Swallow God Supreme

Chapter 3705 What Must Be Done
The underground magic hall, Mishu Palace.

The human race is in full swing, and the demon race is naturally the same.

In the entire Eighth Palace of the Underground Demon Palace, except for the Mishu Palace, the rest of the Seventh Palace are extremely noisy at all times.

In contrast, Mishu Palace is like a paradise.

at this time.

A group of powerhouses at the pillar level of the Demon Race gathered here on the eve of the Demon Sealing Banquet.

They are respectively, the Demon Emperor of Bliss, the Demon Emperor of Green Field, the Demon Emperor of Black Corpse, and the Demon Emperor of Baihan.

In the entire demon clan, only four of them can be titled 'devil emperor'. There was originally a purple array demon emperor, but after being killed by Qin Chen, only four remained.

Followed by the Palace of Strategy, Palace of War Preparedness, Palace of War Army, Palace of Resources, Palace of Inheritance and the Palace of Review Palace.

Even the young master 'Zhuang Ling' and the demon son 'Ao Jiutian' of the Bliss Core Hall, and the two palace masters of the Bliss Demon Hall are not qualified to come here.

It can be said.

At this time, these few people standing in Mishu Palace are the pillars of the demon clan.

If you compare the Demon Race to a palace.

Even if one of these pillars were broken, the palace would be in danger of collapsing.

If all die in battle, the palace will be reduced to a pile of ruins.

On weekdays, these people are the existence of the dragon without a head, and everyone has their own things to do, let alone at this juncture.

Obviously, there must be something very important to bring them together.

They stood side by side outside Mishu Palace, did not step in, did not complain or speak, but waited very patiently and quietly.

"Are you all ready?"

After a while, a vicissitudes and hoarse voice, as if from ancient times, came from the mysterious darkness of Mishu Palace.

"Ready."

The four devil emperors and the six palace masters replied in unison.

Any one of them has absolute power and rule in the Demon Race, but at this time, everyone's expression is quite respectful and serious.

There was even a hint of fear in it.

If the demons see this, they must be shocked. In the demons, what kind of existence can make these ten people like this?

"10,000 years...a whole 10,000 years."

The voice in the darkness seemed to be sighing, but the voice echoing in the darkness was like a raging fire that could destroy everything.

"Yeah, it's been 10,000 years. We have been hiding underground for 10,000 years without the sun. Even a mouse has a chance to see the sun, but we have no chance."

There were tears in the eyes of the Devil Emperor of Bliss, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were filled with deep hatred and revenge.

"I don't need to say more, you should all know how our demons have come here these years, how much we have paid, and how much we have prepared."

The ten leaders of the demon clan, including the Demon Emperor of Bliss, all have fierce expressions. The reason why they are as cruel as demons is because they hold too many emotions in their hearts.

These emotions surround them every day and every night, and I don't know how many nights they can't sleep.

How many nights did they dream that the demons ruled the Yuan Realm and became the masters of the Yuan Realm? They would jump up excitedly from their sleep, only to find that it was just a false dream.

just now.

They don't want to dream anymore.

They want to make this dream come true.

"You should know better, if we lose this time, what will happen to the ending."

The voice in the dark reminded, warned, and could even be interpreted as a threat.

They are all clear.

If they lose this time, the human race will definitely not give them another chance to make a comeback. They will be uprooted and completely disappear in this land.

"We will not lose."

The voice of the Devil Emperor of Bliss was decisive.

"What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I will apologize with death."

The Devil Emperor of Bliss answered without the slightest hesitation, without blinking his eyes, which represented his confidence and will.

If you lose, you will die.

"it is good!"

The voice in the darkness was full of excitement, very satisfied with the statement of the Emperor of Bliss.

"Go, this time, we demons will win!"

The voice full of faith, even obsession, resounded in the mysterious darkness, and reached the ears of the ten leaders including the Devil Emperor of Bliss, shaking their spirits.

The demons will win.

They all shouted in their hearts.

……

this night.

Countless human races cannot sleep.

Some were drinking heavily, saying the words 'the human race must win'.

Some are looking up at the boundless night sky, their thoughts go away, and they don't know what they are thinking.

Some are seizing the last ounce of time and practicing hard, just to be able to kill one more demon on the battlefield, so that they can fight for and contribute more to the victory of the human race.

The demons have the belief that they must win, and the human race is the same. Both races understand that they must be the only victor.

After statistics.

There are about tens of millions of human races participating in the Demon Sealing Banquet this time.

Compared with the total number of people in the Metaverse, this is only a very small part.

However, these tens of millions of people are the core of the entire human race, representing the Yuan Realm human race.

"Father, mother, I will come back to see you soon."

A young man is saying goodbye to his parents and hometown, and is going to Xunzhou. Before leaving, he is wiping away tears, with deep reluctance and nostalgia for this familiar land in his eyes.

He knew very well that once he left, he might not be able to come back.

"Go."

His father seemed quite calm, but when he spoke, his voice trembled a little.

His mother had already burst into tears, in order not to worry her son, she forcibly held back her tears, not daring to say a word, for fear that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.

She understood that what her son was going to do was a pretty great thing.

As a mother, of course she wants her son to be healthy and healthy.

However, she knew that she couldn't be so selfish.

The surrounding villagers stood in two rows to see him off, some were crying, some were full of pride, and some were full of respect as they watched the young man they had grown up with.

All around his ears were familiar voices, making the corners of his eyes moist.

No matter how hard or tired he was on weekdays, he never cried. This time, he cried because he couldn't help it.

"Brother Xiaomu, where are you going? Take me with you, okay?"

A three or four-year-old child's immature cheeks were full of innocence, and he tugged on Xiaomu's clothes, not knowing what happened.

Xiaomu knelt down, pinched the child's face, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaomu has something to do, and he will be back soon."

The child asked in a childlike voice, "What is Brother Xiaomu going to do?"

Xiaomu stood up, looked ahead, tears gradually stopped, and his eyes became extraordinarily firm and sharp.

"Do something, what I have to do."

(End of this chapter)