"Have all the migration been successful?" asked the military officer Zhou Li.

"Well, we asked the people from the headquarters to help us finish off those remote villages. The elderly who were unwilling to leave were also forced to be taken away by them. There has been no incident in which the people were attacked by creatures in the underworld for the time being." Bin Wei said with certainty.

"I can't believe it..." Zhou Li sighed.

"Yes, the Pyramid of Khufu actually appeared, and it also brought such a huge empire in the underworld." Ye Hong said.

"No, no, no, I really can't believe it is you." Zhou Li stared at the terrifying clouds rolled up by the army of the underworld in the distance, and then said, "Such a huge empire should have been a disaster, and it should have been another experience of mourning for the whole country, but with the few people in your town Beiguan, the prevention team, a small trial meeting... it took nearly two days to delay the entire seven cities, more than 40 towns, and hundreds of villages in Beiyuan, without any damage. It is your actions that make me admire and make me feel unbelievable! I want to thank you on behalf of the people of Beiyuan!"

As a military chief, Zhou Li knew how great a disaster a large tribe could cause to Beiyuan and how heavy a city could cause, let alone a huge underworld empire like the Khufu Pyramid, among which there were even a group of scumbags and livestock demons who were interfering. It was so difficult and almost impossible to accomplish, but they did it.

Hearing these words, the so-called guardians were also in a state of turmoil. I guess even they themselves couldn't believe it. They resisted the empire in the underworld brought by the Khufu pyramid!

"The person I want to thank should be Han Lang. He is the most determined one in this catastrophe. From tracking the Demon Realm at the beginning to discover their conspiracy, to informing us to evacuate and sneaking in alone, to resisting the underworld army of Zhenbei Pass, and the final counterattack of our undead empire in China..." The prophet said slowly as he looked at the battlefield in the distance.

For some reason, the prophet felt that Han Lang was still fighting, and the never-extinguished flame was still burning in a corner of the entire Undead War. It was his hot fire that ignited the belief that each of them would stick to.

"I have the responsibility of the dead world, and you can handle the matters of the living by yourself." The armored emperor seemed to be able to see through what Han Lang was thinking, and he said before Han Lang could speak.

"Okay!" Han Lang nodded.

The bloodline is slowly fading away, but fortunately this thing is controlled by himself. Although his soul power has seriously declined, Han Lang himself is still a hero with combat power, and his soul power is still preserved. Leng Jue is obviously impossible to have the evil horned god coming, and his injuries will not be lighter than himself.

Han Lang chased after the dilapidated city walls. The powerful tracking ability of Yesha allowed Han Lang to find Leng Jue in the battle between the two undead legions!

Soon, on the back of a bloody Nether Frog, Han Lang discovered the culprit of the whole incident - the Archbishop Leng Jue in the Cardinal in the Row!

There was a slight change from his previous state of mind. This time, Han Lang planned to capture Leng Jue alive.

Death is more about death without evidence!

Only by capturing alive can one of the heaviest blows to the Demon Realm, allowing people all over the world to see the true face of the archbishop, see his inner ugliness, and then see how he was sentenced to death and how he was executed under the shouts of people!

"How could this happen? How could this happen... It's impossible, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!"

"What are these things, bastards, what are these things, die for me, die for me!"

"The wastes are all wastes. They are actually known as the ancient wood dead empire. They were defeated by the undead in this country. The God of the Underworld is just a waste!"

On the head of the Nether Frog, the Archbishop Leng Jue in the Red Clothing was shouting and roaring like a madman.

Perhaps, the person who suffered the most severe mental blow was this Archbishop in Cardinal.

He deliberately obtained the triangular dimensional mirror and spent more than ten years looking for ways to communicate with the underworld. He finally could carry out a ceremony for the Gods, overwhelming the guy Yang Qingliu and becoming the most influential archbishop in the world.

In order to accomplish all this, he even sacrificed all his subordinates and made him alone, because he believed that more people would worship him soon.

But in the end, what he saw was such a scene. The army of the underworld was compressed by the undead empire and returned to the Fangba Plain. The original wanton massacre of living people and the rampant rage of many cities in Beiyuan turned into a battle of the undead!

What can he obtain when the undead wars against the undead??

Apart from being stupid, but still being stupid!

No one bleeds, no corpse smell, and no support from the world. Leng Jue is a joke!

He paid for everything he had, including his body, and in the end he became alone and so depressed!

He hated, hated all the stubborn stinky stones in Zhenbeiguan, hated why these guys wanted to be a chariot, delayed the most important time, hated why there was a magnificent wall here that blocked the progress of the empire in the underworld, hated that self-righteous guy, without him, he would have been a god long ago!!

"Ahhhhhh!"

Leng Jue shouted wildly. He was already injured and his roar was bleeding, and he coughed up a large piece of blood.

The frog was so angry that he was so dizzy that he was so angry that the Nether Lord Frog was wise. After he noticed that Leng Jue was disrespectful to the God of the Underworld, he ignored him and shook his body and shook Leng Jue off.

Leng Jue was already unconscious and fell to the ground all of a sudden, and his blood was vomiting even more.

He was no different from the broken corpses around him. His eyes stared at the retreating Nether Frog angrily, "You even underestimate me!"

The Nether Frog ignored Leng Jue at all. If it did not retreat, it might be swallowed by the sea of ​​skeletons. The bone dragon in the sky had been staring at its large piece of fat for a long time. It could be taken to the sky like another Nether Frog by that guy at any time and was scraped alive.

"People are extremely evil, and even dead people are disdainful to you. It's ridiculous that things like you are still counting on others to worship you." A wisp of shadow smoke appeared quietly near Leng Jue.

Leng Jue turned around suddenly and saw the person he hated the most so far!

Han Lang!

It’s this Han Lang!

Without him, I would have been a god long ago, and no one could surpass my masterpiece!

Now Leng Jue hates Han Lang to the core!
Chapter completed!