blood sacrifice

At the same time, in the First Heaven, the western frontier of the Divine Realm is located in Biyun Town, an important border area at the junction of the Demon Realm.

Once, the blue sea was sunny, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, but now it is just a purgatory on earth where wars are raging, scorched earth, and corpses are everywhere.

In Biyun Town, which had been in constant disputes until the newspaper was reported early in the morning, although small frictions continued, they did not make a difference in the end. Both sides had their own victories and losses. It's all just arguing, but recently they have been losing consecutively, and their goal is no longer the same as Zeng Jin.

Biyun Town is rich in a kind of ore. Ordinary people don't know its specialness. They only regard it as an ordinary stone. Only a few high-ranking people in God's Domain know that this kind of ore is extremely precious. It is a good container of power, and the weapons and magic weapons made of it can display the user's power sharply and exquisitely.

If a special forging method is used with some specific materials, there will be unexpected uses. At first, this mineral was used in ordinary days, but because it is relatively easy to obtain, and its nature is cold and cold, the whole body glows with a little silver light after forging. The weapons made look very delicate and classy.

However, in the thousands of years of battles, even if the demons once completely occupied the place that the first layer of heaven had never paid attention to, they have repeatedly invaded for unknown reasons. Take it for yourself...

I thought it was just a small dispute and I didn’t need to be too concerned. I sent the angels of the two palaces of the zodiac before but failed. The members of the chief angel group headed west all the way to Biyun Town, which was raging with war.

"How is the battle ahead?" He asked in a ruthless and indifferent whisper.

On the battlefield, Rong Ye has always been calm and introverted, cold and ruthless. Even if he is covered in blood, he never changes his face. The protoss respect him as the god of war, and the demons fear him as Shura, but they also worship his powerful power that is rare in the world.

Seeing the rumored God of War—Six Angels Xiao personally holding the battle, the morale of the protoss soldiers was boosted one by one, and they were at a loss for what to do. The noble man who used to be aloof but could only see from a distance but not hear him was standing in front of him. His blue eyes, as calm as water, swept across the disheveled but excited faces one by one.

"Reporting to my lord, although the two sides have lost more than they won in previous battles, they were mostly deadlocked, but this time, we don't know why..." The soldiers who came to report hesitantly looked at Rong Ye's cold and handsome face, and said in a deliberate manner .

"But we don't even have the strength to resist. The situation... the situation is basically one-sided. A few days ago, because the two adults of the Zodiac came to win a few games, but the demons seem to have moved soon. We... ...we have no strength left to fight back..."

Seeing that Rong Ye did not respond, the angel continued: "This subordinate thinks that it should not be a small army of local clans making troubles for their own interests. In my opinion, it should be, it should be a regular-regular-army-team trained by the demons. ..."

"regular army……"

"It turned out to be regular-regular-army?!"

Hearing about the regular army of the Demon Race, all the angels present, except for the few people brought by Rong Ye, all changed their colors after hearing the sound, whispering to each other, and suddenly became a mess.

Rong Ye frowned in dissatisfaction. It seemed that the Protoss had been terrified by the Demons in this battle. If it weren't for the high-ranking archangel who supervised the battle as much as possible this time, I don't know what kind of chaos it will be!

Ming, the captain of the sixth team of the chief angel regiment, who knew Rong Ye's thoughts well, slammed his long sword out of its sheath, and pointed the tip of the sword at the ground vertically, and said coldly: "An important place in the military camp, whoever makes noise and spreads rumors to shake the morale of the army, beheaded!" !"

In an instant, the awe-inspiring barracks returned to silence, and the angels were so shocked that they dared not speak.

"...It's not the regular army of the Demon Race," Rong Ye said, who had been silent all this time, but before everyone could feel relieved, he thundered again. The regular-regular-army of the regular-regular army, the elite of the magic army..."

"Lead the angels who have not yet evacuated to evacuate, and the members of the chief angel group will follow me." Facing the local elite, ordinary angels are simply vulnerable, and only the angels of the chief angel group may be regarded as opponents. A high-ranking general, even an archangel, cannot sit back and sit back and enjoy his success...

After only a few months of truce, they provoked trouble again. What exactly does this Demon Lord want to do? ... If it is to fight for the middle power of the elves, the angels who secretly insert themselves in the elves will not get any rewards... But if it is not for this, why would the demons, who are already in the upper hand, want to cease fighting and make peace?

"Leave only the battle angels, take all the magic angels and power angels to the mine to set up a sealing formation, and don't leave without my order." Rong Ye ordered calmly and calmly.

"But my lord, there are no more than five guards by your side like this, it's not at all..." Ming hurriedly stopped, the number is an advantage when the strength is equal, and being outnumbered with two fists and four hands is a big taboo!

