A reign of terror
Mammon's cultivation had yet to reach the Body Refinement Stage, so he was naturally heavily injured by Sylvie's Nether Thunder.
When Ye Fan arrived beside him, the big black fatty's aura was already weak and his gaze was somewhat lax.
"Boss, his body is very weak. It seems that the dark magic of that poisonous woman, Sylvie, has corroded him!" Aziz said with a heavy expression.
Actually, there was no need for Aziz to say it. Ye Fan was also very clear that he was holding Mammon's pulse, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He could clearly feel that Mammon's life was already like a candle in the wind …
Being hit by a Legend rank expert was definitely not a joke. Even though he had escaped death many times in the Holy War, this time, Mammon was not so lucky.
The weak Mammon's eyelids trembled, as if he realized that Ye Fan was right beside him. A hand covered in blood grabbed Ye Fan's wrist with great difficulty.
Boss... Fortunately. "Before I leave, I can still see you once …" The corner of Mammon's mouth curled up.
Ye Fan forcefully grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, you must hold on! I will think of a way to save you! I... "I …"
Ye Fan tried his best to think of a way to save Mammon's life, but even the information he had read about the Earth Axis could not be used at a time like this.
He was a human, not a god. It was impossible for him to save any kind of injury.
Mammon was already at the end of his rope. This kind of damage to his entire body was too tragic, unless he cultivated the Demon Summoning Technique like Sylvie and relied on a non-human power to revive, but that was obviously not realistic …
"Heh …" Mammon's voice became lower and lower, "Unfortunately …" I can no longer, give my brothers … Send planes, send artillery shells …
Boss... I'm on the island, in my own residence … There was a document hidden under the desk … There were all my connections to my family, my ammunition warehouse … All of my subordinates' contact information …
When Sally Ye wakes up, let her take over my business … Continue to do it for you. For... For... "For …"
Mammon opened his eyes. Before he could finish his words, he no longer breathed …
At the side, Azazel, Asmuntis, and the others all had tears in their eyes. Their hearts felt as if they were being cut by knives. They beat their feet and stomped their chests, shouting to vent the grief and anger in their hearts.
Ye Fan squatted beside Mammon's corpse, as if his soul had been sucked out. His eyes were empty for a long time.
After more than ten minutes, Ye Fan stretched out a hand, closed Mamen's eyelids with a trembling hand, and stood up expressionlessly …
"Everyone, listen up …"
Ye Fan turned around, his throat low, but every word was sonorous.
The people of INFERNO stopped grieving and looked at him one by one.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pointed at the distant sea, "Pain and sadness can't bring us anything!
OLD-ONES, Sacred Royal Court, their ships are still floating on the sea that belongs to us!
Their people are still in their own territory, waiting for us to perish, waiting for their Legendary experts to bring back the good news of victory!
Six years ago, we sacrificed countless brothers and defeated them. Today, six years later, they came to our territory and killed our brothers who were as close as brothers!
We are not gods, we cannot save our dead brothers … But, they say that we are demons, so let us, in the way of demons, carry out a blood sacrifice for our dead brothers!
Azazel, Asmuntis, and the others all revealed fanatical fighting spirit. They couldn't help but raise their fists high and shout, "Divine-Wrath! Divine-Wrath！！ … "
Ye Fan's eyes were red as he loudly ordered, "Leviathan! Send all your ships over!!
The magnesium army has already scrammed. The next battle will be a purely underground war. I want you to sink all of those guys' ships!
Other than your damned Cuttlefish Pirate Flag, I don't want to see any other flag floating on the sea! Do you hear me!? "
"I vow to complete the mission! MY-PRINCE!!”
The Leviathan punched its chest, its face ferocious.
"Azazel! I don't care where all the troops of Bahamut are in the world right now, and I don't care what they're going through!
I want them to destroy all the Sacred Royal Court's Holy Halls in the world within two days! Destroy all the strongholds of the old rulers! I want to plant the Star Flag of Bahamut in their churches, in their strongholds!
Azazel knelt on one knee. "Yes!" MY-PRINCE！！”
After Ye Fan gave the order, he walked down the mountain and waved his hand, "Asmuntis, come with me!"
Asmuntis, who was waiting for orders, asked, "King, where are we going?"
"Bring all the assassins you can bring, and follow me …" Kill! "
… ….
In the Central Plains of China, in a mountainous area shrouded in clouds and mist, there was a hidden territory that no one knew about.
There were some mountain farmers and herb gatherers who would know of this place. Legend has it that it was the place where immortals lived in seclusion.
Some mountain climbers and explorers wanted to enter but were unable to. Some fainted for no reason and were sent out of the mountain range. Some went around and around, unable to enter the depths of the mountain.
The Dreamcloud Mountain was the location of the Ghost Valley, which was known as the "Omnipresent".
A large number of ancient buildings, with the characteristics of various dynasties, were located on the mountain, scattered all over the place.
Waterwheels, pavilions, ropes, gangways, and all sorts of chains and mechanisms used to transport items and documents made this place look very classical and mysterious.
A large number of Ghost Valley members had served the Ghost Valley for generations. The Ghost Valley rarely recruited new members from the outside in order to ensure their own concealment and loyalty.
Every day, there were busy intelligence personnel walking back and forth. With the progress of the times, not only were there primitive messenger pigeons, but there were also network communications. The Ghost Valley even had its own independent hacker team.
No one knew how all the information about the Ghost Valley came from, and even the Ghost Valley's Heavenly Master didn't know everything.
Because there was too much information about the Ghost Valley, there were dozens of stewards in charge. Each steward had their own set of intelligence gathering plans and methods.
These stewards rarely cooperated with each other and did not interfere with each other. Even the Ghost Valley's Heavenly Master had no right to interfere with their work. All stewards were only responsible to the Elders Guild.
The balance between the Heavenly Master, the Elders Guild and the upper echelons of the Ghost Valley, as well as the two great families of the Ghost Valley, made it difficult for every force in the Ghost Valley to have a conflict.
It was precisely because of the stability of the Ghost Valley that they were able to maintain their intelligence work more efficiently. This was also the foundation of the Ghost Valley, which had been passed down for thousands of years.
In the center of the Ghost Valley, there was an irregular tower. It was made of all sorts of irregular polygons and was over a hundred meters tall. It was surrounded by a large number of huge iron chains, maintaining the stability of the tower.
This tower was called "Dubhe", and it was the center of power of the Ghost Valley.
On one of the floors of the Dubhe Tower, in an antique room that looked like a study, a scholar with a feather fan and a silk scarf was leisurely sipping tea and flipping through a book.
At this time, a ghost slave dressed in black walked in from the door and knelt on the ground humbly: "Master, I just received information that the King of Hell has rushed to Purgatory Island. Mi Jia Lie and the White Queen have both been killed …"
I don't know why, but Lucifer doesn't seem to be affected by the genetic poison. His strength is still a mystery and can't be estimated. "
The scholar, who had a leisurely expression, frowned. He was stunned for a few seconds before slowly standing up and putting down the book.
He walked to the bleachers outside the study and looked at the vast and busy Ghost Valley in the fog. The man seemed to be deep in thought …
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