Dick held the telecommunications crystal ball in his hand and looked at the handsome young man in the image. The young man's appearance looked the same as that of ordinary people, and even his clothes looked like an elegant nobleman in the human world, and a light blue aristocratic banquet dress made him look energetic and extraordinary. He sat upright, his eyes were peaceful, and his fingers folded casually on his lap, as if he were a noble prince resting at leisure.

The elegant and calm young man spoke, and his voice and intonation were so in perfect harmony with the standards of the nobility that even the most discerning master of manners could not find fault: "Excellency Dick, and ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Titan? ”

Dick's eyes froze: "It turns out to be His Excellency Titan, the seventh demon clan in the land list, hello, I am Dick." ”

Titan smiled gracefully, "So you're Lord Dick, but I'm still a little skeptical about your identity, because you don't look that stupid. He still spoke in such an elegant and calm tone, as if he were talking about ordinary things.

"What are you talking about!" Gold shouted, and the murderous aura that he had led the demon hunters to defend the southern and northern expeditions erupted and was domineering. But his further action was stopped by Dick's raised hand.

Dick smiled and said, "Dare to ask what you mean by stupidity?"

Titan still smiled: "Self-deception is like an ostrich that buries its head in the sand before danger comes." You will not deny that, Sir. ”

"Can you please be more specific?" said Dick, who seemed to laugh heartily.

Titan held out a hand, "Lord Dick, you wouldn't be naïve enough to think that with the 100,000 demons of the Urlo Legion. Bullying the army of the Hundred Races in the mortal plane can be regarded as reviving the human race. Of course, I can also understand that you would rather be a chicken. Not for the idea of phoenix tails. ”

Dick's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your Excellency, what do you want to say?"

"Nothing. Titan smiled sarcastically, "Your Excellency, you are imposing. With the power of 100,000 heavenly gods, it is not yet sweeping the hundred races, and it is difficult to meet opponents. It is estimated that you are now a great hero, a big man, and a great savior in the mortal plane. But you made this majestic chicken head, but you harmed the phoenix tail of the hell plane. ”

"Hell plane, could it be that something happened to Starsource City?" Dick lost his composure slightly.

Titan snapped his fingers: "Your Excellency is really smart! Are the Hundred Races made of paper? Maybe they in the mortal plane are in your eyes, but will the gods of the Hundred Races in the hell plane allow such a kid as you to do whatever he wants? Isn't this an ostrich that deceives itself?"

Dick finally couldn't laugh anymore, and he said in a deep voice, "What happened in heaven and hell?"

"It's nothing. Titan picked his nails leisurely, "The Hundred Clans are dissatisfied with your actions and want to destroy Starsource City in Hell and Xifeng City in Heaven. The storm is coming, please hide!"

Dick was silent, his face sinking like water.

At this time, Dimhera said coldly: "Your Excellency will not be so kind to remind us. ”

"Miss, you're much smarter!" Titan retracted his smile and said, "Actually, the Hundred Clans have also come under great pressure to attack Xingyuan City. The source of stress is none other than the Great Lord God. Dimensional war is coming, and the Great Lord God will not allow it to happen. Therefore, Your Excellency of the Heavenly Plane can rest assured that the Lord of Light does not say anything, and no one dares to disobey the orders of the Lord. ”

Titan paused. Changing his sitting position, he continued: "But the hell plane is different, half a main god is not enough to completely suppress the hundred races. Therefore, Baizu proposed a compromise solution. ”

Dick looked up and asked, "What's the solution?"

But Titan did not answer. Just said directly: "Hundreds of years ago, in the heavenly plane. A true hero has emerged in the Terrans, whose strength and courage are admirable, even if there is no one to help him, he dares to fight against the Hundred Races alone. His presence was a headache for the Hundred Clans, and in the end forced the Hundred Clans of Heaven to make an appointment with him......" He smiled and said, "Lord Dick, you should be glad that you are about to receive the same treatment. ”

Demichra's face changed, and she leaned closer to the crystal ball: "The Hellish Clan wants to fight Dick?"

Titan smiled meaningfully: "Yes, under the pressure of the Lord of Darkness, the Hundred Clans can only choose this compromise. This preserves the strength of the Hell Plane to the maximum. Of course, Lord Dick, you can continue to refuse to fight, and continue to stay in the mortal world to deceive yourself and others. It's just that in that case, even if the Lord of Darkness is suppressed, divine war is inevitable. ”

Dick was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Tell me the time and place of the battle." ”

"Seven years from now, the Lord of Darkness will personally oversee the battle in the Night City above the Blood Moon on the Hellish Plane. This is a gambling battle in which the true gods of various races are sent to fight. As long as the Terrans can win, the Hundred Races will cede the city and recognize the status of the Terrans, which is the real revival of the Terrans. But if they lose, the Terrans must sacrifice StarSource City. Titan said slowly.

