I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Of course, after becoming the Demon King, he seldom takes risks like before—after all, the occasions that require him to gamble his life are too rare.

He has become as precise and elegant as the nobles of his ancestors, and he thinks that he is a person who thinks about things rationally, unlike other fools who kill gods. The "Sage Council" at the top of the magic world was leveled by force.

What the Black Prince is most proud of is the battle between the Marquis of Vauban and the Hierarch Luo Hao, and the intensification of the conflict between Tony and the Marquis of Vauban. This is not the power of lies and deceit, but just a human strategy and accomplished greatness.

I have to say that Alexander enjoyed this kind of IQ crushing very much. In his eyes, the cruel Marquis of Vauban was just an angry old wolf, and Tony was a belligerent dog with only bones in his eyes. He is a weirdo who loves cross-dressing, the leader Luo Hao is like a proud rooster...

"Character is the greatest enemy."

But the place where the Black Prince had the most presence was not in Europe, but in the mainland that was the Qing Dynasty at that time.

Luo Hao's indifference and the faint tendency of Iron Wheel King in the snowy plateau are perfect opportunities to intervene, so the Black Prince began to promote his layout in the Qing Dynasty. An enclave of the Black Prince Wangli Factory.

Of course, even if this plan did not succeed, the power of Wangli Factory still entered the mainland smoothly. In the form of concession merchants and industrial tycoons, they analyzed a large number of martial arts mental methods that were only circulated in the East. Reliquary peeled away - most of the plans have been successful.

Luo Hao didn't care about things, but Iron Wheel King turned a blind eye, which was the best environment for him to carry out his plan.

But since when have times changed?

The Black Prince thought hard, three months ago?No, at that time Tang had recovered the old land and radiated his influence to farther places.

That was the moment when Luo Hao was killed. The battle between the White Lotus King and the Eastern Emperor ended in a big defeat for the former, and what followed was the complete collapse of the Black Prince's layout on the mainland—first of all, the factory lost its own sales. The object, then the archaeological team that excavated the holy relic was seized, and then even the factory itself was swallowed up as state property!

"fxxk!"

The Black Prince clenched the head of his cane angrily, and threw out a curse in a gentle manner.

This is almost a steal!

But so what, the speed at which he gathers is completely inferior to the speed at which Donghuang copied and did not transform. Tang is like a huge melting pot. The cover changes and accommodates it.

Thinking of the people who belonged to the Wangli Factory, standing in the open space every morning and shouting "Long Live His Majesty the Eastern Emperor of the Tang Dynasty" to the Bronze City, and then frantically turning into a gear to work for Tang, the black prince's face turned dark unconsciously. down.

"Patience, Alexander, you must be patient."

The Black Prince took a deep breath, he knew that Li Lin was tempting him to attack in this way, so that he could be killed logically like Luo Hao.

"You think I, Alexander Gascoigne, will be hooked by your lunatic?"

The Black Prince suppressed his anger and sneered, as if he was in a passionate line-up with the imaginary Li Lin in the void.

Alexander has simulated the character of every godslayer, including himself-this is why he can handle the godslayers so well. The proud demon kings never mind that there is a trap in front of them.

They will only wade through the pit with an invincible posture, even if it is a cesspit, this is the arrogance of the godslayers.This arrogance is so twisted.

However, Alexander never thought that this Eastern Emperor, who seemed to be far-sighted and thoughtful at every step, could think so strangely that it was impossible to establish and cultivate a character model about Li Lin.

This can only show one thing, Li Lin is really a complete lunatic.

No one can imagine what a madman will do.

"So, be patient."

"Quack quack quack."

A raven flew from the window, stopped on the window sill, and handed Alexander the letter scroll in its beak.

The Black Prince stretched out his hand to pick up a strip of meat, the raven snatched it away and spread his wings away.

"Let me see..." When the Black Prince's eyes fell on the wax paint on the letter scroll, he realized that it was a message from the Far East Intelligence Agency.

The Far East Intelligence Bureau was not an institution funded by him, but an intelligence organization promoted by the council of wise men earlier than him.

Although the Wangli Factory and the Council of Sages were hostile to each other, the Black Prince Alexander did not dislike the Far East Intelligence Agency, and even bought information from it several times.

However, after opening it, the Black Prince's face became completely gloomy, and then an angry expression appeared on his face.

"Too much deception! Too much deception!"

