Chapter 1671 The Devil's Plot

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"The Night Blade boy is in trouble." Asmodeus, the leader of the evil spirits who also led the army on patrol, said lightly, "It seems that he has fallen into the opponent's trap. Whether he fights or not, he will be in an unfavorable situation."

"What does the leader mean? Prince Night Blade is not a match for Mo Yan in a one-on-one fight?" The fallen female angel adjutant on the side raised her black feather wings and said in disbelief, "Prince Night Blade is a genius that appears once in thousands of years in the Night Blade clan. Even the leader and him are only 50-50 in a one-on-one fight. The son of the demon god sounds good, but he is just a wild boy who grew up outside and was not taught by the demon god Satan for a long time. He was lucky to be promoted to the demigod demon king recently. How could he win over the leader? Leader?"

The head of the evil spirits smiled calmly, and said in a gentle voice: "Sophia, it is because of this that the talent of that Demon Flame is so terrible. This seat and Night Blade have enjoyed countless resources since childhood, so that we can achieve such achievements at such an age. And Demon Flame can be promoted to demigod so quickly even though he is wandering in the wild. His potential is really terrible. It is for this reason that His Majesty Samael wants to strangle him. "

"The future is just the future." The female fallen angel Sophia shook her head slowly and said, "But now, I don't believe he will be the opponent of the leader or Night Blade."

Asmodeus did not comment, but cast his eyes on some humanoid races in the Demon Flame camp who were not as sturdy as the barbarians. They were all wearing full body armor and had a cold aura. So far, they have never taken action.

It seemed that the enemies that the Demon Flame team had encountered before were not worth their efforts at all.

What made Asmodeus, the head of the evil spirits, frown slightly was that there was a breath that made him very familiar, as if he was an old friend for many years. But the other party deliberately concealed the breath, making it difficult for him to distinguish.

Who is that person?

Could it be...

He?

Asmodeus' eyes, which had always been gentle as water, suddenly became solemn. It was impossible. He could not betray His Majesty Samael. But, that vaguely familiar feeling, who else could it be but him?

"Leader, what happened?" The female fallen angel Sophia felt the leader's emotional fluctuations and couldn't help but whispered with concern.

"Nothing, I can be sure that Night Blade is in trouble." Asmodeus slowly retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. He was sure that it was him, the guy he was familiar with.

Although he really couldn't figure out why that guy would surrender to Mo Yan. But he was sure that with that guy's pride and strength, just as Mo Yan couldn't make him worship and surrender sincerely, it was impossible for him to surrender to him and follow him to participate in the Hell Conference.

So it seems that his intuition about Mo Yan was right. That guy must not be underestimated. What happens next is probably going to be very interesting.

Camus!

If I break your armor and mask, how will you face me, Asmodeus, and His Majesty the Demon God?

Hehe~

For a moment, Asmodeus's eyes became a little grim.

Let's not talk about Asmodeus's feelings for now.

The atmosphere on the scene, amid the war dance of the ogres, set off waves of roars. In the audience, countless audiences began to get excited. They followed the barbaric soldiers and generals, roaring for Prince Nightblade to go on stage for the leader battle.

Even many female audiences followed the crazy shouting.

Sure enough, no matter how the hell world develops, how the race evolves, even if they become nobles who rule one side, their bodies are eroded by the beautiful and luxurious life. But at the root, every resident of hell is still a barbarian, a barbarian who respects force.

At this time, the one-armed Pulton, a general under Prince Night Demon, jumped out and warned loudly: "Your Highness Night Blade, don't fall into the trap. Our overall combat power far exceeds that of the Demon Flame kid, and we don't need a single duel to crush him."

"Hmph~" Prince Night Blade also snorted angrily. The strength of the Demigod Demon King made his voice spread throughout the audience. "Demon Flame kid, put away your barbarity and tricks. The Hell Conference has its own rules. In the next war, my army will tear your slave army into pieces."

After saying that, Prince Night Blade waved his sleeves and led his men away from the scene, showing that he was unwilling to fight Demon Flame alone. Just kidding, he had fought with Demon Flame kid before, and that guy was obviously stronger than him in single duel strength.

If he used the orthodox ace army of the Demon God Satan, he, Night Blade, would be a little scared. However, if he insisted on proving himself and used those garbage slave legions, don't blame his Night Blade men for being ruthless.

