Chapter 132 Fire at me!

The withered yellow earth was painted black by the dried blood, and everywhere you looked there were broken limbs and corpses scattered all over the ground.

This is the fifth level of the maze, outside the camp of the Crusher Skull Tribe.

At this moment, this remote place far away from hell is more like hell than any other place within a thousand miles!

even--

The scene was so bloody that even the demons in the Demon City Arena couldn't help but swallow their saliva and tense their nerves...

Amid the rolling yellow sand, a headless warrior in heavy armor knelt on the ground.

The long sword supporting the armor had been broken into two pieces, and his plate armor was covered with pits and wounds of varying sizes.

Even a silver-level warrior could not withstand the besieging attack of a group of ogres and the continuous sneak attacks from the goblins' slings.

The extraordinary are also mortals, and there is a distance of the Styx between them and the gods.

Especially, there is a strong man opposite him who is not inferior to him.

Standing in front of the headless corpse, Kasen Skullbreaker spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and put the severed head on his waist.

Judging from the armor on the corpse, this person should be a centurion, but his strength is slightly higher than that of the head of his clan! What a joke! I am just a little bit away from reaching the gold level!

And when it comes to his proud combat experience, he has no reason to be at a disadvantage. He has come all the way from the dimensional desert to here, and he has the arrogance to be no less than anyone! However, even so, looking at the rolled blade in his hand, his bloodthirsty and fanatical pupils finally stained with a trace of fear——

There are probably five more people on the opposite side with similar strength to this guy!

The fact that the Demon King had such a strong direct force was beyond his expectations!

This regular army of 500 people alone has surpassed the entire Grey Wind Tribe on the fourth floor in terms of combat effectiveness - that group of pointy-eared people who only dare to curl up in the misty forest.

Even if Tyrael Moonblade has gold-level strength, his overall combat power is difficult to compare with this group of guys...

Fortunately, their opponents seemed to realize that they were facing a tough nut to crack, and after suffering nearly 20% casualties, they decisively chose to retreat.

Kasen did not choose to pursue, but ordered the troops to retreat.

The Skullbreakers also need to regroup.

Ogre priests would heal their wounded tribesmen, while the surviving warriors would eat their dead brothers and sisters.

Next time——

He will never lose! Kasen gritted his teeth, turned and walked through the gate of the camp, walked towards his majestic and awe-inspiring skeleton throne with heavy steps, and threw the head of the killed silver-level demon under the skull throne.

Ogres have a habit of collecting heads.

The skulls of powerful prey are not only excellent ornaments for them, but also medals symbolizing wealth and status.

Besides him, many ogre warriors also brought back the spoils.

At this moment, Kasen, who was looking around the camp, suddenly fell on a corpse pierced by a spear.

An ogre warrior with a scar on his chest laughed wildly. Amid the shrill laughter and cheers of a group of goblins, he set the corpse on fire and stuck it next to the tribe's totem pole.

The raging flames instantly engulfed the body doused in hot oil, making it look like a strange torch! Kasen stared at the raging flames, and for some reason he couldn't move his eyes away, watching it burn to charcoal, leaving only a shocking skeleton on the spear.

The scene was so beautiful that it couldn't help but hold its breath, and its cloudy pupils glowed with desire...

What a perfect trophy.

Why hadn't he noticed it before?

Watching the flames about to burn out, the ogre warrior prepared to pull out the spear with the enemy's corpse stuck in it, but was stopped by Kasen, who was sitting on the throne.

“Leave it there and let it keep burning.”

Hearing the leader's voice, the ogre warrior was slightly stunned, then bowed and left his spear there... along with the burning skeleton.

Kasen stared at the burning torch in a trance, and his pupils, which were filled with desire, seemed to be filled with a faint intoxicated light.

He saw more than just fire.

It's more than just burning bones.

It was the end of the fate of all things! He had never felt that wonderful before. He suddenly realized that he was like a poet, and the bloody battlefield was the poem he wrote on the earth.

But would anyone really notice this? He, who had never been sentimental, suddenly felt a little regretful.

However, in just a moment, the regret was replaced by a stronger desire.

Someone can see it!

He could feel that a pair of eyes were looking at this place, overlooking the entire land, and even the entire world surrounded by chaos! That sight seemed to come from the void, farther than any other distance!

It was at this moment that a mysterious voice appeared in his ears, injecting inexhaustible power into his tired and swollen body! "Kill them all--"

"Let them burn!"

