Fighter of the Destiny

Under the influence of the defeat on the battlefield, he used a lot of resources to build an altar in the city.

Demon Lord said: Then he convinced many elders and my elder to agree that he would use the souls of demon warriors who died on the battlefield to sacrifice to the starry sky.

Hearing the words sacrifice to the starry sky, Chen Changsheng had a very bad omen and asked, Who are you sacrificing to and what are you asking for?

The Demon Lord said with a mocking tone: Of course we are offering sacrifices to the Holy Light Continent over there in the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Holy Light Continent can come to our aid. Some timid nobles even hope that they can be sent back to the Holy Light Continent. So naturally No need to face the danger and pain of genocide.

Chen Changsheng said: Hasn't the origin of the demon clan been erased? Why can they know it?

In the past six months, the war has been raging and the situation has been chaotic. Many rules have lost their effectiveness, and many secrets have naturally been spread.

The demon king looked at a certain great scholar.

A great scholar's face suddenly turned pale, and then he began to vomit blood.

The blood was not red, gold, or green, but black.

The great scholar was obviously poisoned and said painfully: Even if I don't tell, the military advisor will know everything.

The Demon Lord said calmly: But you still said it.

The great scholar fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped breathing.

The Demon Lord looked at the crowd, mainly Xu Yourong, and said apologetically, I'm sorry.

Chen Changsheng didn't notice, but was thinking about what he just said.

The upper echelons of the demon clan have pinned their hopes on that altar, so it is naturally difficult to do their best on the battlefield, no matter how subjective it is. As a result, the situation of the demons will become even worse, and the more this happens, the more they will place their hopes on the altar. That altar is like the swamp outside Xue Lao City. Once you fall on it, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be difficult to stand up again. The Demon Lord should have seen this very clearly. Why didn't he stop the black robe? Why wasn't that altar destroyed?

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said, I think you should have guessed it. Yes, I also want to keep my last hope.

Chen Changsheng said: Even if it goes against the will of the previous demon kings?

The Demon Lord sighed: I don't want to either. It's not like I was forced too hard by you.

Chen Changsheng said: You already did it ten years ago.

This is talking about the two angels who once appeared in Baidi City.

There will be a very big difference.

The Demon Lord looked at him and said seriously: Because the quantity is different.

After saying this, he opened his arms.

The black cloak rises in the wind.

The magic flames that condensed the night also swayed, and some things were looming.

They are stone statues, either tall or short, no more than one foot, neither gold nor jade, and I don’t know what material they are made of.

Some of the stone statues are half-crouching, while others are fluttering their wings and ready to fly. They are all delicate and lively, surpassing the scope of carving.

Chen Changsheng's expression became serious.

The stone statue didn't reveal any breath, but it had an extremely weird feeling, as if it might come alive at any time.

Wang Po and others felt a strong sense of alarm in their hearts.

Like Chen Changsheng, they all thought of the two angels in Baidi City and the special red.

If a stone statue is an angel, how many densely packed stone statues are there?

The demonic flames kept dancing.

The night was uneasy and dead silent.

Many questions have answers.

Black Robe's hatred for the human race is indeed as deep as the Western Sea. In order to eliminate the human race, he has resorted to all possible means. In the past hundreds of years, he expected to rely on the demons to eliminate the human race. When he found that the general situation had changed, this had changed. When faced with an impossible task, he did not hesitate to choose another path.

He gave the demons a ruthless push on the road to their defeat, forcing the demons into a desperate situation in the shortest possible time. He forced the demons to follow their own pace, and mobilized countless resources to build an altar in preparation for the coming of the Holy Spirit. The Angel Legion from the Light Continent has arrived.

What do you mean when you tell this story tonight?

Chen Changsheng said to Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord suppressed his smile, looked into his eyes, and said calmly and firmly: Exit Xue Lao City, otherwise I will agree to Black Robe's request.

This is a good story. Wang Po said.

Mr. Tang said: It is indeed a good story.

This story, or rather the way it was told, made them think that the Demon Lord was something great.

If this demon king was not given too little time and the situation was determined, the demon clan might really be resurrected.

At the beginning, if the Demon Lord had not invited those historians and scholars to use words like genocide and civilization to create a solemn and tragic atmosphere, and then directly started telling this story, absolutely no one would believe it and would only think that he was He's stalling for time with a ridiculous reason. But the Demon Lord did not do this. From the Holy Light Continent to the gods and then to the black robe, he slowly told the story, and it was touching. He told the story so perfectly, with history and weight that people had to believe it.

But there is one question, what does Black Robe need you to do?

