Ark's Journey to the Demon God

"Lord Chief? Please give me your orders."

The Phedians saluted the royal chief, and the royal chief nodded and said: "You are here, Albert... have you seen this image?"

The Phedian smiled and said: "I have seen that the royal chief... is indeed a very difficult enemy."

Can it be tricky?

More than 1000 people!Even if there are more than 1000 pigs, it will take a long time to catch them, right?However, Shen Muke only spent more than 20 minutes.

"So, are you confident in killing him?"

The royal chief had a gloomy face. The Albert in front of him was the most powerful among his mercenaries. Not only did he possess absolutely powerful force, he also possessed very mysterious Origin Stone skills!

Right now, the royal chief can only rely on him.

"Of course! Lord Chief, of course I can."

Albert seemed confident, and he slowly said: "This white-haired guy seems to have tempered some kind of poison on his spear, which also allows him to kill so many people at once. Matching it, His speed is indeed as terrifying as teleportation, even beyond the sound barrier..."

"However, I am not afraid of him!" Albert patted his chest and said, "I am from Phedea, so I am not afraid of poison, and my speed is also very fast!"

"The most important thing is, I'm stronger than him!"

Albert seemed a little excited, which made his pupils gradually shrink: "Although I don't know where he came from as a master...but I know that he is dying!"

"No matter how strong a player is, once he gets older, his strength will inevitably decline. And if he has old injuries from his youth, his strength will decline even more horribly!" "He has turned gray. Judging from the arms, he is also very thin, and there are many wrinkles and scars on his face!"

"Therefore, I conclude! He must have reached the end of his strength! Even if he was a legend who had experienced hundreds of battles when he was young, he is no longer good now!"

The royal chief nodded, agreeing with Albert's statement, but he was still inevitably panicked in his heart.

Don't let anything happen to you...

boom!

The two masters and servants in the hall looked towards the door, where Shen Muke was leaning on the broken door frame, the spear in his hand tapping the ground gently.

"You two...who is the royal chief?" Shen Muke asked jokingly.

"I'll deal with him. You can take refuge first..." Albert drew out two scimitars and said slowly.

Chief Ibat nodded, left his seat, and headed to the back of the house.

He always felt a little panicked. At the moment, it was better to pack up his things as soon as possible and take his family to find a safe house to take refuge!

Looking at the leaving figure of the royal chief, Shen Muke smiled and said, "It seems that you are not the royal chief?"

"Indeed, it's not, but it doesn't matter, because the last person you see will be me, so you can just treat me as the royal chieftain." The two swords in Albert's hand turned in a circle, and he felt a little Excited, but also a little nervous.

It’s been a long time since I met a real master.

"Oh, are you sure? If you beg for mercy, I can keep your body intact, so it won't be too ugly~"

"Really? Haha, maybe 30 years later, a master like you is indeed qualified to speak like this..." Albert said disdainfully: "But now, old guy, the world belongs to young people!"

Albert lowered his body, and the next second he appeared behind Shen Muke!

The green snake eyes were shining with strange light, and his Origin Stone skills were activated!

Albert's Origin Stone skills are inherited from his family. In his field of vision, the movement of all objects will be slowed down, as if time has frozen!

Coupled with this ability and his speed, he can easily discover the weaknesses of his opponents and defeat them!

The use of poison is too low. Only one blow can kill you. Only extreme speed and accuracy are the real ways!

With this method, Albert has killed countless powerful people, and now, the one in front of him can't escape either!

"It's really interesting. Do you want to see me? Then I'll let you see..."

hiss--

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

A severe headache swept over him, accompanied by a burning sensation in his eyes. Albert scratched his face frantically. What did he see just now?

It was the vastness of walking in the sky, and the weight of traveling in the sea. He couldn't understand the person in front of him, and he couldn't understand that there was a real angel, a real devil, and a real God standing in front of him!

"In the next life, go to Kjerag and become an ophthalmologist. Your future will be brighter..."

hiss--

The divine roar sounded again, and the Albert in front of him had turned into nothing.

God cannot be looked at directly, cannot be blasphemed, cannot be speculated on, cannot be known, cannot be spoken of, and cannot be an enemy.