"Hush~"

The barbarians under Wang Yan all booed, and the ogres even pointed their buttocks at Prince Nightblade's army, slapping them hard to express their anger and contempt.

The audience in the stands also booed Prince Nightblade like a tsunami. Especially the audience from the Purgatory Demon Realm, they all stood up and raised their middle fingers to Prince Nightblade.

Only a few Night Demons from the Dark Demon Realm took the trouble to explain Prince Nightblade, but these minor remarks were just small seaweeds in the huge waves, and could not stir up any waves.

At this moment, the faces of the army under Prince Nightblade were extremely embarrassed, and their morale fell to the bottom.

Although most of them were from the noble families of the Night Demon Clan, the Night Demon Clan was ultimately a race that advocated force. However, Prince Nightblade retreated so much after the other party provoked him and launched a duel declaration, which naturally made many people full of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

He was actually despised by those dirty and rude ogres.

Not only the elite Night Demons were weak, but even the lion scorpion beasts they rode on became weak, and their high tails drooped down.

"Hehe~" Wang Yan raised his hand to stop the mockery of his army, and his voice spread like a wave, "Everyone, don't scold the Night Blade kid. Although this kid is a bit of a coward, he still knows the current situation. He likes to be a coward, so let him continue to be a coward."

"Coward, coward! Hahaha~"

Another wave of mockery broke out at the scene.

Wang Yan's eyes suddenly looked at Asmodeus, the leader of the evil spirits in the distance.

Asmodeus's calm heart suddenly trembled slightly, and he immediately had some ominous premonitions.

As expected, those extremely excited ogres, barbarians and other guys have already followed Wang Yan's eyes and looked towards the direction of Asmodeus's fallen angel army. They are ready to fight. As long as the great Lord Moyan gives an order, everyone will immediately start to fight.

Even those delicate and weak harpies began to fly all over the sky, trembling with excitement, and their vicious words were brewing to the point where they could not control and burst out.

Even if Asmodeus is so handsome, more handsome than the male protagonist in the legendary novel, and countless times more perfect. But so what? Doesn't being handsome mean you don't need to be scolded?

Prince Nightblade is also very handsome, and is also full of aristocratic elegance. Isn't he scolded so much that he can't even cry?

They used to be the lowest creatures, for those big men to have fun.

However, now, they have the opportunity to scold those high-ranking demigod demon kings viciously and continue to live well. This kind of daily life is incredible to think about.

All this is the credit of His Highness Mo Yan. He is the sky and god of all the sisters.

Even if His Highness Mo Yan ordered to curse the three great demons, they would not hesitate to spew out vicious words.

Asmodeus, the head of the evil spirits, felt numb on his scalp and trembled in his heart. He turned around without hesitation and led the army to another direction without even giving those guys a chance to make eye contact.

No kidding, Asmodeus didn't think that the cold and silent fallen angels and death knights under his command could win the battle of words against Mo Yan's men. They were terrible beings who could even participate in the battle of words with a hellhound.

"It's a pity. Asmodeus reacted quickly and had a strong desire to survive." Wang Yan shook his head regretfully. He ran away without saying a word and didn't give him a chance to provoke.

Then, Wang Yan's eyes turned to the team of Princess An Ge. Dozens of "Princess An Ge" responded with their eyes and didn't retreat at all.

But, this cannot be scolded.

Let’s not talk about it first, this Princess An Ge is most likely Sister An Ge.

Even if she is not Sister An Ge, she is also the beloved daughter of the Dark Demon God Mammon. If you scold her too much, the Dark Demon God might just slap her.

Soon Wang Yan turned the gun around and looked at the Dark Saint.

At this time, among the three demons standing high above, the Dark Demon Mammon snorted coldly: "This kid is sensible, otherwise I will beat him so hard that his father won't recognize him."

Demon Satan laughed happily: "Old thief Mammon, everyone says that Night Blade is the best young talent in your Dark Demon Realm. In my opinion, he is not that good. He doesn't even dare to fight in a duel in front of the battlefield. He is really just a name. But your daughter seems to have some courage, I admire her. How about our two families get married and work together to drive Samael back to his hometown first?"

