Chapter 1680: Reality Is Falsehood

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Just when Sophia was about to get angry, Asmode waved her hand to stop her. He said in a cold tone: "I agree to Camus' request. You will tell him what you said to me when you go back. Just say that I, Asmode, have nothing to do with him." Missing him so much will bring his soul back to the Tree of Death.”

Faced with such a threat, Elsa was not troubled. After performing impeccable etiquette, she said, "Elsa will definitely bring you your words. In addition, General Camus said, if Your Excellency agreed to the request, and he gave you a small gift. This small gift can be used to deceive Prince Yeren."

Suddenly!

There was no wind, and a burst of sand rolled up on the ground.

The wild sand covered the sky and spread over dozens of miles in a short time, covering the sky and the earth. Asmod's entire army was naturally surrounded.

However, this violent sand seemed to only cover the field of vision, without much lethality.

The weakest ones present are all half-step S-level elites. With a little use of ability, the rolling gravel can be isolated.

At the same time, Elsa's figure swayed slightly and suddenly disappeared from Asmodeus's eyes like a ghost.

"What a mysterious power, I seem to smell the breath of a demigod." Asmodeus, the leader of evil spirits, squinted his eyes, feeling the wild sand in the sky, and couldn't help but praise, "It seems that the Son of Demon Flame God Sure enough, he has hidden a lot of power, and he can actually recruit people with such strength and potential. "

In the hell world, although demigod-level experts are almost at the top of the food chain, their overall number is not large. But demigods who are young enough to attend the Hell Conference are very rare.

Because becoming a demigod at such a young age shows that he has enough potential. As long as he doesn't die halfway, the probability of becoming a great demon king in the future is also very high.

Even the devil would attach great importance to such a rare and handsome figure.

Take Asmodeus, the head of the evil spirits, for example. He is a young and potential demigod who is highly regarded by His Majesty the fallen demon god Samael.

"Leader Asmode," Sophia said respectfully, "Should we warn our ally Prince Night Blade? There may be a demigod-level powerhouse hidden under the command of the Son of Demon Flame."

"There is no need to do anything unnecessary." Asmodeus said calmly, "The Son of Demon Flame is our competitor, but how can Prince Night Blade not be his opponent?"

"The leader is wise." Sophia praised, "Let's take advantage of this opportunity and let Demon Flame and Night Blade fight first. After they decide the winner, we will attack Demon Flame to establish victory."

"If this is the case, we have fallen into Demon Flame's trap." Asmodeus sneered, "I am sure that Demon Flame's men are extremely powerful. If we allow them to defeat Night Blade, I am afraid that the remaining strength will They should be able to defeat us. By then, we would have been too passive. Camus sent people to bluff and exposed their true strength."

"Chief..." Sophia was a little confused and said doubtfully, "Then shall we fight or not?"

"Fight!" Asmodeus had a sharp look in his eyes, "We must join forces with the Night Blade to defeat the Demon Flame. However, in order to win the final victory, we must let the Night Blade destroy a large number of people first. Disea~"

"Be humble."

A small undead spirit, as big as a goblin, suddenly appeared next to Asmodeus. Before this, no one had discovered its existence.

Although it is small in size, its soul fire is solid, showing that its strength is definitely not as weak as it appears. In fact, it is true that strong generals have no weak soldiers.

This undead assassin Desia is a well-known existence in the Fallen Demon Realm, and his strength has reached the peak of legend. A terrifying killer who is so elusive that even demigods dare to assassinate him.

"You lead a team of undead assassins to scout the battlefield." Asmodeus' eyes revealed a dangerous light.

"yes!"

The undead assassin Desia took the order and led ten elite legendary undead assassins. In a flash, he disappeared directly into the battle formation. Ordinary legendary powerhouses, even those at the general level, cannot capture their whereabouts.

Only Asmodeus, whose strength reaches the level of a demigod, can vaguely distinguish their movements from perception.

The three great demons who are above us.

The cold face of the fallen demon god Samael melted a little, and he couldn't help but nodded slightly. Asmodeus was worthy of being a hero that he carefully cultivated, with good martial arts and outstanding intelligence.

From the perspective of the three demon gods, Asmodeus made the most correct tactical arrangement and was the most promising to win the final victory among the three teams that were about to fight.

As long as Asmodeus can retain half of his troops, and then join forces with the Dark Saint Katherina to jointly attack the pinned Princess Darksong, then the battle will be stable.

