"Just for such a small treasure box, the kingdom has lost so much heroic blood... If the final result is not what we want to see, then the kingdom is not far from destruction."
The short-haired middle-aged sergeant in a suit was standing in front of a washing machine, holding a Panku treasure box that shone brightly in his hands and sighing with emotion.
Behind him are a large number of armed JCs, several negotiators, and gray-haired old men. The most important among these people are these old men. After all, the families they manage are behind the scenes of controlling the entire West German Kingdom.
Crocodile.
The economy and power are grasped. If it is not for certain purposes, they do not need to rely on the president to achieve their goals.
However, today, what was about to happen made it impossible for them to lurk underwater anymore.
"The gods...have arrived!"
The Panku treasure box, which usually shrank into a ball and could only be twisted, floated in the air under the influence of a ball of green light.
"Crack!"
There was a metallic sound, and a part on one side was pulled upward, revealing an emerald green core that looked like a pearl and suddenly projected a beam of light printed on the surface of the washing machine.
A puff of smoke floated out, and a three-character broken pattern was imprinted on the metal scale. Without giving anyone any extra time to watch, the Panku treasure box was inserted on top of the pattern.
"Gate to Hell!"
A beam of emerald green light spread quickly in front of the sergeant, and a four-meter-high green door frame was erected. A dark red flame-like vortex flowed quietly inside the door. After waiting for a moment, a huge and ferocious shadow appeared.
Appeared behind the door.
As soon as the shadow that seemed to have four legs moved, the shadow quickly approached the door frame.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision, the next moment, a terrifying figure that looked like a toad magnified hundreds of times, with sharp teeth and claws, and a pair of scarlet blood eyes came to reality from the hell world behind the door.
It's just a shadow. When Sao Feng took his first step into the world, a barbaric consciousness that seemed to swallow up everything in sight came to him.
"Emotional closure!"
Standing at the forefront, he was also the most powerful sergeant in the entire Kingdom of West Germany. He used the magic of the third ring almost instantly, temporarily depriving himself of his emotions. The air defense in his heart and brain made the whole person almost at this moment.
He turned into a wooden man. With no emotion and a dead silence of consciousness, he successfully escaped the oncoming terrifying impact.
It can be said that he acted quickly, chose magic early to avoid the wind when the opportunity came, and he was lucky enough to choose the right magic. If he really faced Sao Feng's mental impact, then others could help him prepare for his funeral.
, the Naraku no Jutsu that follows will reflect the most desperate and frightening scene in his heart, and the whole person is immersed in fear and gradually falls into an eternal sleep.
Those behind him did not hesitate to worry. The angel-copied version of the Bible purchased from the Holy See a few days ago was enough to withstand the terror that Sao Feng inadvertently spread.
It felt like a long time, and it seemed like only a short moment. However, the sergeant had just woken up, and the next moment he bowed his head and hunched over: "Welcome to the great Lord of Wind, who has returned from hell!"
"Your Majesty...why don't you call the devil?"
The voice, which was like an electric current, contained the threat that could make people suffocate at any time.
In the shadow under Sao Feng, the sergeant did not dare to express his anger and kept breathing: "You are kidding about those false histories."
His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the dozens of people in the room. Reverence, admiration, anxiety...all kinds of complex emotions were mixed together, but no malice was detected.
A group of ant-like humans, Sao Feng asked himself if his perception would be deceived by them.
Hey, that guy from the Holy Lord is finally reliable for once.
But it is reliable. It is impossible to judge whether the freedom and power obtained by one's identity and ability as a Wind Demon are worth it. The original environment was either freedom or having the power taken away with Bazaar and the others.
Pack it up and take it away. The situation is like this, he can only choose himself.
Besides, even brothers, father and son will turn against each other one day, not to mention a group of sworn demon brothers. For their own sake, abandon them.
Why are you thinking so much? He is a devil, not the indecisive hero and heroine in romance novels.
Sao Feng looked around, then took out a snow-white towel from the dirty clothes basket at his feet with his front paws, which were as big as an adult's, and put them on the tip of his nose, taking a deep breath: "Ah, the fresh breath of freedom!"
"Well, to be honest, Great Feng... Lord Xiaofeng, you haven't gained true freedom yet!" the sergeant said respectfully.
Originally, the conversation with the Lord of Wind was to be conducted by the chaebol leader and negotiator, but unfortunately, the spiritual power around Sao Feng kept fluctuating, and the aura of laziness and terrifying illusions were like deadly poisons, even with the protection of the Holy See's Bible.
There is no way to withstand the impact of the weak power. Everything can only be left to the only remaining achievement in West Germany - this middle-aged sergeant with one foot on the second-level door frame who is at the limit of the first level.
"The exit from your hell gate is still a prison."
"This is a prison?" Sao Feng turned around and looked around, looking at all the strange and novel things around him. The most important thing is that there are so many human beings. Living lives are impossible to see in hell: "This prison
Compared to the horrific hell I once lived in, this is simply heaven!"
"You're right, but life outside is better. Beaches, movies..."
"Don't waste time beating around the bush, just tell me what you really think."
"We want to worship you, just like...your brother Holy Lord." The sergeant said, and his colleague carefully raised his head and looked at Sao Feng's expression, but his observation was destined to fail.
What expression does a purple-skinned toad have that can be analyzed by humans?
“Interesting idea!”
The next moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the closed laundry room, and Sao Feng's huge figure was obscured by the paper on the rolled towel.
When people opened their eyes again, the person standing in front of them was no longer the huge Lord of the Wind, but a middle-aged muscular man about 1.7 meters tall in a suit and collar with medium-long purple hair.
"I want to know the current situation in the world, fresh food, and find a professional human being. Don't let me find out that you are deceiving with lies, otherwise..."
Hearing this sentence, everyone present showed excited expressions, and the excitement was palpable.
I originally thought that communicating with the gods would be a journey of unpredictable blessings and even terrible disasters. But the result was unexpected and unexpected.