Chapter 23 Cruelty and Kindness

Whoop, whoop, whoop...

With heavy breathing, the royal chief of Ibat ran down a narrow road in a certain alley in Chek Kok Town.

Beside him were his favorite mistress, his only heir, and more than a dozen trustworthy guards.

He had contacted almost all his subordinates just now, but all the messages he sent were like falling into the sea. Not only were there no replies, there were not even many ripples.

The royal chief who had controlled Ibat for decades realized that he might have encountered the most dangerous situation in decades. He was in danger.

The royal chief looked over his decades of layout and development, and found to his dismay that the only one of his subordinates who could be called a high-level combat force was Albert.

At the moment, Albert has left his queen behind, and there are only three or two big cats and kittens left around him.

Rumble!

The dull thunder sounded, and the royal chief raised his head and saw that the sky was gradually covered by clouds. This was originally a good thing, because the Yibat area is close to the desert and is very short of water. Rain is like a festival to the locals.

However, now, Chief Ibat only feels that it is God's fault.

"One or two of them are targeting me, right?" the king said fiercely.

"Lord Chief! We have contacted Lord Pasha!"

Very good!

The royal chief stopped and took the communication lightly.

Device.

"Lord Pasha? I am Tweel!"

In the receiver, Pasha's voice sounded dull: "I know it's you. The only person calling me on the emergency channel at this time is you, Tver..."

"It's me, it's me! Lord Pasha, there is a difficult enemy in my territory. Can you..."

"Tver!" Pasha interrupted the royal chief, his voice gradually becoming colder: "Ibat, how is the weather today?"

"weather?"

The royal chief raised his head. In the sky, the originally scattered clouds had gathered. It was as dark as ink, and the dark clouds were overwhelming the city!

"The weather... isn't very good, it seems like it's going to rain..."

"Hey, I'm sorry, please give me the receiver~"

A relaxed voice sounded next to Chief Tver. The chief turned his head and saw a white-haired man holding a spear and reaching out to him——

"Mom!!!"

The prince was so frightened that he let go of his right hand, and the receiver fell into Shen Muke's hand. More than a dozen guards came around to protect the prince and his family behind him. However, their trembling hands told Shen Muke They are simply vulnerable.

Shen Muke smiled and put the receiver to his ear, and heard the person on the other side calling the name of the prince in front of him.

It turns out that the name of Chief Ibat was Tver?It’s really ordinary…

"Hello? From the tone of your voice, you seem to be a pasha? You can't be the mysterious emperor Sargon, right?"

……

After a long silence, the person on the other side replied: "I am the Pasha, the Pasha who controls the central region of Sargon. Who are you?"

"I see, that's disrespectful, Lord Pasha. As for my identity and name, there's no need for you to know~"

"You are one of the few people who dare to talk to me like this."

"Oh, then you have to get used to it, because this is the way I speak." Shen Muke joked.

"Tver, the chief of Ibat, is he still alive?"

"He's still alive, but he won't live much longer." Shen Muke smiled and looked at the trembling royal chieftain who was hiding behind the guards, and said, "He has been sentenced to death here. I'm afraid you won't be able to see him again."

"I want to remind you that no one has the authority to go beyond the pasha and the emperor to judge a prince. You are challenging Sargon's law. Do you know the consequences?"

"Of course I know~ After all, I am not a Sargonian, so of course I have no power...but I have power."

Shen Muke blinked, and his tone gradually rose, accompanied by the hunting sound: "Power is truth, power is power, I have the courage and strength to overturn the table, so I can judge the sinner in front of me."

"Aren't you... afraid of Sargon's revenge?"

"Believe me, Lord Pasha, neither you nor the emperor sitting in the Golden City, nor Sargon in general, would want to be my enemy."

"...the sudden appearance of the dark clouds of natural disaster that shrouded the Yibat area..."

"I did it." Shen Muke grinned, showing his sharp teeth: "The chieftain of Ibat committed an unforgivable crime in my opinion: he took money from Colombia and brought the war to his own territory. , and at the same time, they sent a mercenary group to attack the innocent scientific and technological assistance team, hoping that the winner would take all... These methods and behaviors are all the way to death, so I am very angry, very angry. When I am angry, I want Take away his life and that of his minions, it's that simple."

