Chapter 873 Son of Fire! You Tricked Me

…

"Baga Yalu!"

Mitsui, the leader of the Japanese Super Self-Defense Force, slapped the armrest of the seat off with a slap, and stood up suddenly, "You bastard, who are you calling a dog~Japanese?!"

"Damn, I'm talking about you!"

Now Delima is also willing to take risks and curses when she opens her mouth.

"You Japanese dog! Don't think that this president doesn't know that the purpose of your coming here is to see Wang Yan die!"

"Speaking of which, at the Youth Conference, your Abe Sohide had the deepest relationship with that Satanic apostle. The ones most likely to be colluding with evil forces right now are you Japanese dogs!"

Now that the five major organizations are all stationed in Southeast Asia, even Han Hongbo has led his team directly in front of him. Isn't he, Delima, still ready to stand in line and wait to be jointly dealt with by them? Isn't he going to be doomed?

Besides, compared with China’s National African Affairs Bureau, are Japan’s Super Self-Defense Forces nothing? !

"Asshole! What are you talking about?"

Behind Mitsui, Munehide Abe was secretly laughing at Mitsui's incompetence just now, but when he heard this, he suddenly stood up. The paper fan in his hand was pointed directly at Southeast Asia President Delima, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill the other person.

He had indeed secretly colluded with the apostles of Satan. Because of this, he now did not hesitate to contribute to the family's mainstay industry. He also became a slave beside Mitsui, and then he reluctantly relied on Mitsui to get rid of suspicion. At this time, if De Lima is allowed to continue to hype like this, and many international forces investigate, won't he die without a burial place?

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

The angry Japanese leader Mitsui slapped Anbe Zongxiu on the face with a wave of his hand, "Baga! Do you have a say here?"

"Hi!" Anbei Zongxiu breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head silently, and suppressed all the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart. Only the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to tear the world apart.

He swore in his heart that all the things he had lost now would one day be recovered several times over!

"Delima! Be careful when you speak. Our Japanese forces are clean. When did we collude with the lawless elements of the Satanic sect?"

Mitsui turned around and looked at Delima with wide eyes, "We are here this time because we are friendly neighbors and come to see if you need help, especially with that Gu Saint. It doesn’t matter at all!”

At this time, the general trend was that Mitsui had to give in even though he had thousands of dissatisfaction with China's SAF situation.

However, Delima didn't appreciate it and said coldly: "Hmph, that's nice to say. As the leader of Japan, you can't even control the mouths of your men. Who knows if there is anything hiding dirt under your men?"

"You!" Mitsui felt a suffocation in his chest and was speechless. He could only turn around and glare angrily at Sohide Abe behind him.

The latter continued to lower his head and said nothing.

"Pfft..."

Many people from the Indian forces on the side couldn't help laughing.

"Look, the Japanese are like this. They seem tough and arrogant, but when they really need to be tough, they become soft. Unlike us in the Indian country, we..."

In the Indian team, the burly, four-armed Rakshadi Rang was boasting, but before he could finish speaking, Delima started shooting again on the other side.

"There is also the Indian country. They claim to be the most powerful country in Asia all day long. The super organization also claims to be the descendants of the gods. They have always threatened to trample the Chinese country under their feet. In my opinion, they are just idiots. We in Southeast Asia It’s impossible to be with them!”

Anyway, it has been torn apart, and Delima is no longer afraid. Now as long as she hugs the lap of China, her life will be much more stable in the future than following stupid people like Japan and India to cause trouble everywhere.

"You bastard, what did you say?" Wu Lai, the leader of the Indian team and the inner sect elder of the Brahmin sect, stood up in anger, his old face turning red.

As an elder, he has a high status in India, especially within the Brahman religion. His status is second only to the goddess Indira. The leader of the descendants of the gods in India has to call him "senior" when meeting him.

For such a senior expert, when had he ever been pointed at his nose and scolded as a stupid idiot in public? I was so angry that my blood pressure rose.

"Delima, I think you are so brave that you dare to insult my master?!"

The four-armed Rakshasa Dirang was the disciple adopted and raised by Elder Wu Lai. At this moment, he stepped forward with a vicious step, vowing to save his master's face.

But at this moment, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the Chinese National African Bureau team, but with just one glance, a pair of eyeballs were stuck there, and he couldn't take them back.

I saw a stunning woman with fair skin and a red gauze on her face, wearing a uniform suit of the Chinese nation and wearing a red flag armband, walking sideways from the crowd from the Chinese National Non-African Bureau team.

She stepped forward to Lei Hong's side, stretched out her hand to hold Lei Hong's arm, and glanced at the Indian team with a somewhat embarrassed look with her smart eyes.

Just this look, but in an instant, broke the hearts of all Indians.

"God, goddess, your highness..."

