God after all

Chapter 233 The Vampire Azmodan's Fear
"Only guests who have received my invitation letter can come in from the castle openly, otherwise they will be regarded as intruders and will be shot to death.

Infrared rays and fast light bombs are estimated to beat you into a thousand holes. "

"It's terrifying. Who would dare to take a step closer to your castle? We wandered around the outside of the castle, and finally found a window that was not under surveillance."

"You are amazing, such a hidden loophole can also be found by you."

"It's the credit of my master, who flicked the stones in his hand to detect, and every stone was smashed into pieces by the rays and light bullets in the air.

It is difficult to move within a hundred meters of the castle. "

The snake Bonn spoke frightenedly, complaining that the red castle of the vampire Azmodan is really guarded.

"I have collected the world's most advanced weapons and weapons here. If the castle is not heavily guarded, wouldn't everyone want to come in?"

As we all know, the civilization of the vampire country is superior to that of human beings.

Their living standards are a mystery that ordinary people can't imagine. The civilization formed by the fusion of strange power and technology has reached its climax, and it is called the "God's Kingdom" on the ground by ordinary people.

Such a group of creatures who are regarded as gods by mortals, the spaceships they invented and created often travel in space.

With human wisdom, it is difficult to reach and invent and learn their technology.

Azmodan showed his huge arsenal to the black-clothed boy of unknown origin, many things that even the snake Bonn had never seen.

"I just want an ammunition that burns in flames."

"You mean the scar of the holy fire."

Azmodan's answer was simple and direct, and he didn't beat around the bush at all for this young man who was going straight to his goal.

"What gun are you using? Show me."

Seeing that the other party touched his waist with his fingers, and took out a silver pistol from the holster and handed it over, Azmodan's face changed slightly, and he took it with a somewhat stiff movement.

"What kind of magical thing is this? There is actually a virtual space that can hold ammunition hidden inside. I think it can hold about a thousand rounds."

Bonn stared at the young vampire in amazement, both because of his incredible eyesight and because of the strange internal structure of the God of Fury.

"Is this gun so powerful?"

The snake looked back at the Son, who looked normal, but did not get a positive response.

"Based on my experience of knowing countless weapons and weapons, this gun should not be something created by the vampire kingdom. Boy, where did you get it? Who are you?"

"You don't need to know much."

Leng Ji said with a clear purpose: "How about selling me ammunition that burns flames?"

Azmodan was speechless, and could only turn the conversation back to the Scar of the Holy Fire.

Leng Ji wanted to fill the gun with fire-burning ammunition for the God's Wrath Gun, which was made of the Philosopher's Stone, gunpowder, and fusion alchemy.

According to the analysis of the remaining memories of the previous life: this substance is different from the original ammunition substance of the God of Fury Gun, but it has similarities.

This similarity is that it is refined with the mysterious fire element to form ammunition that will spontaneously ignite after contacting air.

Listen to Azmodan said: The power of a bullet can kill a medium and large dragon in an instant.

However, it is quite expensive, and it is produced in Petswig, the land of vampires.

In the early days, it was invented by an earl of the country, named "Scar of the Holy Fire", a weapon developed by the earl to fight against the invasion of the demons. The power of exorcism once made the demon world frightened.

But these were all 3000 years ago.

After the Earl died in the war, the "Scar of the Holy Fire" never had a chance to improve in a more advanced and mysterious direction, and the mysterious technology died the moment the Earl was assassinated.

For more than 3000 years, the vampire Azmodan could only rely on the first-generation technology he mastered to develop the "Scar of the Holy Fire", and secretly smuggled it to all parts of the world.

The product that was once born from the war is now reduced to exile in the hands of profit-driven traders.

Leng Ji changed his mind temporarily, and wanted to use a sacred object in exchange to buy the secret recipe for making the "Scar of the Holy Fire" from the vampire Azmodan.

"As long as you give the secret recipe to my master, I think we will never meet again. Now this is the first and last time to make a deal with you."

"Who knows why you want the secret recipe of Scar of the Sacred Flame? Maybe it will be sold to others at a high price. If this secret recipe is spread, my business will plummet."

The divine snake Bonn laughed out loud when he heard this, "You judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." Before he could say this, the blunt words of the Son made it feel tight in the chest and short of breath.

"I will buy you bankruptcy with a ring."

The creepy Azmodan was dumbfounded, and stared at the boy in black who was shorter than himself like a monster.

He didn't seem to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but the aura exuding from his body was as calm as a mountain.

"What... ring?"

"A sacred object of the gods."

"what?"

Fear and surprise hit his heart directly, and the vampire Azmodan's mouth opened unconsciously.

"Young man, you are indeed extraordinary."

This young man who had been hidden in the ancient Faxic Empire for many years, and whose trafficking and smuggling network had secretly infiltrated the entire country, was born in the Petzwig dynasty.

His hometown is the capital of the dynasty, "Wedel", and it is also the birthplace of the earl who invented the Scar of the Holy Fire.

Born as a royal knight, he has been on the battlefield where he has fought against the demons for hundreds of years, witnessed the birth of the scar of the holy flame and the fall of the earl.

3000 years have passed, and now a young man with an extraordinary status wants to buy his rusty antiques with gods. Azmodan has no reason to refuse this good thing, which is undoubtedly favored by the goddess of fate.

He has countless weapons and weapons, and things like the scar of the holy fire are still far ahead of many weapons.

Expensive is its biggest flaw.

Witnessing the mysterious boy taking off the purple sapphire ring on his thumb, Azmodan, whose eyes were wide open, could hardly recover from the tension, and couldn't believe that such great luck would befall him.

"Do you just want the secret recipe for refining the Scar of the Holy Fire?"

Glancing at the Silent One standing in the dim light, Azmodan's shrewd eyes revealed hidden emotions.

Silent handed him the ring silently.

Just taking a look, he reached out to take it without hesitation, insisting that the deal was done.

"I will give you another discount, promise you a certain privilege, and issue you a certificate, which means that you can get the scar of the holy flame for free in every country in the world, and you can have as many as you want.

When those merchants see the proof, they will only come to me to ask for money, and they will not embarrass you. "

The reason why such an attractive condition was thrown out was because he didn't want the boy to go back on his deal with the god's holy object.

Facing the light, he raised his head slightly, grasped the ring with two fingers, and tried to figure out the ring's content, color and engraved fine words against the bright place.

Although he didn't have a deep study of the language of the gods of the heavens, he still knew a few big characters. He squinted his eyes to recognize the beautiful meaning of the words, and roughly recognized the mention of Michael in the inscriptions engraved on this ring.

His heart suddenly sank, and his face turned pale.

Looking at the black-robed boy in the half-bright light, it was such a mysterious figure of unknown origin that brought him unprecedented shock and fear.

Azmodan knelt down on the ground with a "plop", not daring to raise his head, kowtowing to the boy tremblingly.

Fear more than awe, filled the chest of this bearded young man at this moment.

"...Meet...Holy Son!"

Azmodan, whose voice could not contain the trembling, had to kneel and kowtow.

"You are so smart, you guessed who my master is so quickly."

Hearing the happy voice of the black snake from above his head, Azmodan felt his body break out in a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)