"Based on the influence of the failure of the battlefield, he used a lot of resources to build an altar in the city."

The Demon Lord said: "Then he convinced many elders and my elder to agree that he would sacrifice to the starry sky with the souls of the demon warriors who died on the battlefield."

Hearing the words of sacrifice to the starry sky, Chen Changsheng had a very bad omen and asked: "Who to sacrifice to and what are you asking for?"

The Demon Lord said with a sarcastic meaning: "Of course, he is offering sacrifices to the Holy Light Continent on the other side of the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Holy Light Continent can come to help us. Some timid nobles even hope that they can send them back to the Holy Light Continent, so naturally they don't have to face the danger and pain of extermination."

Chen Changsheng said: "Isn't the origin of the demon clan erased? Why can they know?"

"In the past six months, the situation is chaotic, many rules have lost their effectiveness, and many secrets have naturally spread."

The Demon Lord looked at a certain master.

A master's face suddenly turned pale, and he began to vomit blood continuously.

The blood is not red, not gold, not green, but black.

The master was obviously poisoned and said in pain: "Even if I don't say it, the military advisor knows everything."

The Demon Lord said calmly: "But you said it anyway."

The master fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped breathing.

The Demon Lord looked at the crowd, mainly Xu Yourong, and said with apology: "Sorry."

Chen Changsheng didn't notice it, but was thinking about what he just said.

The upper classes of the demon clan all place their hopes on that altar, so it is naturally difficult to do their best on the battlefield, whether subjective or whatever. In this way, the situation of the demon clan will be worse, and the more they are, the more they will place their hopes on the altar. The altar is like the swamp outside the old city of Xue Lao. As long as it falls on it and struggles, it will be difficult to stand up again. The Demon Lord should have seen very clearly why he did not stop the black robe? Why didn’t he destroy the altar?

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I think you should have guessed it. It's right, I want to keep my last hope."

Chen Changsheng said: "Even if it goes against the will of the demon kings of all generations?"

The Demon Lord sighed, "I don't want to do it either, you are too cruel."

Chen Changsheng said: "You have done it ten years ago."

This refers to the two angels who once appeared in Baidi City.

“There will be a very big difference.”

The Demon Lord looked at him and said seriously: "Because the number is different."

After saying this, he opened his arms.

The black cloak rose without the wind.

The demonic flames condensed in the night also swayed, and some things appeared and disappeared.

Those are stone statues, either tall or short, no more than one foot, neither gold nor jade, and I don’t know what material they are made of.

Some stone statues are half squatting, while others are flapping their wings and wanting to fly, and their tiny is revealed, as if they are alive and lively, which has exceeded the scope of carving.

Chen Changsheng's expression became very serious.

The stone statue did not reveal any aura, but it felt extremely strange, as if it could come alive at any time.

Wang Po and others felt a strong sense of warning in their hearts.

They all thought of the two angels in Baidi City like Chen Changsheng, and the unique red ones.

If a stone statue is an angel, how many dense stone statues are there?

The demonic flames keep dancing.

The night is hard to calm, and there is a dead silence.

Many questions have answers.

The hatred of the human race against the human race is indeed as deep as the West Sea. In order to eliminate the human race, he has tried everything. In the past few hundred years, he has been relying on the demon race to eliminate the human race. When he found that the situation had changed and this had become an unsuccessful task, he chose another path without hesitation.

On the road to the destruction of the demons, he pushed the demons ruthlessly, forced the demons into desperate situation in the shortest time, forced the demons to step into their own pace, mobilized countless resources to build an altar, ready to welcome the arrival of the angel legion from the Holy Light Continent.

"What does it mean to tell this story tonight?"

Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord curled his smile, looked at his eyes, and said calmly and firmly: "Get out of Xue Laocheng, otherwise I will agree to the black robe's request."

"This is a good story." Wang Po said.

Old Master Tang said: "It's indeed a good story."

This story, to be precise, is the way to tell this story, which makes them feel that the Demon Lord is amazing.

If the demon king had not given too little time and the general situation was settled, the demons might have ushered in revival.