"Pleasure me with their dead bodies!"

"Who are you!" Kasen growled, looking around with a fierce gaze, looking for the source of the voice.

Unfortunately, however, he found nothing.

However, the muddy voice did not let him live in a riddle, but confessed all that confused him just as it confessed its bloodthirsty desire.

"Kalmanders."

"Or - you can call me the flame that destroys everything!"

Kasen was still immersed in the illusion, but the ogres seemed to have realized how to please their king.

They pierced the corpses they picked up from the battlefield with spears, regardless of whether they were friend or foe, lit them like torches, and stuck them into the dry and cracked ground in the camp.

No one told them to do it.

But all of them made pretty much the same choice.

That seems to be a collective unconscious behavior.

Or maybe he was guided by some great will...

In short, after they completed this ritual-like behavior, they soon felt the joy from the bottom of their hearts.

The pain no longer seemed to be pain.

It's a medal given by God.

An endless supply of power gushed out from the burning corpse, and they would continue to fight with that inexhaustible power.

The voice in the dark told them——

The more you kill, the stronger you will become!

The old high priest also looked up at the king sitting on the skeleton. For a moment of trance, he seemed to see the "Big Stomach King" who devoured everything sitting there.

That incomparable majesty and grandeur was so similar to the legendary Him! It was as if that Lord had come to the mortal world in person! "Praise our king!"

The high priest knelt on the ground tremblingly and offered a prayer from the heart, even though it was just a beautiful misunderstanding.

Under the leadership of the high priest, a group of ogre priests also prostrated themselves on the ground.

At this moment, they also felt the power filling their bodies, as if it was inexhaustible!

Not far away, Kasen Skullbreaker, who was accepting the worship of his tribesmen, also realized the changes that were gradually happening to him.

His fat seemed to be thicker, and his skin was as tough as dragon skin, invulnerable to swords and guns like a real city wall! The entire tribe fell into a carnival of celebrating blood and slaughter.

But no one noticed that the cauldron of prosperity had cooled down and was no longer bubbling.

And the blazing flames were emitting an ominous aura...

…

Endless malice spreads in the darkness.

At this moment, neither the audience in the Magic City Arena nor Xino Dragun on the battlefield were aware of this.

It's not their fault.

After all, chaos is not something that can be seen at a glance, especially at such a long distance.

Faced with the ogre army that fought to the death, even though Xino was unwilling to give in, he had to give the order to retreat.

This does not mean he has admitted defeat.

It is a temporary detour.

The ogres were smart enough not to catch up.

Looking at the battlefield getting farther and farther away, Xino, riding on his warhorse, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he saw his subordinates in a miserable state, his heart, which had just relaxed, couldn't help but be nervous again.

Nearly 100 casualties...

This is probably the heaviest loss since the establishment of "Hellfire"!

What’s even more terrible is that in addition to the deaths of ordinary soldiers, a valuable silver-level centurion was also killed on the battlefield!

He didn't even know how to explain it to his brother.

"Oh shit!"

Xino spat fiercely on the ground, his chest burning with hatred and anger. He wished he could tear those ogres into pieces and throw them into the fire!

Generally speaking, siege warfare in a duel would not be this intense, and it was rare for troops to fight to the death for the glory of the nobles.

This is why the nobles of both sides did not meet on the battlefield.

According to the unwritten tacit understanding, the attackers will not pursue the fleeing defenders, and the defenders are allowed to surrender when the situation is hopeless.

However, what broke Xino's defense was that the group of ogres in front of him seemed to have taken drugs, and they rushed towards him desperately.

Nearly a hundred of his men died, and the enemy's casualties were conservatively estimated to be ten times his, perhaps as much as twenty times! But these guys refused to surrender.

I didn't see these cannon fodders being so brave when they were fighting against humans, so why did they get so angry when they were fighting among themselves? !

The more Xino thought about it, the angrier he became, especially when he thought about the crowd of spectators watching in the arena in Magic City. He became even more furious.

He could tell with his toes that there would be boos from the audience at this moment.

The only thing to be thankful for was that his opponent was really bad at the siege.

Although he couldn't see the situation at Black Wind Castle, he could guess with his toes that a thousand goblins could not possibly capture the heavily guarded castle.

Not to mention one thousand, even ten million wouldn’t be enough!