Wang Po said: If the story doesn't make sense to you, then it doesn't matter how well the story is told.

It's not me he needs, it's this.

The Demon Lord's right hand stretched out his sleeve.

There is no stone statue in his hand, but a stone pestle.

That stone pestle looks ordinary, but it is not.

Even the stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist were sensitive and struck gently.

The stone pestle and the Heavenly Book Stele came from the same place and had the same material, but they had completely different functions.

Starry sky kill.

The untold secret of the demon clan.

A supreme artifact that has not appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years.

Back in the Snow Ridge, the old devil died under the starlight summoned by it.

Chen Changsheng had seen Xingkong Kill with his own eyes.

Afterwards, the priest who left the palace drew the Starry Sky Killing into a scroll according to his description and sent it to various states and counties for circulation.

Characters like Mrs. Tang and Wang Po were naturally among the first to see the painting. After just one glance, they were sure that this was the real Star Killing.

Then the story told by the Demon King has more authenticity.

If the Demon Lord cooperates with Black Robe and uses the altar and the Star Killer to open the space channel, the angels from the Holy Light Continent will come one after another...

The demonic flames danced, and those stone statues were looming.

Looking at this scene, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

Even if those angels are not as powerful as the two battle angels who once appeared in Baidi City. But according to subsequent analysis, those Holy Light Angels can understand the natural laws of heaven and earth on their own. In other words, they have been powerful in the sacred field from the moment they existed!

Of course, the human race was not completely unprepared for this most dangerous situation. In the past ten years, the imperial court of the Zhou Dynasty, Li Gong and various sects and aristocratic families often rehearsed the original battle of Baidi City, looking for ways to kill the Holy Light Angel, and gained a certain degree of success. progress, but that is still based on the premise that the number of angels is very small.

Nowadays, the strong men in the human race's sanctuary are either seriously injured or are rebelling. If there are so many angels, how can they win?

What’s even more terrifying is, what if… the gods of the Holy Light Continent come in person?

Will the human race perish?

The atmosphere was very depressing.

But there are still people who don't believe the story told by the devil.

Isn't this a stick made of stone? Do you really think we are sticks? Tianchui has been dead for more than ten years!

Xiao Zhang said: We have been preparing for so many years, fighting for so long, and so many people have died. You want us to go back just by relying on a story?

These words made General Heming and some people feel a little moved.

What if it's true? The devil is trying to scare people.

The wrinkles in the corners of Old Mrs. Tang's eyes are getting deeper and deeper, and there is a hint of worry.

He felt that what the devil said was true.

Wang Po and Xu Yourong also had the same view.

Chen Changsheng once saw with his own eyes the beam of light coming across the sea of ​​stars in the Snow Ridge, so he should have believed this story the most.

But he vaguely remembered that Star Kill could no longer be used, and then recalled a conversation he heard that night.

He looked at the Demon Lord and asked: The altar is used to break the wall? The starry sky kill is used to indicate the location?

The Demon Lord said: I didn't expect you didn't forget the conversation I had with my father.

Chen Changsheng said: Two angels descended ten years ago. You can treat them as slaves. Black Robe's current thinking is obviously more than that. What will you do if too many angels descend? So you have been hesitating. It’s a struggle, and until now you still haven’t made up your mind what to do.”

The Demon Lord smiled and said, Yes, so I leave this choice to you.

Chen Changsheng was silent.

Now that I think about it, many of the contents in the correspondence over the past ten years were the devil's tricks.

This was a subtle process, and it was already difficult for him to convince himself that the threat from the Holy Light Continent did not exist.

The so-called choice is more like a gamble, and the stakes are the entire human race.

When it comes to gambling, Xu Yourong and Mrs. Tang are much better than him, but they haven't read those letters.

The contents of those letters were cards that the Demon King had already played.

Only through those cards can we try to judge what the devil's trump card is.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the crowd.

The voice was sickly, extremely weak, and also had an extremely uncomfortable feeling. No matter who listened to it, it was easy to get bored.

What he wrote in the letter was true, and most of the story was true, but what he said was false.

The Demon Lord looked at the back of the crowd, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, Why?

Because there is a will to die between your eyebrows and a touch of emotional hurt, but you are not high-spirited. I spent an hour to reverse the situation in Wenshui and took a bath in the street after coming out of the ancestral hall. Even if you are not as elegant as me, You can’t do such an elegant thing, but you should always be arrogant to complete such a reversal. Being so calm only shows that you are lying!”

Ye Xiaolian pushed a wheelchair and walked out from behind the crowd.

Tang Thirty-Six sat on it.