...

Of course, that's a later story.

Betty's declaration fell into the ears of most hell audiences, just a joke. Perhaps this team of harps are different, but it does not mean that the harps in the world are not humble.

However, the originally dim eyes of the harp-shaped banshe slaves who served the big man as accessories gradually lit up, and at that moment, it seemed that they had found a direction for the future.

at the same time.

In Wang Yan's camp, the Desert Emperor passed this scene back to the camp through the trachoma.

Everyone was silent.

The rescue team has already set off, but it is obviously too late. Everything happened too quickly and quickly. Even if Wang Yan was about to take action himself, it would not be possible to catch up with the rescue.

The only chance is...

"Master~" Zoe knelt in front of Wang Yan with great devotion, and said with a trembling voice, "Please save Aunt Betty and the others. Zoe, Zoe is willing to do whatever you think for Your Highness." At the end of the day, although she was still anxious, her slender neck turned red.

"Ahem~"

Wang Yan coughed a few times in the face of all kinds of questioning eyes. Zoe, what you said, it seems that I have been plotting on your beauty or something? How unfair I am.

"Hmph, the son of the romantic one." Indira, the goddess of Shiva, said coldly, "Although I have no hope for your character, the qualities of those harps are very valuable, and we cannot stand by and watch. Even if the Desert Emperor's trump card is exposed, they cannot sacrifice."

"Wait, the situation seems to have changed." The Desert Emperor's majestic eyes were half-closed, and there were several enchanting and beautiful maids surrounded by him.

Of course, those maids were voluntarily following him and were loyal to him.

"Haha~ I didn't expect her to be able to do this." The Desert Emperor said mysteriously, "Zoe, don't worry, your Aunt Betty and the others will be fine. You don't have to make it difficult for the demonic flame boy to do something you don't want to do."

"Ah?" Zoe was surprised, "Is it true?"

"Don't worry." The Shiva goddess hugged the harp-like Zoe in her arms and comforted her, "The Desert Emperor is a mature and steady man. He said it's okay, but it's really okay."

After pausing, the Shiva goddess glanced at Wang Yan and said, "In the future, this demonic flame boy will dare to have any evil thoughts against you, just tell me, I can't beat him to death."

"Puff!" Wang Yan was so hungry that he was spitting out his old blood. What is evil perverted thoughts? I and Zoe were innocent. When did they have bad thoughts?

"No, no, no." Zoe looked at Wang Yan in panic, blushed and said weakly, "Zoe, as a female slave, Zoe is worthy of serving His Highness Demon Flame."

"You don't have to be afraid of him." The goddess Shiva patted her chest and said, "Actually, he is a good person, except for being a bit lustful, despicable, shameless, and frivolous. Do you know?"

"I know, I know, Sister Indira." Zoe looked at Wang Yan with a slightly complicated expression.

However, the goddess Shiva showed a proud victory to Wang Yan, as if saying, Look, this goddess has defeated you another evil and bad thing.

Wang Yan held his forehead, and now he didn't want to talk to the goddess Shiva.

He was a little curious now. Why did Lao Sha think that the harps were saved? Who did it happen?

In the trachoma, the scene changed again.

Just as the harpies led by Betty were about to fight against the Night Fangs and kill one more, the change really started.

The quicksand zone, which was originally without a trace of wind, suddenly became strong and violent. Countless sand particles danced like tornadoes, covering the entire sky, as if night was coming.

In this way, the vision of both parties in the war was hindered.

This is not the night, there is no blessing characteristic of the night on the night's fangs. In such a violent sandstorm, even the mental power was strongly disturbed.

"What's going on?"

Betty was surprised and inexplicably, "Can it be that our harp's ancestor appeared?"

But Fanny shouted, "Everyone is around me, hold hands, don't be washed away by the strong wind."

Just as the harps were holding hands to resist the storm.

The three demons also frowned.

"Impossible." The dark demon god Mamen frowned, "This sandstorm came too suddenly, with no warning."

