Straight Death Infinity

"call…"

After returning to the room, Fang Li lay directly on the bed, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

There is no tempering star power.

There is no plan to recharge your batteries.

It's just that I just want to lie down.

"Tomorrow…?"

A battle plan has been drawn up.

With Joan of Arc, an excellent leader in history, Fang Li shouldn't need to worry much about this kind of large-scale war.

However, if you want to say that you can rest assured, that's not enough.

After all, this time the opponent is not a character that can be dealt with casually.

"Zheng..."

When Fang Li was thinking about these things, there seemed to be a burst of light in the room.

But before Fang Li opened his eyes, a soft body with a familiar temperature lay in his arms.

"Are you thinking about tomorrow?"

The melodious voice that can attract billions of fans around the world gently echoed in Fang Li's ears.

Even if he didn't have to guess, Fang Li knew who the owner of this voice was.

Therefore, Fang Li gave up the plan to open his eyes, stretched out his hand, and hugged the girl lying in his arms.

"No way." Fang Li sighed, and said, "Even I dare not say that I will win this time?"

The largest Red World Apostle Group in modern times——"Masquerade Ball".

There are many powerful demon kings headed by Sanzhuchen, among them there are even killers like Shabrak who can compete with Hecate, Belupe Olu and even Shudenan.

Coupled with Fei Kelu who has the name of the iron wall, and a large number of Red World Apostles who are gathering from all over the world.

To be honest, in the face of such a terrifying army, the Huowu warriors had no advantage from the very beginning.

"The gap in quantity is still too much after all." Fang Li analyzed: "Not to mention the large number of Red World Apostles and even the Red World Demon King, but the phosphorus produced by those disciples is also a huge quantity."

Although, in front of Huowu fighters, Lizi is too small after all, and any novice can defeat mere Lizi, but in front of the huge number, there is still a great danger.

Not to mention, there are also relatively special existences among phosphorus.

Like the Lizi named Marian that the "Hunter" fell in love with in the past, she has extremely high intelligence and can use treasures to fight. May lose.

Even if such phosphorous particles are not many, only one ten-thousandth, under the incomparably huge number, they can also produce considerable combat power.

Under such circumstances, there are countless Red World apostles from all over the world, plus various Red World Demon Kings known for their strength. One can understand the size of the army that is about to face here.

On the other hand, the number of Huowu fighters is definitely not as high as that of the opponent.

Only demon king-level existences can conclude contracts with humans and make humans become fire fog warriors.

And the Crimson World Demon King was originally a rare individual known for his enormous strength.

In this way, the Huowu warriors are naturally lacking in numbers.

At least, according to Frieda's statistics, there will be about [-] Huowu fighters who can go to the battlefield by then.

"With [-] Huowu fighters facing off against an army of Red World Apostles whose army is at least a hundred times or even a thousand times larger than our own, this war will be unexpectedly cruel, isn't it?"

Fang Li pointed it out like this.

"Actually, if it weren't for Joan of Arc, the Huowu warrior's chances of winning would never exceed 10%."

Unless the Alastor in Shana's body is fully revealed, and the power of heaven's punishment will be destroyed.

Otherwise, the odds of winning for the Huowu warriors would be so low.

But the result of this was Shana's death.

The battle in Xingli Palace half a year ago was after all just an incomplete manifestation of Alastor.

If Alastor fully manifests his own power, then Shana, the container, will die no matter how big it is.

That's right.

Just like the previous "flame-haired and scorching-eyed killer" during the Great War hundreds of years ago.

Not only Silvia understood Fang Li's calculations, but Joan of Arc also understood.

"It is precisely because of this that we have the opportunity to use our strength."

Joan's voice came from the necklace in front of Silvia.

"The three huge advantages you have prepared for the Huowu fighters have greatly increased the odds of winning. Our chances of winning are definitely more than half."

This is a very objective statement, and it is not that Joan is in the consolation area.

Joan of Arc, who knew how well prepared Fang Li was, could say with certainty that as long as there were no accidents, the Huowu Warrior's chances of winning were definitely not low.

but…

"At best, it's just that the God of Creation didn't make a move..."

Fang Li spoke in a low voice.

Joan of Arc was also silent.

Yes.

This chance of winning can only be established if the God of Creation has not made a move.

If the God of Creation makes a move, there are only two ways to win here.

One: The full manifestation of Alastor.

Two: Fang Li liberates the restrictions of the magic eye, and even uses the power of the stigmata.

The former means Shana's death.

The latter means Fang Li's death.

Either side is doomed to sacrifice.

It is precisely because of this that Joan sincerely hopes that she can start the action before the second stage of the "Masquerade Ball", that is, to go to the gap between the two worlds and retrieve the body of the "Serpent of Sacrifice".

Now, it is a race against time.

In the end is the original body of the creator god to return first?

Or should "that thing" be sent to the outside places around the world first, taking a firm step for the victory of the Fire Mist Warriors?

It depends on whether Fang Li's preparations were quicker, or Bellepe Olu's schemes were quicker.

Thinking of this, Fang Li opened his eyes.

What appeared before his eyes were the cyanotic eyes staring at him, and Silvia's pretty face showing the most beautiful smile to him.

Embracing this most beautiful lover, seeing Silvia's touching eyes, Fang Li couldn't help smiling.

Immediately, she turned over and pressed down the lover in her arms.

"Ugh?"

This is Sylvia's exclamation.

"Huh? Huh?"

This is Joan's voice full of surprise, panic and bewilderment.

Looking at Silvia who opened her eyes wide and seemed to realize something, Fang Li showed an evil smile just like when the other party was teasing her.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Li took off the necklace in front of Silvia, and said to Joan with a half-smile.

"Can't you watch the next thing?"

In a word, it told Silvia and Jeanne what Fang Li planned to do.

"wait wait wait!"

"You...you said you can't see it...!? But...but I'm inside Sylvie's body...! I can still see it...!"

Sylvia and Joan of Arc cried out at the same time, blushing.

Especially Joan of Arc.

It is said that it can be seen, but in fact, Joan of Arc, who is one with Silvia, can even feel it completely, as if experiencing it personally.

How could Joan not panic?

But Fang Li turned a deaf ear to it.

"Perhaps he might die tomorrow?"

Fang Li said such words with a smile.

"I don't want to have any regrets."

The nonchalant and teasing speech completely disintegrated Silvia and Joan's plans to resist.

"what…"

Accompanied by an unknown exclamation, the quilt was covered on Fang Li and Silvia.

Before long, the clothes also started flying out.

……

"————!?"

Inside Silvia's body, Joan squatted down again.

"no, do not want…"

In a voice that sounded like weeping, Joan was dominated by extreme shame and emotion.

Joan really wanted to escape if she could.

But when she thought that Fang Li and Silvia were lovers after all, and she should not be an obstacle between them at all, Joan gave up half of it.

The other half is what Fang Li said just now.