"This is an order, those who disobey, beheaded." An understatement, even without the slightest ups and downs in tone, but it is full of irresistible deterrence.

Leaving Ming with a sad face behind, Rong Ye flew to the battlefield with five angels of strength who had come together.

There are still many things waiting for me to do, I will not die here, they also have this ability...

This is the last sentence Rong Ye left to Ming, who has been serving him since he was a child, can be said to be a childhood sweetheart. He is sure of victory when he goes this time, and he, his most trusted right and left hand, will relieve him. All worries!

In the night before dawn, Xiao Suo was deserted, chilling and lonely, and in the sky, a few silvery-white lights flickered faintly, stirring up bursts of colliding clangs.

Although they were outnumbered and slightly disadvantaged, the Li Angels of the five chief angel regiments were all cast with high-level defensive barriers by Rong Ye.

The wind and rain are bleak, and a little bit of coldness is sprinkled down, the clothes are fluttering, and the jade trees are facing the wind. Wearing a pure white silver armor on Rong Ye's body, it seems that there is a bit less sharpness and a bit more ethereal free and easy. The only beautiful scenery in the night.

The long sword was unsheathed, the silver light shone, and the blue eyes calmly looked at the angel fighting hard in front of him.

However, it's not his turn to make a move for the miscellaneous soldiers. He has to wait, wait for the enemy's chief general.

Suddenly, a flash of purple light struck fiercely, Rong Ye squinted his eyes half-closed, his green eyes burst out with brilliance, his left hand without a sword clenched his fist violently, suddenly there was a wave in the air, and a very thin film formed to envelop himself.

"Keng!"

A crisp sound pierced the sky, and the fierce sword was barely blocked by the barrier as thin as onion's wings.

The visitor was surprised, unexpectedly there would be such a master here, but his body movements did not hesitate for a moment, he turned over, jumped, turned and shook his body for three steps, and stood still for a long time.

Rong Ye's smile was not a smile, Gao Gaochen's arrogance and contempt for overlooking all living beings appeared on his indifferent face.

All the barriers dissipated, and ten white wings suddenly stretched and bloomed in the air, noble and graceful.

Hao was startled when he saw this, the snow-white ten wings turned out to be an archangel!

Raising his face, Rong Ye said coldly: "Retire, or die."

The sword edge measured the pressure slightly, flashing a dangerous and frightening cold light.

This kind of momentum, this kind of face, I remember vaguely in my memory, even though I haven't really fought against each other, I always look forward to fighting against such a master!

Tighten the long sword in his hand, the Demon Lord once ordered that the Nether Servant must not be easily broken until the very moment. Although he has the power that can rival the level of the Archangel, but when he meets the Six Angels God of War, Ning She is close at hand. You must retreat without hesitation, and the aura of the person in front of you is not the second choice except that person.

"Retreat!" He ordered without hesitation but neither humble nor overbearing, without fear, just simply and absolutely obeying the orders of His Majesty.

"My lord, but..." The victory within reach, such a significant advantage, the outnumbered protoss, it's just time to win, the magic army who was suddenly ordered to retreat shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Retreat!" He mercilessly beheaded the unwilling subordinates in public, and instantly sprayed a drop of blood in five steps, shocking everyone present, even the chief angel group were stunned by the inexplicable let go of the magic army.

The deterrent momentum remained undiminished, Rong Ye still had that half-smile on the corner of his mouth, his white wings fluttered slightly, he retracted his sword, and cupped his hands, his eyes lost a bit of contempt and added a bit of admiration.

A keen awareness of danger and a calm judgment that is neither humble nor overbearing are also rare strengths.

Hao, who led the crowd to display the Demon Realm, returned to the Hall of Demons and waited as usual.

Inside the Hall of Demons, smog was lingering, and the extravagant aroma almost filled the hall. An elegant blue-haired man reclined gracefully on the pillow and half-lyed on the bed.

The front of the clothes is wide open to reveal a honey-colored strong chest, and the muscular and slender legs are bent and half-standing, leaning on the layers of quilts inside the big bed, squinting the blue eyes to enjoy the thoughtful and enthusiastic service from time to time.

There is a touch of passionate desire in the handsome and charming eyebrows, and a touch of rich profundity that makes people unable to guess, and even faintly chills.

Hao, who has long been familiar with the strangeness, ignored the gloomy and luxurious room with a normal expression, and respectfully knelt down on one knee, neither humble nor overbearing: "This subordinate has neglected his duty, and Biyun Town has not been taken."

"Really?" The voice that was hoarse and deep because of lust was full of charm and magnetism, which could not help but make one's bones crumble, and the man who had buried himself in it hummed softly in satisfaction.