Chapter 1139 Demon Bol (I Guess No One Remembers Him)

Alvin in Hell still doesn't know what happened to Shang-Chi, so even if he knew, he probably wouldn't take it seriously.

The problem facing Alvin now is how to help the World Alliance gain a foothold in hell so that they can collect the soil here to refine what they call rare elements.

A combat effectiveness test turned into a protracted aggressive operation, which required a large investment of manpower and material resources.

Also, if Alvin doesn't want to become a full-time door opener, he must help the World Alliance completely establish its foothold.

After ensuring their safety here, in the future it may only be necessary to open the door once a month for them to deliver supplies and harvest while changing shifts.

This should not be considered Alvin's responsibility, but he himself is happy to see the Earth's own star fleet appear.

The right to speak is always won through strength. Everything depends on the strength of a few people, and it is difficult for the earth to truly go out.

And Julie, the girl who has endured all the hardships, can also enjoy the dividends brought by the earth's leap. This is what Alvin wants to see most.

Thinking that his school had a person who changed the world, Alvin felt hot in his heart.

This gave Alvin a greater sense of accomplishment than killing a few bad guys himself!

After nearly four hours of fierce fighting, the soldiers who had eliminated the hellhounds and demonic bulls returned to the camp set up by the mages led by Fatty Wang Yuan.

The camp is surrounded by Kama Taj's unique magic shield, which can give the soldiers a chance to breathe.

The engineers of the Sharpshooter Association increased their workload. They gave up the leveling work on the camp ground, which was originally planned to facilitate the entry of supplies.

Now they used all the building materials and began to build a fortress around the protection set up by Kama Taj.

As for the problem of transporting supplies, it depends on the strength of the military trucks in each country...

A few old engineers with calloused hands just glanced at the existing materials and quickly made a few molds. Then Yang Rui and his group of special operations soldiers began to escort the engineers into the perimeter.

A large amount of quick-drying materials were poured into the crude mold, and in a few minutes an ugly-looking fortress stood on the bloody plain of hell.

Not just fortresses, the logistics of other countries began to use small machinery to create trenches one after another on the bloody plains.

In addition to allowing soldiers to have a hiding place in times of danger, the most important function of these trenches is to block the advancement of those demonic creatures.

The art of warfare developed by humans over thousands of years allows them to use these seemingly crude gadgets to guide the direction of demon attacks and relieve the pressure on human camps.

No one asked Alvin to cause a heavy snowfall or a thunderstorm. Everyone knew that they could not rely on Alvin alone forever.

They have to prove that humanity can stand in Hell without Alvin, otherwise all their plans will be meaningless.

Stark and Ivan really fought hard. Stark did it out of a sense of responsibility as a superhero, while Ivan did it to avoid getting into trouble with Stark.

However, these two people faced tens of thousands of gluttonous demons and sheep-headed demons, and even if they tried their best, they could not stop the advancement of those things.

The space door opened by Alvin gave those demons an instinctive feeling of hope of survival.

They have been trapped in the Bloody Plains for too long. Instead of being raised as food, going to another place to try is their only way out.

And among them are not only those cannon fodders, but also some intermediaries and even high-level demons from the Hell Moloch clan.

A heavy snowfall in Alvin wiped out the Moloch royal family, but there are always some fish that slipped through the net.

Their life was extremely difficult, and they were basically at the end of their rope.

Bol Morlock, the prince of the Morlock clan!

Bol Morlock was guarded by thousands of lava demons covered in flames and holding huge swords.

Looking at Stark and Ivan showing off their power a few kilometers away, Pol Morlock let out a long sigh...

The two flying swords with "Insned" completely solved Stark's problem of insufficient battery life. He and Ivan relied on the "artifacts" in their hands to slaughter the demons around them.

An old demon with goat horns came to Bol Morlock's side and said: "Boll, we can't hesitate any longer, the space is chaotic, and the breath of the earth has spread throughout the bloody plain.

The troops of the Behemoth clan and the Astral clan will gather here soon.

We don't have time..."

Pol Morlock looked at the magic barrier erected by the Karma Taj wizards in the distance. He smiled bitterly and said: "There is a trap over there. Why are you always unwilling to believe me?"

As Bol Morlock looked at the red artifact whip in Ivan's hand, he seemed to have fallen into some bad memories...

