I miscalculated. I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful swordsman in this era. His swordsmanship was unpredictable. His strength was undoubtedly higher than that of the first-generation Sword Master Carlo, and even he couldn't match it.

Such troublesome enemies can only be dealt with by giants such as the Demon King, Wolf Lord, and Demon King.

Samael took out another pure white jade pendant, but it was already broken.

This is the soul jade of his second son. It is broken into pieces, which proves that the person is dead...

Samael had no expression on his face and threw away the soul jade. His indifferent eyes showed no joy or anger, but the demons in the cave held their breaths and looked away, not daring to look at him.

A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. You don't need to think about it to know that your Majesty will definitely not be happy at this moment.

Alves' face was a little pale, as he was injured by a ray of sword energy from the Sky Sword Master.

He walked up to Samael, knelt down on one knee, and apologized:

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty. It was my mistake that caused the plan to fail."

The demon's plan originally went like this:

Samael went to kill Karl, who was about to break through to the king's realm, and eliminate the hidden danger in advance.

At the same time, Alvis led an army of demons and used the "Guilty Crown" to block the entrance to the Secret Realm of Hundred Flowers, massacring humans. The blood sacrifice awakened the vitality of the ancient corpses, and the soul-eating restored Forrest's soul power, and then the corpse and soul merged to create a creature that surpassed the peak of the past.

Forrest.

Then, Forrest and Samael joined together and launched a blitzkrieg against Durham County, killing Charlemagne before the powerful men from various countries came to support him.

Then they joined forces with the demons from the southern plains and first withdrew into Qiushan Kingdom to avoid the limelight.

Farrowland lost the Butcher and Emperor Charlemagne, and the kings of other countries could not stay here forever. Then Forrest mobilized the undead army and joined forces with the demon army to destroy Farrowland and collected more blood sacrifices.

To awaken more dark monarchs...

The plan was very good and the initial stage went smoothly.

But the people of the Natural School were too keen, and seemed to have sensed that the Dark Lord was going to kill the Butcher. The Elder Nine Stars rescued him in time, causing Samael to fail.

As for Alves, the early stage was smooth, but later...

"stand up."

Samael smiled faintly, helped Alves stand up, and then...

Snapped!

Without warning, Alves was slapped so loudly that he vomited blood, and his body flew sideways and hit the stone wall of the cave, creating a dent.

There were cracks on the stone wall, the gravel began to peel off, and Alves' body was embedded in it, slowly sliding down.

"Gulu~"xN

The demon descendants swallowed their saliva and lowered their heads, not daring to look over there.

After Alves' body slipped, he sat on the ground with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and half of his face was burnt and bloody.

He endured the pain, did not dare to cover his face, knelt down on one knee, expressed humility and apology, and said:

"Sorry, it was my mistake. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Within the demon camp, there is a strict hierarchy.

Even the "Son of Original Darkness", a genius favored by the Demon Emperor, cannot disobey the will of a dark monarch, otherwise he deserves to be beaten to death.

"You still know you are wrong."

Demon Lord Samael's eyes were cold and heartless, his palms were burning with white flames, and he seemed to want to teach Alvis a lesson.

"Forget it, no one thought that Sky Sword Master would intervene. His strength is too strong. It is not a crime of war."

At this time, the necromancer Forrest spoke and said something for Alves.

When he said this, Samael's face turned even more ugly and he said:

"Forrest, you still have the nerve to say this, what were you doing before? So weak that you can't even take down a few middle-rank saints?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Forrest's face sank, the power of death in his soul was overwhelming, and he did not say a word.

Okay, this time it's a bit extravagant.

Feeling that he was sure of victory, Forrest was sleepwalking almost the entire time except for killing the Blood Blade Bordon.

As long as he was serious, Ren wouldn't be able to wait for the support of the Sky Sword Master.

The true body of the monarch is not comparable to their clones, ghosts or projections. They are completely different things.

Even if Ren didn't get the famous gun, he could fight against Forrest's split soul.

But he got the famous gun and faced Forrest's true form, so he could only run away.

A king-level powerhouse like Forrest, even if only his soul body is left, is much stronger than the Butcher. He can kill mid-level saints like Thunder Sword Master and Barbarian King Hidley in an instant.

The demon descendant plan failed. In the end, it was still a bit of a waste.

"Let's do this, Samael, let's split up and I'll find a way to recapture the ancient corpse."

Forrest said in a low voice.

The Demon Lord didn't reply, his face was cold, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

When Forrest acquiesced, his soul shook, turned into a shadow that was invisible to the naked eye, merged into the void, and flew out of the cave silently.

After he left, the vampire prince Mas came out and said with a gloomy face:

"Your Majesty Samael, I think he is just afraid of the human king who is still chasing us, so he ran away in advance."

The Calamity Sword Master, Elder Nine Stars, and the others have not given up and are still searching for their whereabouts.

"I know."

Demon Lord Samael said in a calm voice.

The vampire prince Mas looked surprised and said: "Then... why did you let him leave?"

Without Forrest, once they are surrounded by those few human king-level experts, their situation will be even more dangerous.

Samael didn't explain anything. He looked outside the cave, white flames dancing in his eyes.

If people's hearts are broken, it will be difficult to lead the team.

The Immortal Sect and the Demons are just using each other.

Forrest is a necromancer, and his soul can make the most use of the remains of the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness, but if the ancient corpse cannot be recovered, his use value is not that high.

Since he wants to try it, let him try it.

Demon Lord Samael stood with his hands behind his back, turned his head, looked at the hundreds of surviving demons, and said indifferently:

"Take a rest, get out of here, don't be blocked...then start a backup plan."

There are very few Dark Lords who have awakened at present. It is difficult for him to fight alone, and it is really difficult for him to fight against the many masters of mankind today.

"Backup plan?"

Alves's face changed, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

The dark race is an immortal species, has a long lifespan, and can sleep. This is an advantage that humans cannot match.

But it’s not that easy to wake up after falling asleep.

To awaken the Dark Lord, there must be enough sacrifices and energy. Now that the plan has failed, the sacrifices collected are far from enough to awaken so many monarchs.

However, His Majesty the Demon King seems to have an alternative plan that can awaken a dozen dark monarchs immediately.

I wanted to save those precious resources before, but now I am forced to have no choice...

"Hmph, let's count you guys as winners this time, let's see who can have the last laugh."

The Demon Lord was not discouraged, and his words full of strong confidence and cold murderous intent slowly echoed in the cave.

The demons seemed to be inspired, and they all lost their composure and showed bloodthirsty smiles.

The best is yet to come.

………

Imperial frontier.

Outside the window, the huge moon wheel slowly rose, and the stars were dotted like diamonds under the black velvet curtain of the night.

On the fourth floor of the tavern, in the bedroom, the lights are bright.

Renn took off his shirt and sat on the mat, revealing his muscles with strong lines like marble sculptures. The well-proportioned muscles gave people a strong and strong aesthetic.

It's just that the bloody hole on his abdomen is a bit glaring. Even with a simple bandage, black blood is still slowly dripping from the gauze.

The witch took a bucket and a few clean towels and gently wiped his body and cleaned up the blood.

She also gave him several healing potions and performed healing spells, although the effect was minimal.

"This time it was really embarrassing and a disastrous defeat."

Looking at the witch who carefully applied the ointment on him, Ren sighed.

It's been a while since I've been beaten so badly.
To be continued...