Black Fire Stone almost lost his cool.
It was said that only the demons who were particularly pious and pure to their ancestors could see the Pantheon of Demons in the clouds.
Black Fire Stone felt rather wronged. He had always been pious to his ancestors.
Although he didn't know who those ancestors were exactly and what they had done, wasn't he the one who paid the 'ancestor soul tax' the most every month? When his masters told him about the rules of his ancestors, he had never violated any of them, either.
It's all because of the stupid woman!
Black Fire Stone mumbled in his heart. In his anxiety, his eyes were soon covered in layers of blood streaks.
Seeing that he was the only one left in the entire Brute Hammer Troop, Black Fire Stone's eyes were red and swollen, and his head was dizzy again. In his fury and anxiety, his eyelids were twitching crazily, as if he had really seen a colorful light in the clouds.
"I see it! I see it! "
Black Fire Stone did not know whether or not the 'glorious Pantheon of Demons' looked like this, but he was so excited that he was shedding tears.
"That is the Pantheon of Demons. That is our home in the sea of stars!"
The golden-horned master waved his hammers and roared aggressively, "Let's go, warriors. Let's show the shameless, cowardly human beings the awesomeness of the Pangu bloodline!"
In the front, countless crimson fireflies were leading the way. The Black-Horned Pack Bulls, the Shooting Star Iron Bulls, and the Iron-Tailed Bulls … All the bulls had fire beaming out of their eyes, and the demonic energy spurting out of their nostrils condensed into rolling red clouds in midair!
Together, they launched an irregular, messy charge at the outposts of human beings!
Black Fire Stone's brain had been burnt into a mess by the neurostimulants. His tranquility was soon replaced by killing. At this moment, it was even harder for him to imagine what the 'glorious Pantheon of Demons' looked like.
His master had said that as long as he fought bravely, he would be able to ascend to the glorious Pantheon of Demons. Then, he would be able to ascend to the glorious Pantheon of Demons, and he would no longer have to worry about how to farm the two barren fields that were full of poisonous thorns and double-tailed scorpions. There would be countless delicacies in the Pantheon of Demons. There was no need to farm or mine. All they had to do was live a happy life!
Black Fire Stone did not know what "wine and meat" meant, nor did he know what "delicacies" meant. He only knew that they were all delicious food.
But even "very, very delicious things". Black Fire Stone did not even know what it tasted like. Since he was born, all the food that Black Fire Stone had eaten was barely enough to fill his stomach. It was definitely not 'very, very delicious'.
For some reason, in the last cluster of sparks in Black Flint's head, a shiny roasted chicken suddenly jumped out.
It was the scene of a large human village that he had seen in the illusion.
It was a very, very, very large village. It was so large that Black Fire Stone did not know how to describe it or any other details in a large village. He had long forgotten everything except the roasted chicken, which looked crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and was still bubbling and dripping with oil, which was being roasted carefully in an iron stove, was deeply etched into his brain. He even remembered the sound of the oil dripping on the charcoal clearly.
In every difficult night in the military camp, after he thought about his wife and his two children … Black Fire Stone had been pondering what a roasted chicken should taste like.
Should it be as tender as the 'Bitter Grass Worm' or as crisp as the 'Red Fern Root'?
Of course, Black Fire Stone had seen and caught chickens before, but he had never been willing to eat them. They were very precious.
Besides, their master did not allow them to eat them. Their master said that the cattle were born to eat grass. At the very least, all the black-blood cattle should eat grass. The best that they could do was to get some bugs to satisfy their cravings. It was the rule of their ancestors.
If they were to eat meat and fish, they would break the rule of their ancestors. They would not be able to go to the Pantheon of Demons after they died. Not just him, his wife and his children would not be able to go there, either.
I wonder, is there any roasted chicken in the 'glorious Pantheon of Demons'? If there is' meat and fish ', it should be permitted by our ancestors, right?
Black Fire Stone ran as fast as he could while letting his imagination run wild.
The black-blood cattle did not carry heavy weapons or armor. Their mission was to attack all the outposts, strongholds, and fortresses of human beings within their sight as soon as they were teleported to the Tian Yuan Realm so that they could clear all the obstacles for the follow-up troops of the Coalition Army of Demons. Or rather, they were to block all the possible firing points.
Black Fire Stone was running very fast. The burning feeling in his head made his blood boil. He felt that he had grown wings, and his soul had left the clumsy and ugly shell.
Thinking of the greasy roast chicken, he became more and more energetic. Like a roaring wind, he soon overtook all his companions, including Missing Ear, and was the first one to rush to the sentry post of the human race that was guarded by more than ten crystal railguns.
A confused smile appeared on Black Fire Stone's face. He wagged his tail at Missing Ear, retaliating for the guy's mockery just now.
Missing Ear was always like this. His arms and legs were weak, and he couldn't outrun him every time. It was a waste of his good muscles. No wonder his wife chose to follow him, and not Missing Ear, who had thicker and bigger horns.
If I really go to the Pantheon of Demons in the sky and see a roasted chicken, I'm definitely going to get half of it back for my wife and children!