The exhausted team retreated to the vicinity of the teleportation array. When Xino was about to arrange for people to stand guard, he found a skeleton soldier approaching.

Shino thought it was just a monster in the maze and didn't take it seriously. He was just about to deal with it when he heard the skeleton soldier speaking in human language.

"Don't do it! I mean no harm!"

Although the game officials have issued an announcement prohibiting players from participating in the game CG, there are still people who want to rub the edge of the rules.

For example, this player with the ID [Supreme Daddy] is like this.

Although you can't sneak into the set during a story animation, since this is obviously an intermission between scenes being filmed, I don't think it will be a big problem!

Looking at the talking skeleton in front of him, Xino showed a surprised expression on his face, but he did not put down the battle axe in his hand and asked in a stern voice.

"Who are you?"

The Supreme Nanny replied immediately.

"We are the minions of the Demon Lord! We are here to help you!"

Xino sneered and put away the battle axe.

"I don't need your help, just stand away and don't get in the way."

The devil's subordinates actually came to help him.

Xino couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

It seems that this demon king is not very popular.

After waiting for a long time without seeing any red card, the Supreme Daddy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained.

"I don't mean help, I mean trade!"

Shino frowned.

"trade?"

"That's right," the Supreme Daddy nodded repeatedly. He took out a tube of potion from his waist pocket and sold it earnestly, "Take a look at the healing potion! One tube only costs 10,000 underworld coins, and it's good for Warcraft! Do you want one?"

This thing is sold for 1,000 ghost coins in the NPC store, but usually no one buys it.

After all, the current server is still dominated by skeleton soldiers, so that thing is of no use at all.

Xino was slightly stunned, and was about to say that he had some, but he found that the various potions in his waist bag seemed to have been used up in the previous battle.

After a moment's silence, he looked back at his subordinates, then looked at the skeleton soldiers in front of him, and whispered.

"I'll probably need more than 50 of these...how many do you have?"

Upon hearing this, the Supreme Daddy's eyes lit up and he immediately said.

"I only have five on me! But if you need it, I can ask my friend to send some more!"

Hearing this, Xinuo was delighted and spoke quickly.

"Then bring more, I want them all! By the way, what is ghost money? I only have Keira here, do you want any?"

Keira, this thing works all over hell.

However, to his surprise, the skeleton soldier shook his head and said as a matter of course.

"Dude, I'm a dead man, do you think I need that thing?"

Shino was stunned, then continued.

"Then...what should I do? I don't have ghost money..."

The Supreme Nanny quickly spoke in a persuasive tone.

"It's okay. You can use the dead - cough! What I mean is that you can exchange those equipments that you don't need for the time being! For example, a set of armor... How about I give you 100,000 ghost coins? For the damaged equipment, this price is very fair!"

Hearing these explicit words, Xino didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

He even suspected that Luo Yan had deliberately arranged this to mock him.

but--

You might as well take advantage of this.

Xino weighed the options in his mind.

Although the armor of the "Hell Flame" Heavy Infantry Regiment is valuable, it is only about 100,000 or 200,000 Kailas, which is not outrageously expensive.

Besides, damaged equipment needs to be replaced.

If he could exchange the equipment that was originally going to be eliminated for some healing potions, not only would his subordinates be able to recover their health, but at least one-third of the wounded would be able to return to the battlefield.

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After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Xino finally convinced himself and nodded with gritted teeth.

"make a deal!"

Seeing that the NPC in front of him agreed to the deal, the Supreme Daddy said in ecstasy.

"Thank you for your patronage! I'll arrange for my friend to deliver the goods right away."

Shino didn't have to wait long.

A trotting skeleton soldier quickly brought him the healing potion he needed.

It's not even just the healing potions and the skeleton soldiers that deliver them.

A large group of monsters who smelled business opportunity also gathered around.

They were carrying large and small bags, and some were pushing carts, and they actually set up stalls near the teleportation array.

The entire temporary military camp turned into a vegetable market.

Looking at the cart emitting the aroma of food not far away, the demon warriors swallowed their saliva and felt that the dry food in their hands suddenly lost its fragrance.

I don’t know what’s burning in that iron bucket, but the smell is so tempting!

Looking at his hungry subordinates, Xino gritted his teeth and wanted to ignore the fragrance, but he swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

He was a little hungry after a big battle. The minions of the devil seemed to have seen this and deliberately put food in front of him to tempt him to eat.