The four-armed Rakshadi Rang "Deng Deng Deng" took several steps back, his eyes widened. His strong body like a black iron tower actually trembled slightly at this moment, and his heart also felt at this moment, It fell apart, and no scraps were left.

And his master, Elder Wu Lai, was already stunned on the spot, with his face up to the sky and tears streaming down his face.

Their most noble symbol of the gods, the Brahman goddess, Her Highness Indira Brahman, was wearing Chinese clothes, wearing Chinese armbands, and holding the arm of a Chinese man...

Their goddess ran away with the Chinese man!

"Wow!"

At this moment, the hundreds of Indian superpowers at the scene, their hot hearts, were all shattered by the ruthless reality.

For a time, the Indian forces present collectively fell into endless grief and silence.

The Indian forces were completely annihilated.

…

"Since ancient times, we in Southeast Asia have worshipped the upper states. Moreover, there are many Chinese in Southeast Asia. Southeast Asia and China have been close neighbors since ancient times. From now on, we in Southeast Asia will follow China's lead, firmly support China's strategic policies, and resolutely safeguard China's international sovereignty!"

Delima didn't care about the Indians. He patted his chest and vowed, "Director Han, I am sincere. Please prove my innocence!"

Without any effort, he did everything. Han Hongbo also said lightly: "We can talk about this later. Since you said you are just a spectator, in order to ensure the stability of the duel, can the security work around us be handed over to us now?"

Delima breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement: "Of course, of course, we in Southeast Asia urgently need your help."

"Okay." Han Hongbo and the two saints, the Golden Lion Sword and the Desert Emperor looked at each other and nodded.

The representatives of the four major forces were not surprised that Southeast Asia President Delima would switch to China, but as long as they belonged to their own forces in the future, it would no longer be a problem to develop the church or activities in the future.

What we need to do now is to eradicate the cancer that has been rooted here for a long time!

"President Delima, your security work in Southeast Asia is really bad. Let's do this. The left side belongs to us."

The Holy Lady of Light spread her wings of light and flew slightly into the air. The scepter in her hand then pointed slightly to the left. The hundreds of forces of the Holy See of Light at the scene quickly surrounded the left side of the Great Pagoda.

"Then the right side belongs to us."

The Holy Lady of Darkness lightly stepped on her feet, and a pair of blood-colored bat wings behind her expanded, and her whole body was like a gorgeous black flower, three feet above the ground, floating on the ground.

And behind her, a group of young heroes of the Dark Council surrounded the right side of the Great Pagoda.

The Desert Emperor and the Golden Lion Sword also looked at each other, "Then the front and back sides will be handed over to you and me."

In a flash, the five or six hundred witchcraft warriors led by the last disciple of the Gu Saint, the witchcraft grandmaster Knu, gathered under the big pagoda, and were blocked from all directions.

"These juniors are really polite to an old guy like me, and they let us take the main attack." Han Hongbo smiled faintly, then turned around and faced the young elites of the National Non-Government Bureau, "Next, it will be left to you young people."

"Hehe, it's a small matter." Wu Yaange pulled out two daggers from his waist with a "swish", and said with a cold smile, "I still think they are not enough to kill."

"It's finally our turn." Baoxiong and Leihong took the lead.

The rest of the young seniors of the National Non-Government Bureau also brought some newcomers, divided into more than ten small teams, and pressed towards the witchcraft warriors led by Knu step by step.

Facing the approaching forces of the five countries, the Grand Master of Wu Gu, Knu, felt as if he had lost his parents and his scalp was numb.

"It's over, it turns out that all this is a trap, and our master and I have been fooled by the Son of Fire!"

...

On the other side, nearly ten thousand meters in the sky, Gu Saint Taisor and the Son of Fire Wang Yan were suspended in the air, facing each other quietly.

The air here is thin, the sky is clear, and white clouds are floating under their feet.

The Gu Saint was suspended in the air with his hands behind his back, his eyes were shining, and the mighty power surging in his body seemed to have merged with the blue sky. The surging mental power was like a big net, locking Wang Yan in all directions, as if the other party was just a toy in his hands, and he could crush him to death with just a little force.

"Son of Fire, you can't escape from my grasp, but I can be merciful and let you choose a way to die." The Gu Sheng said with a hoarse voice and a fierce smile, "Speak, Son of Fire, this will be your last words in the world."

"You don't have to worry about how I die. You should pay more attention to your last disciple."

Wang Yan weighed a war hammer in his hand and said it lightly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the sound of fierce fighting and the painful howling of the witches and Gu soldiers came from the position of the big pagoda below ten thousand meters in the sky.

Although this sound was small, with the current strength of Gu Sheng and Wang Yan, they could still be clearly captured in the ears.

The Gu Sheng's face changed drastically, and the laughter in his throat suddenly stopped. A pair of eyes looking at Wang Yan were wide and round, full of fear and anger.

"Asshole, you cheated!"

...