The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 353 Blood debt, blood repayment!
As mentioned in the last chapter, the blood and the battle angel Michael blew themselves up together. As a result, the blood fell on a corpse, while the battle angel Michael was covered in blood and stood in mid-air in a panic.

Chu Mo was furious, and the blood mist left around gathered together one after another as if feeling Chu Mo's anger.

At the same time, Kerry Xingbo, the golden armored god of war on the ground, has also woken up.

Hu Wuming and Gu Muming were overjoyed to see that Kerry Xingbo, the God of War in golden armor who had been in a coma for a long time, had woken up.

Whether facing Chu Mo and others, or facing the gods and demons in the sky, the strength of Gu Muming and Hu Wuming is really not enough.

Now the golden armored war god Kerry Xingbo has woken up, so he has an extra strength. In this lonely and helpless situation, the golden armored war god Kerry Xingbo's awakening seems like a life-saving straw. So the key.

"Master Kerry, how do you feel?" Gu Muming walked aside very carefully, supported the coughing golden armored God of War Kerry Xingbo, and asked with concern.

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"Cough...cough...the whole body seems to be falling apart...cough..." Kerry Xingbo coughed twice when he heard Gu Muming's question, and said slowly with a pale face. After speaking, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, He hurriedly asked, "Where's the angel?"

"Angel..." Gu Muming and Hu Wuming raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

"Angels have really descended on the Gods and Demons Continent again... Cough... Seraphim? Seraphim?" Kerry Xingbo looked at Gu Muming and Hu Wuming's eyes, and saw the six pairs of pure white angels in the sky. His wings are so dazzling, he said repeatedly excitedly.

"Battle Angel Michael, prepare to die!" An extremely arrogant voice suddenly sounded from the other side.

"Battle Angel Michael? Cough... God..." Kerry Xingbo originally thought that he would be very lucky to see an ordinary angel, but he didn't expect that what he saw today turned out to be a legend, thousands of The boss of the Seraphim years ago, the battle angel Michael, suddenly thought of the extremely arrogant voice just now, it was... that voice was very familiar.

Kerry Xingbo turned his head and saw that another piece of sky was surrounded by countless blood mist, and there was a person standing there.

A man, a man with murderous intent erupting all over his body.

The mysterious black hair was casually draped behind his head, and his face was blocked by a layer of blood-colored light, so he couldn't see clearly, but the pair of pitch-black eyes were emitting a chilling light, and the slightly curved mouth corners still had With that evil smile, every gesture of his hands, this man filled his surroundings with evil, arrogance, violence and other elements.

The thick fog of blood fluttered along with his words and deeds.

When he was calm, the blood mist was calm, and when he was berserk, the blood mist skyrocketed.

"I am full of murderous intent, as if there is no one else around; looking around the world, I am the only one."

At some point, Chu Mo read these words out of his mouth.

Chu Mo no longer remembers which YY novel he read this passage from.

However, at this time, this place, this scene, this object, this person, Chu Mo remembered this sentence.

The death of Xue was a great shock to Chu Mo.

For Battle Angel Michael, perhaps, blood is just a dirty creature, and for Odin, blood is just a powerful blood corpse king, a tool that can be used.

But to Chu Mo, blood is not these things, but a brother, a partner, and the closest comrade-in-arms.

Looking back, the formation of the Dark Night Mercenary Group encountered blood as the first task they received.

The two had a big fight, but they came together because of the similarity in their zhenqi.

These two people, it can be said that they don't know each other!

The few big fights when they first met made both sides understand each other's strength, and they were delighted to often exchange ideas.

Blood's speed, strength, and explosive power are all perfect, and he also has a body of steel and iron, completely ignoring ordinary magic attacks and absolute physical attacks.

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Chu Mo is because he has the bloody true energy of BT, coupled with his family's Tai Chi skills, and the golden ratio body that the old man who was the founding god made for him.

In terms of body alone, blood is stronger, but when it comes to various tricks, we have to talk about Chu Mo.

In the distance, there are all kinds of magic to smash at will, and in the near, there are Taijiquan, Taijijian, drawing circles to resist, and using softness to overcome rigidity.

The battle between the two lasted like this for a long time, until they met the slave trader Bapil in the Iron and Blood Kingdom. Together they entered the primeval forest, killed the necromancer, destroyed the black tower of the undead, and then went to the dwarves to venture into the dungeon!
After rescuing the slave group and establishing the Chu family army, Xuedu closely followed Chu Mo.

Returning to the Beast Man Plateau, Xue followed Chu Mo, entered the crisis-ridden City of Beasts, and helped his companions. Iaquinta became a new generation of Beast King!

When Chu Mo snatched a marriage, Xue and his companions held off a large number of enemies and helped Chu Mo successfully snatch several beautiful wives.

Chu Mo can vividly remember these things, but in fact, there are still many, many things that blood has done, but Chu Mo doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Everything is a thing of the past.

The blood is gone, the only thing Chu Mo has to do is revenge!
"Blood debt, blood payment!" Chu Mo shouted at the blood-stained battle angel Michael who was covered in blood all over his body.

"Blood debt, blood repayment!" On the ground, the members of the Dark Night Mercenary Group stood up one after another, all of their fighting spirit enveloped their bodies, and the magic elements were gathering rapidly. The strange person in the middle, the most trustworthy companion, that powerful companion, couldn't help but say in their mouths.

"A mob!" The battle angel Michael smiled, looking at the group of people roaring in unison on the ground with disdain, and then at the troublesome human being shrouded in blood mist on the opposite side.

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"It seems, Michael, today is your day of death!" Odin stood aside, waving 'Mie Shi' with his hand, and said loudly.

"Uncle of the Demon Race, can you not intervene?" Chu Mo asked softly as he turned his head and locked on Odin with a pair of dark eyes.

"Human boy, without my help, I can't kill Battle Angel Michael." Odin understood the feelings of Chu Mo and others at this time, but he deliberately emphasized the words Battle Angel Michael.

He hoped that Chu Mo and others would understand that the enemy standing in front of them was not an ordinary enemy, but Michael, the most powerful battle angel among the heavenly gods.

Unfortunately, Chu Mo would not accept such a foreign aid.

Chu Mo's pride does not allow this, and the pride of the Night Mercenary Corps does not allow this.

"Uncle's kindness, Chu Mo accepts it; but Xue is a member of our dark night mercenary group, and the members of the group died in battle. As the group leader, if I still rely on others to take revenge, then I might as well not be the group leader." After listening to Odin's words with a blank face, Chu Mo replied sonorously.

Chu Mo's answer, invisibly, raised the morale of the members of the Dark Night Mercenary Corps on the ground to the extreme.

Nabalu held a long sword, a large number of dark elements wrapped his body, his long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his blood-red pupils were full of killing.

Barnik on the side holds two daggers, and his eyes are fixed on the battle angel Michael in the sky. His figure is getting darker and darker, and soon, it seems to be a shadow that has merged into the ground.

(End of this chapter)