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In the vast universe, there are very few people who major in the law of destiny, and even fewer people can become gods by this. This is the taboo law of the universe, and practitioners often suffer from the backlash from the universe at any time.

There is no doubt that the high priest Belika can cultivate the law of fate to this point, which is enough for the three demons to throw strange looks at her.

But this woman who practiced the law of fate actually wore a collar and became a slave to the Demon Flame Boy.

Fortunately, this woman who majors in destiny has not yet reached the demigod.

If you reach a demigod, even the demons will have to treat her solemnly. A demigod-level controller of fate, if he does not care about backlash and is willing to pay the price of his life, can already make a god suffer a loss.

The most speechless thing is that the attack methods of the controller of fate make people unable to defend themselves.

In addition to these three earthlings.

The other two tall but thin guys are also very powerful, and their cultivation strength has also reached the peak of legend.

These two people seem to be dark elves, right?

With the divine eyes focused, the armor of the whole body could not cover their breath.

Are the Dark Elves not a race in the Fallen Demon Realm?

The dark demon god Mamen couldn't help but cast doubtful eyes at the fallen demon god Samar. Dark elves with this level of strength are not an unknown person in the entire Fallen Demon Realm, right?

Could it be that the fallen demon god Samar and the hell demon god Satan secretly joined forces?

"Mamen, don't look at me with such eyes." The Fallen Demon God sneered, "These two dark elves should be captured slaves and have nothing to do with this God."

Although there are very few dark elves slaves, there are not none. Not to mention dark elves, even the Purgatory Demon Clan, Night Demon Clan, Fallen Angels and other races may become slaves, but the number is even smaller.

"Hmph, you're so capable. But your son just caught some human slaves." The dark demon god Mammon sneered, "It seems that we underestimated you, Satan."

The momentum displayed by humans such as Wu Bujie is still very tender in the eyes of the demon gods. But seeing their life energy is so strong and their souls are so young, their future is really bright. Obviously, they are definitely not the cats and dogs that they catch casually.

Those two dark elves are not ordinary people either.

It is obvious that the dark demon god Mamen has blamed all the behind-the-scenes instructions on the hell demon god Satan.

"Haha, I'm just allowed you to be scheming, so I won't let my son keep a few trump cards?" The demon god Satan was secretly happy. His son insisted on using the slave army to fight. It seemed that he had indeed hidden a lot of trump cards.

These slaves are very good, have good strength and even better potential. If you train them well, they will be their son's right-hand man in time.

The more the demon Satan thinks about his son, the more satisfied he is.

What a pity, it’s a pity that it’s just a little late. If it were born a thousand years earlier, the demon god Satan would dare to take his son and sweep through the entire hell. What kind of depraved thief or dark old dog, whoever dares to disobey will kill them all.

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Not to mention the three demons, they are suspicious of each other and they are making a fuss.

The sniping attack on the Night Fangs by the harp has also begun. They used the magic Hawkeye to face a team of Night Fangs first.

The standard configuration of each Night Fang team is ten people, among which the captain must be the legendary level, and the rest are half-step S-level elites. With their elusive whereabouts and speed, even if they face a legendary peak-level general, they may surround and kill the opponent without any sacrifice.

"retreat!"

The team of the Night Fangs had already realized something was wrong for miles away. The captain was also an experienced person. He ordered the retreat almost immediately and notified other nearby teams at the same time.

Among the Night Blade Prince's Thousand-Man Legion, there is a large group of Night Fangs. This time, four teams were dispatched to form forty, with more than twice the number of people than the harpies.

However, how could the harps who already have the belief of death miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? If you can't attack it differently, once you join two or three scout teams of the other party, the ending of the harps will inevitably be a complete failure.

"Ancestor of the harp, please give me great power." Betty took the lead in exerting his strength, singing the ancient harp priest language, and the staff in his hand burst out with a brilliant green light, covering all harp silence.

"Wow~~"

It seemed like a hurricane was blowing by, carrying the harps and banshees quickly rushed towards the enemy, and the speed was several times faster.

In just a dozen breaths, seventeen harps surrounded ten night fangs.

"puff!"

After Betty used the large spell excessively, he was hit by some laws and spit out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, "Kill, no one left!"

"Sharp!"

A series of bowstrings and strings.

The arrows blessed with the wind-type magic were shrouded towards the fangs of the night like a meteor. Especially Fanny, who had reached the legendary level, burst out all her strength, one after another, and shot at extremely fast speed.

"impossible!"

The captain of the Night Fang couldn't believe that the other party could explode such speed in a short period of time, but in the face of the rain of arrows like locusts, he had to wave two daggers to block it.

Dangdangdangdangdang~

His dagger skills are already at the master level. They dance slowly, but they are as wonderful as an antelope hanging their horns. Every time they dance, an arrow is shot away.

But he has this kind of strength, but his subordinates do not have such ability.

Often, it will not work after blocking two or three arrows in a row. It is shot by arrows with speed, and blood splatters.

Don't underestimate the arrows shot by these harps. The bows and arrows they use are not ordinary items. They are spiritual weapons tailored for them by the masters of weapon refining. The bows and arrows are engraved with complex and mysterious inscriptions.

