The angels were dumbfounded by Ash's reversal of power. First of all, they would take Ash away if there was a one in ten thousand chance. The consequence of killing Ash was too serious. Not only would the gods lose the easiest way to get promoted, but more importantly, Fanxing would definitely collect the supreme share faster than the four gods.

Once Fanxing monopolizes enough of the supreme share, the four gods will still not be able to be promoted to the supreme level of magic, so the risk of Ash dying is almost the same as the risk of Ash being snatched away by Fanxing.

Besides, Ash was not unwilling to go with them, he just wanted them to show enough sincerity, so there was a possibility of negotiation. But the angels were not qualified to make decisions on major transactions involving the secret world - in the past thousands of years, the gods had never tried to trade the secret world! Who would be stupid enough to sell such a heavy weapon of the kingdom of heaven to others?

"You are not qualified to negotiate with me. Go back and ask your Lord."

Ash waved his hands vigorously. "But as a gift, we will accept this ancient battlefield. This world secret area can be counted as one of the ten world secret areas. You only need to gather nine more world secret areas."

"No!" Ling Ting said immediately: "You——"

"Are you afraid that I will be promoted to Lord God? No problem, I won't take it." Ash took Sonia's hand, "But it's okay to let her take it, right? She is just an ordinary demigod, and she still has a long way to go before she can become Lord God."

"Sword Princess, go take over the ancient battlefield!" Ash said loudly, "If you don't give in, then we won't retreat either! Ling Ting, when the time comes, bring my body back to report to the All-Knowing Weaver!"

Seeing the red-haired swordsman really going to take over the ancient battlefield, Ling Ting, who was always good at making decisions, hesitated for a moment - Ash just stepped on her psychological bottom line. If Ash asked for their world secrets, no one would pay attention to him. But the problem was that Ash wanted to take the ancient battlefield, Nagilfa and West were dead now, and Ling Ting had no intention of helping the Lord of the Infernal Abyss defend his world secrets.

Just to stop Ash and his men from seizing the ancient battlefield, she had to go to war with them and force Ash into a corner? If Ash really died, how would she explain it to the All-Knowing Weaver?

Moreover, Ash didn't take it himself, but let his lover take it. Even if Sword Princess raised Heaven to be promoted to God Lord, would the God Lords be afraid of her? Even better, Sword Princess would have to step into Heaven to be promoted to God Lord, and then that would be the home court of the four God Lords.

Vichy and the others looked at Ash in astonishment. No one dared to believe that Ash could actually bluff the angels at such a critical moment of life and death, and even used sweet words to make the angels acquiesce to Sword Princess to seize the ancient battlefield. Any woman who has lived with Ash for a period of time would not believe that he would be afraid of death and succumb to authority. Ash can only soften into a lesbian when facing girls. At other times, he is more like a spring. The harder you suppress him, the more determined he is to rebound. He would rather die than bounce you hard!

Just as Sonya was about to use her power to infiltrate the ancient battlefield, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind the Bell Ting Angel: "Ling Ting is not qualified to negotiate with you, so am I qualified?"

Everyone looked at the sky garden in shock. Even Ling Ting turned around and looked at the long-legged lady with long pink and purple hair in the garden pavilion. No one noticed when she appeared, as if she had been sitting there drinking afternoon tea and enjoying desserts since the beginning.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at Ash from a distance. Ash suddenly felt a trembling feeling as if his whole body and soul were seen through.

"Ah, this seems to be the first time you see me like this." She touched her face, "Actually, I still prefer the image in the Kingdom of Stars. Being lively and cute is more in line with my personality."

"Stop being disgusting, All-Knowing."

No demigod dared to say this, so the man who said this was a man who had stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His skin was as pale as snow, his black hair fell to his waist like a waterfall, his eyes were blood red like gemstones, and his soft and flexible wolf tail swung behind him, with ferocious fangs and sharp claws.

The sea of ​​blood took the initiative to lift his bony bare feet until his tall body reached the shore.

Whether it was the cold-blooded Blood Saint Fireworks or the impulsive Moon Shadow Autumn Leaf, the moment they saw him, they both flew down, knelt on one knee, and said in a trembling voice: "Ancestor, we..."

"It's not written in the agreement that we can descend by will. Besides, with eight angels in four secret worlds, we should be able to complete the mission anyway."

The flowing wind drew the outline, the flying flowers formed the body, the falling snow embellished the color, the moonlight covered the clothes, and a young man with orange hair and glasses quietly appeared in the flow of wind, flowers, snow and moon. He landed between the Demon Hunting Angel and the Angry Angel, waved his hand to indicate that they didn't need to salute, and sighed: "But I don't find it strange to see you all come down here."

"shame."

Sonia turned her head and saw a bony hand suddenly stretched out from the mass grave next to her. When Ash rushed over to carry her away, a blood-stained warrior crawled out of the mass grave. His hair was old and gray, his skin was like weathered rock, and his face was deeply carved by the years.

"I will teach West and Najirfa a lesson when I return." The old warrior gritted his teeth and said, "Until they wash away this shame, there will be no place for them in Valhalla!"

"And you," the old warrior turned to look at Sonia. Both Sonia and Ash, who was hugging her, felt the pain of being pierced by his gaze. "You want to be the master of the ancient battlefield? You want to be the master of this ancient battlefield that gathers all the brave warriors from ancient times to the present? Even if I let you take it, can you get the recognition of the ancient battlefield!?"

"Of course they can become the masters of the ancient battlefield." The purple-haired lady smiled and said, "As long as Ash is willing to cooperate with us, what does it matter if we help the little girl take charge of the ancient battlefield? Don't you want to let her go?"

"Well, let's talk, Ash Hiss."

At this moment, the angels lowered their eyelids and stopped talking, leaving only four pairs of eyes looking at Ash.

"Angels can't make the decision, but we can." She smiled and said, "You are the first person in history to negotiate with us at the same time."

The Omniscient Weaver.

The Lord of the Blood Moon.

The master of fantasy music.

The Lord of the Abyss.

Facing four gods at the same time, the pressure of the abyss and prison made Ash shake slightly. But he quickly calmed down and turned to look at the girls next to him. Sword Princess had no expression on her face, Witch had messy hair, Silver Lamp pursed her lips, Vichy turned her head away and didn't look at him, Deda Rose had a cold face, and Felix's body was shaking constantly, but his hands were tightly holding his supreme tail feathers...

Ash raised his head and bravely faced the gaze of the Omniscient Weaver.

Then, the two swords crossed each other, and the blades collided with each other, making a crisp sound of fighting.