Chapter 1054 Gift

Within a quarter of an hour, all the plague knights were slaughtered.

Half an hour later, countless kobolds all over the mountains and plains finished their search. They excitedly pushed their carts and took away everything that was shiny, hard, or could scrape off a little bit of iron dust.

Throw the hordes of bones into the coals, and the spoils into the furnace. Amidst the enthusiastic praise, pairs of eyes were illuminated by the fire, causing the black hair of the kobolds to be covered with a layer of red light.

An hour later, the sun boat roared away into the distance, and the ruins returned to deathly silence.

An hour and a half later, the sky shattered and countless black spots fell from the sky. The desolate storm blows from afar, bringing with it the wailing that remains in hell and the ridicule of those who have left.

This time, no one dared to show any slack or neglect.

Take every step of the way.

The legions of hell were extremely vigilant, always on guard for attacks from the sun ship, and the light of the large secret ritual enveloped the sky and the earth.

But until two hours later, there were no signs or traces.

Amidst the howling of the wind in the distance, the two masters of the legion looked at each other, unable to hide their gloomy expressions... and the mutual relief and joy that they even unconsciously felt.

Maybe, probably, maybe... those people in the present situation are really gone... right?

"gone?"

Above the altar, the huge bronze mirror showed a gorgeous and eerie palace, as well as a strange figure wrapped in gauze on the throne.

Looking down at the subordinates crawling under the steps.

The look in his eyes was like watching two masses of incombustible dry garbage suddenly fall in front of him, full of incomprehensible surprise and confusion.

The host of the banquet thought for a long time, and finally seemed to understand what happened: "In other words, there are so many of you, such a large group... five legions, not only were you unable to stop them, but three of them were killed. And then - you just let them pat their butts and leave?"

He gestured like flapping his wings and asked repeatedly: "Leaving?"

No one among the supporting lords dared to speak, they just remained silent, lying on the ground, trembling.

In the silence, the host of the banquet held his chin and pondered for a long time. Suddenly he suddenly realized it and couldn't help but pat the chair and burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, this is a really good joke. I like your sense of humor. I admit, I was a little scared by you just now!

You little clever guys can always come up with new tricks for me... Okay, no kidding, where is the cutie I want? "

He looked at him expectantly: "Bring him up quickly and let me see. You didn't hurt him, right?"

In the dead silence, still no one spoke.

The subordinates who were lying on the ground were sweating profusely, and cold sweat fell drop by drop from their foreheads into the dust. He felt that the gaze falling on him gradually became heavier, full of chilling coldness and ferociousness.

No more hope.

"Are you kidding me?" The host's smile gradually disappeared.

The subordinate swallowed hard and nodded.

"Then why are you losers still fucking alive?"

The wine glass in the hands of the host of the banquet gradually deformed, and the wine juice brewed from endless desire and thirst fell to the ground, squirming and hissing like a living creature.

"Fuck, three legions!!!"

Ninety years later, after being promoted to ruler, the host of the banquet once again experienced the long-lost rage: "More than six large groups, fully equipped with war weapons, were all killed by a group of people in this situation?

Even if there are three legions of pigs, they can't be killed in two seconds, right? ! "

In the bronze mirror, the furious host of the banquet threw out the wine glass in his hand. The bronze mirror shook violently, and the crumpled bronze cup burst out of the air and smashed into the head of the legion lord with a loud noise, instantly killing him. Most of his head flew off, and his whole body rolled and flew out.

But soon, the lord got up again, not even daring to go to the hospital for treatment. He crawled back on his hands and feet like a dog, kowtowing crazily.

Want to cry but no tears.

"I never thought of it. Holy Lord, we have sent reinforcements as quickly as possible without any delay... But I, I..."

Who knew that the person in front would be given away so quickly for free?

You really can't blame him for this. After receiving the news, he hurriedly hurriedly ran without even having time to drink. But who would have thought that he wouldn't catch up with anything?

Who else can you blame?

The trash in front are already dead, can they be pulled out of the furnace of the person in the current situation and whipped to kill their corpses?

Now the ashes are all gone!

Someone has to take the blame and be responsible for it.

There is no limited liability system in hell, but a cruel military court system. A fair and just trial can never exist, and only the joy and anger of the superior dominate everything.

He now hates those stupid guys in his heart. You said it would be fine if you died, why would you bring them to suffer as well?

But for the current plan, we must come up with something, even if it is a small gain, quickly divert the attention of the Holy Lord, otherwise he will really be demoted to work in the slave army...

"survivor!"

In his haste, his eyes lit up: "We also found a survivor! There is still a guy alive! He must know something!"

