"Everyone except Hamo should leave first, rest for three days, and then attack the Lin and Chu families' positions with all their strength."
Marshal Moto sent away the rest of the generals, leaving only General Hamo, who had just flattered him.
Hamo looked at Marshal Moto with excitement that was hard to conceal in his eyes.
From now on, I will be Marshal Moto's close associate.
Hamo
"I am here!"
Hammer responded excitedly.
"Now I am going to give you a sacred mission!"
Marshal Moto suddenly remembered that there was another person with the aura of the Sky-Slaying Demon Emperor in his demon camp, and he was a little unsure about this person.
There just happened to be a ready-made person in front of me. He seemed to be very smart and sweet-spoken, and would not offend anyone.
It would be nice to approach that person.
General Hamo's face was filled with excitement. The great General Moto actually trusted me so much that he was going to entrust me with a sacred task at the very beginning!
"Great Marshal Moto, I will definitely complete the mission you command!"
General Hamo looked pious, with his head lowered, waiting for Marshal Moto's orders.
Marshal Moto put his hand on General Hamo's head, as if performing some mysterious ritual.
"A being with the aura of a Demon Emperor has arrived in our Demon Camp. I need you to approach him and find out his true strengths and weaknesses, as well as his purpose in coming to the Demon Camp."
Marshal Moto's tone was pious yet serious.
He was extremely curious about the arrival of such a being. Was he some being of noble blood, or an inspector sent by the Demon Emperor?
He really felt uncomfortable with such a being staying in his demon camp.
Upon hearing this, General Hamo felt as if his blood had frozen.
My body felt like it was in the autumn wind and snow, completely cold.
"I...me?"
General Hamo pointed at himself in disbelief. Was Marshal Moto really not joking?
He has the aura of the Demon Emperor on him, isn't he the imperial envoy?
He went to supervise the imperial envoy?
General Hamo suddenly felt that coming out to flatter the emperor just now was not a wise choice.
This is what happened...
"Of course it's you, could it be me?"
Marshal Moto looked at General Hamo and spoke coldly, not giving him a chance to refute.
General Hamo knew he had no chance of resistance, so he forced a smile and nodded.
"Great Marshal Moto, I will complete the task you assigned me."
General Hamo spoke respectfully.
"Don't worry, once you've accomplished this, I'll grant you the position of deputy marshal, your position second only to mine in the demon camp!"
Marshal Moto was satisfied and painted a big pie for General Hamo. It was necessary to give his subordinates a combination of big sticks and sweet dates.
There was obviously a glimmer in General Hamo's eyes. "Deputy Marshal, this position had never been set up in the demon camp before."
If he became the deputy marshal, second only to the emperor and above millions of people in the demon camp, he wouldn't need to lead the charge himself.
"I will definitely live up to the great Marshal Moto's orders!"
…
Ye Feng found Torre at this time, and looked at the dejected face of the demon in front of him, frowning slightly:
"Why, are you so unhappy to see me?"
"No, no, I don't dare."
Torre waved his hands hurriedly. Is this something he can say?
The man in front of me has the power of life and death over me, how dare I disobey him!
"Then don't look so depressed, as if I'm abusing you."
Ye Feng patted Torre's face and said with some displeasure.
Torre was in tears at this moment. He had lost his freedom and his house. His life seemed dark and he could not see the sun.
"Or you might as well kill me."
Torre was lying on the ground, speaking with a look of despair.
The more he thought about it, the darker life seemed to him.
"It's better to die happily than to live in pain. The free Torre lost his freedom, just like a bird losing its wings or a fish leaving the water... Torre's house was also stolen. Torre's life has no meaning anymore."
Ye Feng: ???
What the hell is this guy? Is this something a demon would say?
How did such a sentimental guy cultivate to the point of transcending the nine tribulations?
"Forget it, you're useless anyway, so I'll just give you a quick death."
Ye Feng thought that he should be a reasonable person and should not go against his personal wishes.
"Don't worry, I won't let your body go to waste. I'll let it emit its final light and warmth."
The Jinghong Sword appeared in Ye Feng's hand, and the sword was placed next to Torre's neck. The sharp edge of the sword made Torre feel a slight pain.
Torre was shocked. No, it’s serious!
He immediately knelt down:
"Sir, I was just kidding. I am an ostrich and can live without wings. I am a crocodile and can live without water."
"Don't play tricks on me. You just want me to help you get the house back."
Ye Feng sneered. This demon guy was quite interesting. He was always talking around with him, but in the end, he just wanted the house.
Torre felt a little aggrieved. How could he know that he was so worthless in Ye Feng's eyes that he was not even willing to help him get his house back.
According to his estimation of Ye Feng's strength, he is at least one of the top fighters in the demon camp.
How could a person who could take away hundreds of millions of demon corpses openly be just a simple character?
"I just want to make myself feel better so that I can serve you better."
"Go away, but I do need a place to stay. I'll go get it back for you, and then I'll live there."
Ye Feng said this unhappily, thinking about how he walked aimlessly in the demon camp last night without a place to stay.
This situation is indeed a bit bad.
Torre's eyes lit up. Isn't this getting better?
Ye Feng will definitely not stay in the demon camp for long, so won’t the tent still be his in the end?
Thinking of this, Torre hurriedly led the way, smiling ingratiatingly:
"My Lord, I am more than willing to let you stay in my tent!"
After a while, under the guidance of Torre, they came to the outside of a tent.
"Sir, this is it. There's a bastard living in there who robbed my tent!"
Torre said indignantly.
Ye Feng waved his hand. He was not very concerned about this matter. Anyway, he was confident that he could deal with any demon in the demon camp.
We are both going through the Nine Tribulations, can you be stronger than the Quasi-Emperor who is suppressing the Nine Tribulations?
The curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and a man walked out with a lazily stretch. It was the Demon Emperor Jitian.
He had been in the tent for so long and was ready to come out for some fresh air.
In a blink of an eye, he saw the previous "owner" of this tent, and he didn't think much of it.
Then, his eyes met Ye Feng's.
At this moment, the whole world became quiet.
"The world suddenly became so quiet, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat..."
There seemed to be singing.
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