Well then!

Xino finally convinced himself that this was to boost the morale of his subordinates, so he walked up to the iron barrel that was emitting the fragrance and asked.

"What is this?"

Gou Shi said with a chuckle.

“Baked sweet potatoes!”

"How do you sell it?"

"100 ghost money each!"

So expensive!

Xino felt a pang of pain, but when he thought that a set of tattered armor could be exchanged for 100,000 ghost money, he suddenly felt that it was not so expensive.

"Give me a thousand!"

Gou Shi was so surprised that he wanted to hug this guy and give him a kiss. He quickly asked someone to help deliver the goods while pouring all the stock into the iron bucket.

"Okay, brother! I'll grill it for you right away!"

…

The battlefield, which was filled with deafening sounds of fighting a second ago, is now filled with smoke from cooking.

As more and more people set up stalls, there were not only people roasting sweet potatoes, but also people selling wine and drinks, grilled skewers, pancakes... In short, there was everything.

Upon hearing that there was a group of wealthy suckers on the fifth floor of the maze, all the professional players who used to make a living by exploiting adventurers in Misty Town came over.

Someone has already tested the development team's bottom line for them.

As long as you don't directly participate in the battle, it seems that you will not be locked up in a small dark room.

Looking at the fragrant snack stand, the demon warriors sitting on the ground swallowed their saliva, their faces full of struggle and desire.

It's not even just them.

Even in the audience seats of the Magic City Arena, there were sounds of people swallowing saliva.

At this time, the demon host with four arms seemed to have finally found the opportunity to speak, and he complained in an indescribable tone.

"It's incredible... the red and blue teams actually started a fire and cooked at the same time? It seems that they plan to save the decisive battle for the night."

“…”

"This piece of trash!"

Kamu Dragun, who was sitting in the VIP box, cursed inwardly and turned his gaze to another large floating screen.

Fortunately, it wasn't just his brother who was greedy, a certain demon king was the same.

There were already more than a dozen fires in his pasture, and on each fire was a skinned hell-goat.

The big screen in the arena would occasionally give a close-up of the roasted golden goats, making the audience in the arena drool.

Although they couldn't smell the enticing aroma, just the sight of the sizzling food was enough to whet the appetites of the demons.

"Will it taste good if baked like this?" Principal Ivan muttered to himself, suddenly becoming curious.

Caesar, who was standing next to him, obviously enjoyed it more than he would. He stroked his chin, looked at it for a long time, and gave a pertinent comment.

"I saw him hollow out the goat's internal organs and stuff the goat's stomach with spices. This way, the aroma of the spices would penetrate into the meat under the charcoal fire, but it wouldn't overwhelm the aroma of the meat itself... It's quite interesting."

This rough roasting method was also the first time he had seen it.

He would ask his servants to get one to try later.

In the VIP box on the other side, Mia's stomach was growling and she kept swallowing saliva, looking curious and wanting to taste it.

Since the red team hadn't started fighting yet, she almost forgot that there was a siege battle in front of her.

Apparently she wasn't the only one who had forgotten about the game. Lady Serena, who was standing nearby with her arms folded, also had a suspicious expression on her face.

Her interest in food was not as strong as her daughter's, but she became more and more curious about what the young man was going to do.

"Is he trying to drag the game to a draw and then win by calculating the points?"

A certain vampire once had the same thought.

Hearing his wife's words, Festing smiled faintly, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, and spoke in a chatty tone.

"If this was his original intention, then there was no need for him to accept the duel proposed by the second son of the Dragun family."

Hell is different from the surface.

Although a victory achieved by taking shortcuts is still a victory, it will not be recognized by anyone and may even be ridiculed.

After all, breaking a contract here is like eating and drinking water. Apart from the rules set by His Majesty the Demon God, other rules are not called rules at all. Even the rules set by His Majesty the Demon God are often only valid in the Demon City.

The meaning of a duel has never been to reach an unreliable contract, but to completely conquer the opponent.

In hell, that works better than any contract.

Serena looked at her husband with bright eyes.

"you mean?"

Festing didn't say much, just briefly.

"Keep watching... I'm sure he's playing a big game, and everyone will be surprised by him in the end."

"Why do you talk as if you know him so well?" Mia looked at her father suspiciously and said with some doubt in her voice.

Festing laughed and said in a friendly manner.

"After all, he's the one my precious daughter likes, so of course I have to keep an eye on him."

