"By taking advantage of the defeat on the battlefield, he used a lot of resources to build an altar in the city."
The Demon King said: "Then he persuaded many elders and my elder to agree to use the souls of the demon warriors who died on the battlefield to sacrifice to the starry sky."
Hearing the words "Sacrifice to the Starry Sky", Chen Changsheng had a very bad omen, and asked, "Who do you sacrifice to, and what do you ask for?"
The Demon Lord said mockingly: "Naturally, it is to sacrifice to the Holy Light Continent on the other side of the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Holy Light Continent can come to help us, and some timid nobles even hope that they can be sent back to the Holy Light Continent. No need to face the danger and pain of genocide."
Chen Changsheng said: "Hasn't the origin of the demons been erased? How can they know?"
"In the past six months, the war has been raging and the situation has been chaotic. Many rules have lost their effectiveness, and many secrets have naturally spread out."
The Demon Lord looked at a certain university student.
A university student's face suddenly turned pale, and then he began to vomit blood non-stop.
The blood was not red, nor gold, nor green, but black.
The university scholar was clearly poisoned, and said in pain, "Even if I don't tell you, the military advisor knows everything."
The Demon Lord said calmly, "But you still said it."
The university scholar fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped breathing.
The Demon Lord looked at the crowd, mainly Xu Yourong, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
Chen Changsheng didn't notice, but was thinking about what he said just now.
The upper echelons of the Demon Race pin their hopes on that altar, so it is naturally difficult to do their best on the battlefield, no matter it is subjective or not. In this way, the situation of the Demon Race will be even worse, and the more so, the more they will pin their hopes on the altar. That altar is like the swamp outside Xuelao City, as long as it falls on it, no matter how hard it struggles, it will be difficult to stand up again. The Demon Lord should see this very clearly, why didn't he stop the black robe? Why wasn't that altar destroyed
Mojun looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I think you should have guessed it, yes, I also want to have my last hope."
Chen Changsheng said: "Even if it goes against the will of the demon kings of all ages?"
The Demon King sighed: "I don't want to either, it's because you forced me too hard."
Chen Changsheng said, "You did it ten years ago."
This refers to the two angels who once appeared in Baidi City.
"There's going to be a huge difference."
The Demon Lord looked at him and said seriously, "Because the numbers are different."
After saying this, he opened his arms.
The black cloak rose without wind.
The magic flame that condensed the night also swayed, and some things were looming.
Those are stone statues, tall or short, no more than one foot, neither gold nor jade, it is unknown what kind of material they are made of.
Some stone statues are half-squatting, and some statues are flapping their wings to fly. They are so vivid that they have surpassed the scope of carving.
Chen Changsheng's expression became serious.
The stone statue didn't reveal any aura, but it had an extremely strange feeling, as if it might come alive at any time.
Wang Po and the others felt a strong warning in their hearts.
They were all like Chen Changsheng, thinking of the two angels in Baidi City, thinking of Bie Yanghong.
If a stone statue is an angel, how many densely packed stone statues are there
The magic flame kept dancing.
The night was restless and deadly still.
Many questions have been answered.
Heipao's hatred for the human race is as deep as the West Sea. In order to destroy the human race, he will do everything possible. In the past hundreds of years, he relied on the demons to destroy the human race. When he found that the general situation had changed, this had changed When accomplishing an impossible task, he chose another path without hesitation.
He ruthlessly pushed the demons on the road to their demise, and in the shortest possible time pushed the demons into a desperate situation, forced the demons to step into their own pace, and mobilized countless resources to build an altar, ready to welcome the people from the Holy The Angel Legion from the Light Continent descends.
"What do you mean by telling this story tonight?"
Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord suppressed his smile, looked into his eyes, and said calmly and firmly: "Exit Xuelao City, or I will agree to the black robe's request."
"This is a good story." Wang Po said.
Old Mrs. Tang said: "It is indeed a good story."
This story, to be precise, was the way the story was told, which made them feel that the Demon Lord was great.
If it wasn't for the lack of time given to the demon king, and the general situation has been determined, or the demon clan may really usher in a revival.
At the beginning, if the Demon Lord hadn’t invited those historians and scholars to create a solemn and solemn atmosphere with words such as extermination and civilization, and then started to tell this story, absolutely no one would believe it, and would only think that he was I'm stalling for time with an absurd reason. But the devil did not do this. From the Holy Light Continent to the gods and then to the black robe, he slowly and touchingly told this story perfectly. It has history and weight, which makes people have to believe it.
"But there is one question, what does the black robe need from you?"
