Chapter 1674 My Son Has Many Hidden Cards

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In the vast universe, there are very few people who mainly practice the law of destiny, and even fewer who can become gods with it. This is the forbidden law of the universe, and practitioners often suffer the backlash of the universe.

There is no doubt that the high priest Belica can practice the law of destiny to this level, which is enough for the three great demons to look at her strangely.

But it just so happens that this woman who practices the law of destiny also wears a collar and becomes the slave of the demon flame boy.

Fortunately, this woman who mainly practices destiny has not yet reached the level of demigod.

If she reaches the level of demigod, even the demons will have to treat her seriously. A demigod-level destiny controller, if he does not care about the backlash and is willing to pay the price of his life, can already make a god suffer.

The most speechless thing is that the attack method of the destiny controller is hard to defend.

In addition to these three earthlings.

The other two tall but thin guys are also very powerful, and their cultivation strength has also reached the peak of the legendary level.

These two seem to be dark elves, right?

Under the focused gaze of the gods, the full body armor could not cover their breath.

Aren't dark elves a race of the Fallen Demon Realm?

The Dark Demon God Mammon could not help but cast a suspicious look at the Fallen Demon God Samael. Dark elves with such strength are not unknown in the entire Fallen Demon Realm, right?

Could it be that the Fallen Demon God Samael and the Hell Demon God Satan secretly joined forces?

"Mammon, don't look at me with such eyes." The Fallen Demon God sneered, "These two dark elves should be captured slaves, and have nothing to do with this god."

Although there are very few dark elf slaves, they are not nonexistent. Not to mention the dark elves, even the Purgatory Demons, the Night Demons, the Fallen Angels and other races may become slaves, but the number is even more scarce.

"Humph, good ability, originally your son just captured some human slaves casually." The Dark Demon God Mammon sneered, "It seems that we underestimated you, Satan."

The momentum displayed by the Five Unpredictables and other humans is still very immature in the eyes of the demons. But seeing that their life energy is so vigorous and their souls are so young, they really have a promising future. Obviously, they are definitely not random people on Earth.

Those two dark elves are not ordinary people either.

It is obvious that the Dark Demon Mammon has already attributed all the behind-the-scenes instigation of all this to the Hell Demon Satan.

"Haha, you are allowed to be scheming, but my son is not allowed to keep a few cards?" Demon Satan was secretly happy in his heart. His son has always insisted on using the slave army to fight. It seems that he really has hidden a lot of cards.

These slaves are very good, with good strength and even better potential. If they are trained well, in time, they will all be his son's right-hand man.

The more Demon Satan thinks about his son, the more satisfied he is.

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's just that he was born a little late. If he was born a thousand years earlier, Demon Satan would dare to take his sons and sweep through the entire hell. What a fallen thief, dark old dog, who dares to disobey will be killed.

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Not to mention the suspicion of the three demons on the side and the big mouth.

The harpies have already started sniping the Night Fangs. They used the magic eagle eye and took the lead to face a Night Fang team.

Each Night Fang team has a standard configuration of ten people, of which the captain must be a legendary level, and the rest are also half-step S-level elites. With their elusive whereabouts and speed, even if they face a legendary peak-level general, they may be able to surround and kill the opponent without considering sacrifice.

"Retreat!"

The Night Fang team had already sensed something was wrong several miles away. Its captain was also an experienced person. He ordered a retreat almost immediately and notified other nearby teams at the same time.

Among Prince Nightblade's thousand-man legion, there is a battalion of Night Fangs. This time, four teams of forty were dispatched, more than twice the number of harpies.

However, the harpies, who already believed that they would die, would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they cannot attack separately, once two or three scout teams of the enemy converge, the fate of the harpies will inevitably be a complete failure.

"Ancestors of the harpies, please grant me great power." Betty took the lead, chanting the ancient harpy sacrificial language, and the staff in her hand burst into a brilliant green light, covering all the harpies.