"...Other than that, what other conditions do you have?"

After hearing this, Tver, who originally had a glimmer of hope, completely collapsed to the ground. He understood that he could not escape.

"Of course." Shen Muke grinned. He liked this pasha's awareness of current affairs, which could save him a lot of time: "I hope that within a hundred years, Sargon will not act like this again. The chiefs and lords.”

"What you mean by [acting like this] is..."

"Don't bargain with me, Lord Pasha, you know exactly what I mean."

"...Yes, I can unite with several other pashas to strictly restrain the royal chiefs...At least as long as I am alive, nothing like this will happen again."

"I have to remind you that I am not discussing this matter with you, but ordering you!" Shen Muke's tone gradually became cold: "Maybe you have never seen me, maybe you have never met someone like me. Human, but please believe that you will never want to be my enemy, so for the sake of you and everything you have, please carry out my orders well."

"I accept your advice. However, as a pasha, I still want to remind you not to always talk about threats. Sargon is not someone who can threaten anyone... This time, Sargon was in the wrong. , we admit it, but don’t expose your weaknesses to Sargon, because Sargon is far from as simple as he seems.”

"Thank you for your warning, Lord Pasha. I like your sincerity and straightforwardness." Shen Muke smiled and replied: "Then, I wish you a happy life."

Click, beep——

A busy signal appeared and Shen Muke hung up the communicator in his hand.

"Then, Lord Tver, please seize the opportunity to repent. I can give you a few more minutes." Shen Muke gently raised the spear in his hand. The next moment, the arms and necks of each guard appeared. A small wound was made, and the poison that could kill a god swept through them, and they fell to the ground and died silently.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" The royal chieftain is no longer as arrogant and domineering as before. At this moment, he only has endless fear and regret.

Regret?Oh, it's a pity that he didn't regret his guilt, but regretted that he had offended someone who was not easy to offend.

From beginning to end, he was just an ordinary scumbag.

"Is this your confession? It's so ugly..."

Shen Muke had no intention of communicating with the royal chief anymore. He just raised his hand gently. Thunder was rolling high in the sky, and a flash of lightning gently took away the royal chief's life.

This royal chief who could still live for decades in the original plot met his end in this way, ending his magnificent and fruitless life.

Shen Muke looked at the charred corpse of the prince with an expressionless face. His eyes turned behind the prince and towards the ignorant child.

"Do not!!"

Behind the king, the beautiful woman hugged the child in her arms. Her eyes were full of tears: "No, please don't, please don't take this child's life. He is still so young. He is not sensible at all. When When he grows up, he will not remember everything today, he will not hate you, let alone think of revenge... Please, give him a way to live..."

Shen Muke blinked, leaned down, and gently touched the face of the child in the woman's arms. The child was only four or five years old at most, and indeed was still at an ignorant and ignorant age.

"You said that he would not want revenge, nor would he remember what happened today... What about you? Will you remember what happened today? Will you remember my face, and then tell this child that when he grows up? How about revenge on me?"

"No, it won't!" The woman choked and explained, "I won't do that."

"My words are unfounded, why should I take an unnecessary risk?"

"Then... then you take my life!" The woman trembled and closed her eyes. "You take my life and don't hurt this child. In this way, he will never seek revenge from you."

Looking at the woman in front of him who was determined to die, Shen Muke shook his head. He was a little tired.

Shen Muke stretched out his hand and put two fingers on the child's forehead under the woman's horrified gaze.

The child seemed to feel fear. Although he still could not understand what death was about, and although he did not cry out, his body was still trembling.

Shen Muke's expression gradually relaxed, and his voice gradually became gentle:

"What a good child, what a smart child. Did he realize the danger at just four or five years old? It's such a pity that I made you lose your father... Maybe in the eyes of you and your mother, there is no difference between me and the devil? "

Sighing softly, in the eyes of those men, women, and children who died because of the royal chief's methods, how could this cute child in front of him not be the heir of the devil?

Hatred made of blood is like a millstone, crushing all good things.