"Did Grimm send you here?"
The clone of Thanksgiving asked calmly as if he was prepared for this. Dreams were too beautiful, but reality was too cruel. Ideals were ultimately defeated by human greed.
"What do you think?"
The clone of Blood Rain was wearing a bronze grimace mask. Even if he could not see his expression, he could imagine the cold and disdainful look on his face. He said gloomily, "Humans are born evil. You are just a dream memory that exists in Grimm's mind. You cannot be blamed for this mistake. Human nature is always driven by desire and punishment. Compromise will only make the desire grow endlessly! "
"Did Grimm ask you to convey these words?"
The Sorcerer's Will gathered on the clone of Thanksgiving was collapsing bit by bit. Its influence on the heart of the Void Fortress was gradually decreasing. This was the result of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerer Legion under the control of many Dawn Sages breaking away from the rules of Thanksgiving. It had basically cut off the possibility of the Fifteen-Rings Celestial Sorcerer raising his Sorcerer's Will prestige to a higher level through the Demon-Hunting Expedition.
"No, this is a personal gift from me to you. Hehe."
The bronze mask seemed to have some extraordinary ability. It must be something extraordinary for the clone of the Sorcerer King to wear it on his face. The clone of Thanksgiving also noticed this.
The blood rain in the sky had gradually stopped, and the chaotic rules gradually calmed down.
In this modern sorcerer command center guarded by more than a hundred Light Soul Fortresses, the clone of Blood Rain looked at the world filled with light green energy through the A.T. Field protective shield outside the crystal glass.
This was one of the few resource-based worlds in the Dark World that was heavily attacked by the sorcerers. The secret of the Agate Crystal in developing spiritual intelligence was not only useful for high-level sorcerers, but it was also very beneficial for improving the overall strength of the entire sorcerer race. Therefore, after the Eternal Sky City's Great Commander Phumerosius received the intelligence of this world, and coincidentally received the report from the Three-Star Celestial Sorcerer, he actually agreed and removed the Fifteen-Rings Celestial Sorcerer from his position.
Removing the subordinate generals from their posts did not mean that they would be freed. It was just a removal of their military authority. They would still have to participate in the Demon-Hunting Expedition, and they would have to obey the orders of the Great Commander Prometheus, the King of the Sorcerers!
The clone of Thanksgiving stood calmly with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes scanned the surroundings, but all the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers and the elders of the foreign tribes were no longer paying attention to him. He was like a forgotten statue in a corner.
"Sigh …"
The Thanksgiving Day clone knew that he had a weakness that he could not make up for.
Just like the Blood Rain doppelganger, he was not a complete life body with an independent chapter of consciousness. He was just a strand of Grimm's memory at a certain period of time. In essence, he was no different from Lafite, the source of darkness.
Aside from the countless low-level guards around the hall, there were more than a hundred Stigmata Sorcerers in the core area alone. More than forty World Lord-level tribal elders led more than a thousand tribal emissaries, gathered in this hall that was filled with the sci-fi feel of Vatti's quantum technology, attracting the attention of everyone present.
However, the Blood Rain doppelganger had long been accustomed to this. He took it for granted and did as he pleased.
The blood-colored eyes under the bronze mask swept across these gathered foreign tribes. Under the unbridled release of the dominator's coercion, these foreign World Lords no longer had the calmness they had when facing the Blood Rain doppelganger. They were like a small boat in a stormy sea that could be destroyed at any time, but they tried to maintain their proper posture and try not to embarrass themselves.
Soon, the Blood Rain doppelganger understood the general situation here.
He strolled to the front of the table step by step, ignoring the tribal elders who were haggling and negotiating with Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer. After casually flipping open the leather contract under the goose feather pen, he looked at it for a while. The leisure under the bronze mask of the Blood Rain doppelganger was gradually replaced by stiffness.
"What contribution did this Olio tribe make to the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion? Why is it not marked in the contract, but it gets so many rules and privileges?"
The Blood Rain doppelganger did not get an answer from Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer. He turned to look at the many Stigmata Sorcerers. The Stigmata Sorcerers seemed to have long been alienated from Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer. No one avoided anything and took the initiative to look at the Blood Rain doppelganger.
"You speak."
The Blood Rain doppelganger pointed at a Metal Terminator, Skynet Stigmata Sorcerer.