"That's the real place of death, and there's someone more terrifying than the demon Mephisto and Susult...

That heavy snowfall that killed our entire royal family was the work of that person..."

Bol Morlock's tone made the old devil with ram horns fall into deep thought. After hesitating for a long time, the old devil said disappointedly: "Then do we have no chance?

The armies of Behemos and Astral will not take us in..."

Bol Morlock smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if he was lost in memories, and said softly: "I was captured by them in order to find the artifact 'Scarlet' that was secretly taken to the other side by my brother. They took me to a family. The restaurant asked me a lot of things.

I begged the executioner bitterly to let him kill me far away from that person.

The soul crystal kept me alive..."

Pol Morlock thought for a long time under the sad expression of the old demon, and then seemed to make up his mind...

"We surrender. I have been wandering around the earth for a while. I know a secret that they care about..."

As Bol Morlock spoke, he glanced at the hundreds of middle- and high-level demons of the Morlock clan who were guarding him. He gritted his teeth and said, "We surrender to that man.

I am the last royal family of Moloch, and the last power of Moloch is gathered here.

I have leverage, they seem to want to stay here permanently, so I will help them.

As long as I can take revenge on the two bastard races of Behemoth and Astral, I can do anything..."

The old demon sighed in despair. Surrendering in hell means giving up everything. If Boer, the last royal family, surrenders, the last dignity of the Moloch family will disappear.

Seeing Bol's decisive expression, the old demon nodded heavily and said: "I am your uncle, if you want to surrender, then let us take out all the chips.

Your father is still sleeping underground. He was beheaded by Ancient One, leaving only a trace of his soul.

I will give you the soul stones and 'Insned' he collected.

You can use them as bargaining chips or to strengthen Moloch's army..."

As he spoke, the old demon whispered a few words in Bol's ear, and then he walked up to a lava demon, grabbed the lava demon's neck and made his forehead touch the forehead of the tall lava demon...

After a strange whisper, a red smoke suddenly seeped out from the lava demon's forehead and was quickly absorbed into the body of the old demon...

The old devil's slightly skinny figure began to undergo huge changes after the red smoke entered his body. His muscles began to swell, his body grew rapidly, and a pair of horns on the old devil's head began to bend and grow...

In half a minute, the old demon grew into a 4-meter-tall demon whose body was filled with flames.

He turned back and glanced at the surprised Bol with eyes that were breathing fire, and said in a low voice: "Son, you need bargaining chips for negotiations, and giving up everything is not the best choice!

First of all, we should show our strength and let them understand that we are not without the power to resist...

You are very smart, but you were scared by that person and lost your courage..."

As the old demon spoke, a pair of terrifying claws suddenly grabbed the heads of the two lava demons. As the old demon whispered, the red smoke in the lava demon's body was violently pulled out and condensed on his claws.

With the injection of flames from the old demon, a pair of red flaming swords instantly took shape...

Pol Morlock didn't know what he was feeling in his heart now. He opened his mouth sadly and tried to say something, but the last word was not uttered.

The old devil is his uncle, a poor man who failed in the fight for the throne!

It was he who returned to the Bloody Plains to preserve Moloch's remaining strength when the royal family was completely wiped out.

If he felt the need, Bol would not survive now, and there would be no chance to mention the word "surrender"...

The pessimistic prospects of the Moloch clan made this old demon completely despair. He could not watch the race he had been fighting for surrendering to any party, so he chose to fight...

Proven strength will become a bargaining chip. Even if you are used as cannon fodder, having strength and not having strength are two different treatments!

The old demon looked at Stark and Ivan who were wreaking havoc among the demon group. He looked back at Boll and said: "Boll, remember your promise..."

After speaking, the old devil turned his head and let out a fierce roar, stamped his big feet on the ground and rushed towards Stark and Ivan.

Hundreds of tall lava demons let out low shouts and rushed out behind the old demon.

Bol Morlock looked at the tall back of the old demon and said to a one-eyed demon holding a whip beside him: "Blow the trumpet to make those cannon fodder retreat...

Let the Fire Mag troops advance in formation, and after my uncle dies, order them to attack for one round..."

As he spoke, Bol looked at the old demon's retreating back, gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to prove your strength, you can't just rely on a few demons who are not afraid of death..."