Even Ye Lin, who had always been good at talking nonsense, fell into a rare silence when faced with Matega, who was now extremely unwilling and shouting at the top of his lungs.

The Tartan tribe is a race that is highly adaptable and strives for self-evolution.

They treat "Odin" as a god and seek the possibility of their own evolution. There is a wonderful symbiosis between the two races.

Everyone had unconsciously ignored that the Tartans did not necessarily want to stay with Anton all the time.

In Cloncula, they are the losers and have no choice but to rely on Odin to survive.

After arriving in the demon world, there were even more top experts like Lin, and the environment was particularly harsh.

The Tartans are a race that loves fire, but the Demon Realm is a place cursed by the sun. Only the cold Demon Realm Moon, Dralion, casts a cold light.

"But this does not excuse your ambition." After a moment of silence, Ye Lin suddenly spoke up, breaking the dull atmosphere.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the devastated Idun, and sneered: "If I can't prevent the apostle's strike and turn millions of creatures in Idun into innocent souls, then who will sympathize with the heaven that suffered the unreasonable disaster? Who will come?

Are you guilty of paying for this?”

Staring at Matega with sharp eyes, he smiled calmly and asked: "Do you feel guilty about the millions of creatures in the heaven, or in other words, the weak ants? Maybe, what you just said is not true.

Wrong, strength is respected!"

Awakened by the words, Ouli and Reina took a few deep breaths and patted their faces to wake themselves up.

Just now, I accidentally put myself into the perspective of the Tartan people and felt sympathy for their experiences.

"Oh……"

Matga was noncommittal and had no way to refute it. If Anton was allowed to destroy Eaton with one blow, would he shed tears of sorrow for the millions of "ants" who died in the world?

It's impossible, it's not too late to be happy.

"I will die in your hands." After sighing, he looked at Ye Lin calmly, "Only a tempered blade can penetrate the apostle's chest."

"No no~"

Ye Lin waved his hand, looking vaguely impatient, and his tone became indifferent: "Three mistakes, one, you are not a real apostle, so don't put yourself in trouble, and two, your life is on your hands.

Let the heaven judge you, three, I will test you with a hammer!"

The Trial Blade sounds like it has a royal destiny. The weak life undergoes difficult training step by step, and finally penetrates the heart of the ultimate life form.

However, behind this great prophecy, there is a sense of being a puppet manipulated by invisible hands.

The "blade" in the trajectory of fate, then who is the blade holder?

The blade is a cold weapon. Why can't it be called a "person of trial"?

When Hersos was dissolving himself, he also told him that he must jump out!

Otherwise, the imbalance between light and darkness will lead to the collapse of the world at the end of time as Mermet saw, and the Trial Blade is the culprit.

Bang!

No longer nagging, Ye Lin punched Matega hard on the right side of the face, with 100% of the force, knocking out three teeth, leaving a mouth full of blood, and once again made the guy faint.

Then he reluctantly vented a little anger, lowered his head, and threatened Anton, "Call all your followers back, or I will eat your heart piece by piece as sashimi."

The threatened Anton suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible spiritual force passed through Eaton.

Those low-level monsters who fanatically worshiped Anton quickly retreated from the battlefield without hesitation, gathered on the coast, and crawled back along Anton's legs.

"commander!"

Unen was overjoyed when he saw this. Anton has now withdrawn his troops. This means that the minimum result set by Archduke Jürgen in Heaven, which is to allow Anton to evacuate Eaton, has been more than half successful.

"Wait a minute, those high-ranking Tartans haven't moved yet." Jack waved his hand and kept calm with great difficulty. There was only a thin line between victory and he must not reveal any flaws at this time.

He also wanted to run out in person, shout loudly that victory had come, and share the joy.

But if Andersen is deceitful and tries to counterattack, his heart will be as cold as the sea.

"Ye Lin, please stop torturing this old bone of mine. Will we win or not?"

Jackett had already murmured, and the officers who heard him twitched their lips and smiled bitterly.

Regarding the future of the Seventh Reich, no one dares to make a conclusion without accurate information.

…

Agnes and Mediel leaned together, both looking sour and embarrassed, no longer as arrogant and domineering as before.

