Chapter 1692: Even if There Is No Oil or Water, We Must Squeeze It

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“Impossible!” Asmodeus was furious, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, and his image was extremely miserable. He never thought that the demon flame could not only easily break free from the soul cage, but also emit a glazed golden light all over his body, and his momentum was even more powerful and terrifying.

This guy had not revealed his true trump card in the previous battle.

“Not bad, not bad.” Wang Yan took a step forward, and under a barely visible space fluctuation, he appeared on the head of a skeleton dragon and stood on its head carelessly.

“Crack~” A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The skeleton dragon’s head, which had been hammered for thousands of times, actually cracked and shattered, and countless fragments burst out.

“Ah~”

The skeleton dragon let out a miserable and painful cry, and the soul fire in its head was like a candle in the wind, swaying and drifting, and there was a sign of extinguishing at any time.

Undead creatures like the legendary skeleton dragon can not only retain some of their memories before death, but also have wisdom that is not inferior to other species. Once a creature has wisdom, it will have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Although the emotions of undead creatures are much colder than other flesh and blood creatures.

But any intelligent species will be instinctively afraid of being destroyed.

At this time, the skeleton dragon was in extreme fear. The purgatory demon was too terrible. It seemed that if it used half a little more strength, it would be reduced to ashes.

It wanted to flap its wings and escape, but it didn't dare. It knew very well that if it dared to move a little, the terrible purgatory demon would crush its head.

Wang Yan stood quietly on the head of the skeleton dragon, looking at Asmodeus with a little appreciation: "Very good, you are much stronger and smarter than the waste Night Blade."

"You..."

Logically speaking, such condescending praise from peers would definitely offend Asmodeus's self-esteem. However, Asmodeus subtly gave birth to a trace of pride and joy after being praised, just like facing the approving eyes of the demon king Samael.

At the same time.

Wang Yan's brothers and sisters from Earth and Mei'er's succubus squad all arrived at the battlefield, hovering behind Wang Yan, staring at Asmodeus. It seemed that as long as Wang Yan gave an order, everyone would rush up and teach Asmodeus a lesson.

In a world with clear classes like the Hell World, the demigod-level demon king is the top upper-class figure in this world. He is usually respected by all demons. When ordinary legendary strongmen see the demigod demon king, they dare not even breathe more.

However, this group of friends from Earth are not so afraid of demigods. Wang Yan is also a demigod demon king, and a very powerful demigod demon king, but everyone is still brothers and sisters, getting along harmoniously and equally.

What's more, they have seen a lot of demigods and fought a lot of them, so naturally they won't be too timid. Isn't it just a demigod demon king? Let's fight in a group.

Facing the aggressive eyes and eager expressions of those "earth slaves", Asmodeus inexplicably felt guilty. These guys don't look like good guys, do they?

On the other hand, Asmodeus's legendary subordinates were all in a mess, with low morale. They didn't even dare to look at Wang Yan, as if they were facing a peerless chest demon.

Such a situation made Asmodeus sigh deeply. This battle really couldn't be fought.

Asmodeus stopped humiliating himself, but cupped his hands and smiled bitterly: "His Highness Mo Yan is indeed worthy of his reputation. I admit that I am inferior. This battle, I lost."

As soon as these words came out, the fallen angels under Asmodeus, even the liches and skeleton dragons, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, the more they fought this battle, the more frightened they became.

If it were an ordinary demigod, even against an opponent like Asmodeus's leader, they could barely resist a few moves with all their strength.

But His Highness Mo Yan was simply a pervert. Once he was targeted, he could kill people in an instant, without any ability to fight back. Fighting with such a terrifying existence is completely asymmetrical.

"Haha, you are sensible." Wang Yan stared at him calmly and said, "You admit defeat quickly. Now, you have violated the covenant. How are you going to compensate this son of God?"

Asmodeus's expression froze, a little unbelievable: "Your Highness, you are joking. In a competition, everyone relies on their own abilities. Why do I need compensation? What's more, I grew up on the Dark Death Holy Tree, and I don't have such a rich father to bleed."

He had also heard the voice transmission of His Majesty Samael before, and knew that Mo Yan had extorted hundreds of millions of magic crystals from the Night Demon King.

