() When the state reached intimacy, Master Shan launched another silver bullet attack and asked the question anxiously again.

Maka was dressed in high-end women's clothing, painted with make-up and powder. She held up a small carved mirror and looked around to take pictures. She was extremely beautiful. When she heard Shan Ye mention the old things again, her face suddenly darkened: "You really don't want to give up.

Little guy!" The voice was low, but there was no anger.

Master Shan handed over a bottle of high-end perfume made from white orchids, which immediately blew away the cloud of yin on Uncle Maca's face.

"Hmm~! This scent is good, it matches me very well~!", "Spray!" "Spray!" The fragrance filled his nose, and Mr. Shan's smile did not diminish, and he handed over a delicate pastry and black tea, attracting Ma's attention.

Uncle Ka felt happy for a while.

I only have a taste of pastries, but I also like black tea.

Sipping the black tea gently and elegantly, letting the slightly sweet taste reverberate in her mouth, Maka slowly opened her eyes, a flash of sigh flashed across her eyes: "It seems that you have got the stomach bag." After a pause,

It’s like I’m savoring the aroma of black tea, but also like I’m recalling something: “I feel your persistence, and it’s not a bad idea to give you my stomach.”

Master Shan smiled and waited quietly.

Maka stood up, with a look of seriousness on her face covered in makeup and greasy scales: "You have to know that the underground world is all about equal exchange."

Mr. Shan nodded expressionlessly and continued to wait.

Maka sighed slightly, her expression a little lonely, and her voice became low: "The reason why I protect Dali so much is because she saved my life..."

"Since you and Dali are worthy of each other, I can't help but be merciful..."

Half an hour later, Shan Ye walked out of Maka's residence and returned to the Marshal's Mansion with a slight frown on his eyebrows.

After playing around with Bella for a while, Shanye returned to the room and slowly thought about the message he got from Maka.

Before Maka became powerful, she was rescued by Dali. Because of saving Maka that time, Dali was imprisoned on death row by a half-demon, so Maka has always been very grateful to Dali.

By the time he fought desperately to kill a powerful summoned beast, the experimental base where Dali was located had disappeared.

Encountering Dali again, Maca immediately joined the resistance and secretly protected Dali.

Mr. Shan only briefly heard about the rights and wrongs between the two of them. Later, the news about the stomach sac was the key.

It turns out that the reason why Maka is so powerful is entirely due to his summoned beast.

Lizardmen have enslaved various non-human species for generations because they have an innate psychic communication. Although they can only vaguely communicate with beasts, it is enough for the Lizardmen to gain a foothold in the underground world.

Maka was just a very ordinary lizard man before. In order to save Dali, he stole the secret strategy hidden in a big family at the cost of one of his left legs.

This secret strategy goes back a long time and records the information and location of a powerful beast sleeping deep underground. The family sent people to search for it many times but to no avail, and slowly gave up.

Maca tried her best to search for the swamp for ten years. She accidentally got a clue from a local swamp cave dweller.

After that...Maka skipped it and only said that this strange beast was conquered by him and that the source of its power was the stomach pouch.

Devouring pure and huge energy increases the number of stomach pouches. Whenever the stomach pouches increase, they will feed back to the host. As long as the energy is sufficient, the host can be promoted from an ordinary person to a professional in a few days.

Because they are connected by blood, this kind of improvement is very safe and fast. The only disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of energy. And the purity requirements are very high.

Maka's condition is to get him a large amount of pure energy, and he will trade it with Shan Ye for a stomach pouch.

The thing is very good, but how to obtain pure energy is stumping Mr. Shan.

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Another day passed, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots and laughter. The resistance soldiers who had finished their exercise came to the restaurant with their shoulders crossed and their backs covered in sweat, laughing and laughing.

"Huh? There are so few people today?" A gray-skinned rebel with crimson arms glanced at the empty restaurant and asked with some confusion.

My companion looked at the restaurant, also a little puzzled, but he was quickly attracted by the exquisite food placed on the table: "Look, the food today is great, there are a lot of meat dishes!"

Soon, everyone's attention was attracted by the food, and no one paid attention to the disappearing companions.

The same scene appeared in every restaurant. Everyone was a little confused, but they didn't care.

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The cool night wind blew by, lifting up Dali's long hair. Juanjuan's green silk hair blew by, and the fragrance of her hair floated. Dali's expression was sad, and she stood on a high ground outside the cave where she was stationed, looking past the obstacles.

It fell on those resistance fighters who were still ignorant and laughing.

They had joyful smiles on their faces, full of hope for life, and very satisfied with the current situation. Their only thought was to defeat the tyrannical half-demon. This belief supported them and encouraged them. It was they who insisted on it and fought for it.

The motivation for sacrifice.

