Venezuela, Stone Firearms Stronghold.

The Blood Throne was looking at an urgent request for help from Babia Town from the Blood Python under his hand.

After reading it, the Blood Throne's eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "The angels are leading their troops to attack the town of Babia, and Satan has sent an urgent message for help. This surprised me, and I never thought that the angels would directly lead their troops to the town of Babia and besiege the Old One's Army. ”

The blood python's face was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't help asking, "Boss, then should we send troops to help?"

"Assistance?" the Blood Throne sneered and said, "Why do you want to help? Don't you know that we have just gone through a battle with the Black Fire Merchants, and nearly 100 soldiers have died in the battle?

The blood python nodded and said, "The boss is right, it's me who didn't think it through. ”

The Blood Throne snorted coldly, and then said, "Even if I have extra troops, in such a situation, I will not come to my aid. You have also seen the combat ability of the Old One's Legion soldiers, not to mention anything else, how many people were sacrificed on the side of the Old One's Legion in the first battle of the Black Fire Merchants? As far as I know, there are only five people! And what about us? Nearly 100 people! The huge casualty data can also compare the terrifying combat ability of the Old One's Legion soldiers. Therefore, the existence of the Old One's Army is always a great threat. As for the angels, that's also a threat. This man is ambitious, and he has no ambition to annex the South American arms market. Therefore, these two forces, both of which pose a threat to us, are fighting together, and no matter what the outcome is, it will only be beneficial to us. ”

The blood python's eyes flashed, and he said, "What the boss said is extremely true. If the angels and Satan fight to defeat both sides, it will be in our favor. ”

"There will be no lose-lose situation. The Blood Throne spoke, the essence in his eyes flashing, and he said slowly, "The angels are attacking so much, I am afraid that they will not give up until Satan's side is annihilated." Therefore, this battle will mean that one side will be annihilated and one side will win. Even if it wins, it's a pyrrhic victory. ”

"Which side does the boss think will end badly?" asked the Blood Python.

The Blood Throne said, "As long as nothing happens, it should be on the side of the angels." The Assassination Alliance is extremely powerful, and the Angels are also strong in their stronghold in South America. The Angel Disciple himself is an unfathomable top powerhouse. No matter how strong the warriors of the Old One's Legion are, they will not be a match for the angels and the warriors under his command. It's just that the Old One's Legion has a stronghold to fight, and the angels will definitely have to pay a heavy price if they want to eat the Old One's Legion in one bite. ”

"Boss, you said that when the time comes, after the crushing victory on the Angel Disciples' side, can we go and kill it, and completely eradicate this strength that threatens us?" the Blood Python asked.

The angel shook his head and said, "No. The angels and Satan will fight to the death, and either side will win badly. In such a situation, the other party did not dare to provoke us. It just gives us the opportunity to develop rapidly. By the time we seize this opportunity and develop rapidly, by the time the other party recovers, it will no longer be able to move us. By then, we will be able to dominate the entire South American region. ”

"Boss Takami!" the blood python began, then asked, "What about this information from the Old One's Legion?"

"He replied that after the first battle of the Black Fire Military Merchant, our soldiers suffered heavy losses, coupled with the recent friction between the Jaguar Military Merchant and our side, and the frequent battles, our side is still too busy to take care of itself, and we really have no spare strength to send troops to support. The Blood Throne said.

"Good!"

The blood python nodded and walked out.

The Blood Throne's eyes flashed, the gaze in his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to himself: "Satan, don't blame me for being ruthless and unjust, this is the interest and position. It is undeniable that you are indeed a strong ally in the battle against the Black Fire Merchants. But your potential is too strong, the Secret Realm Quadruple Realm can fight against me, once you grow up, who will still be your opponent?, therefore, you can only die, only in this way can I ensure the safety of my inheritance!"

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Andes, south.

The town of Babia is located in the south of the Andes Mountains, and from the peaks and rugged mountain roads on the southern side of the Andes, you can go all the way to the town of Babia.

At this moment, under the dark night, a team of warriors dressed in black was sneaking rapidly.

The number of people is not large, about 30 people.

Everyone was silent, and their cold faces seemed to reflect a cold metallic luster under the reflection of the cold night.

Rao is the mountain range is rugged and difficult to pass, but under their feet, it is like walking on the ground.

In the process of rapid sneaking, there was a silent all the way, but there was a faint terrifying aura from their bodies, like a ghost army emerging from hell, and a hundred ghosts walked at night.

In fact, many years ago, they had a unified title - Ghost Army!

In this team of ghost troops, the leader is a middle-aged man in a black robe, he is very tall, with large bones, Rao is that he looks very thin, but the overall physique still gives people a sense of burlyness.

He had a bald head, a square face, and a calm gaze, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he could vaguely see his face as hideous and terrifying as the devil - the right side of his face was normal, and the left side of his face seemed to have been burned by fire, and the red scars left by the burns crisscrossed the city, making people's scalps tingle at a glance.

The wide black robe was draped over his body, but the cuffs of his right arm were empty, as if a right arm was missing.

In his left hand, however, he held a knife tightly.

A long, ordinary-looking knife, the blade was gray, but occasionally it was refracted with a little scarlet light under the reflection of the moonlight.

Four years ago, all the powerhouses in the dark world recognized this knife, this bloody knife that had killed countless people with blood, and it was with this knife that he was named the king of killing!

Four years ago, he disappeared, and with him the terrifying ghost army warriors who followed him, everyone in the dark world was already dead, and a generation of legendary powerhouses, along with his bloody knife that made countless powerful enemies fearful, had been buried in the ground for a long time.

Four years later, tonight, for the sake of his friends and righteousness, he reappeared and went straight to the town of Babia.

In the past four years, when everyone has abandoned, when everyone thinks he is dead, when everyone thinks he is gone, there is only one person who will visit him every year, and every time he goes, he will inspire him, and every time he will hold the bloodthirsty bloody knife again.

He doesn't have many friends, but one is enough for this life.

In the first battle four years ago, he was defeated and retired, disappeared, and the legend ended.

Four years later –

The ghost army is back!

The Blood Knife is back!

The Blood Massacre of the Killer King is back!