Chapter 630 Please Pay Attention to the Tone of Your Speech to His Majesty

Feeling the weight in his hand, Xiuens raised his head and looked at Ivan's ribs and asked in a deep voice: "Is this all the flesh and blood that was exchanged?"

Ivan nodded gently and said: "I said, the essence of alchemy is equal exchange"

"The quality of the flesh and blood in these two carts is too messy, and the flesh and blood contains serious pollution"

"The quality of the exchanged flesh and blood is obviously higher than the previous pile of messy garbage"

After getting the reply, Xiuens nodded, and then immediately started the strength experiment.

Since only a beaker was used as an attachment, it did not have any special abilities.

Xiuns first got a fragmentation grenade.

After taking protective measures, Xiuens stuffed the grenade into the cup through the mouth.

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At this time, Lu Xiao and others in hell were about to reach the battlefield position arranged by Dante.

Yi Hao kept in touch with Dante at any time through the half soul of Mitchell parasitizing in his body.

The battlefield was chosen not far from the bushes.

This place is open enough, and there is a mysterious bush behind it.

Obviously, Dante also intends to borrow the mysterious existence hidden in the bush.

After all, it is a war involving hundreds of millions of lives, so it is normal no matter what happens.

Of course, the number of coalition forces of various races is not that large.

Dante sat alone on the ground, with shocking scars all over his body.

From the breath, it seems that he will die at any time.

One of the huge demon wings behind him broke in the middle.

Blood was still dripping from the broken part.

The broken wing was lying quietly on the ground.

At the front of the coalition, the hell creatures saw this scene and their breathing became rapid in an instant.

At this moment, the great king recognized by the world's will seemed to be on his deathbed.

And they only need to rush up and share it, then they can get great benefits.

There is no doubt that Dante's flesh and blood has sufficient divinity.

As long as they eat a bite of flesh and blood, then perhaps a god will be born.

Although he was a false god without authority, he was still a god.

No one could resist such a temptation.

Even the tribe leader who was originally a god was red-eyed at this moment.

At this moment, all the hell creatures who saw this scene went crazy.

They rushed to Dante's position.

At this time, they no longer cared about whether it was dangerous or not.

They were just afraid that they would run too slowly and not even get a fingernail.

In the back, the tall throne where Yi Hao sat was surrounded by people.

The powerful aura of the gods filled this space.

Yi Hao sat on the throne and looked at the leaders of the big tribes who surrounded him.

His eyes were calm, and there was no expression on his face.

Not long after, an unknown god smiled and said:

"Master Priest, you don't seem to be worried about your situation at all!"

His tone was full of ridicule and teasing.

There was even more contempt in his eyes.

The hell soldiers belonging to the Holy City all looked grim.

They had already suffered serious pollution.

The number of troops in this Holy City was about 100,000.

Of course, the number of troops in the Holy City who participated in the war was more than that.

The main purpose of the existence of these 100,000 hell creatures was to protect their own chief priest.

After all, Yi Hao was not a god yet.

Among the 100,000 hell creatures, there were more than a dozen powerful king-level beings.

With such a lineup, even if the gods personally took action to assassinate Yi Hao, they would return in defeat.

But the problem now is that there are hundreds of gods here.

Each of them has different abilities.

The pollution formed by the large number of gods gathering together and releasing their breath is something that even king-level beings cannot withstand.

Before they started, the breath they emitted alone caused serious mental pollution to this army.

They swung their weapons at the hell creatures of their own forces.

A bloody battle was about to break out.

Soon, the coolies carrying the throne also joined the battle.

Of course, no one dared to disturb the area around the throne.

Hundreds of gods surrounded Yi Hao, and it was obvious that they were not here to chat with him.

However, even the lives of kings were polluted, but Yi Hao, who was in the most polluted and the center, seemed to be fine.

This made the gods feel confused.

The two sides only confronted for less than a minute, and one god couldn't help it.

He jumped in front of the throne.

Looking at Yi Hao sitting on the throne, the god had a bad premonition in his heart.

Because Yi Hao's eyes were too calm.

It was so calm that he didn't look like a normal life.

Just as he was about to take action.

A pair of huge wings suddenly stretched out from behind Yi Hao.

A strong pressure swept the whole place.

At this moment, Yi Hao's appearance had changed.

Dark red skin, strong body.

Especially the horn under the crown on his head.

Obviously, the figure sitting on the throne was not the high priest of the holy city.

It was His Majesty, the Lord of Hell, Dante.

Dante slowly crossed his legs and leaned back on the chair.

"Kneel down!"

A scolding sound came out of his mouth.

In just a moment, the god seemed to be cast with gravity magic and instantly crawled down.

His head was less than 20 centimeters away from Dante's toes.

The next moment, the god's body began to tremble wildly.

He struggled to stand up.

"Did I tell you to get up?" A light shout sounded in his ears.

Then, a big foot stepped on the back of his head.

Dante had stood up without knowing when.

He stepped on the head of a god with one foot, and the crown on his head burst into a dazzling light.

This scene fell into the eyes of other gods present.

A sense of fear spread in their hearts.

The atmosphere instantly fell into silence.

The silence lasted only a minute, and someone broke the silence and said, "What about the gods?"

"With so many of us gods together, are we afraid that we can't kill him?"

The moment the voice fell.

The pupils of the god who spoke shrank violently.

I saw a gray long knife piercing his chest.

The tip of the knife was stained with a trace of blood.

The god turned his head with difficulty and said in a surprised tone: "Pain...you?"

The god called pain had a crazy expression on his face.

"Puff!"

He pulled back the long knife and then held it horizontally in front of his mouth.

A tongue like a snake's tongue stretched out from his mouth.

After licking the blood off the knife, the god called pain grinned and said: "Please pay attention to the tone of your voice when talking to His Majesty!"