"..."

In the long silence, cold eyes looked at him quietly. After a long time, the host of the banquet said: "Bring it up."

Soon, the sound of galloping horses sounded.

Following the tragic wail, an iron cage was dragged over. When the cage door was opened, the ghoul with almost no breath left inside rolled out.

Hard whines and gasps.

Cramping and shaking.

It can be seen that the people in this situation are very good to him, and they even bandaged and treated his wounds, as if they were afraid that he would die.

He even used bandages to tie a giant bow on his head.

Now, the bow has already been dyed red with blood.

More and more festive and funny.

The host of the banquet glanced indifferently, returned to his throne, and tapped the back of the chair impatiently with his fingers.

"Are you mute?"

The legion lord stood up and said, "Speak!"

"me……"

The ghoul curled up on the ground, twitching, trying to open his eyes wide and look around. Finally, he mustered up the courage to look at the projection of the ruler on the bronze mirror.

"That person in this situation... he, he said..." The ghoul burst into tears, "Let me... bring you a message..."

The host of the banquet's expression paused slightly and he raised his brows.

"He said...he said..."

While choking, the ghoul twitched violently, as if something was rapidly growing and expanding in his body, greedily devouring his soul and internal organs, and dominating his will.

It was like molten iron flowing out of a furnace, causing its eyes to emit a dazzling light. Through the ghoul's eyes, it cast an indifferent glance at the ruler.

A low and calm voice sounded from its throat, conveying the words from Huai Shi.

Full of weariness, disgust, and 120,000 impatience.

He said:

"——That's almost it."

At that moment, the fierce light in his eyes finally turned into flames, spurting out from his mouth and nose, rising quickly, and completely burning the ghoul.

But in his chest, under the sutures, an iron roulette finally reached the last square.

A crisp sound burst out.

There was a ding.

Just like the sound of a tuning fork, another tuning fork buried deep under the Nine Earths resonated.

Just like the lingering sound at the end of a piece of music, the earth begins to squirm like ocean waves. Hell trembles. Cracks appeared out of thin air on the raised earth, and what rose from them was the fierce light of destruction. Using a large group of two entire legions as material, the anger from Ramses burst out!

Hundreds of tons of metal explosives are distributed under the entire ruins, forming a huge blasting cycle with secret rituals and iron wires. On top of the spread of a small spark, the burning sea tears apart the earth's crust and stretches out towards the sky. hands.

Embrace hell!

What followed was endless darkness.

In the center of the explosion, a pitch-black bullet quietly disintegrated, and the solidified divinity from Da Siming flowed out of it. In an instant, it covered everything, eroded everything, and dissolved everything...

Swallow everything covered by the impact!

When the earth-shattering shock swept through, the original ruins were gone, along with one and a half legions stationed around it.

Only a deep pit was left, and its flawless smooth walls formed a natural hemisphere. And right in the center, on the remaining pillar stone, only a cracked bronze mirror remained.

The severely injured lord lay on the ground, coughed violently, and vomited out his internal organs and blood.

Don't dare to moan.

He just kowtowed to the bronze mirror crazily and begged.

On the cracked mirror, the host of the banquet did not speak. He just looked down at everything silently. For a long, long time, he sighed faintly.

"Tell me, why did I raise a bunch of losers like you..."

In the mirror, there was a boiling sound.

It was like some kind of sticky glue had torn the container apart.

The surrounding priests screamed in terror and fled. And the body of the host of the banquet was rapidly expanding, with that gorgeous and weird face, and dozens of large mouths filled with sharp teeth slowly opening, swallowing up all the living creatures in the entire hall!

Until the end, in the darkness, only the angry gasps were left.

"Activate all the legions and all the men in the nearby depths."

Dozens of neighing sounds overlapped and turned into a harsh roar:

"Chase me!!!"

"If you think about it, our gifts should have been delivered, right?"

On the bridge of the solar ship, Huai Shi glanced at the time on the screen: "I wonder what the reaction will be?"

"As you might expect."

The water-embroidered snail, who was in the front row enjoying the ultra-high-definition picture throughout the whole process, said: "The children are very delicious and like the food very much. The host of the banquet was moved to tears after receiving it."

"An excellent counterattack and warning."

Oldham concluded: “According to my observations, many guys who have heard about it and want to take advantage have already backed down...

It can be expected that in the next few days, we will get a rare period of peace. "

"But as a price..."

It paused and said softly: "There will definitely be more severe storms next, right?"

After watching Gundam, I can only say: Strike is still the same Strike, and Bandai... is still the same Bandai...