"Master, the Olio tribe did not make any contribution to the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Sorcerer Legion. Even before the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion completely conquered the Blazing Flame tribe, the Olio tribe was once a political marriage partner of the Blazing Flame tribe. They enjoyed extremely high rights and were one of the more tenacious resistance forces. The powerful force of this tribe also became their bargaining capital with Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer."
The words of this Stigmata Sorcerer, along with the overwhelming pressure of the Blood Rain doppelganger, made the Elder of the Olio tribe feel as if he had fallen into an ice abyss. His stooped old body could not help but tremble.
"Is this true?"
The voice of the Blood Rain doppelganger was uttered from the depths of his throat. It was extremely cold.
According to the conditions of the contract between Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer and the Olio tribe, that was at least the conditions that a third-class world of the Wizard Alliance could have. A tribe of a great world that was completely conquered by the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion could actually obtain such generous conditions. Unless they took the initiative to surrender to the Sorcerer Legion, it was absolutely impossible!
"Master, with all due respect, there is nothing wrong with Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer ruling the world with the concept of long-term peace and stability. But the mistake is that it should not have been done after conquering this world! With such generous conditions, how can we be worthy of those Demon-Hunting Sorcerers who sacrificed their lives to conquer this world? What will those other worlds that are still resisting the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion think if they know about this? Will they lose their fear of the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion because of this? Anyway, they can still obtain generous conditions after they are defeated! "
Elland Bell Tower Stigmata Sorcerer could no longer hold back the words in his heart. He spoke with righteous indignation.
"Hmm …"
The blood-red eyes stayed coldly on Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer for a moment. The Blood Rain doppelganger suddenly picked up the contract and tore it into two halves, burning in the air.
"Master, you!"
The Elder of the Orleo Tribe shouted in horror.
"Hehehe, hehehehe, a contract that has not been signed does not have the binding force of legal rules, it does not count."
Such a scene really made many of the Stigmata Sorcerers in the hall who had long been dissatisfied happy. Their hearts were full of admiration for this unknown Celestial that suddenly descended. This should be the style of the Sorcerers World!
"Sigh …"
On the other side, Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer, who had been stripped of his military rank, sighed and turned to leave without looking back. He still had that compassionate look on his face, but this pair of compassionate eyes was not only looking at those foreign races, but also at the Sorcerers present.
"In that case, you will have full authority to deal with this place. I will return to the Eternal Sky City."
The departure of Fifteen Rings Celestial Sorcerer did not attract the attention of many of the Stigmata Sorcerers present. The Blood Rain doppelganger did not even have any expression. He looked at the contracts one by one, and the more he looked, the more sinister his sneer became.
The Elder of the Orleo Tribe who had lost his soul raised his head reluctantly. At this time, he finally felt a little annoyed at his previous haggling over the details of the negotiations. If he had known earlier, he would have signed the contract earlier.
Now that he was facing this new Celestial Sorcerer, he was afraid that the good days of the Orleo Tribe in the future would be completely over.
Extremely annoyed and heartbroken, the Elder of the Orleo Tribe said in a low voice, "Although the Orleo Tribe used to be close to the Blazing Flame Tribe, now that the Blazing Flame Tribe has perished, the Orleo Tribe will never resist again. They only hope to be able to obtain the rights to rest and recuperate. Therefore, they listened to the call of the Sorcerers, laid down the war chess, and …"
Poof!
The Elder of the Orleo Tribe with a stooped figure was halfway through his sentence. Suddenly, with a poof, the Blood Rain doppelganger that attacked at close range killed him with a blow.
After the huge head rolled away, it was instantly sucked dry by the attached Blood Rain law, turning into a skeleton. The skinny, stooped body holding the bone staff stood for a moment, then fell down with a bang.
No one expected such a change.
The people in the hall were stunned by this sudden change. In an instant, it became a deathly stifling atmosphere, and they could not believe what was happening in front of them.
"Hehehe, the war is only halfway through, and these stupid barbaric creatures actually fell for the trap. All of you, stay! Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, listen to my command, kill, this world only needs level-six slave creatures! "
The cold words not only made many of the foreign tribes dumbfounded, but also many of the Stigmata Sorcerers looked at everything like a statue.
This negotiation was actually a trap, a trap set up by the cunning and evil Sorcerers, with the purpose of making the elders of the various tribes fall into the trap?
On the other side, the Sorcerers' faces also became extremely ugly. The war that had already ended with the arrival of the Blood Rain Ruler had started again.
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