Alvin in Hell doesn't know what's going on there, and even if he does, he won't take it too seriously.

The problem now for Alvin is how to help the World Alliance gain a foothold in Hell, so that they can collect the dirt here and refine what they call rare elements.

A test of combat effectiveness turned into a protracted war of aggression, which required the investment of a lot of manpower and material resources.

Also, if Alvin doesn't want to be a full-time opener, he must help the World Alliance to gain a foothold.

Once they are safe here, they may only need to open the door once a month to allow them to deliver supplies, harvest and change shifts by the way.

This should not have been Alvin's responsibility, but he himself would have liked to see Earth's own starfleet appear.

After all, the right to speak is won by strength, and everything depends on the strength of a few people, and it is difficult for the earth to really go out.

And Julie's hard-working girl can also enjoy the dividends brought by the earth's leap from this, which is what Alvin wants to see the most.

Thinking about the world-changing figure that came out of his school, Alvin's heart was hot.

This gives Alvin more fulfillment than cutting a few villains himself!

After a fierce battle for nearly 4 hours, the soldiers who had eliminated those Cerberus and Demon Bull retreated to the camp set up by the mages led by the Fat King Garden.

The camp is surrounded by Kama Taj's characteristic magical shield, which gives the GIs a respite.

The sappers of the Sharpshooters increased their workload, abandoning the leveling of the camp ground, which had been planned to facilitate the entry of supplies.

Now that they had used all the building materials, they had begun to build a fort around the protective perimeter set up by Kama Taj.

As for the issue of transporting supplies, it depends on whether the military trucks of various countries are capable of doing so......

A few calloused old sappers just glanced at the existing materials and quickly made a few molds, and then Yang Rui and his group of special operations soldiers began to escort the sappers into the periphery.

A large amount of quick-drying material was poured into shoddy molds, and in a few minutes a bad-looking fortress stood on the blood-colored plains of hell.

Not just fortresses, but logistics in other countries began to use small machinery to create trench after trench in the Scarlet Plains.

In addition to providing a place for soldiers to hide in times of danger, the most important function of these trenches is to stop the progress of those demonic creatures.

The art of war, which humans have developed over thousands of years, allows them to use these shabby-looking things to direct the demonic attacks and relieve the pressure on the human camp.

No one wants Alvin to make a heavy snow or a thunderstorm, and everyone knows that Alvin can't always be relied on alone.

They must prove that humanity can survive in Hell without Alvin, or all their plans will be meaningless.

Stark and Ivan are really desperate, Stark is out of a superhero's sense of responsibility, and Ivan is trying to separate Stark.

But these two people faced tens of thousands of gluttonous demons and sheep-headed demons, and even if they tried their best, they couldn't stop the progress of those things.

The spatial door opened by Alvin gave those demons the instinctive feeling of hope for survival.

They have been trapped in the Scarlet Plains for too long, and instead of being kept as food, their only way out is to try it somewhere else.

And among them are not only those cannon fodder, but also some intermediaries and even high-level demons of the Hell Moloch Clan.

Alvin's heavy snowfall has put the royal family of Moloch in a bad place, but there are always some fish that slip through the net.

Their lives have been extremely difficult, and they have basically reached the point of exhaustion.

Polmorok, prince of the Moroc clan!

Thousands of lava demons covered in flames and greatswords in their hands guarded Polmorlock.

Looking at Stark and Ivan, who were in full swing a few kilometers away, Polmorok let out a long sigh......

The two flying swords with "Innsned" completely solved the problem of Stark's lack of endurance, and he and Ivan slaughtered the demons around them with "artifacts" in their hands.

An elderly demon with goat's horns approached Polmorok's side and said, "Pol, we can't hesitate, the space is chaotic, and the breath of the earth has spread throughout the Scarlet Plains.

The forces of the Behemoth and Astral clans will soon converge here.

We don't have time......"

Polmollok looked at the magical barrier erected by the Kama Taj mages in the distance, and he said with a wry smile, "It's a trap over there, why don't you always want to believe me?" ”

As he spoke, Polmoroch looked at the red artifact leather whip in Ivan's hand, and seemed to fall into some bad memory......

