West Germany, Black Forest Prison.

"Just for such a small treasure box, it ruined the kingdom's heroic blood... If the final result is not what we want to see, then the kingdom will not be far from being destroyed."

The middle-aged sergeant in a suit was standing in front of a washing machine, holding the Panku treasure box that shone brightly in both hands and sighing.

Behind him are JC carrying a large number of weapons, several negotiators and gray-haired old men. The most important of these people are these old men. After all, the family they manage is the big genius behind the entire West German kingdom.

Economy and power are all taken at once. If it is not for some purpose, they do not need to use the president to achieve their goals.

However, today, what is about to happen makes them finally unable to lurk underwater anymore.

"The gods... have arrived!"

Panku's treasure box, which can only be twisted on weekdays, floats in the air under the action of a green light.

"Click!"

The sound of metal sounded, and the parts on one side were pulled upwards, revealing emerald green like a bead. The core suddenly projected a beam of light to print on the surface of the washing machine.

A stream of smoke floated out, and a three-character pattern was imprinted on the metal measurement, which did not give people extra time to view. Panku's treasure box was inserted along the pattern.

"Gate of Hell!"

A beam of emerald green light spread rapidly in front of the sergeant. A green door frame as high as four meters tall was erected, and the dark red vortex inside the door was flowing quietly. After waiting for a while, a huge and hideous shadow appeared behind the door.

As the shadow of the four-legged feet moved, the shadow quickly approached the door frame.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Accompanied by the crisp metal impact, the next moment, a toad that looked like a hundred times magnified, with sharp teeth and claws, and a pair of scarlet blood-eyed eyes came to reality from the hell world behind the door.

But the shadows were nothing. When Xiaofeng took the first step in the world, a barbaric consciousness that seemed to be about to absorb the existence of the eyes and cut it together came towards him.

“Emotional closed!”

Standing in the front position and the strongest sergeant in the entire West German Kingdom almost instantly used the magic of the third ring, temporarily depriving himself of his emotions. The air defense of his heart and brain made the whole person almost turn into a wooden man at this moment. With the lack of emotion and the silence of consciousness, he successfully avoided the oncoming terrifying impact.

He was also quick to move. He chose magic to avoid the wind when he was not good, and he chose the right magic with good luck. If he really faced the spiritual impact of Xiaofeng, then others could help him prepare for his funeral. The Naraku Sense technique that followed closely will reflect the most desperate and fearful scene in his heart. The whole person's soy milk sinks into fear and gradually falls into eternal sleep.

The people behind him were worried that the angel copy version of the Bible purchased from the Holy See a few days ago was enough to withstand the terror that the roared wind was unintentionally emitting.

It felt like it was a long time, and it seemed like it was only a short moment. However, the soldier had just woken up, and the next moment he lowered his head and bowed his body: "Welcome the great monarch of the wind and return from hell!"

"The monarch...why don't he call the demon?"

The sound like an electric current implies a threat that can be suffocating at any time.

In the shadows under the whistling wind, the sergeant dared not let out his breath, "You are joking about those false history."

His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly and looked at dozens of people in the room. Respect, longing, anxiety... All kinds of complex emotions intersected, but they did not notice the malice.

A group of humans like ants, Xiaofeng asked himself that his perception would not be deceived by them.

Hey, that guy, Holy Lord, finally made a reliable time.

But it is reliable. The freedom obtained by his own identity and ability of the Wind Demon, it is impossible to judge whether the power is worth it. The environment was either free or was taken away with Bazaar and others and then packed and taken away. In this case, he could only choose himself.

Besides, even brothers, fathers and sons will turn against each other for one day, let alone a group of sworn demon brothers who abandoned them for themselves.

Why do you think so much? He is a demon, not an indecisive male and female protagonist in romance novels.

Xiaofeng looked around, and his front paws were as huge as an adult, taking out a snow-white towel from the dirty clothes basket at his feet and putting it on the tip of his nose, taking a deep breath: "Ah, free and fresh breath!"

"Well, to be honest, the great wind... Lord Xiaofeng, you have not yet obtained true freedom!" The sergeant spoke respectfully.

Originally, the conversation with the monarch of Feng was carried out by the chaebol family members and negotiators. Unfortunately, Xiaofeng's spiritual power was constantly rising and falling, and the lazy aura and terrifying illusions were like deadly poison. Even with the protection of the Holy See's Bible, they could not withstand the impact of the slightest power. Everything could only be handed over to the only existing fruit in West Germany - this middle-aged soldier with one foot on the second-level door frame.

"The exit of your Hell Gate is still a prison."

"Is this a prison?" Xiaofeng turned around and looked at everything strange and novel around him. The most important thing was so many humans. Living lives could not be seen in hell: "Compared with the terrifying hell I used to be, this prison is simply heaven!"

"You're right, but life outside is better. Beaches, movies..."

"Around the bush, stop wasting time, just tell your true thoughts."

"We want to worship you, just like... your brother, Holy Lord." The sergeant said, and his colleague looked up carefully at Xiaofeng's expression, but his observation thoughts were destined to fail.

What expression does a purple-skinned toad have for humans to analyze?

“Interesting thoughts!”

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rolled up in the closed laundry room, and Xiaofeng's huge figure was blocked by a piece of paper on the rolled towel.

When people opened their eyes again, the one standing in front of them was no longer the huge-shaped monarch of the Wind, but a middle-aged and muscular man with about 1.7 meters in suit and collared collar.

"I want to know the current situation in the world, fresh food, and find a professional human being. Don't be discovered by me that you are cheating with lies, otherwise..."

Hearing this sentence, everyone present showed an excited look, and his excitement was beyond words.

I originally thought that communication with gods would be a blessing and a blessing, or even a terrifying disaster, but the result was unexpected.
Chapter completed!