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"Don't worry, Your Highness, your subordinates have already made a perfect solution, so leave the demon flame to them!"

Seeing the gratitude and appreciation shown by the daughter of Mamen, Prince Ye Blade felt very excited and repeatedly sent a message to promise, "In the next conference, my subordinates will definitely seize the head of the Demon Flame and give it to His Royal Highness the Princess as a gift!"

"Then I'll leave this demon flame to you." The daughter of Mamen looked at Prince Ye Blade, nodded and said, "But no matter what the result is, Ye Blade, you need to ensure your safety. Our Dark Demon Realm needs you."

Although she said that, in fact, the daughter of Mamen wanted to be finished earlier in her heart by the Night Blade Prince and his father, Night Evil Demon King. However, now it is the time to use people, she can only use some false intentions and provocation to coax the Night Blade Prince.

Sure enough, after hearing the little concern of the daughter of Mamen, Prince Ye Blade was so excited that he almost burned. He hurriedly followed the daughter of Mamen and tried to please him very hard. In addition, his bearded Pulton, also flattered for a while.

In the eyes of the master and servant, the son of the demon god who was slowly walking towards them seemed to be the stepping stone on their road to success!

It seems that as long as this son of the demon god can be solved, the champion of this Hell Conference will be their favorite. The amazing daughter of Mamen seems to be at your fingertips.

By that time, even the entire dark demon realm will probably fall into the hands of his Night Blade Prince and his father Night Evil Demon King in the following days!

Prince Ye Blade and his one-armed bearded Pulton, the one-armed bearded man under his close friend, had his eyes shining when he thought of their great future. Even the eyes that looked at Wang Yan were filled with a ruthless look of eagerness to try.

I'm afraid we'll have to forget about the new and old hatreds together.

Wang Yan naturally also saw Prince Ye Blade and his confidants. The eyes of the two sides were in the air, and the fierce edge was like a powder barrel that ignited the fuse, as if it would explode at any time.

The audience did not understand the festival between the two, but was just in the Xiaosha atmosphere that was set off between the two. They were shocked and nervous, and secretly exclaimed in their hearts: Is this the so-called "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers?"

"You can really mess with enemies everywhere."

The Dark Saint couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart and muttered secretly.

It seems that Wang Yan had been in contact with the Prince Ye Blade and seemed to have become enemies. However, based on her understanding of Wang Yan, that guy would definitely not suffer any losses, so she was not worried. Moreover, she was able to throw the big trouble of Ye Blade to Wang Yan, and she was also happy at the Hell Conference.

As the deputy general of the Dark Saint, Asmod, the leader of the evil spirit, still looks gentle and calm and restrained.

He looked at the Dark Saint, then looked back and forth between Ye Ren and Wang Yan, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if seeing Wang Yan and Prince Ye Ren made a grudge, it was a very comfortable thing for him to see him.

"Okay, it's up to us!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

"Let's go, oh!"

As Wang Yan walked out of the passage, the group of subordinates and troops behind him were all full of energy, followed closely behind with great excitement.

Especially Lord Chihuo, he was full of energy.

He was born humble and his mother died for him since he was a child. His father Chi Lian did not recognize him at all. As an unrecognized illegitimate child, he grew up completely on the streets and alleys. Later, he was lucky enough to be a nominal lord, but he was so poor that he was bullied by wild monsters like the master of Yanhu in the fiefdom.

It was not until he met the boss Wang Yan that he turned over and achieved his current achievements.

Now, he actually came to the world of hell, the highest palace of the strong, and was about to accept the review of the three great demons and the people of all hell. How could he not be excited or excited?

"Hahaha, the applause is more warmer! The cheers are louder! My Lord Chihuo is here!"

Lord Chihuo was full of energy and passionately, and pulled his mount and set out into the field.

His mount was a lava hellhound that was rubbed from Wang Yan. The majestic and arrogant lava hellhound undoubtedly greatly increased his expansion of self-confidence at this moment.

However, just as he stepped into the venue, the originally very enthusiastic scene suddenly became quiet.

An awkward atmosphere began to flow in the air.

Lord Chihuo was surprised and wondered if he didn't have a boss? Why did the audience feel cold when the boss went out? He wouldn't be so unpopular, right?

After a brief silence at the scene, a series of doubts began to reach his red-huo ears.

"What, what?"

"This, these are..."

"Slave? His Highness Demon Flame actually used a miscellaneous slave cannon fodder army to join the battle? What's the joke?"

Not only the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp, there were doubts coming from the crowd, but even the audience in the Purgatory Demon Realm's own camp were stunned at this moment.

The team behind Wang Yan is indeed well-equipped, but the racial characteristics of those fat ogres, barbarian soldiers full of tendons, enchanting succubus and charming harpies, their racial characteristics and armor cannot be covered.

What's more, these armies and some generals also had slave collars around their necks. As long as the people at the scene were not fools, they could tell at a glance that this was a mixed team composed entirely of slaves and barbarian soldiers.

"Tsk tsk, the demonic flames of the Purgatory Demon Clan are too arrogant, right?"

"Slaves are all miscellaneous slaves. What did that magic flame think? He dared to use the army of slaves to participate in the Hell Conference? Is it true that the main aces of other forces are all made of paper?"

"Those slave troops look very well-equipped."

"What's the use of good equipment? Look at the slaves, most of them are half-step S-level miscellaneous soldiers, and the legendary level ratio is not even one-tenth. This kind of strength is generally considered elite, but this is the Hell Conference?"