Although he felt a little aggrieved, Asmodeus was very calm. He had already admitted defeat. According to the rules, Mo Yan was not allowed to attack them again. Otherwise, Mo Yan would lose the qualification to compete.

"Hehe~ It's okay if you don't want to compensate." Wang Yan didn't intend to violate the rules of the competition, but instead glanced at Asmodeus coldly, "I will remember what you did. We still have a long time to live, and there are plenty of opportunities to settle slowly."

"Uh..." Asmodeus' heart trembled suddenly. Mo Yan was not only extremely powerful, but also very good at taking advantage of any external conditions. If he was so jealous of me, I might suffer a great loss one day.

It's the truth that we should not be afraid of thieves stealing, but we should be afraid of thieves thinking about it.

In fact, strictly speaking, it was Asmode who broke the covenant, even if it was only a verbal covenant signed with him through the Dark Saint. Asmodeus pondered secretly, and said with a wry smile: "I am indeed wrong about this matter, but I am very poor, that is, I can only produce five million magic crystals. I hope His Highness Demon Flame will expose this matter."

The superior Demon God Samael was a little angry: "Demon Flame, this shameless boy, is addicted to blackmail. Asmodeus acted in accordance with the rules of the game from beginning to end. How could he be like this?"

At the same time, Wang Yan rejected Asmode and looked shocked: "Brother, five million? Are you kidding me? You are the leader of the younger generation among the fallen angels, and Controlling an army, you can't do more than that, right?"

"corruption?"

Asmode's expression instantly froze, and he said hurriedly, "Your Highness, Demon Flame, don't slander me. I, Asmode, control the army with fairness and integrity, and there is absolutely no corruption. Seven million magic crystals, this is the limit of what I can produce." ”

Just kidding, don't say that he really doesn't have such a thing. Even if he does, he has to try hard to get rid of it now. His Majesty Samael is paying attention to it.

"Isn't it? Your Majesty Samael is so stingy?" Wang Yan's face was full of disbelief, "I heard that you are the successor of the Fallen Demon Realm and the potential young master. Once His Majesty Samael dies, you will be The future master of the Fallen Demon Realm. A mere seven million... Haha, my old guy just throws some pocket money at me, it’s not worth that much, tsk tsk, the difference in treatment is really huge.”

The aloof Demon God Samael was so angry that he stared at the Demon God Satan with a gloomy face: "Tell your precious son to keep his mouth shut." This was tantamount to scolding Samael for being stingy in front of his face, and even cursing. He hangs up.

"Haha~ Samael, you are indeed stingy." Demon God Satan did not feel uncomfortable at all when his son called him an old man. Instead, he felt that under this title, the relationship between him and his son became closer.

In an instant, the bones of Demon God Satan seemed to be a few taels lighter. He raised his chin and said, "I also heard that you intend to train Asmodeus as your successor. Even though he grows on a tree, you can't treat him so badly." He. In our demonic realm of purgatory, my son, Demon Flame, is as strong as the wind and the rain. Even if I empty out my treasure house, I will admit it."

Samael rolled his eyes at him angrily: "No wonder you raised such an arrogant, domineering and arrogant second generation ancestor. It's not your turn to talk about our fall into the Demon Realm."

He knew that he had spared no effort in cultivating Asmodeus. However, Asmodeus was not the only heir he trained. The Dark Saint has also experienced the baptism of the Dark Holy Tree and will be her successor in the future.

In fact, Samael was more optimistic about the Dark Saint. She was extremely passionate and mentally determined, and her future potential was even higher than that of Asmodeus.

Just as the two demon gods were bickering, Wang Yan raised a finger and said, "Forget it, look at how pitiful you are. With ten million demon crystals, not only will I forgive you for your betrayal this time, but I will also forgive you for your betrayal in the future." We are still friends.”

Friends?

Asmodeus was stunned. It was not like he had no friends. He also had several young friends in the Fallen Demon Realm. But as he gets stronger and his status gets higher, no one dares to talk about friendship with him anymore.

It's very cold at high places.

Asmod pondered for a moment: "Okay, then ten million magic crystals. I will ask His Majesty Samael to pay it in advance, and then I will pay him back after selling the resources later."