"Hmph, you cunning and untrustworthy boy." The expression of Satan, the devil of hell, was not very good. "My son clearly sent someone to make an agreement with him, but he dared to betray him in the blink of an eye. Samael, you who have fallen into the demonic realm, all of you, Is it so shameless?"

Samael said calmly: "As the saying goes, a war never tires of deceit. Who is to blame if your son takes the initiative to reveal his strength? Besides, the agreement still needs to be witnessed by the Styx to be credible."

Dark Demon God Mammon also frowned. That kid Asmodeus is even better than expected. On the contrary, Night Blade, who is also very famous in the entire hell world, feels too frivolous and arrogant.

At least in the three teams of Demon Flame, Asmodeus, and Night Blade. No matter how you look at it, it’s probably Ye Ren who will suffer in the end.

Satan, the devil of hell, also sighed deeply in his heart. My son, Demon Flame, is indeed very outstanding, and it is certain that he will become a demon god in time. However, this child is too young and too upright after all.

Satan decided that he must teach his precious son a good lesson later on, at least to let him know that there are too many bad people in this world who smile but hide their knives.

at the same time.

Wang Yan used the eight-tatami mirror to prop up the barrier to isolate the camp from outside prying eyes.

Chi Yao's eyes were watery, and he almost threw himself into Wang Yan's arms. He said sweetly: "His Highness's plan is truly unparalleled. This time, both Night Blade and Asmodeus are dead."

"There is no way. It is very inconvenient for us to march in the quicksand. We can only defend but not attack. If Asmode is really frightened, he will command the army to play kite fighting and we will be exhausted." Wang Yan sighed helplessly and said, "Judging from the reaction to previous provocations, Asmodeus is not a simple guy. He is very tolerant and cautious, but at the same time, when he sees an opportunity, he will take risks very confidently. To deal with such a character, it is also difficult to We can only take risks. Also, don’t praise me, Camus came up with most of this plan.”

Camus looked at Wang Yan with great admiration and said respectfully: "Actually, His Highness's suggestions are the most critical. The most important thing is that His Highness actually changed Asmod's character in a short period of time. Such understanding and targeted strategies are very powerful.”

"Okay, let's stop boasting among our own people." Wang Yan waved his hand and said with a chuckle, "There are several tough battles to be fought next, so everyone should be more cautious. In addition, Lao Sha, you are starting the game Don't use your ultimate move at this time, and conserve your strength. If Asmode is too scared to enter, I'll ask you."

The Desert Emperor snorted and said: "There is no need to say more nonsense. Who can fight with me in this endless quicksand area? Flame, no, Demon Flame boy, after the war, we will fight in a one-on-one battle."

The Desert Emperor, who lost to Wang Yan twice, was still somewhat unconvinced deep down. The Son of Fire is very powerful, but in the desert, he is the sky and the emperor.

Unless the devil came in person, he would not be afraid of the great devil at the peak of his demi-god level.

The Desert Emperor looked around, his majestic posture showing that I was the best in the world.

"Your calculation is quite good." Wang Yan responded with a smile, "How about we find a place with both volcanoes and deserts to play?" In fact, Wang Yan is also confident, even in this quicksand area Even if you fight, you are not afraid of the Desert Emperor. It's really difficult to defeat him. This overwhelming yellow sand is where his clone is. Unless all the gravel is melted into magma, he will have nowhere to hide.

The desert emperor's proud expression froze, and he glared at Wang Yan faintly: "You're going to go to heaven if you fight on a volcano? I guess if we come to your home court, a great demon king at the peak of demigods might be able to do it." Tricked to death."

Of course, because Wang Yan used the sub-artifact Yata Mirror to create a barrier that enveloped the tents, everyone's bragging could not spread outside.

Otherwise, the demigod-level demon kings in the auditorium of the Hell Conference will all sneer at this. The Moyan guys are quite good at bragging. Come on, come on, trick one of them into showing this demon king?

It's no wonder that every big demon king is an old monster who has lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Apart from the three major demons, they are at the top of the food chain in the hell world.

They are ordinary demigod-level demon kings, but they can defeat many of them one by one.

Although the Demon Flame boy has reached the demigod level at a young age, his future prospects are limitless. With the help of Satan, the demon god of hell, he has great hope of becoming a god in the future.

But after all, he is still too young now, and there is still a big gap between him and the old demon king.

Let’s not mention the gossip for now.

