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Chapter 321, rushing out of the Sanuki Mountains (9)

The tense confrontation collapsed because Di Cheng gave up. The Eight Tribes and the Black Mamba no longer had any suspicion or hesitation this time, and their retreat speed continued to accelerate. After calmly opening a safe distance, they immediately changed direction and left as quickly as possible.

Here, there is no nostalgia or hesitation at all.www.pAo8.cOM_

After just a few minutes, only the bloody angels were left on the messy battlefield. Their appearance could have changed the situation on the battlefield, or it could have led to destruction of one party. This was also the essential meaning that Sardin finally determined on the way here, to assist one party and destroy the other party.

!

But the decision made by Dicheng was beyond Sardin's expectations, causing the scene to fall into a weird atmosphere.

Feeling the boss's anger, none of the Blood Angels dared to make a sound. They stood motionless and obediently, for fear that one of their actions would irritate the boss.

Even the godson 'Doudou', who was 'liked' by Sardin, kept his head down, his mouth closed, and he carefully walked slowly and moved back little by little, for fear that his godfather would be unhappy and take special care of him.

He is his little brother. 'Doudou' has no particularly strong need for women, but if that thing down there is scrapped, he will be completely useless.

"Doudou."

Just when Dou Dou was moving vigorously, Sardin suddenly spoke, which made him tremble slightly. He quickly stood up straight, held his chest and head high, looked straight, his face was resolute, and he still held the huge ax firmly in his hand.

, like a retro God of War, forming a strong contradictory contrast with the previous 'cute'.

Doudou's face was tense, his eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Dad, please tell me."

Sardin looked at the direction Di Cheng left with a complicated expression: "Dicheng doesn't trust me?"

Doudou raised his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself, isn't this nonsense? Only a ghost can trust you. Considering the reputation of the Blood Angel in the world, and your image of Sardin in the minds of others, let alone the first time they meet, even if they are biological parents

It's impossible to trust him. He's not stupid, he's not stupid, he's not weak, how can he be close to you. But he doesn't dare to say these words. Thousands of words finally converge into an emotional... "Yeah!"

"Huh?" Sardin turned to look at Doudou.

"Yes!" Doudou maintained his heroic image like a warrior and nodded with great force.

"Huh?" Sardin's face turned cold and his voice raised a few points again.

Doudou didn't understand what her father meant, her eyes shook slightly, and her head nodded again: "Yeah!"

The others felt dizzy and smiled bitterly to themselves. It must be said that these two men are talking dumb.

"Well, you are so big!" Sardin slapped Doudou on the head, but with such a height... uh... out of anger, he raised his foot and kicked Doudou*.

Oh! Doudou's body trembled, her butt stuck out, and the resolute face she had maintained just now suddenly turned into a bitter look.

"Tell me, what did Di Cheng mean just now?"

"This... Di Cheng may be afraid."

"Afraid? Afraid of whom? Afraid of me? He is the emperor of the world, how can he still be afraid?"

Doudou rubbed his legs quietly, comforting his injured little brother, and said with a grimace: "It's not that he's afraid of you, he's afraid of other people. Think about it, we are definitely not the only ones around here now, Battle Ax, Seventeen Ninja Sect

Maybe they are all here too. If a fight breaks out later and there is too much noise, if you provoke them, it will probably turn into an uncontrollable melee. There will be too many variables and the situation will be difficult to control. Besides, provoke them.

It’s not a big deal, but if the fight continues and Yakuza’s large army surrounds them, what’s that? It’s a one-shot deal! No one can escape.”

Although Doudou has an exaggerated appearance and seems to have well-developed limbs and a simple mind, he is actually very smart. He is a rare big man with both wisdom and courage among the Blood Angels. Otherwise, with Sardin's arrogance and pickiness, he would not think highly of him, and would even treat him kindly.

He was given the title "Doudou" and recognized as his godson.

"What else?" Sardin was not satisfied with this answer, and his slightly condensed eyes showed that he was thinking about other things.

"What else? And..." Doudou scratched his head, thinking hard, and quietly turned his eyes to the other friends. Unfortunately, except for the usually loyal brothers, who lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, being respectful and well-behaved, no one gave him a wink.

In desperation, in order for my little brother to stop being ravaged, he could only bite the bullet and said: "We and Di Cheng have never known each other, and... uh... our reputation is not very good, so he may not feel comfortable cooperating with us.

Bar."

"Isn't it just for excitement and fighting in the Sanuki Mountains? What's wrong with the melee, what's wrong with the situation being out of control? Doesn't Di Cheng know what it means to fish in troubled waters? If it were me, I would definitely nod and cooperate without hesitation, deliberately

Make more noise and attract more forces. When the time comes... take advantage of the chaos to attack and capture the generals in the chaos. What a good thing."