Wang Po said: "If you have no meaning to the story, then no matter how well the story is told, it is also meaningless."
"It's not me he needs, it's this."
The Demon Lord stretched out his sleeve with his right hand.
There is no stone statue in his hand, but a stone pestle.
That stone pestle seemed ordinary, but it was not.
Even the stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrists felt an induction and struck lightly.
The stone pestle and the Tianshu stele came from the same place, had the same material, but had completely different effects.
Star Kill.
The untold secret of the demons.
The supreme artifact that has not appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years.
Back then in Xueling, the old devil died under the starlight it summoned.
Chen Changsheng had personally seen Xing Kong Kill.
Afterwards, according to his description, the priest of Li Gong put the painting of the starry sky into the scroll and sent it to the states and counties for circulation.
People like Mrs. Tang and Wang Po were naturally the first to see the painting, and after just one glance, they were sure that it was the real Star Killer.
Then the story told by the Demon Monarch has more authenticity.
If the Demon Lord cooperates with the black robe and uses the altar and the starry sky to open the space channel, the angels from the Holy Light Continent will descend one after another...
The magic flame danced, and those stone statues were looming.
Looking at this scene, everyone's expressions were extremely dignified.
Even if those angels are not as powerful as the two battle angels who once appeared in Baidi City. But according to the analysis afterwards, those angels of holy light can comprehend the natural law between heaven and earth on their own. In other words, they have been strong in the sacred field since the moment they existed!
Of course, the human race is not completely unprepared for this most dangerous situation. In the past ten years, the Great Zhou court, the Li Palace and various sects and families have often deduced the original battle of Baidi City, looking for a way to kill the Angel of Light, and obtained certain results. Progress, but that is still based on the premise that the number of angels is very small.
Now that the sanctuary powerhouses of the human race are either seriously injured or rebelling, how can they win if there are so many angels
What's even more frightening is, what if... the gods of the Holy Light Continent descend in person
Will the human race perish
The atmosphere is very depressing.
But there are still people who don't believe the story that the Demon Lord told.
"Isn't this a mallet made of stone? Do you really think we are a mallet? The mallet has been dead for more than ten years!"
Xiao Zhang said: "We have prepared for so many years, fought for so long, and killed so many people, just relying on a story to make us go back?"
These words made General Heming and some people a little bit moved.
What if it is true? The Demon Lord is scaring people.
The wrinkles at the corners of Mrs. Tang's eyes were getting deeper and deeper, showing a hint of worry.
He felt that what the Demon Lord said was true.
Wang Po and Xu Yourong also had the same opinion.
Chen Changsheng once saw the beam of light coming through the sea of stars in Xueling, so he should have believed this story the most.
But he vaguely remembered that Star Killer was no longer available, and he remembered a conversation he heard that night.
He looked at the Demon King and asked, "The altar is used to break the wall? The Star Killer is used to indicate the location?"
The Demon Lord said: "I didn't expect that you would not forget the conversation I had with my father."
Chen Changsheng said: "Two angels descended ten years ago, and you could treat them as slaves. The idea of the black robe now is obviously more than that. If there are too many descending angels, what will you do? So you have been hesitating, Struggling, and until now you haven't made up your mind what to do."
The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Yes, so I leave this choice to you."
Chen Changsheng remained silent.
Now that I think about it, many of the contents of the communications in the past ten years were the methods of the Demon Lord.
This was a subtle process, and it was hard for him to convince himself that the threat from the Holy Light Continent did not exist.
The so-called choice is more like a gamble, and the betting chip is the entire human race.
When it comes to gambling, both Xu Yourong and Mrs. Tang are much better than him, but they haven't read those letters.
The contents of those letters are the cards that the Demon Lord has already played.
Only through those cards can one try to judge what the devil's cards are.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the crowd.
The voice was sickly, extremely weak, but also had an extremely chilling feeling, no matter who listened to it, it would be easy to get bored.
"What he wrote in the letter was true, and most of the story was true, but what he said was false."
The Demon Lord looked behind the crowd, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why?"
"Because you have the will to die between your eyebrows and eyes, and you still have a touch of emotional pain, but you are not high-spirited. I spent an hour to reverse the situation in Wenshui. After I came out of the ancestral hall, I took a bath in the street. Even if you are not as coquettish as me, You can't do such an elegant thing, but you should be arrogant to complete this kind of reversal, so calm can only show that you are lying!"
Ye Xiaolian pushed a wheelchair and came out from behind the crowd.
Tang Thirty-Six sat on it.