"Get lost!" Dark Demon Mammon roared furiously, "Tell your rude wild boy to get away. If he dares to attack my An Ge, no one in heaven or on earth can protect him."

"Hahaha~ Maybe your princess will like my son's strength, power and tyranny." Demon Satan laughed happily. Now he realized that it was indeed more pleasant to have a son than a daughter. No matter what, there was no need to worry about the son being at a disadvantage.

When Wang Yan looked at the Dark Saint, his subordinates naturally stared at him wherever he pointed.

The Dark Saint was staring at him and felt very scared. The boy, the Son of Fire, would not play for real. He would even confront her, right? Don't think he couldn't do it. This guy's tactics were always tricky and difficult to figure out.

Fortunately, Wang Yan didn't really mean to embarrass her. He stared at her for a few seconds and then led the army to walk away in a swagger, continuing to show off his power and accept the cheers from the audience.

This look seemed like he had already won the championship.

"Huh~"

In the distance, Prince Night Blade, whose face was already extremely ugly, had a consuming fire in his eyes, "Moyan, on the battlefield later. This prince will make you regret being born in this world."

After the five final teams appeared in front of the audience and the demon god one by one.

The finals are about to begin.

Then, the three demon gods joined forces to perform magic and use the law to expand the arena.

In an instant, the world twisted, and the five-colored lights and shadows passed by one by one like a dream. Time passed very long, and it seemed very short. When people saw the scene clearly, they found that the world seemed to have changed.

The scene of the original large conference was now expanded by a hundred times, a thousand times or more.

Take the scenery in front of Wang Yan, for example, a red river more than a thousand feet wide rushed by, the river was turbulent, and not a feather fell. Even with the huge flesh mountain of the ogre, it was as weak as an ant in front of this angry dragon-like river.

In the distance behind him, a steep giant mountain range runs from east to west. Some places on the mountain are densely covered with jungle, while others are gloomy and dark, and a large part of the mountain is filled with molten lava.

The steepest place is where even the harpies cannot fly up.

The ground under the army has also changed, turning into endless rolling hot sand. Stepping on it makes your feet hot. The heavier the troops, the harder it is to sprint.

Except for a few flying harpies and succubi, most of Wang Yan's troops are heavy infantry and heavy cavalry. In this environment, let alone charging and fighting, even marching has become very difficult.

Especially the heavy ogre infantry, who is as heavy as a mountain, stepped on the soft and hot gravel and sank to his knees.

In just a moment, Wang Yan's army of thousands of people was trapped and unable to move.

"Despicable!"

In the sky, where the three demons were watching the battle, the demon Satan roared: "Mammon, Samael. You two bastards, how dare you cheat together?"

The fallen demon Samael said calmly: "Satan, please don't spit blood. The three of us worked together to create the terrain and randomly teleported five teams. This is the competition rule that we have agreed on long ago. Your son's army was teleported to the quicksand zone. It can only be said that it was bad luck."

"Luck is also a kind of strength." The dark demon Mammon also said calmly, "Originally, according to your son's army, it would be impossible to make it to the end. Now it's just better to lose as soon as possible."

The demon Satan was so angry that his majestic body trembled, but he couldn't find the other party's cheating method. The red demon face was blue with anger. He could only swear secretly that this time when he went back, he must help his son become a god as soon as possible, and then the father and son would work together to get back the place one by one.

Speaking of Wang Yan, he was also stunned when he saw his thousand-man army being teleported to such a ghost place. Is this terrain considered good luck or bad luck?

There is a big river blocking the road on the left, a large mountain range on the right, and quicksand everywhere in front and behind, making it difficult to move. This is a dead end.

This is the disadvantage of Wang Yan using the slave army.

The melee ability of ogres and barbarians is indeed very strong, especially the ogre clan, whose melee ability is slightly inferior to the always strong purgatory demon clan, and even they are afraid of themselves when they go crazy.

However, it is not unreasonable that ogres are at the middle and lower levels in the hell world and are often captured as gladiatorial slaves. Because of their bloated and huge bodies, even legendary ogres have difficulty flying, let alone the main force of the elite legion that is only half a step S-level.

But the purgatory demon race is different. They are strong and have wings, and their qualifications and potential are also very outstanding. Reaching the legendary general level, even wearing heavy armor, they can fly easily and freely.

This is the gap in racial talent that is difficult to make up.

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