Mia's cheeks turned red when she heard this. She was usually spoiled and arrogant, but now she became coy.

"I've said it many times, it's not what you think, it's just..."

"It's just a relationship between superiors and subordinates, right? I understand." When he said this, a hint of nostalgia suddenly appeared on Festing's face, and he subconsciously looked at his wife beside him.

Feeling her husband's fiery gaze, Lady Serena smiled reservedly, with a hint of nostalgia at the corners of her mouth.

“I really miss it.”

Every time she sees her daughter, she is reminded of her younger self.

Smelling the greasy sour smell, Mia couldn't help rolling her eyes and pressed her burning forehead against the cold floor-to-ceiling glass.

At this time, a new change finally appeared in the center of the Red Team's big screen.

The Demon King's roasted whole lamb is finally finished! ...

Finally it was done! Not only did the audience in the arena breathe a sigh of relief, but Luo Yan, who was standing at the scene, also finally showed an expression of accomplishment.

It’s not easy! It’s really not easy!

In order to teach these little devils the correct grilling techniques, Luo Yan first went to the official website to look up players' guides, then personally demonstrated how to grill, and finally, together with this group of trouble-making guys, he managed to restore the roasted whole lamb on Earth to a nearly perfect state.

Although there are no spices such as cinnamon and star anise in hell, there are similar substitutes.

After grinding all those messy spices into powder and mixing them with chopped nuts and minced chili, the taste is almost the same as the classic barbecue dip.

At the same time, not only the eighteen roasted whole lambs on the grill were completed, but also the twelve magic crystal cannons on the edge of the cliff.

This is the work of Tieyacheng!

Ever since the battle in the Misty Forest, he had ordered the magic workshops in Ironfang City to produce a batch of cannons that could be disassembled and used.

In order to improve the latter's production efficiency, he also lent Miranda to the workshop of Anxunsi Group, allowing it to use unpopular metal magic to cooperate with the latter to process parts.

Necropolis requires defensive weapons.

Especially "anti-big weapons".

This is not only to deal with the threats above ground, but also to deal with the traitors underground.

However, what Luo Yan didn't expect was that this batch of artillery had not yet been used in the maze, but was first moved to the Magic City.

It’s hard to say—

This thing will open up the market earlier than Stoneman’s defense!

Not far away, Ok, who was directing his men to build a position, came running over happily, stood at attention in front of Luo Yan, raised his head and chest and saluted.

"Report to the Demon King! The artillery is ready! It can be fired at any time!"

The encouraged Oak seemed to be reborn, his spirit and energy were completely different from before, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"good!"

Luo Yan nodded in appreciation and threw a freshly cut roasted leg of lamb to the flattered Ou Ke.

This is not the end yet.

He called over a few goblins to help the little demons who were in charge of grilling the meat, and together they pushed eighteen whole roasted lambs to the battlefield.

Looking at the goblins swallowing their saliva, he spoke loudly in a booming voice.

"I promised you guys that I would give you some meat. Now I'm going to fulfill my promise - give me some meat! Remember! Give the lamb legs and ribs to the most capable cowards!"

Looking at the generous Demon King, the goblins on the battlefield burst into excited cheers, their eyes filled with tears of emotion.

The Demon King actually prepared food for them himself!

And it was steaming hot roasted lamb! No host had ever treated them so kindly! Of course——

Kindness is just the most inconspicuous medal on that gentleman's chest.

They would not worship the Virgin Mary who was only kind but without power. The real reason why they sincerely prostrated themselves before this Lord was because of his incomparable strength and the word "Nuo Bu La" that touched their hearts! This word seemed to have a magical power that firmly grasped their hearts and even their souls, making them willing to give up everything.

They themselves haven't realized what it is yet.

But Luo Yan knew it clearly.

That's identity.

It is also the embryo of nationalism that was born after the Enlightenment.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

"Long live the Demon King!!"

"Long live the coward!!!"

Looking at the cheering goblins, Luo Yan, with a happy smile on his face, pointed to the antique-like castle three kilometers away, announcing the end of an era.

"Let our enemies tremble in the roar of cowardice! Let their screams and wails accompany our banquet!"

"Now! Aim your magic crystal cannon at the castle! And stuff the magic crystal into the filling hole - just use the method that Oak taught you!"

"The party has begun!"

"Fire at me!!!"

(End of this chapter)