The Great Demon King

Chapter 394 The Darkness Spreads
The robot mobilized its own database at full speed, and quickly distanced itself from the three elves.

It stands to reason that these three elves are just three emissaries who have not yet fully grown up. Facing them, the robot can almost kill them instantly, there is no suspense about that.

However, these three little angels seemed to have been tampered with by some existence, and there was an aura that made the intelligent core of the robot throb, lingering on them.

The robot is searching, and wants to compare, what is the breath left on these three little ones, which can make its early warning system pop up a series of warnings.

"Matching..."

"Matching..."

"Matching..."

"Matching successful..."

The robot's database keeps popping up prompts, and after the "matching successful" pops up, everything around the robot seems to disappear, leaving only the vast darkness and endless void.

In the sky above its head, there are tentacles encircling the world.

"I warned you once, don't let me meet you again." A vague voice came from among those tentacles.

The countless suction cups on the tentacles split from the middle, revealing countless scarlet eyeballs.

The moment those eyeballs opened, the robot returned to reality.

Its database was burned.

It stopped in place blankly, and was cut into four sections by the giant swords of the three elves.

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new York.

In the rest area of ​​a golf course, a middle-aged man over half a century old and a hale and hearty old man are sitting and resting under a parasol.

"Mr. Modoko, your game is still so good!" The middle-aged man wiped off his sweat. Fortunately, today is a cloudy day.

"Hehe, I'm old, I'm old, I can't compare to you young people!" The old man took a sip of water, looked up at the giant still clearly visible in the sky, and wondered what he was thinking.

"Am I still young?" The middle-aged man pointed to his white hair, "I'm over 50 years old, and my hair is all white!"

"Tell me! You invited me here today to play golf, right? Mr. Governor?" The old man looked at the dark clouds in the sky: "Look, it's almost raining. It is suitable for traveling, especially for the elderly like me!"

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat for a while, and then showed a smile on his face: "Mr. Modoko, your son has been in the limelight this morning!"

"Oh?" The old man frowned: "How do you say?"

"God! Don't you still know?" The middle-aged man pretended to be surprised: "Your son, more than two hours ago, made a public speech at the New York City Hall, accusing the military of hindering the lives of New York citizens. Personal safety!"

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, and smiled meaningfully: "Are you talking about this? My son is just telling the truth!"

The middle-aged man's face froze, and the smile on his face could not be maintained: "I sent a notice to your son, which made it very clear that this military operation was authorized at the federal level! It is completely legal! "

"Oh? What law? Law in time of war?" The old man was still unhurried: "A war broke out? Why didn't I know?"

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man: "Maybe you, the governor, are busy with government affairs on weekdays, and you are a little confused. Let me remind you: America is not about arms control politics, but capital politics!"

The middle-aged man finally stopped pretending and put off his polite face: "Of course I know, old Modoko! But why are you and your son so arrogant? Just because of your industries in California? Or because of your wealth in New York?" These properties?"

"Don't ask such naive questions, okay?" The old man said slowly, then took a sip of water, pointed to the sky, and continued: "Yesterday, you sent all kinds of fighter jets to the sky like crazy, trying to find out The secret of the overhanging mountain peak, the impatient consequence is the loss of a dozen of the most advanced fighter jets!

Fighters are destroyed if they are destroyed. Anyway, that is the military's own business, but don't you know where the wreckage of those destroyed fighter jets fell? "

The middle-aged man's face was suffocated, and he was speechless for a while.

Indeed, the wreckage of those fighter planes... most of them fell into the commercial streets and residential areas of New York.

That's the wreckage of a fighter jet, not the little apple thrown from the 10th floor...

The consequences can be imagined. Many buildings and streets were severely damaged, and the direct casualties exceeded 300 people.

"That's why I asked you from the beginning." The expression on the old man's face became serious: "You came to question me, did you represent your own interests, or the interests of your brother, the rear admiral?"

"Face is given to each other, Mr. Modoc." The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and after leaving these words, he left with a sullen face.

The middle-aged man is the governor of New York State. He came here today not to represent the interests of others, but only to represent his own interests.

His task is to slow down the fermentation of public opinion as much as possible.

Because, he is the "traitor".

In order to cure himself of the terminal illness that was diagnosed not long ago, in order to obtain the illusory eternal life, he is willing to betray his race and planet.

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North of New York City, on the outskirts of the troops stationed.

This is an artificial grove, which is inaccessible on weekdays.

In the woods, two figures, one tall and one short, walked slowly.

The tall man has long arms and four eyes. He keeps looking around and occasionally stops to catch and taste the weeds on the ground, the leaves and branches, the flowers and the pollinating insects on the flowers. have a taste.

Yes, raw.

"It's not delicious, it's not delicious!" The tall man complained in a low voice, "It's too little energy and it's not good...I want to eat the natives! Why don't you let me catch the natives and eat them?"

The short man had three eyes, and the golden eyes on his forehead flashed coldly, so the tall man was afraid to speak, and vented his personal anger on the big tree beside him. Therefore, a big tree that had been planted for 30 years was like blowing The soap bubbles exploded silently into a pile of light powder!
"You idiot, you can finally use the native language of this planet fluently, but why are you all 'eat, eat, eat'?! Let me tell you, if it weren't for your greedy habit, we wouldn't be counted against. Throwing into the terrible world ruled by 'Under Everything'!" the short man said angrily.

"You can leave me!" The tall man said with a full face of grievance, "Go by yourself!"

"Do you think I don't want to, idiot?! Do you know how much trouble you have with this oil bottle? If it weren't for being cursed by that damned ancient god to connect our souls and make them inseparable, you thought you could still appear in In front of me?" The short man cursed loudly.

"But... but the cubs of the ancient gods are really delicious..." The tall man muttered to himself, and licked his lips, as if reminiscing: "That ancient god obviously has countless cubs , I only ate 3 of them... I'm too stingy, if it wasn't for..."

"Ahhh!" Before the tall man finished speaking, he suddenly held his head and screamed, "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!!!"

This is not the hand of the short man, but the "curse of the ancient god"!As long as the big man thinks of the cubs of the ancient gods, and covets the cubs' delicacy, his soul will be burned!
It took a long time for the big man to calm down.

"Bah! Serve it right!" The short man showed no sympathy at all, and continued to walk forward.

"I'll let you have a good time after I find out the details of the natives here!" The short man said as he walked, "What do you think of the group of native soldiers you saw just now?"

"Weak, no fighting power!" The tall man commented.

"But that's the army here!" The short man frowned, "The weapons in their hands are specially designed and manufactured to kill their own kind. ]’s first stop to enter the entire universe? I really can’t figure it out!”

(End of this chapter)