"I'm afraid it's her fault, the favored man of fate." The Fallen Demon God turned his eyes to the reinforcements who were heading to support the harp, Belica, who had reached the peak of the legend and was wearing a white sacrificial robe.

At this time, Belika had become a little embarrassed from her original temperament, with a pale and powerless face: "Is it easy for me? Why do I have to calculate the disaster of the harp, and why do I interfere with their fate? I'm exhausted, I'm really a huge loss."

She said she was losing money, but she still did that.

"No, no, I'm like I'm getting my body out of time. You go to support me first. This priest is going to go back to sleep." After using that move, the high priest Belika turned around and returned, and threatened Zhang Weidao and others fiercely. "I took a lot of effort to save those harps. You can go and save them well. If one is missing, don't blame me for hehehehe~"

Zhang Weidao and several others hurriedly accelerated their progress.

Just kidding, they would rather offend Wang Yan than offend the high priest Belika. If you really annoy her, maybe you will give you a great prophecy that is unpredictable to gods and ghosts.

Don't underestimate Belika's move.

Even the three demons felt that it was a bit incredible. Are the guys who practice the laws of fate so perverted?

The prophecy said that if a sandstorm occurs, the laws of the universe and the earth will inexplicably appear, and directly interfere with the battlefield.

This is simply a life with cheating machines on.

However, although the three great demons do not understand the law of fate, they also know that the stronger the law, the harder it is to control, and they are easily backfired. It is said that while practicing the law of light, the old dog of Light has also practiced some laws of fate.

But the old dog of Guangming never uses the law of fate to interfere in the battlefield. I am afraid that even he can't bear the backlash of fate.

at the same time.

Wang Yan also saw all the changes from the trachoma.

This made Wang Yan sigh again. The magic of the high priest Belika's great prophecy is simply about having whatever he wants. Just talk about what he wants.

"Some are like the law of causality and destiny-side weapons that scientists inferred." Wang Yan exclaimed, "If this guy Belika becomes a demigod, wouldn't he be even more invincible? Let her predict more about the destruction of the abyss world, then the world will be peaceful."

"Prophetic spells are not that fun." The goddess Shiva rolled her eyes and said, "The stronger the interference, the more life's fate, the greater the backlash. Even if she is promoted to a demigod, she will not be able to destroy the abyss world. I guess she will vomit blood and die when she says two words."

"That's true," Wang Yan touched his chin and said, "But that charlatan, Belika, looks very difficult. He usually predicts something when he is full and has nothing to do, and the backlash seems to have no effect. The big prophecy that just now obviously exceeded her strength. The so-called backlash is just because he feels a little tired, and he still has the strength to curse and go home."

In this way, the goddess Shiva also felt that Belika was not simple. India is also a place where super monks bloom with flowers, and there are also some domestic people who specialize in the prophecy of fate.

But when they compared Belika, they didn't know how much difference they were. They would always talk about it, and they would never reveal their secrets. A little fight against the fate of the heaven will greatly reduce their lifespan, and even pay the price of their lives.

Perhaps, the Mayan clan is so magical, a civilized race born with prophecy.

Let's not mention these gossips for the time being.

On the battlefield, a huge sandstorm lasted for five minutes. After it dissipated, the team of night fangs was already in scattered, and many people were buried in the sand.

The harpies team was in a slightly better situation because of their unity, but they still looked very embarrassed.

The team leaders with the Night Fang were also experienced elites. They quickly rectified the team and continued to ruthlessly attack the harps.

Unexpectedly.

In the sky, several lights and shadows rushed toward at an extremely fast speed.

Like a meteor, it banged and thumped on the sand and gravel one after another. The four people actually bravely surrounded dozens of night fangs.

"Amitabha."

The Five Unprecepts Treasures solemnly proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Dear Night Demons donors, it's getting late, so let me send you on your way."

After saying that, a golden light burst out from his body, which was golden like a Vajra Battle Buddha, rushed into the group of fangs of the night with a domineering move. His moves, punches and kicks were filled with panic and powerful explosive power.

