In fact, several of the messengers were a little panicked.
They said that the four reincarnation generals and the eight thousand troops would arrive soon.
In fact, it would take six hours at the fastest for the army to arrive.
Such a long time would be enough to kill them dozens of times if Chief Songhe really made up his mind to resist.
Before this, the messenger group was arrogant and domineering.
That's because they represent the leader of the Styx, and they believe in their noble status, and they are sure that the Songhe tribe will not dare to show their faces.
But it's different now.
Commander Styx's decree was too harsh, and he wanted to exterminate the Songhe clan.
Anyone else would have been furious and would have fought back.
Judging from Chief Songhe's face and reaction, he probably also had thoughts of resistance.
If Chief Songhe takes action, the first ones to be killed will be their messenger group.
Thinking of this, the four messengers became even more panicked and felt a little regretful. They shouldn't have been so arrogant before.
But now that things have developed to this point, it is impossible for them to change their attitudes and suddenly give in.
They could only pray that Song Hetao would calm down and not act impulsively, let alone go crazy.
Otherwise, these prestigious and majestic messengers will become cannon fodder.
Under the attention of everyone, Chief Songhe slowly raised his head and straightened his thin body.
Under the dry and yellowed bamboo hat, the wrinkled and aged cheeks were full of unyielding and anger.
He narrowed his eyes tightly, flashing with a frightening cold light, stared at the several messengers, and spoke in a low voice.
"Every person, every race, has the right to survive at any cost.
Our Songhe tribe has been able to inherit tens of thousands of years and continue to this day, not by following the trend and adapting to the wind.
Commander Styx is not qualified to judge our clan on behalf of the billions of people on Samsara Island!
He can only represent the Nether God Emperor and use his hegemony and power to oppress ancient clans like us!"
As he spoke, Chief Songhe stood up, his back straight.
Several Songhe tribe elders also stood up and glared at the messengers with anger.
They had already guessed what the patriarch was going to say, and while they were a little worried, they were also a little excited and proud.
After all, they are the children of an ancient clan, with nobility and pride flowing in their bones!
For the sake of integrity and dignity, he would not hesitate to give up his life.
This is difficult for ordinary people to do.
But for the children of the ancient clan, they can practice it when life and death are at stake!
The atmosphere in the square changed.
It is no longer dead silence, but the cold wind is biting and the murderous aura is steaming.
Several messengers began to panic. They were intimidated by the aura of Chief Songhe and could not help but retreat and started shouting.
"Song Hetao, what do you want to do?"
"Song Hetao, are you confused? If you dare to resist the commander-in-chief's will, you will kill everyone in the Songhe clan!"
"Those elders, why are you still standing there? Please advise your clan leader, he will kill all of you!"
"Song Hetao! This is Samsara Island, the territory of the God Emperor, and we are all the people of the God Emperor.
It is the duty of you and the Songhe clan to obey the will of the God Emperor, so don’t make a mistake!”
However, several Songhe clan elders, instead of persuading the Songhe clan leader, secretly issued an order to summon the guards near the shrine.
Now that we have decided to resist, we must surround the messenger group and not leave a single person alive.
Chief Songhe also turned a deaf ear to the words of several messengers. He looked up at the night sky with a solemn expression, and sighed sadly: "In this era of great calamity, we, the Songhe tribe, do not seek to be successful, but only seek to avoid disasters and protect ourselves, but it is difficult to do so.
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The leader of the Styx River went too far in bullying others. Our clan has tolerated it for thousands of years, but in the end they didn't even give them a way to survive.
There is no way to retreat, so I can only give it a try!
Ancestors of the Songhe tribe, please forgive your unworthy descendants. At this critical moment of life and death, I have no choice but to go crazy!
No matter what choice I make, it will lead to a dead end.
If this is the case, then I would rather die with more integrity, so as not to dishonor the face and integrity of my ancestors!"
Chief Songhe's voice was not loud, but it had a soul-stirring power that echoed in the sky above the square.
If anyone else said this, it would be a bit hypocritical.
But when these words came from his mouth, they didn't feel false, but rather tragic and passionate!
At this moment, several elders were also infected by his momentum and put aside the consequences and worries.
Their blood is boiling, their fighting spirit is burning, and there is only one thought in their minds... Even if they die eventually, they must fight happily before they die!
"Song Hetao, you are crazy! You are really crazy!"
The messenger who was holding the gold silk and reading out the edict suddenly panicked and shouted anxiously.
The other three messengers saw that something was wrong, and quickly took him and the guards, turned around and flew away.
Even if some embarrassment and embarrassment would weaken the majesty of Lord Styx, they couldn't care less.
Let’s escape from Gusong Cave first and save our lives.
A few hours later, when the Samsara God General and his army arrive, he will naturally help them avenge themselves.
The four messengers all secretly swore that they would torture Chief Songhe and several elders severely before the time came, in order to relieve the hatred in their hearts.
However, they can only think about this idea.
"Take them down and leave no one alive!"
Chief Songhe suddenly raised his hand and issued an order, his tone was particularly decisive and domineering.
The six elders, who had long been ready to attack, did not hesitate to use their magic swords and pounced on the four messengers with murderous intent.
At the same time, more than 300 Divine Lord Realm guards rushed out of the night sky around the square, instantly forming an encirclement and intercepting the messenger group.
What follows is a bloody battle with unequal numbers of people.
Six elders of the God King Realm, leading more than 300 guards of the God King Realm, besieged the four messengers and forty guards.
This fight was a one-sided crushing from the beginning.
"Boohoo!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
One side must kill people and silence them as soon as possible, while the other side must fight to the death to break out.
Both sides tried their best to display their magical skills, releasing thousands of brilliant divine lights, interweaving gorgeous scenes in the night sky.
Various magical powers and secret techniques collided, causing a loud "rumbling" sound that echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.
The square with a radius of thousands of feet was completely flooded by the colorful divine light.
Chief Songhe stood in the night sky, staring at the battlefield expressionlessly and did not attack.
He just silently opened the defensive array in the square to prevent the aftermath of the battle from spreading and destroying the surrounding palaces.
In just a quarter of an hour, this fighting battle will be over.
The messenger group was slaughtered, and only two messengers of the seventh level of the God King were still alive, but they were also seriously injured.
Before dying, one of the believers used all his strength and found an opportunity to send out a Chuanxu Jade Slip.
He wanted to spread the news of the Songhe tribe's rebellion.
"call out!"
The jade slip flies into the night sky and will disappear immediately.
The faces of Chief Songhe and many elders changed, showing anxious expressions.