"Hua~~"

It was as if a hurricane blew over, carrying the harpies to rush towards the enemy at a speed several times faster.

In just a dozen breaths, seventeen harpies surrounded ten night fangs.

"Puff!"

After Betty cast a large spell too much, she suffered a little backlash from the law, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, "Kill, don't leave any!"

"Clang clang clang!"

A series of bowstrings clashed.

Arrows with wind magic were flying towards the Night Fangs like meteors, especially Fanny, whose strength reached the legendary level, who burst out with all her strength, shooting arrows one after another at a very fast speed.

"Impossible!"

The captain of the Night Fangs couldn't believe that the opponent could burst out at such a speed in a short time, but facing the rain of arrows like locusts, he had to wave two daggers to block.

Ding ding ding~

His dagger skills are already at the master level. The dance seems slow, but it is as wonderful as the horns of an antelope. Every time he dances, an arrow is shot away.

But he has this ability, but his subordinates do not have such ability.

Often they can't block two or three arrows in a row, and they are hit by arrows with speed, and blood splashes.

Don't underestimate the arrows shot by these harpies. The bows and arrows they use are not ordinary items. They are spiritual weapons tailored for them by the master of refining with top-quality materials. The bows and arrows are engraved with complex and mysterious inscriptions.

In addition, the wind magic power is infused into each of their arrows when they are shot. This makes the power of any arrow much stronger than the most powerful sniper rifle on earth. It is easy to penetrate a tank or something.

"Disperse, run!"

Captain Fang roared angrily and took the lead in drilling into the gravel, trying to hide himself with the help of the gravel. As long as he could hold out for a while, he would torture these harpies to death after the reinforcements arrived.

"Humph! Still want to run?"

Betty raised her staff and chanted, "Ancestor of the harpies, please grant me great power." The energy in the staff instantly condensed into a huge wind blade.

"Swish!"

The wind blade slammed into the gravel at an extremely fast speed.

It actually cut a scar of more than ten meters long, two or three meters wide, and more than twenty meters deep in the quicksand. Poor Captain Fang was almost cut in two by the wind blade, and was completely exposed to the vision of another legendary harpy Fanny.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Arrows rained down on Captain Fang.

The power of each of her arrows was several times stronger than that of her companions. Captain Fang, who had blocked seven or eight arrows in a row, finally couldn't resist. With a "bang", the dagger exploded, and the fragments injured him badly.

"Damn Harpies, they actually have a holy weapon-level bow and arrow." Captain Fang vomited blood and was extremely angry. There are at most dozens of treasures of this level in the entire Night Blade Prince's team, most of which are in the possession of those personal guards and senior generals.

No matter how seniority is ranked, it is not his turn as a small Captain Fang.

But look at the Harpies, two legends, and they actually have four holy weapon-level equipment.

Damn, are holy weapon-level equipment not valuable?

Poor Captain Fang, he couldn't imagine how rich Wang Yan was. First, several great demons contributed a huge fortune to him in order to save their lives.

Moreover, Wang Yan, with his thick skin, got countless benefits from the demon god Satan. He even went to his treasure house many times and made all kinds of demigod humiliation.

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of equipment, except for the personal guards of the three demon gods. Wang Yan's subordinates dared to claim second place, and no one in the major legions of Hell dared to claim first place. This was the result of Wang Yan's deliberate reservation.

Wang Yan estimated that if he showed it without regard for the consequences, it would not be worse than the guards of the three demon gods.

There was no way, who made Wang Yan too rich? The title of the Son of God was no joke.

Of course, after this consumption, Wang Yan basically became a poor man again. Whether it was the equipment legion or the improvement of the bloodline evolution technique on his subordinates, they were all gold-eating bigwigs. No matter how big the fortune was, it could not withstand such consumption.

No matter how the fang captain complained, it could not change the outcome.

With the majority bullying the minority, and being caught off guard, the harpy team won a brilliant victory.