"Don't you think it's too unfair to the human race?" said Dimihera with a frown

Titan shrugged: "Is it fair to suppress the mortal army with a hundred thousand gods?"

"One last question," laughed Dick, "why did Your Excellency remind me of this?"

Titan smiled slightly: "The Demon Clan and the Lord of Darkness are in the same vein, and both are lost, just like the relationship between the Angel Clan and the Lord of Light. I'm just doing this to worry about the Lord God. ”

"Goodbye, Lord Dick, I hope that in seven years it will not be your corpse. Titan smiled and nodded, and the image in the crystal ball shook and faded away.

Hell plane, Starsource City.

The main building is two nine-story buildings, the outer wall of the tall building on the left is carved with whirlwind patterns, the architectural style looks heroic and rugged, and the other high-rise building has no decoration, the style is simple and simple, but it is antique, and there is an elegant atmosphere everywhere. The two high-rise buildings are connected to each other by a suspended covered bridge, forming a single whole.

Boundless killing intent and majestic energy fluctuations escaped from the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, and the servants in the City Lord's Mansion were silent and avoided from afar.

The large and luxurious main hall seemed a little narrow at the moment, as if it could not accommodate the two sides of the confrontation at all.

The wind god Youngor had blue veins on his forehead, and his two thick eyebrows were tightly twisted together. With angry eyes, it seemed that he wanted to use his gaze to devour Dick in front of him alive: "Dick?

Dick nodded.

The wind god's temper finally broke out: "Look at the good deeds you have done! How about the Terran hero? Isn't it very majestic and enjoyable? Have you considered it for the Terrans of the Hell Plane? Do you know how hard Catherine and I have worked to keep StarSource City? If you do this, you will offend the Hundred Races thoroughly, how do you want our Terrans to gain a foothold in Heaven and Hell? You idiot!"

Dick calmly listened to the words of the wind god, glanced at Dimihera beside him, then looked at the three McFarlane behind him, and finally turned around and said: "Lord Wind God, can we solve the problem by compromising everything? The human race is weak, and if we want the hundred races to face us, we must take some drastic measures. ”

Catherine, the god of hope who was side by side with Youngor, raised her eyebrows and said, "There is no doubt that the drastic means you speak of will lead the human race into the abyss of destruction!"

Demihera shook her head and said, "Dear God of Hope, I don't agree with your words. I think this is an opportunity for the true revival of the Terrans, and as long as the Terrans can show their strength to the Hundred Races in the war, they will be able to make everyone recognize the status of the Terrans. ”

Youngor scoffed: "Even Tlantheus died in the war with the Hundred Tribes, are you arrogant enough to think that you can surpass the God of War?"

Dick looked into Youngor's eyes and said seriously: "Of course I am not qualified to compare with the original Tlancius, but I am different from Tlansius, I am not an isolated person, and my partners will support me." ”

Fengshen's gaze swept over the five Dicks, and his tone softened, but he still frowned, "Just the five of you?"

Di Mihera took a step forward lightly and said, "Aren't there still the two of you, as long as we join forces, there will be seven strong men with the power of the true gods." ”

"The power of the human race is indeed unprecedentedly strong, but we are facing all the strong races of the entire hell! this time, the Hundred Tribes of the Covenant will send at least twenty true gods, which is not something we can resist. Catherine shook her head and sighed softly.

Dimihera glanced at the god of wind and the god of hope, and said, "Participating in the covenant battle of the hundred clans will at least have a chance to save the situation. But if we refuse, I am afraid that the hundred tribes will immediately come to the city. Please also consider them carefully. ”

"The problem is, we don't have a chance of winning at all!" The wind god put away his angry expression, and with a sad look between his eyebrows, he frowned: "The true gods sent by the hundred clans are all strong people on the earth list, and we have no strength to compete with them at all. This battle is bound to be lost!"

"You don't have to be so pessimistic," Dick said, "We also have the strength of the power list." ”

"Who?" said the god of wind and hope with suspicion on their faces.

Dick took Dimichla's hand and smiled, "It's just the two of us." ”

The wind god was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes erupted with angry flames: "Boy, you dare to talk nonsense!

"Lord Dick, please stop making such jokes!" said Catherine, who had always been gentle, with a slight look of anger on her face.

Dick was helpless: "Two, please believe me, I am not boasting, let alone joking, you can personally verify what I said." ”

Dimihera rolled her eyes and said with a sly smile: "Is it that as long as we prove that our strength can match the ranks, the two of you are willing to join forces with us?"

Youngor and Catherine exchanged a look, and then the wind god nodded slightly: "No problem, as long as Dick Faun can defeat me, it means that there is such a glimmer of opportunity in this battle against the human race, and we will agree to join forces with you to fight." (To be continued......)