"Hmph, why, do you look down on others? Can he be so arrogant because he is the son of the demon god?"

"Haha, what's so great about the Son of the Demon God? The leader in our dark demon realm camp is also the daughter of the Demon God!"

"It seems that the leader of one side is not the heir of His Majesty the Demon God."

“…”

Wang Yan led a mixed-style slave army, which directly caused the audiences of the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp to explode.

The Hell Conference is a prosperous conference where the top young men in the world of Hell are fighting to the death. It is also a stage for the three demons to fight each other. The rules adopted are the legion battles that simulate real wars. Therefore, each side has a supreme demon support. The young heroes who lead the army are all the top ace troops among the major forces. No matter how bad cannon fodder is, they are also elites selected.

But now, the son of Satan, Mo Yan, is good. He only used a group of mixed slave legions to participate in the battle. Is this bullying the other two demon gods? Or is he already reached a certain level of arrogant and dares to joke about his own life?

Especially Prince Ye Blade, he frowned. Why did this Demon Flame God Son bring these slave legions to the battle? Although he had fought with these slave legions last time, these slave legions were still elite.

But no matter how elite he is, he is just a half-step S-level foundation, plus some captain-level legends.

Among these hundred people, there are only half of the legendary level?

Let me ask, which seed-level player has not brought a hundred legendary troops in the 100-player battle in the primary competition?

Just as Ye Blade was thinking.

"What's the argument? Slave, what's wrong with the slave?"

Lord Chihuo saw the audiences from the two camps around him talking, and immediately roared at the crowds of both sides, "I am the number one loyal dog of His Royal Highness Demon Flame!"

After this roar, many subordinates and troops in the slave army led by Wang Yan immediately responded loudly.

"That's right! I'm going to be a slave to His Royal Highness Demon Flame. What's wrong?"

"You want to be a good person, can you?"

"That's right, you want to be your slaves to Your Highness Demon Flame, Your Highness Demon Flame may not accept you!"

"Why are you glaring? I'll pick out your eyes again!"

After being yelled by Wang Yan's team, the audiences in the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp were all shocked.

After reacting, Qi Qi cursed in his heart, what are you kidding? Those slaves actually dared to scold people and even locked their eyes out?

Oh my god!

True or false? They heard it right? Where did these slaves get their confidence and courage?

The audiences of the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp were stunned at this moment, and their heads were a little dizzy.

However, it was not only these slaves who surprised them. The audience of the Purgatory Demon Realm camp opposite also recovered from a brief shock and then launched a fierce verbal battle against the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp.

"Our great Demon Flame, it is enough to deal with you third-rate guys, using a miscellaneous slave legion!"

"Yes! That's right! We don't need any ace troops to deal with you soft guys!"

"What's wrong? Not convinced? See you on the battlefield later?"

“…”

The audience of the Purgatory Demon Clan camp, the son of the Demon God who had completely no brainstormed Wang Yan's transformation, cursed the audience of the two camps opposite, and even the participating teams were severely despised.

With such a scolding, the audiences from the other two camps would definitely not agree. It was related to dignity, and these audiences could not care whether the projection of the demon god was present or not, and they were like the other party launching a counterattack on the spot.

Soon, the audience from the three major camps fell into a mess of mutual insults, and the entire venue became chaotic.

"This is really a damn death..."

The Dark Saint's expression was awkward, and a cold sweat was secretly smearing in her heart, thinking that Wang Yan can really cause trouble. He was the most participants in the hell conference in history, but he was made like this.

Next to the Dark Saint, Asmod, the leader of the evil spirit, was unexpected, but more interested. The Fallen Angels were people who were unwilling to surrender to the rules and authority. Otherwise, they would not have followed Lord Samael and betrayed the God of Light. But now it seems that this son of the Demon God, Mo Yan, has a more rebellious spirit than the Fallen Angel.

Opposite, the daughter of Mamen was dumbfounded under the mask, and cold sweat infiltrated. She thought to herself that it was obviously a solemn and solemn hell conference, and she was nervous throughout the whole process. What happened now? Is this son of the demon god Mo Yan too arrogant? Or is she really not afraid of death?

"This guy who doesn't know how to live or die..."

Prince Ye Blade was planned to think about it and secretly scolded the demon flame for being so arrogant and looking for death!

However, this demonic flame will not be long before. The Hell Conference is about to begin. Ye Bian must solve this annoying guy with his own hands, so that his Ye Bian's name will resound throughout hell!

Whether he wants to show off or hide his strength, he has to kill him by using these miscellaneous slave army and pretending to be the ace army to fight.

"Sir Satan, what's wrong with your son? Do you want to look down on me with a slave to challenge the daughter of the god?" The dark demon Mamen glared at the stands above the venue, and his anger suddenly arose.

"Hmph, according to God's eyes, it's not that his son looks down on others, but that he Satan does this on purpose!" The fallen demon god Samar gradually became gloomy, "What? I think that after having this son, your illegitimate son will defeat the heir of God?"

There was a quarrel below, and now the two demons were angrily staring at each other. The demon god Satan was so cold sweating inside, and he sighed in his heart that his son could really cause trouble.

On such a formal and serious occasion, he brought a group of inferior slaves to the stage. Isn’t this an obvious mockery of the whole audience?

When the demon god Satan thought of this, he sighed in his heart. He had long said that he would let this kid lead his Yanzhuo massacre and Yanxi plunderers to play majestic, but this kid insisted on using his slave army. Isn’t this sincere cause trouble?
To be continued...