"this……"

"Also, shouldn't Di Cheng be moving north? Why did he appear here? Did he break out from the siege of thousands of people in Yakuza? Where is he going?" Sardin asked continuously as if he was thinking to himself.

Several questions told him intuitively that things might not be that simple. He seemed crazy and mentally disturbed, but back then, he could lift the Blood Angel to its peak with his own hands, throw the whole of Europe into turmoil, and be given 'Satan'

How could he be a fool of a fool? On the contrary, beneath the lunatic appearance, there is a keen sense of smell that is difficult for ordinary people to accept!

"Tianmen has a small number of people and good strength. It is understandable that they escaped from the siege."

"...No..." Sardin looked at the messy battlefield in front of him and the corpses on the ground. He frowned slightly. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Let's go, follow Di Cheng. This guy is a little weird. I want to see it."

Look what tricks he is playing."

"Dad, do you want to carry it on your back?" Doudou bent down. Anyway, the reason for coming to the Sanuki Mountains is for excitement. Dad can do whatever he wants and go wherever he wants. They won't have any objections and they don't dare to have any objections.

What's more, according to what dad said, things seem really weird.

"No need!" Sardin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly dodged, like a suddenly violent cheetah, running rapidly through the intertwined roots of the forest! He walked as fast as flying, and his speed was surprisingly fast.

"Follow up!" Doudou was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly called on his brothers to follow him quickly. This was the first time Doudou had seen him behave like this since he met Sardin.

The three armies left one after another, and the tragic battlefield returned to silence. Only the ignited flames began to spread. The raging flames were accompanied by a strong smell of burnt odor and blood. The crackling sound of air explosions was like the wail of the undead, emitting the last words in the crematorium.

moan.

It's just that the air here is humid, and the ground is covered with moss and roots. The flame slowly extinguished after burning for more than ten minutes. The charred corpses were faintly visible in the rising smoke. The strong scorched smell was nauseating. The scene

Horrible, terrifying and shocking!

Not long after, there were bursts of rapid footsteps in the dense forest, and a large number of figures were approaching here at a very fast speed.

Wrapped in black robes, murderous intent flowing, it is the left hand of the God of Death who has been searching all the way, the sixth detachment of Skynet, the Shen Aoming detachment!

They also overheard the sound of gunshots and rushed over. However, they were far away at that time and the sound was faintly audible. It was difficult to distinguish the direction. They changed their trajectory several times on the road before they finally found this place. But when they saw the scene in front of them, they finally found it.

Being accustomed to killing, they were also secretly surprised. How could there be so many corpses? The sight of the charred corpses and the faint smoke was a strong impact on everyone's psychological endurance.

"Check!" The Ghost King, who was shrouded in black robes, said in a deep voice, with an innately indifferent expression that showed no change in mood or anger.

The 'Ghost Lord' Lingling raised his hand to signal, and the five ghost disciples held their breath and walked quickly into the 'crematorium', carefully looking for discernible clues. The others stood quietly, trying to adjust their breathing and not let themselves

Inhaling too much of this disgusting burnt smell, I also looked around the entire place, observing this messy battlefield.

There are trees all around, and they are dilapidated after the previous fierce battles, but the bullet marks, knife edges, breaks and other signs on it have become the most authentic 'war record'. For the left hand of the god of death who has fought countless bloody battles, it is just a look.

Looking at the traces in front of you, you can outline the previous battle situation in the depths of your mind.

The more he observed, the more frightened and solemn he became. The Ghost King raised his head and looked at the tattered tree crown above his head and the scarlet bloodstains on it. His deep eyes narrowed slightly and he said slowly: "What can be done between cold weapons and hot weapons?"

Such a crazy move can cause such a scene, and he is the only one in the world!"

Shen Aoming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was cold and his voice was low and hoarse: "Dicheng! It's him!"

Not long after, the five ghost disciples returned quickly, knelt down on one knee in front of the ghost king, and reported respectfully: "Based on the clothes of the remaining corpses, we can be 90% sure that the two warring parties are the Eight Tribes of Tianmen and EO Heiman.

Ba! In addition, other forces may intervene in the later stage and the battle will be terminated."

‘Zombie’ asked: “What force?”

"Not sure yet."

The Ghost King said: "Di Cheng's retreat direction?"

"South!"

"...Nan..." The Ghost King looked away from the battlefield and said slowly to himself: "Escape? Or lure the enemy?"

"You'll know just by looking at it." Shen Aoming said coldly, and without asking the Ghost King's opinion, he got up and rushed south. Bai Qiao and Yuan Ling looked at each other and quickly followed.

"Death's left hand, target, go south!" The Ghost King did not get angry and gave a simple order. Death's left hand responded respectfully and set off immediately!

But when the troops left, Lingling, who was walking at the end, suddenly frowned and looked deep into the dense forest to the side. There, he seemed to see two rays of light, one black and one white, flashing away and disappearing.

Without a trace!

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