Just as they were about to leave, they exited the Shura Mountains and made a detour back to the Grim Reaper Elite, and they also happened to arrive at a hidden training base in Shura City. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Please punish Your Highness!" The moment he saw Prince Shura, the right hand of the god of death immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"I'm disappointed!" Prince Shura sighed, his tone was a little less cold, a little more regretful, he really valued the Death Elite he had created.

But the more the Shura prince was like this, the more ashamed the right hand of the god of death felt, and if he was defeated, he was defeated, and he had no reason to justify anything, just bowed his head and waited for punishment.

"You are the elite I selected from hundreds of millions of Shura warriors, one in a million, I gave you the best conditions, as well as the most rigorous training, and you will use this achievement to repay me?......?

Finally, the anger in his heart was finished, and the expression of the prince of Shura returned to coldness, and he was still not willing to kill the right hand of death on the spot, after all, he was his henchman, and the potential was endless, it was a pity to kill him!

"Tell me!How the hell could it be?" Prince Shura sat back in the darkness, his voice cold again.

"Your Highness! The slave (the true identity of the right hand of the god of death is the slave of the prince of Shura) was ordered by His Highness to lead the elite of the god of death to the front line to obey the dispatch...... The slave asks for the handsome Grim Reaper elite to pursue...... In order to preserve the strength of the slave to retreat!" The Grim Reaper Elite told the story as it was, and did not dare to hide it in the slightest.

"You lost this battle, you can be convinced!"

"The strength is not as good as the people, and the heart is convinced!"

"You lost the first battle, you are willing!"

"To live is to win, how can you be willing!"

Prince Shura didn't ask any more questions, he didn't know what he was considering, but the right hand of the god of death didn't dare to speculate on His Highness's thoughts, and the more he thought about his failure, the more unwilling he became.

His expression kept changing, and finally he seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and the right hand of the god of death said unusually resolutely: "Your Highness!

"Do you know what the Demon God Trial is?" asked Prince Shura with a little surprise.

"The slave knows, the legendary Demon God Trial is a trial for the Demon God to select guards, which is opened once every 10,000 years, and at most twelve Demon Guards are selected each time, and millions of Demon Warriors participate each time

There is a lack of inheritance in the secret realm of the Demon Domain, and our clan has only established a set of incomplete Demon God Trials, which are opened once every thousand years, and the personal guards are selected for each Shura Demon Emperor, and if they don't succeed, they will die!"

"Then do you understand what the Demon God Trial means?" Prince Shura's voice was cold.

"Yes, although the Demon God Trial is broken, the mortality rate is still high, once the Reaper Elite participates in the trial, there will be no one in ten Death Elite that His Highness has worked so hard to build!"

"Now that you know, who gave you the courage to make such a request!" Prince Shura's voice suddenly raised a dimension, and it was obvious that if the answer of the right hand of the god of death did not satisfy him, he would definitely not be able to escape death!

"After this battle, the slave understands a truth, in the face of absolute power, numerical superiority is meaningless! First of all, the Grim Reaper elite is stronger than the vast majority of demon warriors, but compared with the real genius, it is even worse! This strength is strong and strong, weak and weak, more than the upper and lower than the bottom, in other words, it is ...... Nothing for nothing!"

"Moreover, our talent, the slave knows very well, it can be regarded as excellent, but it is still far from the genius, if there is no accident, the gap will only get bigger and bigger in the future, and the positioning of the Death Elite will become more and more embarrassing, and there is only one way for the slave to change this situation - the Demon God Trial!"

... There was a brief silence...

"Okay! Ready! Go and prepare yourself!" Prince Shura brushed his sleeves away!

"Your Highness Xie!!" There was no joy on the face of the right hand of the god of death, because he knew very well what he was about to face!

In the apse, looking at the back of the departing right hand of the god of death, the prince of Shura sighed: "Alas!"

Then he said leisurely: "You are not mistaken, he still embarked on this road!"

"Your Highness! this is his fate! But isn't it ...... at this time," another voice sounded from the darkness.

"I know what you're worried about, don't worry about it, it's a matter of time anyway!" Prince Shura said indifferently.

"Although almost everyone knows that there will be such a day sooner or later, but Your Majesty is Your Majesty after all......"

"If everyone knows, then why doesn't he know it, isn't it good to be funny? If he has to make it like this, who can blame him? Blame me!" The pent-up anger in his tone was obviously not short!

"Tens of thousands of years of tradition, not everyone can let go, Your Majesty and several other highnesses are still not weak, now the time is not ripe, opening the demon god trial almost means tearing your face, Your Highness should think twice!"

"Tear your face!? From another point of view, it is not impossible to use it as an ultimatum!

As for their so-called hole cards? I never put it in my eyes, times are different......

It's time to sweep all the wastes that still guard tens of thousands of years of deformed traditions into the garbage heap!"

"Alas......" There was only a sigh in the darkness, and he did not continue to admonish, the owner of that voice knew very well that the prince of Shura who was in this state could not listen to any advice, but he was also qualified not to listen to any advice!

He grew up watching the Shura prince grow up, and saw him grow from the seventh prince born to a criminal slave to the recognized Shura prince of the Shura Demon Clan step by step, and any 'things' that stood in his way disappeared!

Since a hundred years ago, as the prince of Shura, he began to take over the authority that belonged to the Shura Demon Emperor, and opponents, including the Shura Demon Emperor, no matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

Now, the prince of Shura is ready to take over the last thing - the Shura Crown, but there are always some old forces that are unwilling to end here, and they are still resisting in vain.

The Demon God Trial is the first thing that each generation of Shura Demon Emperor has to do after taking over the crown, and the original Shura Prince was not prepared to do it so early, and the original plan to take over the power was relatively relaxed.

However, the request of the right hand of the god of death reminded him that he had already mastered absolute strength, why procrastinate, the real tradition of the demon clan is not etiquette and humility, but the real law of the jungle!

Now the prince of Shura wants to open the demon god trial for himself, and the meaning is very obvious, that is, to give an ultimatum to those who oppose it: whether you want to or not, I will take over the crown immediately, and you should consider what to do for yourself!