Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

"Damn!!"

Within the largest dimensional gap in the dimensional battlefield.

In the magnificent hall of the private residence of the leader of the Eight-Armed Clan, a burly old man with a bronze complexion and a muscular body smashed the table in front of him with his fist and said angrily: "Male Gobi! How many years has it been? How could anyone dare to challenge me? The majesty of the Eight-Armed Clan! It’s such a shame to be met by me today!”

In front of him, dozens of middle-aged and elderly Eight-Armed Clan members were as frightened as children, not daring to take a breath.

In particular, a middle-aged man who looked 80% similar to Badamu was blushing and furious at the same time.

"Cang Wu!"

The old man shouted angrily.

An afterimage appeared next to the old man.

He wears a golden monocle, has white hair, a green face and a hooked nose.

Wearing an orthodox black suit, his upright figure was neat and capable.

And his appearance made the temperature in the entire hall drop to freezing point.

All the tribesmen who had originally observed the old man from the corner of their eyes lowered their heads, not daring to make even the slightest eye contact with him.

"The old slave is here."

This person's voice was slightly hoarse and full of gloom.

The words are spoken like a saw, causing pain to the listener.

Although the old man from the Eight-Armed Tribe has known him for a long time, he still sounds uncomfortable. He endured the discomfort and said in a gentle voice: "Go and capture alive the group of transferers who bullied my tribe. I will pinch everyone in front of the dimension." Eat them alive!"

"Didn't that boy from Badamu say that the other party can suppress even high-level abyss divers? Hey, how dare you insult our clan by suppressing a high-level abyss diver? We really have been silent for too long, so long that even this group of transferers have forgotten We are the former overlords of the dimensional battlefield.”

"Okay, you can use the Huayuan-level Holy Punisher, and take this opportunity to show those livestock in the starry sky what absolute power is."

"Let them understand their identity, let them understand! The tens of thousands of years of stability of our Eight-Armed Clan is not to take care of ourselves, but to sympathize with them, to sympathize with them, a group of 'consumables' who have not yet jumped out of the rules and still don't know why!"

The green-faced man named Cang Wu lowered his eyes and put one hand on his chest with great grace, and responded: "Don't worry, Patriarch, just leave it to this old slave."

After saying that, Cangwu disappeared into the hall.

The moment he left, Cangwu's eyes flashed with disappointment, but with a cruel smile on his lips, he spoke in a voice that only he could hear: "I thought I could get a few special specimens with rare histories, but in the end I had to hand over... Go out, tsk tsk, what a pity.”

After Cang Wu left, many of the Eight-Armed Clan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the old man was angry when he saw this, he didn't say anything.

After all, Cangwu's identity is too special. Even though he is an old slave, in fact, his level of nobility is exaggerated than anyone else, and his strength and means are beyond doubt. If the other party hadn't abided by the spirit of the contract and stayed in the Eight-Armed Clan for a thousand years, For a long time, he, the clan leader, had no weight in his eyes.

"Barut, you really raised a good son, your special mother's￥%\u0026…………% @R # ****"

After enduring it for a long time, the Eight-Armed Clan Leader still couldn't hold it back. He pointed at the middle-aged man named Balut and cursed him harshly.

Barut was speechless at first, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he muttered in a low voice, aggrievedly: "Isn't that your grandson too? Besides, Badamu can't be blamed for this. Who knew he would do it when he took over the business?" Encountered this kind of stupid ape tribe.”

The eight-armed clan leader blew his beard and cursed: "How dare you talk back?!"

Barut shrank his neck and stopped talking.

"Oh, father, don't be angry."

The other brothers quickly comforted him.

The leader and the eldest person among them took a step forward and said calmly: "This matter is indeed unpredictable. Now that it has happened, we can solve it. As long as it is handled properly, it may not be an opportunity to promote our Eight-Armed Clan, son. Didn’t I hear from Badanmu that the Huang Yao tribe was involved in this?”

"If my son remembers correctly, the Wild Bite Clan is an affiliated force affiliated with the Seventh Star Field's 'Throne', and its leader is the northern overlord of the battlefield, 'Beast King Moza'. I know this person. Although his personality is violent, he is a well-measured person who knows how to advance and retreat." The strong one.”

"We have close ties with our Eight-Armed Clan, and the cooperation is very pleasant. It's much better than the southern overlord 'Field Master Lapis'."

"Such a person, it stands to reason that his subordinates cannot be at odds with us, so he is probably being held hostage and intimidated into doing such things."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall focused their attention on the older man, their eyes filled with confusion.

The clan leader's expression turned cold when he heard this, and he said calmly: "What does this mean? Boss, do you still want to plead for the Huangjiao clan?"

The older man hurriedly denied it and said with an apologetic smile: "What are you saying, father? Our Eight-Armed Clan runs through the entire north and south of the country and is the undoubted hegemonic power here. Is there any need to win over the untouchables to intercede on their behalf? My son's It means, since we have a relationship with Beast King Moza, why not use this opportunity to communicate with him? "

"Not to mention apologizing or anything like that, but for the cooperative relationship between us, he needs to express some kind of expression, right?"

"Besides, the problem lies within its home, and it's hard for it to just sit idly by, don't you think?"

The clan leader was slightly startled when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "It has to be you. Okay, Kuridan, I will leave this matter to you. Once it is done, you can keep 20% of the 'indication' given by the throne. Any questions?"

The older man named Kulidan smiled kindly and saluted solemnly: "My son will definitely live up to his destiny."

Seeing this, the other brothers and sisters became angry.

Why were they so slow to respond? Big brother took advantage of them.

Doesn't the meaning of father's words mean to tell the boss openly and let him seize the throne?

As for how much you can keep in the end, it all depends on your eldest brother's ability. If you blackmail more, you will get more points, if you blackmail less, you will get less. In short, nothing happened in the eldest brother's family, but he got the most practical benefits from this matter!

"The rest is just waiting for the follow-up. Let's go back."

My father ordered the people to be driven out, but no one stayed for long. Everyone left the hall with different moods.

After walking out of the door, Balut's expression became more and more gloomy. He originally wanted to save his son.

But who knew that in the entire hall, none of these brothers and sisters spoke for him, and no one asked about his son's condition. They were all here to watch the fun.

The only elder brother who spoke for him was the one holding a steamed bun that ate human blood!

Angrily, he gritted his teeth and said, "My dear brother, you are so kind."

When Kuridan heard this, he was still warm and gentle, maintaining his usual smile, and replied: "We are all brothers, as we should. If the seventh brother is fine, the eldest brother will start to be busy now."

Barut said angrily: "Busy? Are you waiting for crystallization?"

"What you said, did you misunderstand me, brother?"

Curridan opened his friend list and called up the friends of Beast King Moza, complaining: "Is it important whether crystallization or not? It's not important. What's important is that I want to find a place for my nephew and do this for him. Bad mouth!"

"Oh, by the way, when I come back this time, I won't use the guard of the high-level Abyss Diver. He can't even protect his employer. He's a loser. Big brother will assign a junior Abyss Diver to Badanmu. Don't worry, he hired one." Brother Crystal comes out.”

After saying that, Kuridan patted Balut on the shoulder, got into a alien tank and drove away.

Balut, who was left with a black face, punched the door of the private residence, making four huge holes.

"Barut! This bastard has changed the world! You want to tear down the house, right?"

The next second, a thunderous roar came from the room.

Barut trembled all over, ran and jumped out of the private palace, rode his car, and rushed towards his home.

Just wait and see, bastard dad, when you are bedridden, I will pull out your life support device!

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