"How dare he do this? How dare he!" The Black Prince paced back and forth in the room, gnashing his teeth.

Half of his face remained as cold as ice, while the other half of his face was ferocious like a devil. His gentle and elegant temperament no longer existed, and was replaced by a sacred smell mixed with evil.

Although he had reservations in his heart, when he saw the undoubted information, Alexander's eyes were still darkened.

——My power in the Far East was completely uprooted. Although those who fell into Li Lin's hands did not die, they seemed to have been distorted by something. The direct waste is used as fertilizer.

Almost half of the power in the entire Wangli factory fell to Tang, how could the black prince bear it?

"Damn, I can't bear it anymore."

The Black Prince pushed open the door with a heavy face, and then realized that he was not fighting alone: ​​there was another godslayer who had a similar experience with him, and he must be equally interested in Tang.

"Put me through... [Pluto] John Pluto Smith."

377 Pluto (Free Chapter)

John Pluto Smith, America's [Pluto], a superhero that exists in the world.

But that was just a mask, and only Pluto himself knew that it was just a disguise to cover up his true face.

——Anne Charlton, is her real name.

Beneath the tough and stalwart superhero, there is a young female university teaching assistant, a woman full of aristocratic fun who never forgets her calmness in the face of any difficulties.

As the Pluto of secretism, Pluto did not have a large number of followers like other godslayers. Although he had the entire United States as his kingdom, he still did not establish a force of his own. A few scattered right-hand men.

Just like the League of Super Heroes in the movie, less but better.

This is because there are too many secret sects in the vast land of the United States, which is a mixture of advanced and backward, civilized and barbaric, rich and poor.

——The secret religious group that swindled and deceived in the name of the apocalyptic religion, the secret religious organization that believed in the mother of the earth in the past era, and even the pawns secretly supported by other godslayers, secret gangs that obtained extraordinary power by accident...

They are densely distributed in metropolises such as Washington, Metropolis, and San Francisco, and also scattered in rural villages in states such as Kansas, Florida, Wisconsin, and Texas. The savage growth refers to these folk secret groups.

They broke into this mysterious world, and quickly threw away their reserve as human beings, and dyed themselves completely black.

Kidnapping, sacrifice, spiritual practice... when encountering these religious groups, Pluto had to kill one by one.

"The enemy is Hades, Pluto!"

The leader of the secret religious group in front of him shouted: "Don't take it lightly!"

Then he seemed to cast some kind of frenzied spell, controlling most of the minions to push in the direction of Hades, and then tried to slip away from the secret passage dug in advance with a few cronies.

"Hmph, you don't have to worry about it."

From under the mask of John Pluto came a beautiful tenor voice, the cloak fluttering on his shoulders, under which he was dressed in dark blue old European-style aristocratic clothes.

The full moon in the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and frantic thunder and lightning trembled down from the clouds, hammering the ground.

The office building originally used to house the mission disappeared out of thin air, and was replaced by a 15-meter-high giant with a towering silhouette like a mountain.

——Power [Super Transformation · Meta Morpho Seth].

This power is usurped from the first sun god "Smoke Mirror" in Aztec legend, that is, Tescatlipoca, which allows John Pluto to freely display the five incarnations after offering sacrifices .

And now the first incarnation he showed, the great magician, needs sacrifices, which are the towering buildings made by all human civilizations.

The giant was somewhere between majestic and withered, like a mummy, but wearing a towering feather crown, its figure floated and sank in the smoke, and its face was as black as a mirror.

The pitch-black flame wrapped around his giant body, as if he was carrying the sun on his back, and also like a breeze that was everywhere.

Its right leg made of obsidian reflects a mirror-like color under the eerie moonlight.

"In order to destroy you, let me tell you about my great deed—eating the meat of the sacrifice, the delicious parts... Now I am a god!"

Ling Ling said, the ancient wheel of time turned vicissitudes, under the burning solar calendar stone, the first sun in American mythology raised his hand, and waved it down towards the fleeing secret order.

The clouds and smoke entwined with lightning turned into pitch-black fire, and Thunder's spear fell ferociously to the ground, annihilating all the fleeing esoteric believers, together with the spells they summoned.

The thunder in the clouds suddenly crossed, illuminating the devastated land.

The avatar known as the Smoke Mirror has disappeared, and John Pluto, the king of the underworld who exercised this power, is also missing.Only the broken land that was burned by the fire and then ravaged by strange forces remained. After this incident, the spiritual vein of Los Angeles was completely cut off.