Prince Ye Ren's army is rushing towards Wang Yan's base camp. On the battlefield, it is always important for the scouts to go first, but an army of only a thousand people is just a large group of scouts.

In the first scout confrontation, more than half of the Night Blade Prince's Night Fangs had been killed or injured.

However, Prince Yeren also obtained the approximate location of Wang Yan's army. Thousands of troops rushed over in a mighty manner. His main army is the famous manticore cavalry from the Dark Demon Realm.

The ancestors of manticores are several galactic beasts manticores brought over from the universe by the dark demon Mammon. Back then, their strength reached the pinnacle level of demigods, and they were overlord-level existences wherever they were thrown.

After breeding with local species, several extremely powerful groups have now been formed. Manticores are one of the descendants of scorpion dragons. They are powerful monsters composed of lion bodies, dragon claws, dragon wings and scorpion tails. It has a strong body, the ability to fly, and its claws and scorpion tail are highly poisonous, making it very difficult to deal with, often causing people to lose their combat effectiveness immediately.

The most terrifying thing is that manticores have extremely strong reproductive capabilities and are extremely easy to tame. With powerful warriors charging into battle, the combat power is extremely terrifying.

There are a total of 800 manticore knights in the Night Blade Prince's team, among which the number reaches the terrifying 130 with legendary strength.

In addition, there are one hundred units of lightly-armored soldiers in Prince Nightblade's team. They are all composed of Night Demon nobles, each of whom is a young hero in the tribe, equipped with dark leather armor and sword and shield, with a short crossbow hanging on his waist.

Each piece of equipment is a sub-sacred weapon carefully crafted by a master of refining.

Don't underestimate this group of soldiers without mounts.

In fact, they are all elites among the elites of the Night Demon Clan, with very high personal cultivation and very strong combat capabilities, all of which have reached the legendary level. Relying on their own wings to fly, whether advancing or retreating, the speed is extremely fast.

After training in Prince Nightblade's team for a period of time, the most important ones will be transferred to other major troops and become generals or even commanders.

Prince Nightblade rode a carefully cultivated lion scorpion beast that reached the peak of the legendary level, led thousands of troops, and rushed towards the Demon Flame Camp with great momentum.

At this moment.

Prince Nightblade was in high spirits to the extreme. With such a large army, how could he not win against the slave army of the Demon Flame boy?

He had also experienced the slave army of Mo Yan. Although it was generally good, the legendary level among them could only reach the point of ten to one. In other words, the legendary level that Mo Yan could show off was only more than one hundred, definitely not more than one hundred and fifty.

The strength of the two sides was obviously different, and there was absolutely no possibility of not winning.

After a quick march.

The Night Blade Army was only a dozen miles away from Wang Yan's camp. If a strong person with powerful space laws could even teleport to the opponent's battle formation.

"Where is Asmodeus?" Prince Ye Ren looked down from a high place, looking at the Mo Yan camp from a distance, frowning. The opponent was obviously also making preparations and set up a defensive formation.

"Your Highness," the subordinate reported, "Lord Asmodeus sent a message that he encountered a sandstorm during the march, which slowed down the march. It is expected to arrive at the designated location in one blood moon."

"Sandstorm?"

Prince Nightblade looked a little dissatisfied, as if he remembered the sandstorm that caused the annihilation of his Night Fangs. He muttered to himself, could it be that the boy Mo Yan has a skilled warlock who can control the sandstorm?

"Your Highness," asked the one-armed Purton, "The boy Mo Yan has discovered us, set up a defensive formation, and started to build fortifications. What should we do next?"

"Fortifications?"

Prince Nightblade's face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Where do they get the materials to build fortifications in this vast quicksand?" Looking from afar, as expected, some tall ogres dragged huge stones and built small turrets.

In those turrets, one magic crystal crossbow was installed. They are protected by infantry and stone turrets, so they won't explode with a long-range attack.

Magic crystal crossbow?

Prince Ye Ren's heart trembled, no way? Where did this kid get the magic crystal crossbow? That is a weapon of war. Ordinary soldiers can't withstand a single shot and will be blown to pieces.

Even if they are elite half-step legends, once they are hit head-on, they will be seriously injured if not killed.

Even if they are legendary, once they are covered with concentrated fire, they will be doomed.

This is one of the reasons why the defenders have a great geographical advantage in hell. Once the dense magic crystal crossbows are arranged on the city wall, it will definitely make the attackers' scalps numb.

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