"That's the real place of death, and there's a man over there who is even more terrifying than the demon gods Mephisto and Suslet......

The snow that killed our entire royal family was the man's handiwork......"

Polmorok's tone made the old demon fall into deep thought, and after hesitating for a long time, the old demon said in disappointment, "Then we don't have a chance?"

The army of Behemos and Astral will not take in our people......"

Polmorlock shook his head with a wry smile, as if caught in a memory, and said softly: "I was captured by them in search of the artifact 'Scarlet' that my brother had smuggled to the other side, and they took me to a restaurant and asked me a lot of things.

I begged the executioner to kill me far from him.

The soul crystal kept me alive......"

Polmollok pondered for a long time in the sad expression of the old demon, and then seemed to make up his mind......

"We surrender, I've been wandering the earth for a while, and I know a secret they care about......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the hundreds of mid- and high-level demons of the Morok clan who were guarding him, gritted his teeth, and said, "We surrender to that person.

I am the last royal family of Moloch, and here the last power of Moloch is gathered.

I've got chips, and they seem to want to stay here permanently, so I'll give them a hand.

As long as I can get revenge on the two bastard races of Behemos and Astral, I can do anything......"

The old demon sighed in despair, surrendering in hell means giving up everything, and if the last royal family of Pol surrenders, the last dignity of the Moroch clan will be gone.

Looking at Pol's resolute expression, the old demon nodded heavily and said, "I'm your uncle, if you're going to surrender, then let's take out all the chips."

Your father is still asleep underground, and he was beheaded by the Ancient One, leaving only a trace of his soul left.

I'll give you all the soul stones and 'Innsned' that he collected.

You can use them as chips or to expand Molok's ranks......"

The old demon whispered a few words in Pol's ear, and then he walked over to one of the lava demons and grabbed the lava demon's neck so that his forehead matched the forehead of the tall lava demon......

After a strange whisper, a flash of red smoke suddenly oozed from the lava demon's forehead, and it was quickly absorbed into the old demon's body......

The old demon's slightly thin body began to change dramatically after the red smoke entered his body, his muscles began to swell, his body increased dramatically, and a pair of horns on the old demon's head began to bend and grow......

The old demon grew into a 4-meter-tall demon covered in flames in half a minute.

He turned his head and glanced at the surprised Pol with his flame-spitting eyes, and said in a low voice: "Kid, negotiation needs bargaining chips, and giving up everything is not the best choice!"

First of all, we should show our strength and let them understand that we are not without the power to resist......

You're smart, but you're scared out of your nerve by that guy......"

As he spoke, a pair of terrifying grippers of the old demon grabbed the heads of the two lava demons, and with the old demon's whisper, the red smoke in the lava demon's body was violently pulled out and condensed on his claws.

With the injection of flames from the old demon's body, a pair of red flame swords instantly took shape......

Polmollock didn't know what he was feeling in his heart right now, and he opened his mouth sadly to try to say something, but the last word was not spoken.

The old demon is his uncle, a wretched creature who has lost the battle for the throne!

It was he who returned to the Scarlet Plains with the royal family wiped out, and preserved what little strength Morok had left.

If he felt the need, Bol would not have survived at all, and would not have had the opportunity to mention the word "surrender" at all......

The gloomy outlook of the Moroch clan made the old demon completely hopeless, and he could not watch his hard-fought race surrender to either side, so he chose to fight......

The proven strength will become a bargaining chip, even if you are cannon fodder, there is power and there is no power!

The old demon looked at Stark and Ivan, who were wreaking havoc among the demons, he glanced back at Pol and said, "Pol, remember your promise......"

After saying that, the old demon turned his head and let out a violent roar, and stomped on the ground and rushed in the direction of Stark and Ivan.

Hundreds of tall lava demons let out a low cry and rushed out after the old demon.

Polmorok looked at the tall back of the old demon, and he said to a one-eyed demon with a long whip beside him, "Blow the trumpet and let those cannon fodder retreat......

Let the Flame Marg's forces advance in formation, and when my uncle died, he ordered them to attack for a round ......"

Saying that, Pol looked at the back of the old demon in the distance, gritted his teeth, and said, "If you want to prove your strength, you can't rely on a few demons who are not afraid of death......