"This is Pluto..."

"This is the god who protects us!"

"Los Angeles, no, Guardians of America!"

Pluto doesn't care whether his battle will be watched by people, so at the edge of the battlefield, nearly a thousand people gather here-they are not just to watch the fun, but also pray for Pluto, just like Pluto's believers.

As a real superhero, Pluto makes people excited every time he returns victoriously. Some film companies have even launched four superhero series movies about John Pluto.

"It's been a gratifying wait, my friend."

Jack, who was waiting on the edge of the battle ruins, heard the familiar melodious tenor voice. He turned around and saw John Pluto in a black cape walking towards him with his hands behind his back.

"You're always like this," Jack snorted, substituting a sneer for complaints, which seemed resentful, but was in fact exactly how he and John Pluto expressed their friendship.

Just like Detective Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson in the novel, Jack is Pluto's assistant, but he only stepped into the mysterious world with half a foot, and he doesn't know any spells, so naturally he can't participate in Pluto's battle middle.

"Haha, don't do this, my friend." John Pluto pulled his arm from behind and made an apologetic gesture, "You can help me control the situation around me, huh, this is already a great help. "

"That's right." Jack laughed and stretched, "Drink?"

"Not today, I'm afraid." John Pluto chuckled. "See you next time, Jack, then."

All the lights around Long Beach were extinguished, and the figure of Pluto gradually became slender in the night, and the surroundings fell into pure darkness. Whether it was artificial lights or natural fires, all were taken away, leaving only the pale sky A pale moon floats among the branches of the woodland.

Even if someone took out a flashlight or mobile phone to illuminate, it still couldn't shine any light.

——The second incarnation, Leopard, the required sacrifice is the surrounding light, which lasts until the early morning.

The slender leopard shape flashed in the dark night, and the two dark green pupils quickly moved away.

"Goodbye, John Pluto Smith."

In the darkness, Jack took off the hat on his head and bowed slightly to the distant wind.

He knows that this is not a permanent tactic, as long as the city is in crisis and a new storm emerges, the black masked king will definitely return again.

......

The vigorous jaguar crosses the dark woodland where the trees are dancing, and shuttles through the neon lights of the city in the steel jungle.

Several eye-catching dazzling neon lights swept across the tall buildings, and the leaping jaguar arced across the night sky, falling into the shadow cast by the tall buildings in the city.

Then a white woman with short red hair stepped out of the shadows. She walked into the university where she taught with an iceberg-like face.

At this time, she changed from Pluto John Pluto to young Anne Charlton.

A kind old black man stepped forward, this is her nominal mentor Joe Best.

In fact, Best is also one of Anne's few helpers in the mysterious world, and one of the few people who knows her true identity.

"A call, looking for you."

"Me?" Anne Charlton pulled the ice-like face, "Is it for Anne, or for Pluto?"

"Actually, this is a call from Prince Hei." The old man sighed, "He invited you to visit Qing Kingdom."

Even though Tang has recovered the whole territory and spread his radiating power to East Asia, these western countries still firmly call the mainland the Qing Dynasty.

"What's the reason?" Annie raised her head in doubt.

"For the future." Best poured a glass of brandy for himself and Anne.

"What nonsense." Annie drank the wine in the glass, and a smear of blood rose on her cheeks.

"But the power of the Congress was indeed frustrated in the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"Perhaps it should be described as more than frustration..." Best took a sip of brandy, but fortunately no subtle expressions could be seen on the black face, "Our agents in the Qing Dynasty were wiped out."

"I see." Annie picked up the precious bottle of brandy, "Tell the Black Prince and the Congress, I will leave in a week."

Each use of the avatar requires a seven-day wait, and John Pluto will only appear when he is fully prepared.

378 Sendo Punk

"Don't worry, come one by one!"

The team leader in charge of dispatch waved the command flag and directed the heavy van in front of him to drive onto the vacated highway.

The driver in charge of driving turned pale, and he couldn't help but loosen and clenched his hands several times before he dared to grasp the steering wheel in front of him.

"Xiao Wang, are you in a hurry?" The old driver next to him rolled down the window and smiled at the young driver who was new to the road, "Don't be afraid, just follow the instructions."

The old driver gave the young driver a thumbs up to encourage.

"What you love is your life."

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen."