Emperor of Death

Chapter 1879 The Fat Lord Arrives
The stick flew from afar, and then tapped lightly on the huge lightsaber.

A wonderful thing just happened. After such a terrifying lightsaber was knocked lightly by a wooden stick, it was knocked into nothingness.

Such a terrifying lightsaber is no longer in the starry sky.

In the starry sky, a voice exploded: "Who dares to bully my brother!"

Countless people heard the reputation, wanting to see what kind of master it is.

A short and fat figure flew from the distance of the starry sky. His eyes were small, and there was only a slit left when he squinted. The whole person looked very... wretched.

Yechen also opened his eyes, and looked at the acquaintance who suddenly appeared in disbelief: Brother Dou.

Little Fatty Bean.

Why did this guy suddenly appear in the starry sky and appear on this battlefield just as he would?

Of course, Yechen didn't believe it when he was killed, the blow just now was related to the little fat man.

The wooden stick in the starry sky moved again, knocking far away in the depths of the universe, and it seemed to fall gently, but after the blow just now, everyone knew the horror of this wooden stick.

Could it be that there are gods to be killed?
Countless people are trembling, especially those from the camps of darkness and light. Their belief is the gods, and the supremacy of the gods has been deeply imprinted in their hearts...

"Enough!" A voice sounded in the distance, and then a man with eight pairs of wings appeared on his back. The man's entire body was glowing with dazzling white light, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

As he pointed out with his fingers, a milky white light cut towards the earth-gray wooden stick, and sent the wooden stick flying back.

In the starry sky, a voice exploded: "Lancelot, you bastard, haven't your camp of light always emphasized glory and challenge? Now that your subordinate has desecrated the challenge, you still have to cover it up."

Countless people subconsciously widened their eyes, especially those from the light camp, who were even more excited when they heard the voice.

Lancelot, it turned out to be Lancelot.

That is a powerful upper god, who sits in the starry sky battlefield and is the deputy commander of the entire battlefield. Because of the existence of several of their superpowers, the human race stops in the starry sky and cannot enter the starry sky battlefield.Among the high gods, he is also one of the few masters.

Then, people turned their attention to the distance again.Who in the human race would dare to challenge Lancelot directly?Must be a ruthless person.

Yechen looked at the little fat man beside him, and asked strangely, "Why are you here?"

"Come to help you!" the little fat man said, "My bastard master received an order. We heard that you were in trouble, so we rushed over here, and fortunately we caught up."

"Your master?" Ye Chen looked at the little fat man in disbelief and said, "The one who made the move just now was your master?"

That terrifying power makes Ye Chen still have lingering fears. This wretched little fat man seems to have hugged a thigh.

"Here, it's that old bastard." The little fat man pointed into the distance.

In the starry sky, a fatter person came. He was as obese as a round ball, and his fat head and ears were almost squeezed into the ball by his fat body.

This is a man who is fatter and more wretched than Fatty.

When Shi Lingsheng saw the old man, he showed a very happy expression on his face, and hurriedly prostrated: "Junior pay respects to Fat Zun!"

When the rest of the people heard the words, they also saluted and said: "Meet Fat Zun!"

Ye Chen's heart trembled slightly. Although he had already overestimated the power of the fat little master, he did not expect that this guy with a fat head as big as a fat pig was actually a venerable, and he was called the venerable. .

This little fat man is so lucky to have such a big leg. It seems that he can cross the planetary battlefield in the future.

Yechen had many doubts in his heart, but now Yechen wisely chose to shut up.Yechen knew that with Fat Zun's arrival and the other party's existence called Lancelot, a small person like himself could no longer speak.

In the starry sky, the two are looking at each other.

Fat Zun and Lancelot faced each other from afar.

"Bastards, what kind of heroes are those behind the scenes? Don't you want the glory of the light camp?" Fat Zun roared.

Lancelot said slowly: "You are wrong, I am not trying to kill Yechen, but to see who comes from the human race, even if no one makes a move, it will not really kill Yechen .We are in the camp of light, and honor is more important than life."

Lancelot's voice was very nice, with a natural convincing power, countless masters of the light camp showed such expressions.

"Hypocrisy!" The human race despised Lancelot's performance.

Three black lines subconsciously appeared on Yechen's forehead. Are these people from the dark side of the dark camp all idiots?Usually, he is shrewd to death, but now he actually believes this Lancelot's sophistry.

Ye Chen absolutely believed that if Fat Zun didn't make a move, his own would definitely die. If it was really just for the human race to make a move, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?
"Hahaha, it's really hypocritical!" Fat Zun sneered, "I want to tell you on behalf of the human race today, if any gods dare to attack Ye Chen, our human masters will mobilize the entire army and kill everyone who stays in the starry sky battlefield." !"

Fat Zun's remarks made Lancelot extremely fearful. Obviously, the light camp is not ready for the attack of the whole human race. It's not that the light camp is afraid of the human race. On the contrary, the light camp has the power to suppress the human race. It's just that many masters of the light camp stay in the world of light to cultivate, and there are not many masters here.

There was no expression on Lancelot's face, and he said lightly: "I naturally obey the challenge of honor. As a god, you must not interfere with the duel between the envoys and Yechen, Fat Zun, what do you think?"

Fat Zun sneered and said: "Of course! If you send false gods to kill Yechen, it means he is not good at learning, so we will admit it, but if there are gods, I will kill him!"

Afterwards, the two turned their attention to the direction of the dark camp. In the dark camp, no one made a sound, but it represented acquiescence.

After such a big event, the masters of the human race and the light camp have descended, and there is no reason for the dark camp not to send out masters, just hiding in the dark.

"Yechen, can you fight?" Fat Zun asked, "Do you want to wait for three days?"

"No need!" Yechen said, "If you want to challenge, you can continue to come up."

The fat man nodded, then sat motionless in the air, and Lancelot also stood quietly in the void, tacitly acquiescing to the rules of the duel.

Masters of the light camp and the dark camp in the crowd, look at me, I look at you, no one really dares to challenge Yechen.

Lancelot's complexion became a little ugly.

Suddenly, a hoarse and misty voice resounded in the starry sky: "The wonderful smell of blood..."

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and there was no response, but it seemed to resound directly in the depths of a person's soul, making it impossible to refuse.

The expression of the person who heard this voice changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)