"No problem." Wang Yan swayed and appeared next to Asmodeus, hugged Asmodeus's shoulders and said, "From now on, you are my Demon Flame's friend."

Such an elusive law of space startled Asmode, but his words made the cold-natured Asmode feel a little inexplicable. Looking at his enthusiastic eyes, Asmode nodded and said : "Okay, from now on you are also my friend."

"Okay, okay." After Wang Yan called out twice, he winked at him and said, "I like you very much, but you are good in other places, but there is one thing that is wrong, you are too cold. This It's probably because you have too many undead creatures in the Fallen Demon Realm and the chill of death is too strong. After this, you come to my Purgatory Demon Realm as a guest. Brother, I will take you to experience the passion of the ladies in the Purgatory Demon Realm."

What he said made Asmodeus dumbfounded. He was originally practicing the Law of Death, a branch of the Dark Law, so of course he would become lifeless. Also, what is the fiery passion of Miss Purgatory? Do you think I am a lawless second-generation ancestor like you?

Do you still want majesty? How will we lead the army in the future?

Despite being full of slander, Asmodeus publicly asked the Demon God Samael to subvert 10 million magic crystals to the Demon God Satan.

This made Samael angry and threw a piece of storage equipment to the devil Satan: "Satan, you really gave birth to a good son."

"Haha, give in, give in." With thousands of magic crystals, the devil Satan didn't look down on him at all. But this was earned by his son just by talking, which of course made him very happy.

I participated in a hell conference and made so much money before it was over. It was indeed a good way to make money.

Wang Yan watched the three demon gods exert their divine power at the same time, moving Asmode and his army out, and waved his hand to express: "My good brother, walk slowly, you must come to purgatory."

At the same time, I felt deep in my heart that Asmod was still pretty good, even though he was a bit poor.

This 10 million magic crystals is much more shabby than the money he got from Nightblade. But no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Besides, Wang Yan and Asmodeus have also connected intentionally or unintentionally, and they really need to get along well when they have the chance.

Maybe after everyone has a good relationship, they can help to attack the abyss or something.

Wang Yan is not the kind of person who offends everyone he sees. When he meets the right person, he will still take the initiative to get along.

Unfortunately, Asmodeus can't hear his voice. Otherwise, he will be so angry that he will vomit three liters of blood. Is there anyone who takes the initiative to get along like you? Before making friends, you even blackmail them?

"Boss, boss, are we going to deal with Princess Ange or the Dark Saint next?" Zhang Weidao's face was full of excitement. It was so cool to fight this kind of favorable battle. He could blackmail them every time he fought.

"Amitabha, the Dark Saint is our ally, right?" Wu Bujie said, touching his bald head, "According to the previous tactics, shouldn't we first meet up with the Dark Saint and defeat Princess An Ge?"

"Hehe~" Zhang Weidao sneered, "Asmodeus can tear up the covenant, how can the Dark Saint stay out of it? In my opinion, all this is a conspiracy behind the Dark Saint."

"Don't argue for now, I'm a little tired after fighting two consecutive battles." Wang Yan stretched lazily and said nonchalantly, "Everyone take a good rest, pack up the spoils, and we will cross the river tomorrow."

At this time, Wang Yan can already achieve the effect of a final decision in the team. It is not only his personal strength, but also reflects his wisdom when he leads the team.

Don't think that it is easy to beat Night Blade and Asmodeus now, but if one is not careful, he will be attacked by the other side together. If both sides fight hard, even if they win in the end, it will definitely be a miserable victory.

That night, Wang Yan's army camped on the river bank, lit a bonfire, and ate the lion scorpion barbecue.

According to reason, the ogre tribe celebrated with the opponent's meat after winning the battle. But in fact, Wang Yan had already issued a strict order in the army not to eat the flesh of civilized races and intelligent creatures.

In a sense, it can be regarded as the last bit of persistence of Wang Yan, who was born in the "Earth Civilization". Maybe the whole universe is a primitive forest where the weak are preyed upon by the strong.

But Wang Yan always felt bad about eating civilized races. What he did before was just to scare the captives.

The ogres and barbarian warriors sang and danced around the bonfire, venting their inner joy in their most primitive way. The harpies liked to sit on their tents and beat the rhythm to the dance.

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