The territory of the mad tribe.
Tianluo City, City Lord’s Mansion.
At this time, in the inner courtyard of the courtyard, Lin Hao sat at the stone table, drinking wine with a comfortable expression.
The table was filled with a large amount of delicious food.
And beside them, twenty Blood Guards stood respectfully.
"Master, you suddenly summoned us here. What can I do for you?"
Long Yi asked curiously.
Lin Hao said calmly: "Let me introduce someone to you."
Hearing this, the faces of the Twelve Blood Guards became even more curious.
"Master, what is your relationship with that person?"
Long Yi was obviously a little cautious and asked cautiously, "Do we need to avoid this conversation?"
Lin Hao smiled faintly and said, "No need to avoid it. If he is here, just speak directly if you have anything to say."
"I understand."
Hearing this, the Twelve Blood Guards nodded and said nothing more.
"He's here."
At this time, Lin Hao put down his wine glass and looked to the ground on the left.
But as the soil there was churning, a tiny black shadow suddenly broke out of the ground.
The dark shadow was none other than Jing Ke.
Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly leaped up and quickly enlarged in front of the Twelve Blood Guards.
This person is undoubtedly Chen Jin wearing the Ant-Man suit.
"Um?!"
Seeing this, the twelve blood guards were all surprised and on alert.
"Don't be nervous, he is the person I just mentioned, Chen Jin."
Lin Hao chuckled.
Hearing this, the vigilance in the eyes of the Twelve Blood Guards disappeared.
Before Chen Jin could take it off, Lin Hao's mind moved slightly, and the Ant-Man suit on his body disappeared instantly and was directly put into the system storage space.
Lin Hao is not afraid that the items obtained by the system will be snatched away by others, as he can take them back at any time.
"Blood Robe Deacon?!"
When Chen Jin saw the twelve blood guards next to him, he suddenly felt that their clothes looked familiar.
He soon recognized that these were the blood-robed deacons of the nine major halls that he had encountered in the ancient battlefield.
"They are the Twelve Blood Guards you mentioned last time."
Lin Hao smiled calmly and gave a brief introduction.
Chen Jin was slightly surprised and looked at the Twelve Blood Guards.
Berserker...
He immediately remembered the records of the Twelve Blood Guards, looked at Lin Hao, and asked, "So, this is the territory of the Mad Clan?"
"That's right."
Lin Hao nodded and said: "Specifically, this place is called Tianluo City, and the dozens of cities around it are all territories that we control now."
Then, Lin Hao told all about what he and the Twelve Blood Guards had done in the territory of the Mad Clan in the recent period.
After listening, Chen Jin looked at Lin Hao deeply and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought the Lin Tian recorded in the history books was a bit exaggerated at first."
"Now it seems that it is indeed true."
As he spoke, his eyes turned to the table full of delicacies from land and sea.
Obviously, they had never seen before that a fugitive could be the king here and enjoy all kinds of superior treatment.
Lin Hao's face remained calm in response to this compliment, and he said calmly, "We've come such a long way, let's eat and chat."
Chen Jin didn't hesitate to walk over and sit at the same table.
He and Lin Hao now know each other well and can be considered comrades-in-arms who share weal and woe.
There is only trust between each other, without any suspicion.
This is also the reason why, when he was in Jiuxuan Sect before, he chose to escape with Jing Ke without any hesitation.
After a few drinks, Chen Jin asked, "What are your plans next?"
After Lin Hao pondered for a while, he said, "According to what you said, I will come back in three years."
Chen Jin nodded.
With their current strength, not to mention the Tower of Babel, even the Sky Demon Clan cannot contend with them.
They can only hide in the territory of the Mad Clan and bide their time.
"At present, I plan to unify the territory of the Mad Clan. Even if we have to fight, at least I will have a force at hand."
"Three years later, the first group I will attack will be the Sky Demon Clan."
"I want that Demon Emperor to personally remove the blood killing order against me."
At this point, Lin Hao stared at Chen Jin calmly and said slowly, "You, don't have any objections, right?"
Hearing this, Chen Jin suddenly fell silent.
He knew that Lin Hao was now being wanted by the Demon King of the Sky Demon Clan with a Blood Killing Order.
They were in a completely passive situation, and it was not as recorded in the history books of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but that "Lin Tian" openly provoked the Heavenly Demon Clan, thus creating hatred and revenge.
From this we can see that not all the information recorded in history books is true.
"I have no objection."
After a silence of about ten breaths, Chen Jin finally shook his head and said, "But, I won't join."
"As for why, I believe you know better than me."
Lin Hao nodded calmly but did not force it.
Forcing the Demon Clan to withdraw the Blood Killing Order was just a means for him to regain his dignity.
Lin Hao’s real target is the Tower of Babel!
Recalling the miserable fate of that day and the dead Thunder Bees in his mind, Lin Hao's anger undoubtedly grew stronger.
"They want to capture me and use the 'Divine Descent Technique' on those spirits. I want to see which spirit can take on this body."
Lin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and deep in his heart, he had already begun to plan his future strategy.
"By the way, have you informed Luo Heng?"
Chen Jin seemed to have thought of something and asked.
"I don't know where Luo Heng is exactly. I sent my men to investigate his address a while ago, so I can't notify him in a short time."
Lin Hao took a sip of wine and said calmly: "So, it all depends on his own luck."
Chen Jin nodded indifferently. He had no idea what to do about this matter.
Because even he himself was able to escape thanks to Lin Hao's ability.
Otherwise, if he had really been taken away by the Behemoth false god in the Tower of Babel that day, he would probably have become a slave like the walking corpse by now.
“Whoosh!”
At this moment, a sound transmission note suddenly came out of Long Er's storage ring.
As the sound transmission note burned, Long Er also learned the source of the sound inside it.
As the Lord of Tianluo City, he is now in charge of this area, and all matters are transferred from him to Lin Hao.
"Master, I have received the news about the Flame Demon 'Luo Heng' that you asked me to investigate."
Long Er's face was slightly grim, and he reported: "However, just yesterday, Luo Heng was taken to the Tower of Babel."
Hearing this, Lin Hao and Chen Jin both frowned.
This time, there is undoubtedly no way out.
After all, with their current strength, they are simply unable to rescue Luo Heng from the hands of those pseudo-gods in the Tower of Babel.
The two looked at each other, obviously seeing what each other was thinking, and couldn't help but sigh.
They knew very well that Luo Heng's trip to the Tower of Babel would be a dangerous one.
"Master, besides this, there is another piece of news."
Long Er said respectfully: "The Mad God Temple has invited us to attend the memorial ceremony next month."
"Excuse me, do you want to go?"
Memorial ceremony?
Hearing this, Lin Hao's expression changed slightly.
Who are we commemorating?
Mad God?