"boom!"

A half-step S-level night fang tried to resist, but was knocked into pieces by an unstoppable fist. He was like a human-shaped dragon, a human-shaped beast, and his body was filled with endless power.

"Wuliang Tianzun, you group of ugly night demons." Zhang Weidao stepped on the peach wood flying sword, and all kinds of talismans were scattered out like they didn't have money.

There are talismans that burn a raging fire, devouring the demons, and burning them into charcoal. There are also talismans that condense out thunder and chase people and bombard them.

Zhang Weidao even threw out a handful of beans. After rolling in the sand for a few rounds, the beans exploded and transformed into more than a dozen majestic heavenly soldiers wearing golden armor, holding swords and shields.

The combat power of those heavenly soldiers can only reach level A, which is weak in this high-end battlefield. However, they are all fearless and often rush forward and pay one or two deaths to kill a half-step S-level night fang.

Enzo and Elsa were both the first dark elf slaves to follow Wang Yan. They were born as officers of the Night Blade Legion, and their talents and strength should not be underestimated.

With Wang Yan's deliberate training and their own efforts, his cultivation strength has soared to the peak of legend.

Enzo is good at using elves swords and shields, with one move at a glance, parry, thrust, slash, and other moves. However, his movements are elegant and gorgeous, just like dancing a dark elves dance.

The captain of the Night Fanged Squadron he was targeted was beaten to no avail. All kinds of counterattack moves were easily resisted by the opponent. In just over ten seconds, he suffered many sword injuries all over his body and bleeding.

In less than thirty seconds, Enzo's gorgeous and artistic elf sword pierced into the captain's heart. The demon blood splattered, and the captain's body fell weakly, staring at his eyes as if he was dying with his eyes open.

Elsa is proficient in scout tactics and is best at stealing and hiding and giving a fatal blow. The light around her is distorted, as if she has completely integrated into the rolling quicksand, and she specializes in picking the elite Night Fangs who are only half a step S-level.

Backstab, throat slash, blindness and other tactics emerge one after another.

Those night fangs are also considered masters of this kind, but after meeting Elsa, they are like little thieves who meet their ancestors. Often, they lose their lives unconsciously without even capturing the other party's whereabouts.

No wonder, most of the training of the harp scouts was taught by Elsa.

The four masters attacked at the same time, as if they were entering a state of no one, and caught the opponent off guard.

Seeing this, the harp-haired banshee Betty made a quick decision and waved her staff to order, "Sisters, prove to Your Highness that our opportunity has come, give it to me, no one left."

With the addition of the harp, the Night Fang fell into a state of complete defeat. In just two or three minutes, the battlefield became quiet, and dozens of Night Demon Scouts corpses lay in the sand and gravel.

Most of the harps were already very tired and most of them were injured. But they were still energetic and cleaned up the battlefield as quickly as possible.

They used their own storage equipment to collect the corpses and weapons of the Night Demon Clan and put them back. Needless to mention the weapons and equipment, they are useful resources.

However, many parts of the body of high-level lives like the Night Demon Clan are very precious alchemy forging materials, and even spell casting materials.

Blood, teeth, wings, heart, horns, bones, etc. are all useful. Of course, the black crystal core that combines the essence of a night demon clan is the most precious material.

His Royal Highness Demon Flame has spent too much resources to cultivate everyone, and His Royal Highness has become poor. It is enough to save some resources for His Royal Highness, even if it is a little more. This is the simple and direct idea of ​​the harps.

There are several legendary demon corpses here.

You should know that it is not too easy to fight a legendary wild monster in the wild. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer wild resources that are simple and easy to fight.

Unexpectedly, the harp's behavior caused a stir in the stands of the Hell Conference.

Many Night Demon audiences from the Dark Demon Realm began to roar in anger and protest, accusing the Demon Flame of disrespecting the opponent and actually collected the opponent's corpse as spoils.
Chapter completed!