At the beginning, if the Demon Lord did not invite those historians, scholars, and words such as extermination, civilization, and create a solemn and tragic atmosphere, he would start telling this story directly. No one would believe it, and would only think that he was using a ridiculous reason to delay time. But the Demon Lord did not do this. From the Holy Light Continent to the Gods and then to the Black Robe, he slowly said it, and it was touching, telling this story extremely perfectly, with history and weight, which made people have to believe it.

"But there is a question, what do you need to do with black robe?"

Wang Po said: "If you have no meaning to this story, then no matter how good the story is, it has no meaning."

"What he needs is not me, but this."

The Demon Lord stretched out his sleeve with his right hand.

There was no stone statue in his hand, but a stone pestle.

The stone pestle seems very ordinary, but it is not.

Even the stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrists were induced and gently hit.

The stone pestle and the Heavenly Book Monument come from the same place, have the same material, but have completely different functions.

Starry Sky Kill.

The secret of the demon clan's unleavened history.

The supreme artifact that has not appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years.

Back then in Xueling, the old demon king died under the starlight it summoned.

Chen Changsheng has seen the Starry Sky Kill with his own eyes.

Afterwards, the priest from the palace painted the starry sky into the scroll according to his description and sent it to various prefectures and counties for circulating.

People like Mr. Tang and Wang Po were naturally the first to see the paintings. After just one look, they were sure that this was the real starry sky kill.

Then the story told by the Demon Lord has more authenticity.

If the Demon Lord cooperates with the Black Robe and uses the altar and the starry sky to open the space channel, the angels from the Holy Light Continent will come one after another...

The demonic flames danced, and the stone statues appeared and disappeared.

Looking at this scene, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

Even if those angels were not as powerful as the two combat angels who had appeared in Baidi City, according to the subsequent analysis, the Holy Light Angels were able to understand the natural principles of heaven and earth by themselves. In other words, they were powerful people in the sacred realm from the moment they existed!

Of course, the human race is not completely unprepared for this most sinister situation. Over the past ten years, the Great Zhou court, the Ligong and the sects and families often deduced the battle of Baidi City, looking for ways to kill the Holy Light Angels, and made some progress, but that was still based on the small number of angels.

Nowadays, the powerful people in the holy realm of the human race are either seriously injured or are rebelling. If there are so many angels, how can they win?

What’s even more terrifying is, what if... the gods from the Holy Light Continent arrive in person?

Will the human race perish?

The atmosphere is very depressing.

But there are still some people who don’t believe the story told by the Demon Lord.

"Isn't this a stick made of a stone? Do you really think we are a stick? The sky hammer has been dead for more than ten years!"

Xiao Zhang said: "We have been preparing for so many years, fighting for so long, and so many people have died. I want us to return with just one story?"

These words made God General Heming and some people a little moved.

What if it is true? The Demon Lord is scaring people.

The wrinkles at the corners of Mr. Tang's eyes became deeper and deeper, and there was a hint of worry.

He felt that the Demon Lord's words were true.

Wang Po and Xu Yourong also have the same view.

Chen Changsheng once saw the light pillar that came through the starry sea in Xueling, and he should have believed in this story the most.

But he vaguely remembered that the Starry Sky Killing could no longer be used, and he remembered a conversation he heard that night.

He looked at the Demon Lord and asked, "The altar is used to break the wall? The starry sky kill is used to indicate the location?"

The Demon Lord said, "I didn't expect you to forget the conversation I had with my father."

Chen Changsheng said: "Two angels arrived ten years ago, you can treat them as slaves. The idea of ​​black robe is obviously not only that. What if there are too many angels coming? So you have been hesitating and struggling, and you still haven't made up your mind to do what to do."

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Yes, so I'll leave this choice for you."

Chen Changsheng was silent.

Now I think that a lot of the content in the correspondence over the past ten years was the method of the Demon Lord.

This is a subtle process, and it is difficult for him to convince himself that the threat from the Holy Light Continent does not exist.

The so-called choice is more like a gamble, and the bargaining chips are the entire human race.
To be continued...