Nine half-step S-level and a legendary ten-man team were all annihilated in just over a hundred breaths. And the price paid by the harpy team was only six or seven people were injured, and Betty consumed most of her magic power.

Such a result naturally aroused the emotions of the three demon gods and the audience of the Hell Conference. The famous Night Fangs, an entire team was completely annihilated, and the other side paid a negligible price.

It was the first time that everyone noticed that the equipment on these harpies seemed extraordinary. Even those half-step S-level harpies had equipment that was outrageous, as if they were all tailor-made by the master of refining.

This is not a trivial matter. In fact, in the world of Hell, most lords with fields and land may not have a piece of equipment forged by the master of refining. In other words, most legendary equipment is far inferior to that of ordinary harpies.

Not to mention the four pieces of holy equipment on the two legendary harpies.

Silence, plus envy and jealousy.

That Lord Demon Flame was too extravagant. He actually armed a group of harpy slaves to the teeth. Many legendary lords with ordinary wealth have thought of joining the slave army of His Majesty the Demon Flame. Apart from other things, it would be good to get a set of standard equipment.

"Haha, old thief Mammon." The demon Satan was so happy that his bones were softened, and he turned on the taunting mode and said, "Your elite troops, the Night Fangs, are just so-so. They were annihilated by a group of delicate harpies."

The face of the dark demon Mammon was also quite bad. He did not expect this result. Although this team of Night Fangs was not fighting in the environment they were best at, it was a fact that they were completely wiped out.

In fact, judging from the combat capabilities shown by this team of harpies, even if they encountered the Night Fangs in the dark, they would eventually win, and the price they paid was just a bit heavier.

"Hmph. They just relied on their better weapons and equipment." The Dark Devil Mammon sneered, "Satan, I admit that I underestimated you. You spared no effort and used such a luxurious way to help your son train and equip a harpy army. But their good luck ends here."

What Mammon said was right.

The remaining three Night Fangs have all arrived nearby and are encircling the harpies.

The harpies seemed to have sensed that they were surrounded, and they didn't even collect the spoils, and the whole army evacuated quickly. However, it was a step too late after all. The three Night Fangs had already trapped the harpies like pliers.

It can be seen from this that even if they were not acting in the dark, the Night Fangs showed extremely strong military qualities, and their reaction and action were first-class.

"It's over!"

In the stands of the Hell Conference, many spectators who sympathized with the harpies wailed. Such a beautiful and powerful harpy was about to fall on the spot.

Although they also saw that the Moyan side sent reinforcements, the reinforcements came at most to collect the bodies. If the Night Fangs could wipe out the harpies at a relatively low cost, even the reinforcements would be in danger.

Harpy Betty, holding a staff in the air, was pale and weak because of excessive use of magic to activate large spells. A dozen sisters gathered around her.

Looking at the Night Fang team that surrounded them in an orderly manner from three directions, Betty smiled lightly: "Sisters, it's time to repay His Highness, are you ready?"

"Ready." The eyes of the harpies burst into dazzling brilliance. In their view, it is an extremely honorable thing to sacrifice their lives for His Highness Moyan.

Harpies are such a peculiar race. They are emotional, beautiful, unrestrained and free. However, once they have decided on something, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

"For His Highness, for the entire world of Hell, and for the thousands of sisters who are still sinking." Betty's eyes were full of determination, and she said in a sacred tone, "We will use our blood and lives to tell the entire world of Hell that we, the Harpies, are the best scouts of Hell! Not lowly J-girls!"

"We are scouts, warriors, not lowly J-girls." The Harpies screamed desperately, they were so determined, so strong in their hearts.

Perhaps, even Betty didn't know that the image of today's battle would spread throughout the three realms of Hell in the near future, and even to the Abyss World.

These words became the spiritual pillar of the Harpies, setting off one "uprising" after another. I don't know how many "escorts" died tragically on the Harpies' beds because of this.

As long as they can get a little freedom, they will travel thousands of miles to join the great His Highness Moyan.

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