War Paradise

"Help……"

The young man who was chopped up in the middle dragged his intestines and crawled on the ground, his eyes flushed with blood.

Under the boundless pain, he originally entered the killing mode, finally regained his sanity. But the scary wound on his body was obviously unable to recover.

"help me……"

The young man who was almost in despair exhausted his last strength and stretched out his hand to the figure standing not far away.

However, the other party didn't seem to mean to help him.

"Human life cannot be measured by the length of time."

A humanoid monster with a black mist wafting out of his body, turning the philosophy books in his hands with his slender black fingers. Even in the depths of the most brutal hell, he still maintained elegance and calmness, and said softly:

"As long as there is enough pain... the moment is eternal."

"..."

The young man's extended right hand dropped weakly.

On the black misty head, two red lights lit up, and the voice of Satan leaves slowly floated out, as if they were talking to someone:

"Done, where are we going next?"

"Flamewind City...I see."

As the vanguard of the devil army, this cold and elegant "poet" has already got the name of his next destination from the devil: Flame Wind City.

But before leaving here, there is one last thing to deal with.

"What are you doing here?"

The dark figure flashed and suddenly appeared beside the purple slime on the wall. The monster sent by the old man immediately retreated, but suddenly black slime appeared under the body, making it completely immobile.

"You are looking at me, you are looking at hell. Even though you are thousands of miles away, the damage has already happened..."

Satan leaves his mouth with obscure words, raised his right hand and held it above the purple slime body, a drop of pitch-black blood fell, igniting the same black flame, the name that the old man is most proud of. The entourage burned to ashes.

"I can't stay here..."

Through the images sent by the entourage, I witnessed the whole process of the death of the "ooh". The expression on the face of the young lord named "Big Old Man" became even more ugly.

The power of the devil is far beyond his imagination, even if the position of the opponent is determined, he can't hurt it any more.

There should be only the last way to destroy that guy:

"Go, let's find the'Shen Huo'."

After giving the order, the old man stared at the adviser who provided the information without blinking, and said word by word: "If you provide false information..."

"No, no, I want to live too!" The counselor hurriedly waved his hand.

"You two watch him." The old man said to the two guards next to him: "If he makes any small moves, let's kill him."

"Yes."

The desert guard, with a gray headscarf on his head and only eyes exposed, stood beside the counselor from left to right.

"Lead the way," the old man said.

Under the current extraordinary circumstances, he naturally would not relax his vigilance. Once any of these NPCs around them showed a tendency to kill, the old man was sure to behead them immediately.

Even if everyone present is controlled by the devil, the old man is sure to escape.

He put his left hand in his pocket, and quietly grasped a green ball hidden inside, and the item introduction popped up in front of his eyes:

Go home jade.

Consumables.

Item level: Epic.

Throw the item, you will be out of the battle within two seconds, and summon the pterosaur vehicle and return to the safe house at high speed.

"It is said that hunters who hunt monsters in distant continents often use this prop to quickly return to the camp. But in other places, this is a very rare and precious item."

The safe house of the lord of the deserted sand city is in the middle of the city that has become a killing field. Although it is also very dangerous there, there may be no chance to come out again after entering the house. But if there is an accident here, you can only use this thing to "return to town quickly."

After making perfect preparations, the old man followed the remaining soldiers and generals under his command and set off under the leadership of the counselor.

"Where did you know the location of the'Shenhuo'?" a general asked: "This is not easy information, right?"

This scarred old man can be called a veteran who has fought for the deserted city for many years, but he has never heard of the existence of the ancient weapon "sacred fire" under this desert.

"I saw it from ancient documents." The counselor said as he took out a crumpled notebook from his robe: "Would you like to see it?"

"show me."

The old man snatched the book and opened a page. What came into his sight was the strange text like an earthworm, and he couldn't understand what it meant.

——The translation system is not effective?

The big old man who has always trusted the player with their own translation system has rarely encountered such a situation. He asked in a low voice, "Are you fooling me?"

"No, this is ancient text. It's normal for you to not understand it." The counselor immediately shook his head: "I can teach you the reading of ancient text, but now I have no time?"

Hearing this, the old man opened the eyes of the lord and checked, the skills that this counselor can teach are indeed "ancient language talent".

"Continue to lead the way." The old man threw the book back to the counselor.

"Yes." The counselor nodded respectfully, and walked toward the depths of the desert under the "escort" of the two guards.

Although I still doubt it, there is no better way now. The old man knew very well that even if he could find a safe hiding place, he would be defeated because his territory was completely destroyed.

Now, the only hope for a comeback is to find the "sacred fire" and destroy the demons in the city. Even if you don't know whether the information is true, you have no choice.

"It should be around here..."

After trekking for a while, the counselor looked down at the sand dunes under his feet: "The entrance is here."

The soldiers following the lord began to look for the entrance mentioned by the counselor on the sand dunes. Soon, they found traces of suspected footprints beside a cactus.

At the order of the old man, a guard walked up and stretched out his right foot to step on the footprint.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the sand on the right hand side of the guard suddenly sank, and the sand next to it flowed down, exposing the circular channel entrance.

"Here is the place where the sacred fire is hidden?"

The old man looked suspiciously at the unfathomable entrance, and the cold air wafting out of the cave dispelled the high temperature around him.

He knew very well that there might be his only hope for a comeback in this cave. Of course, there may also be a fatal trap inside.

If it were in peacetime, the old man would definitely think about it for a long time, but when he saw no other hope, he quickly made a choice:

"You are at the forefront." He nodded to the counselor.

"Yes."

The thin man bowed again, then bent down and got into the mysterious cave.