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Chapter 1358 Sending troops from all directions (2)

Shura Temple.

In the main hall, which is mainly dark style, butter candles as thick as arms are burning, making crackling sounds from time to time.

Under the cover of night, the candlelight reflected the scenery in the hall, drawing out long black shadows, like ghosts surging, giving people an invisible and terrifying feeling.

Deep in the hall, there is a figure standing. It can be sensed from a distance. There is a cold and sinister aura permeating the figure. It feels like there are countless wronged souls gathered in his body.

Generally speaking, it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling, and there is a majestic coercion manifesting itself in the dark.

He raised his head and took a look with the help of the candlelight in the dark hall. He saw a thin but forbidding face, with a sinister look in his eyes, which revealed a cold and bloodthirsty look.

This is clearly Bishop Shura.

In front of him, there was a figure standing, but that figure had its back to him. It was obviously a young man, wearing a bloody cloak.

"Are you all ready?"

An indifferent voice came, and the young master in a blood-colored cloak spoke.

"Inform the Holy Son, Asura has assembled the warriors of the Shura Temple. A hundred elite Shura warriors, plus the troops of other forces, are enough." Bishop Shura looked at the young man in front of him, and his tone was respectful.

said.

This scene is undoubtedly shocking and surprising.

As the Bishop of Shura, as the supreme ruler of the Temple of Shura and a giant in the dark world, at this moment, he seems to be groveling and respectfully addressing a young master with a mysterious identity as the Holy Son. This is really shocking.

"Capturing the City of Doomsday is only the first step. If you surrender to our clan, our clan will definitely do its best to help you dominate the dark world. How can the entire dark world allow such huge resources to be taken advantage of by the survivors of the Holy Night?"

The young man in the red cloak said in a cold tone.

"Thank you, Holy Son, for your support. I will definitely not let down the Holy Son's expectations." Bishop Shura said.

"It would be interesting if that person is really secretly controlling the apocalyptic city, including the entire Asian black market." The young master murmured to himself, with a smile on his lips.

"When the City of Doomsday is captured, the Dark Queen who was hostile to you before will be sent to help you. I will send strong men from the clan to help you break the Dark Queen's strength. Then I will let you deal with it." The young master said again.

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Bishop Shura's face was startled after hearing this, and then a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. He quickly said: "Thank you, Holy Son!"

Bishop Shura naturally believed in what this young man said.

Thinking of the boundless power controlled by the opponent's race and the terrifying and powerful men in the race, the Shura Temple certainly believed in the words of the young man in front of him.

If, with the help of the other party, he could really annihilate the old enemy of the Queen of Darkness, he would be extremely excited. More importantly, he could still let him handle it, which reminded him of the noble, elegant, and sexy beauty of the Queen of Darkness.

His figure and a burning look flashed deep in his eyes.

"It's almost time, arrange your manpower and get ready to go."

"Yes, Holy Son!"

Bishop Shura lowered his head and said.



Bounty League headquarters, a skyscraper.

The alliance leader embedded his chubby body covered in flesh into the soft sofa. He had a fat, white face without a white beard, and small green bean-like eyes adorned his big face, which always gave people a kind of feeling.

Funny feeling.

Of course, no one in the Bounty Alliance thinks this face is funny, even though there is always a smiling and kind-looking smile on this face.

There was once an unruly black leader in the Bounty Alliance who laughed at the leader of the alliance for being a funny fat man. As a result, the black leader didn't even see clearly how the leader acted, and his throat was directly cut by the alliance leader.

He was clamped with a long clamp, and then his body and limbs were broken by the alliance leader, and then he was thrown into the hot desert of death. The alliance leader sat comfortably in the tent that was set up, watching the strong man from the black list in the desert of death.

He died in agony under the scorching sun.

The alliance leader watched the whole process with a smile.

At the moment, there are three people sitting in front of the alliance leader. One is the deputy alliance leader of the Bounty Alliance, Ografe, one is the Black Phoenix, a strong man on the black list, and the other is a man wearing a black outfit with sparse hair.

Like a skinny man, he is the Black Skull - the strongest person on the Bounty League's black list!

"Black Skull, there is nothing we can do to let you out of seclusion early this time. Guys like the King of Dark Night and the God of Death insist on attacking the city of doomsday, and our Bounty Alliance cannot just watch a market as big as the Asian black market.

They have divided us up. After thinking about it, I feel more at ease only if you come forward to lead the troops." The alliance leader looked at the Black Skull and said in a gentle tone.

Black Skeleton said quickly: "It's an honor for me to serve the leader of the alliance. Besides, this retreat is almost over, and it's time for me to come out and serve the alliance."

"It's naturally the best if you have such a heart." The alliance leader's fat face was smiling, and he continued, "Then let's do it. This time, you and Black Phoenix will lead the troops to the city of doomsday.

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Black Skeleton asked: "Since the four forces have sent troops this time, is there a specific commander? If a war breaks out, who will unify the forces of the four forces to fight?"

After hearing this, the alliance leader said with a smile: "The attack on the Doomsday City was first launched by the Dark Night Organization. In this case, we might as well let their manpower coordinate the coordination. The advantage of this is that when it is necessary to charge, it is also Dark Night.

The army soldiers charge first. As for us... try to reduce casualties as much as possible."

"Understood." Black Skull nodded.

"Ografi." The alliance leader turned and looked at Ografi.

"My subordinate is here." Ografe said quickly.

"I heard that you secretly united with the Dark Night Organization to trap and kill the Satanic Army. You didn't act quickly enough. Instead, you allowed the Satanic Army to break out of the encirclement and uproot the Wolf Fang Alliance on the Island of Purgatory. Not to mention, the Satanic Army took this matter to task.

After being exposed, the credibility of the alliance plummeted. Nearly a year has passed, and the credibility of the alliance has not yet recovered. Nowadays, many bounty tasks in the alliance are rarely accepted, and they are turned to the mercenary alliance of the bloody sky.

." The alliance leader looked at Ografe with a smile, and then said, "Tell me, how should the alliance make up for its losses in the past year?"

Plop!

Ografe's face turned pale, his legs softened, and he knelt directly on the ground. He said in a horrified tone: "Leader of the alliance, please give me a chance. I will definitely atone for my sins and restore the credibility of the alliance."

The alliance leader shook his head and said: "It's not like I didn't give you a chance. These nearly a year were not in vain, but you still let me down."

With that said, the alliance leader stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he glanced at the Black Skull.

As if the Black Skull understood it, the alliance leader just stood up and left, and the five fingers of his right hand suddenly probed towards Ografe's neck——

laugh!

The five fingers as hard as steel inserted into Ografe's throat. When the black skull pulled out his hand again, a large piece of flesh and blood was taken out of Ografe's throat.

Ografe fell to the ground, covering his neck with his hands, but he could not say a word with his mouth open.


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