Her vision gradually blurred, and a drop of cool liquid slid down Dali's cheek, fell to the ground, and splashed with droplets. Dali's heart felt uncomfortable, her eyes were astringent, and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She choked with sobs and was in deep pain.

, grabbing Dali's big scaly hand with one hand.

Shan Ye nodded heavily, with a hint of silent comfort and determination in his eyes: "Sister, the one who achieves great things..." Dali waved her hand to stop Shan Ye, stiffened her shoulders, and said in a trembling voice: "I know... I don't know.

I know." His voice was choked with sobs, mixed with a bit of sadness and self-blame.

When Master Shan saw this, he sighed and stood aside.

This time, Dali was hesitant to go all out, but in the end she was persuaded by Master Shan, and with Maka's support, Dali issued this order against her will.

Taking one last look at the newly built camp, the familiar laughter and laughter pierced Dali's chest like a sharp sword.

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It was a long and dusty journey, and it only took half a month to complete what should have been a month's journey.

After resting for half an hour and eating quickly, everyone set off on the road again.

During the march, a spy came to report: "Captain, we have found a resistance camp ahead, do you want to attack?" A senior half-demon bowed to report, his eyes shining with brutality and murderous intent.

The captain's eyes were slightly stern, and he waved to stop the march. The team was uniform and stopped in place, waiting for orders.

Glancing at the two hundred high-level half-demon behind him, a smile flashed across the captain's face.

Every high-level half-demon is the pride of the empire. This time, for Dragon Tomb, it can be said that 10% of the empire's high-end combat power has been mobilized.

Along the way, whether it was the arrogant and violent horned rhinoceros or the huge swarm of wild ground beetles. When they saw this powerful team, everyone retreated and avoided it.

Some of the half-demons who couldn't open their eyes stepped forward, and the fighting flames were swaying, not even ashes were left.

The captain thought deeply and glanced at everyone. The dust and dust still could not hide the evil spirit and violence in everyone, and his eyes were full of desire and expectation. For these high-level half-demon people who had been tired for more than half a month, there was no entertainment.

I didn't relax, it was a terrible time.

However, the strict military discipline made the captain hesitate. Should he let everyone relax?

As if they could see the captain's hesitation, several team captains immediately pulled the captain aside and said: "Captain, it's true that you are the leader of this team, but the soldiers have been working hard without any complaints. Now they finally found a place.

A place to relax...”

The captain's eyes were slightly stern, and he nodded and said: "You are right, but military regulations..." His voice seemed a little hesitant.

Several team captains immediately gained a lot of benefits from the game, and their voices became smoother: "Captain, if you don't tell us, we won't tell you either. Who knows?"

When the captain heard this, he weighed his money bag and nodded silently.

With the tacit approval of the captain, several people led their respective teams, lined up in a loose formation, and rushed towards the rebel station as if on an outing.

The patrolling rebels were torn to pieces by a few half-demon men who couldn't wait. Everyone was in a good mood, shouting loudly, with excited and violent voices, frantically venting the depression and fatigue of this period of time.

Strict military discipline completely lost its role in restraining the soldiers when they actually fought against the half-demon.

"Help!!" "The half-demon is coming!!" "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!"

Even with the average strength of low-level professionals, these rebels who had never fought before collapsed like all new recruits on the battlefield.

A half-demon was holding a three-meter long spear, wandering proudly on the street, shaking the spear from time to time, and a half-dead groan came from above.

Several rebels who looked like candied haws on a stick were impaled on spears, whining in pain. The feeling of life being worse than death made people collapse, and their feces and urine flowed out.

A squad leader had a cruel smile on his face. Every time he waved his arm, his heavy sword would smash up a group of rebel soldiers crying for their fathers and mothers. It felt like popping a balloon, which was extremely refreshing.

Cries, moans, the sound of the body being chopped in half, the collision of cold weapons with flesh and blood...

The fire is spreading, dirty smoke is rising, and the entire resistance camp is being ravaged and wailing!

The team of half-demon men screamed wildly, killing men when they saw them and attacking women when they saw them. The half-demon men's eyes were bloodshot, and bursts of ferocious violence and evil energy burst out.

The killings quickly subsided because there were only about a thousand low-level rebels in the entire station. The teams slowly gathered together. The captain was covered in blood, with joy after the killing on his face, but there was a hint of doubt between his eyebrows.

: "What's going on? There's something wrong with the number of people here?"

Several team captains were wiping their weapons, teasing and laughing with each other. They couldn't help but paused when they heard the sound, and persuaded: "Captain, this is just a base for Camus's rebels. It can be made to such a large scale.

Awesome..."

The captain remained silent, his eyes resting on the military camps in the two caves for a moment, and a restlessness and uneasiness gradually rose in his heart.

After pondering for a moment, the captain found Kahn and a few mages and analyzed his conjecture in detail: "I think it's a little weird here. There are so many barracks, but the number of people is less than half..." (To be continued.
Chapter completed!