Six Hundred and Eighteen Red

The latest website: In a palace made of huge stones, several handsome men knelt on one knee holding helmets, lowering their heads and waiting for the person sitting on the top to speak.

And the "person" sitting there does not seem to be an entity, but a human figure fused with light like a holographic projection.

He just sat there, seemingly without substance, but it made people feel that there was something sitting there.

Then, a voice echoed throughout the palace, as if a soul was floating in the air: "I feel powerful magical energy tearing apart the space!"

"It seems that the four princes I personally shaped did not accomplish what I entrusted to them!" The voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if the speaker was wandering around, and as if the speaker was the building itself.

As his voice sounded, those handsome men kneeling in the hall, which contained powerful magical energy, lowered their heads even deeper.

Their invasion plan failed. They mobilized tens of millions of troops to conquer a world aggressively, but finally failed!

Those spies who were tempted by them were all lost, and the place called the Magic Continent suddenly became so difficult to deal with.

"The omnipotent source of magic! It was Sarumus who failed your entrustment!" A leading man holding a helmet explained cautiously with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Saruks, Sarushis. Sarudis, Sarumus. These damned my creations, their loyalty is worthless. I will be here, waiting for you, Rewrite the ending of the war." The voice seemed lifeless, and there was no anger.

Ethereal, this voice seems to be just stating a fact. The voice full of divinity, or otherworldly, echoed in the hall. I don't know whether there is a feeling of worship, or a chilly and chilly atmosphere.

"To me, this war is just a game. The ending of this game is not important to me... what is important is the process of this game." The voice continued to echo, not even a little fluctuation No.

Yes, without a trace of emotion. If there's a comparison, it's an awful lot like Frundsberg's castrated puppet vocal cords.

It's just that, compared to Frundsberg's sound made by pure mechanical friction and vibration, the sound echoing in the hall has a more undeniable sense of nobility.

After a few seconds of silence,

The voice continued, "Don't make me feel too boring!"

"Yes!" All the demon generals buried their heads lower, and they unconditionally obeyed the illusory image in front of them, this powerful energy body they called the source of magic.

In the demon world, this energy is the source of everything, the master of all life, and the real god of this world.

"Those ignorant and stupid lives actually came to my world... I have chosen a safe place for them, so that they muster up the courage to send more sacrifices!" Ying slightly leaned over, overlooking the mighty general of the Demon Race kneeling at his feet, and slowly let out a voice that was still erratic.

"My creations... my children. Go and bring me the victory that belongs to us. If you fail, it proves that you are... meaningless to me." After finishing speaking, that is more than projection The illusory figure waved his hand, and then disappeared in his place: "To prove the meaning of you. To prove the meaning of your existence. Go! Defeat humans, defeat elves, defeat dragons... and occupy that world."

"Kick them out of our world. After all, the only king here. I."

"war!"

"war……"

After everything fell silent, the demon generals who were kneeling in the hall stood up. They looked at each other and began to arrange their respective combat missions.

"Assemble the troops of the demon world! We must prevent those damned alien races from establishing strongholds in our world!" A demon general holding his helmet clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

The rest of the generals also began to talk about being invaded by aliens.

Don't look at them one by one when they invaded the magic continent. When their world was invaded, they looked angry, like a groom whose wife was molested.

Another demon general coldly reminded: "Sarumius has failed, we can no longer underestimate these ants! The dragon troops are dispatched immediately! Prepare to cross the sea... and wipe out that group of damned aliens! "

"The fleet is already assembled! Hundreds of thousands of troops are ready to fight... In our world, it is only a matter of time before we can eliminate our opponents!" The third general held his sword and said sharply, "It is impossible for the opponent to immediately assemble an army. A powerful navy...so, we can easily transport troops to those islands!"

"Let the God Servant troops dispatch! Since they can defeat the demon dragon and the high-level army, let them see how powerful the strongest army in the demon world is!"

On the upper floor of the main hall, in a spacious room, the figure that resembled a light projection suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

He took out a ball of surging magic energy from a container, held it in the center of his palm like this, and then clenched it tightly, a dazzling light that people couldn't look directly into the ball of magic with his movements energy inside.

With the influx of that group of light, the group of magical energy began to agitate, and then it began to slowly condense, gradually turning into substance.

In the end, a beautiful female demon was born in this room. She was naked, twisting her soul-stirring body, with a pair of extremely charming eyes, looking at the almost intangible person in front of her.

"You can create life in this world, but you can't even condense it into a solid body... Can you tell me why?" The female demon smiled enchantingly, and asked the figure in front of her.

The voice of the source of magic echoed in the room again, and this time the tone was full of joy: "Ah... It seems that my energy is much stronger... The you created this time have the guts to ask me questions .”

"I am your most powerful creation so far! I have my own mind and unprecedented abilities... And, I have a flawless body!" The female demon did not raise her head, and looked at her beautiful palm , boasted.

Of course she has the capital to boast, because when she created the dead four princes, the source of magic was far from being as powerful as it is today.

Moreover, when creating the four princes, his power used by the source of magic is not as powerful as this time!

It can be said that the female demon in front of her is the most powerful demon created by the source of magic!

"No! You are just infinitely approaching perfection. I... am the real incarnation of perfection!" The voice of the source of magic interrupted the narcissistic female demon he created himself, and ordered: "Go and finish the fourth prince?" Mission completed! If you succeed, I will give you the Magic Continent!"

"This challenge is good..." The female demon clenched her palms into fists, and the magical energy around her body condensed into a set of blood-red armor, which fit on her graceful body: "It can make you so powerful the world, it is only meaningful to conquer it.”

"Very good! Go, let that world bow at your feet, and let everyone there bow their heads to you!" The voice of the source of magic finally brought a little anger, which made his voice a little more The smell of fireworks in the world: "Go! Go! Go...Aricia..."

"Crack!" A flash of lightning struck the window, and the demon girl in fiery red armor pushed open the heavy door. Outside the door, all the demon warriors in armor knelt on one knee to welcome the birth of a new demon king.

"Demons! Your new commander has been born! She is the real king of all demons! Loyalty to her! Obey her! Serve her! Fight for her!" As the dark clouds rolled overhead, the solemn voice echoed in the between heaven and earth.

And outside the palace made of boulders, countless demon battle flags unfolded in the strong wind.

Huge black dragons that had never been seen on the magic continent spread their wings. Under the wings of these huge dragons, huge war monsters covered in armor, striding forward like tanks.

Accompanied by that solemn voice, the entire Demon King City Storias boiled. Almost at the same moment, on those plains that looked like the earth, countless demon dogs squirmed, as if the entire planet was revived with this sound.

Under hundreds of chimneys emitting thick smoke, one after another, demonic war machines as large as mountains started to move. The drums of war have already sounded, and the demon elite troops wearing heavy armor are gathering one square after another, and there is no end in sight on the vast plain.

On the turbulent sea, one black steel battleship covered with sharp barbs began to move forward slowly.

The not-so-sharp bows of these battleships cut through the sea, and each of them was full of heavily armed demon soldiers.

Behind them, there are more magic cannons installed on the battleship. The devil's navy is also improving its war machines, as evidenced by the increasing number of magic cannons on those warships!

At this moment, millions of demon officers and soldiers shouted the name of a powerful new demon king: "Arecia!"