Frowning, Black Fire Stone considered carefully how to steal a roasted chicken from the Pantheon of Demons with the few active brain cells that were left.
He had never stolen anything in his entire life!
The crystal cannons of the outpost of human beings in front of him were emitting colorful brilliance, just like the 'glorious Pantheon of Demons' that he had seen in the clouds.
Odd. Why is the Pantheon of Demons inside the cannons of human beings?
Black Fire Stone was puzzled. Suddenly, he found that he was flying high in the sky. His mouth was sticky, wet, and sour.
Is this the taste of a roasted chicken?
Black Fire Stone struggled, trying to move his tongue again to savor the indescribable taste.
He straightened his arms and waved crazily in midair, trying to grab the delicious, fat roasted chicken.
In the outpost of human beings on the opposite side …
With a beard and a red nose, he looked like a sentry who had been drunk all day. Looking at the increasing red spots on the light beam, he spat. He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground and mumbled, "Damn it!"
"How unlucky I am."
After the Battle of Dawn, almost all the towns and military bases of the Federation on the Grand Desolate Plateau had been destroyed. They were unable to maintain a long supply line or build an even larger war base in the north of the Grand Desolate Plateau.
Right now, the Federation had adopted the strategy of defense. Most of the elite troops had been concentrated in the Giant Blade Pass at the south of the Grand Desolate Plateau. More resources were allocated to the construction of a new Crystal Suit legion.
On the boundless desert at the north of the Grand Desolate Plateau, there were only a few outposts.
The outposts were not meant to resist the demons. It was more accurate to say that the outposts were supposed to send out alarms when the army of demons came and find out the actual situation of the demons.
The Union Army stationed in the outposts were well aware of their responsibilities and their fate when the demons arrived.
But this was war. The Xing Yao Federation was not good enough to craft a piece of magical equipment. On the Grand Desolate Plateau, where the environment was extremely complicated, it was not enough to replace the outposts.
The only thing the Union Army could do was to shorten the mission time of each outpost as much as possible. A batch of outposts would be replaced every seven days.
Every outpost, as long as they stayed here for seven days, would be given a month-long vacation to go home and reunite with their families.
This outpost had stayed here for seven and a half days.
The outpost that came to replace him encountered a thunderstorm on the way. The transport ship was hit by lightning. It was under emergency maintenance. He could only stay here for one more day.
Who knew!
The sentry's entire body was trembling, all ten of his fingers were dancing. He was a big and rough man. However, like a child who had been bullied, he began to cry in grievance.
"F * ck!"
The outpost cried. "F * ck! F * ck! F * ck! "
While crying, the outpost injected a tranquilizer into his neck, picked up a cigarette, and turned on the crystal processor. He quickly inputted everything he had observed.
As a series of data and pictures were transmitted to the back as spiritual waves, the outpost was slightly relieved, only to find that his nose was dripping to his lips.
The outpost wiped his tears and snot with his dirty sleeves. He took out his personal crystal processor from his pocket and triggered a light beam as if he were touching the most precious gem in the world.
This was the frontier of the Grand Desolate Plateau. The environment was too complicated to communicate with the Federation directly. The Union Army had its own rules, too. Soldiers were allowed to bring their personal crystal processors, but they were not allowed to connect to the Spiritual Nexus.
What he triggered was just a 3D picture stored in the crystal processor.
In the picture, there was a smiling woman with curly hair and a plump body, as well as two good-looking boys.
The bigger boy was even making funny faces at him.
The outpost smiled. Suddenly, he remembered that he had told his wife that he had quit smoking. He put out the cigarette in a hurry and picked his teeth with his tongue. Then, he kissed the illusory mystic rays with his hairy mouth and kissed the mystic rays into tiny ripples.
The outpost put the crystal processor next to him and picked up a crystal railgun.
The crystal railguns on fixed positions could be manipulated by the control crystal processor in the outpost. All he needed to do was to sit in front of the light beam and monitor it.
However, the outpost turned off the automatic firing mode of one of the crystal railguns and switched it to manual operation.
Under normal circumstances, a crystal railgun required three soldiers to operate manually.
The sentinel, however, gritted his teeth and used all the strength in his body to smash the crystal cells into the magazine one by one.
"Hum! Hum! Hum!
Hum! Hum! Hum! "Electric arcs danced on the three rails of the crystal railgun and spread to his arms, tearing his skin, nerves, and flesh apart!
The sentinel's tears turned red. He glanced at the broken ripples on the light beam for the last time. Taking a deep breath, he craned his head to the aiming position of the crystal railgun and narrowed his left eye, locking onto the demon in the front of the group.
It was a crazy bull.
He was running so fast that drops of blood were leaking out of his body. They were vaporized by the hot air and turned into a vague mist of blood, making his enormous body look even more hideous.
The crazy bull grinned hideously. His eyes, which were almost popping out of their sockets, were filled with fury. Bright yellow saliva was flowing out of his mouth, indicating that he was starving.
The outpost could totally imagine what would happen when such a fiend broke into the town.
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