In addition, the wind-type mana they instill in the shooting of each arrow makes the power of any arrow much more powerful than the most powerful sniper rifle on earth. It is easy to penetrate tanks or something.

"Scatter and escape!"

Captain Fang roared angrily and took the lead in hiding into the gravel, hoping to use the gravel to hide himself. As long as he could delay for a while, after the reinforcements attacked, he would execute these harpies Lingchi.

"Hmph! Still want to run?"

Betty held up the staff and chanted, "Ancestor of the Hawk, please give me great power." The energy in the staff instantly condensed into a huge wind blade.

"Swish!"

The wind blade hit the gravel at an extremely fast speed.

He actually cut out a scar that was more than ten meters long, two or three meters wide, and more than twenty meters deep. The poor Captain Fang was almost exposed to the sight of another legendary harp banshee Fanny.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

The arrows were staring at Captain Fang like a rain of arrows.

The power of each arrow shot was several times stronger than that of her companions. The captain Fang, who blocked seven or eight arrows, finally couldn't resist it. With a "bang", the dagger was exploded and the fragments hurt him very much.

"Damn the harp, there are actually saint-level bows and arrows." Captain Fang vomited blood and was extremely angry. There are at most dozens of treasures of this level in the entire Night Blade Prince's team, most of which are on the personal guards and senior generals.

No matter how much he is, it is not his turn to be a small captain with Fangs.

But looking at the harp, the two legends, there are actually four holy artifact-level equipment.

Damn, is the holy artifact-level equipment worthless?

Poor Captain Fang, he could not imagine how wealthy Wang Yan was. First, several great demons contributed a huge amount of wealth to him in order to save his life.

Furthermore, Wang Yan relied on his shamelessness to get many benefits from the demon god Satan. Even his treasure house was visited many times, and he had caused all kinds of humiliation from the demigods.

It is no exaggeration to say that when it comes to equipment, except for the three demons’ personal guards, Wang Yan dares to recognize the second, and no one in the major legions in hell dares to recognize the first. This is the result of Wang Yan’s intentional reservations.

Wang Yan estimated that if it was revealed without regard to the consequences, it would not be worse than the personal guards of the three demon gods.

There is no way, who made Wang Yan too rich? The name of the Son of God is not a joke.

Of course, after this consumption, Wang Yan has basically become a poor man again. Whether it is the equipment legion or the improvement of the bloodline evolutionary technology, he is a complete gold-swalking big family. No matter how big his wealth is, he cannot resist this consumption.

No matter how sad the Captain Fang was, it would not change the ending.

By bullying the few with the crowd and being caught off guard, the harpsy team won a brilliant victory.

Nine and a half-step S-level, a legendary team of ten people were all wiped out in just over a hundred breaths. The price paid by the harpies team was only six or seven injured, and Betty spent most of his magic.

Such a result naturally aroused the emotions of the three demons and the audience of the Hell Conference. The famous Night Fangs, a whole team was completely wiped out, and the price paid by the other party was minimal.

This was the first time that everyone noticed that the equipment on these harpies seemed extraordinary. Even those half-step S-level harpies had an outrageous equipment, as if they were customized by the weapon refiner.

This is a big deal. In fact, in the world of hell, most lords with fields and land may not necessarily have a piece of equipment forged by the weapon refiner. In other words, most legendary equipment are far less than ordinary harpies.

Not to mention, the four holy artifact-level equipment on the two legendary harps.

Silence, envy, jealousy and hatred.

That Lord Demon Flame was too extravagant, and he actually armed a group of harp-bodied slaves to the point of teeth. Many ordinary legendary lords had the idea of ​​seeking to join His Lord Demon Flame's slave legion. Not to mention it, it would be good to have a set of standard equipment.

"Haha, Mamen Old Thief." The demon god Satan was so happy that his bones were so refreshed that he turned on the mockery mode, "Your elite troops, the Night Fang, are just like this, they were actually annihilated by a group of delicate harps."

The dark demon god Mamen's face was also quite bad. The result he had not expected at the moment. Although this team of Dark Fangs did not fight in the environment they were best at, it was also a fact that they were completely wiped out.

In fact, judging from the combat ability shown by this team of harps, even if they encounter the fangs of the night in the dark, they will eventually win, and at most they will pay a heavier price.

"Hmph. It's just that it's better to use weapons and equipment." The dark demon Mammon sneered, "Satan, I admit that I underestimated you. You have spared no effort and used this luxury to help your son train and arm a harp-like soldier. However, their good luck has ended here."

Mammen is right.

The remaining three night fangs have all rushed to the vicinity and are expanding their encirclement of the harp.

The harp seemed to have noticed being surrounded and didn't even take up the spoils. The entire army quickly evacuated. However, it was one step late after all, and the three night fangs had already trapped the harp like pliers.

It can be seen from this that even if you don’t act in the dark, the fangs of the dark night have shown strong military qualities, and their reaction and action are first-class.

"It's over!"

In the stands of the Hell Conference, many spectators who sympathized with the harpies started to wail. Such a harpies with both beauty and strength were about to die on the spot.
To be continued...