Caesar and Ottoman didn't know how the Pope reached an agreement with the Immortal King, but they believed it, and even if they didn't, they would go. It can be said that the first challenge for the Immortal King was made by a master of the peak humanity. There was no doubt that the Pope had this qualification, but had little chance of winning.

The Pope stood on the edge of the Death Desert, wearing white clothes, looking at the boundless Death Desert, without any expression on his face. Fate was irresistible. He once wanted to destroy it and let fate go abnormal, but unfortunately he was still powerless and could only obey. So today he came, and his chances were very low in order to fight with Westdrew, but the immortal king sealed by the Green Dragon Seal was the weakest time.

He was unwilling to give up such an opportunity. Of course, he wanted to join forces with Caesar Ottoman, but it was not possible. He made a prediction that if the three of them joined together, the three of them would die there, but if only he was the only one, there would be only one person who died... But sometimes, even though he knew the ending game would still be going on, it was just that the ending was the beginning of others.

The sound of breaking through the air came, and Caesar and Ottoman landed at the same time. The two looked at each other without saying a word. It was obvious that the tempered Ottoman became more mature. His eyes were full of fighting spirit towards Caesar. However, as the king of Ottoman, he did not want to fight under such circumstances. The battle between his life and death with Caesar must be the battle of the Mayan King. These damn demons and undead will be finished sooner or later!

"The Pope's Crown, I won't say much nonsense, let's go!"

"Haha, Your Highness Ottoman is still so impatient. No problem. There is only one principle. You must not take action during the battle. No matter what the result is, you must leave as soon as the battle is over!"

Say the two reels fly toward Caesar and Ottoman.

"This is the space moving reel I made. It's very simple. I think you will agree to this small request."

Caesar and Ottoman looked at each other and nodded. This was also a good opportunity to observe the power of Westdrew in person. At the same time, it was possible to explore the strength of the undead. Although the victory was a bit exaggerated, with their strength, if they wanted to leave, I am afraid that the immortal king would not be able to stop him.

"Haha, the Immortal King sealed by the Qinglong seal can only use 70% of his power, don't be confused."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pope's body had moved a hundred meters. Caesar and Ottoman immediately launched a high-level fighting spirit. Unlike Caesar and Ottoman's rapid movement, the Pope seemed to be walking in the garden, but he had bought a lot of space for each step. This is an attainment higher than shrinking the ground. The power contained in the aging body should not be underestimated.

The breath of the three people is approaching the center of the Death Desert in a straight line.

At this time, in the castle of the Immortal King, the Immortal King sat on the high throne, and below were rows of undead spirits. Obviously, those who could enter the hall were senior cadres of the undead spirits. The power of death in the hall was filled with people of the death.

On the king's lower left hand was Shakespeare, and the others stood under the steps. Saki and others had been holding it in for a long time. They didn't ask questions these days and couldn't even say anything, and they didn't even have food. Fortunately, they brought their own, otherwise they would be starved to death and spread here, which would be a big joke.

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Unfortunately, even if there are complaints, they have to be buried in their stomachs and rotten in their hearts. With the character of an immortal king, they will definitely not mind killing them at will.

"I have something to announce today. Because of the Qinglong Chapter, I cannot leave the Death Desert, but our Undead Unification Plan cannot delay Speare. The descendants of my formerly powerful comrade Arella will command the five major legions on my behalf. You must obey his orders!"

In the system of the immortal king, there is no need for opinions or ask back. There are only three points needed. Follow, follow, or follow!

So the undead agreed in unison, let alone Saki, even Shakespeare was a little surprised. In a blink of an eye, he became the commander of the undead legion. Smack's jealousy was about to burst out from his eyes. God, the five legions. Look at the undead in these temples, each of them is so powerful. The five legions of the undead are even more terrifying. Now they have to obey Shakespeare's sissy command. Why are they all Devils, and the treatment is so different!

There was a glimmer of joy in Lorodesari's eyes. No matter from that aspect, she hoped that her younger brother could become the real king of Deville. Whether she liked it or not, she was the closest person she was in this world.

Five undead with black cloaks standing in front came out. There were only five undead legions in the place where they were qualified to bring this cloak. This cloak was not an ordinary cloak, and it was also a magical artifact given by the Immortal King, similar to the treasure of the Dark Source.

The undead who led Shakespeare and others in came out, a standard and handsome knight, but he could not tell which tribe he was from, "the commander of the Knights of the Undead Spirits, Sevanist."

The second one who stood up was a skeleton, golden skeleton, all over the body, with a golden crown on its head. It was not as clumsy as an ordinary skeleton soldier, but was more flexible, "The Skeleton Legion Commander Messiah."

The third one stood up...or floated out, "Minghen, the commander of the Youpo Legion."

Fourth, the body under the cloak is a bit asymmetrically concave, which is the legendary commander of the alien legion Saxon.

The fifth one, also the largest number, commander of the Undead Legion, who led the chaotic army of undead.

When the five legions and the undead general behind him knelt on one knee to salute Shakespeare, Smack's eyes were almost protruding, and he wanted to bite Shakespeare to death.

If he could replace Shakespeare's status, it would be natural to become King Deville. Damn Shakespeare, he had such good luck if he had better blood.

His jealousy was expanding irresistibly. If he were outside, he might still be very calm, but due to the influence of the aura of the undead, his selfishness and tyranny were becoming increasingly difficult to control. Fortunately, Saki was not an ordinary person, so he immediately suppressed his son and made trouble here, which was no different from seeking death. Everything was discussed after leaving here.

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With the words of the Immortal King, Shakespeare's status immediately changed, although Shakespeare himself was confused.

And then Vesdrew stood up and said, "A customer is here, you can come out with me."
Chapter completed!