They knew very well that the desperate Materga was over, but with the summons given by Anton just now, should they go back or not?

If they didn't go back, the two of them couldn't help but tremble as they looked at the menacing team that was surrounding them.

But if he goes back, Mr. Anton will still be angry...

"By the way, where's Kress?" Medill looked left and right, nervous.

Now every additional member of the same race can make you feel a little more secure.

"When he was trying to avoid Lord Anton's breath, he seemed to have accidentally hit a dragon and was knocked far away."

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He grasped the hilt of the sword with his slightly dry palm and slowly pulled it out from behind. The sword was bright and new, but it had no sharpness, and the blade was not even opened.

This sword was a sword he made at random in order to improve his swordsmanship in the Tower of Despair. It looks simple and unpretentious, but it is quite easy to use.

"Old man, can I understand that you are releasing hostility?" Bello said bluntly. When he usually calls Luke, he also refers to him as "that old man."

"I'm a little interested in the ancient demons of the demon world." Soderos said calmly. He really only had "a little" interest.

When he set the goal of his swordsmanship as "touching Karn", the average strong man began to lose interest, and he didn't even think of using Clarice.

"I find it very interesting, too." The eyes under Bello's helmet glowed red, a pair of blood wings vibrated, and the air resonated and buzzed like a tremor.

On the earth, the blood that had not dried up during the previous war seemed to be attracted by the mysterious power, and gathered like string beads towards Bayaro in the sky.

"Ah! No..."

Thousands of meters away, some wounded and bleeding soldiers slowly oozed blood from their wounds that had not yet scabbed over, and flew towards Bello, making their injuries even more serious.

For a moment, Bayaro's blood wings spread for hundreds of meters, and the demonic energy was so strong that it could block the sun. The sword with the horns in his hand also looked extremely red after quenching the blood, exuding a terrifying bloody smell.

In Luke's Tarot army, his code name is "Devil", which perfectly complements the power of the ancient demon contract and the naturally powerful fighting spirit of the ghost clan.

Bello controlled the remaining blood on the entire battlefield, showing his full strength, and finally made Soderos' eyes slightly narrowed, and he became a little more serious.

"In the devil world, only the strong are qualified to survive, and I am the strongest among the survivors!"

The horned blood sword slashed head-on, and a huge demon's head appeared above Bello. The sun seemed to be hidden in its mouth, trying to devour Sodros downwards.

Bello's bloody wings spread across the sky, like a demon coming to the world with terrifying force. The strong wind it brought blew his white hair, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the palm of his sword was suddenly clenched.

The ultimate swordsmanship·invisible slash!

…

He seemed to have swung a sword, or he had swung countless swords. It was just an attack movement of raising his hand, but suddenly a net of sword energy appeared in the sky, messing up the sky of ten thousand meters.

Boom~

The long sword shattered into pieces of iron the size of a thumb. Sodros was surprised for a moment and threw away the wooden hilt. It was just a boring thing anyway and he didn't care.

Bello suddenly stopped in the air. Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of his sophisticated black armor, and traces of light emerged. His burly and strong body, as well as the light of death, exploded into bloody flowers all over the sky.

One blow to defeat the enemy!

Agnes, who was still hesitating to make a choice, was suddenly stunned and her whole body was freezing.

Immediately, the fire wings spread out and flew towards Anton. Rather than getting along with these human perverts, we might as well take a gamble and ask for forgiveness from Anton, saying that Matega is none of our business.

Suddenly, a drop of rich black blood flew out of the blood flowers all over the sky, and flew toward the foreign island as if fleeing for its life.

Sodros was a little surprised when he saw this. He was indeed an ancient demon, and his vitality was quite strong.

However, a sword burning with jet-black magic flames stood in front of the black blood like lightning. The eye in front of the sword hilt shot out strands of black light, wrapping the blood tightly.

On the other side, just when Agnes was leaning towards Anton, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly spotted a hooded, thunder-covered life form, which was also fleeing to the northeast. It seemed that it was panicking and immediately shouted loudly.

Reminder: "Nerbe! Only Lord Anton can protect us!"
Chapter completed!