Chapter 1987: Starting Out, Interrupting the Spellcasting

They only nodded this once, reaffirming their approval of Boss Situ He making decisions for the allied forces, which would bring endless calamity. But if they did not nod, they would not pass this test today.

The hand of the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds finally pointed to the King of Beryl:

"This——"

The howling beast he was also pointing at felt the stern killing intent and could not help but let out a roar.

The King of Beryl was about to speak when he heard the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds say slowly: "No need to say it, kill!"

The last word was bone-chillingly cold.

"You!" the King of Beryl exclaimed, both startled and angry, "Just wait..."

On what grounds does he not have to speak when it comes to him?

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds waved his hand, and a thousand arrows were fired simultaneously.

Immediately, a pale blue shield rose around the King of Beryl, and the barrier activated automatically upon attack.

The biting child beast also opened its mouth again and lunged forward. It was not limited to just one howl.

This battle was extraordinarily violent and brief, lasting less than half a quarter of an hour from start to finish.

The King of Beryl and over half of the two hundred Beryl tribe guards were slaughtered, and the battle ended with the King of Beryl and his close aides being pierced through the heart, while the Beryl tribe chief was wounded and captured.

The onlookers, Boss Situ He and others, were drenched in sweat, not only because the black-armored army had an overwhelming numerical advantage, but also because this army's instantaneous explosive power was extraordinarily terrifying—right from the start, various divine abilities flew wildly—just as the enclosed terrain was particularly suitable for them to overwhelm the few with the many.

It was only while observing the battle that they realized the King of Beryl was not accompanied by just one howling beast; besides Hunsheng, there was also a demon puppet that had somehow appeared to assist in battle. It was small in size, adept at short-distance teleportation, and most impressively, it could still carry a person.

After Hunsheng was beheaded by Luo Xie's strange weapon, the demon puppet originally intended to carry the King of Beryl to escape was not even stopped by Tao Ran, but was blocked by the blood demon, who thrust a heart-piercing spear through the wall, turning both the demon puppet and the King of Beryl into skewers.

Only then did everyone realize that the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds' cloak was actually formed by a demon monster's illusion.

Afterwards, this crimson demon monster threw the King of Beryl's corpse back into the collapsed courtyard.

With a bang, dust flew in all directions.

Half an hour ago, the King of Beryl was still full of vigor, but now he lay face up to the sky, half his body covered in dust and mud, the other half in water, dying with his eyes open.

The Beryl guards were already retreating step by step, and upon seeing their lord already dead, they simply dropped their weapons and knelt to surrender.

The several leaders watching on felt a sudden sense of grief, like a rabbit's death fox.

Although the King of Beryl had brought death upon himself, the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds publicly executing a monarch was no different from butchering a chicken—it was indeed a case of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

With his great victory's prestige, what else could he want to do? Need one even ask?

Only then did the blood demon slowly return to the side of the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds, reassuming the form of a cloak.

Boss Situ He also watched with cold sweat dripping, partly due to the oppressive pressure brought by the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds and the black-armored army, and partly because he was startled by the King of Beryl's preparations.

Two howling beasts, two hundred elite warriors, and a group of Beryl tribespeople. If they could still win the support of the Baoxin State and the Yu Tu tribe, the King of Beryl's chance of keeping Boss Situ He today was still quite high.

Unfortunately, a Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds killed from the slant, directly cutting the King of Beryl's plan in half.

After the battle ended, the black-armored army began cleaning the battlefield and handling the aftermath.

Along the way, they still captured two people: one was the envoy from the Qingyang Sect, namely the one who had previously hidden behind the King of Beryl and shouted, and the other was the controller of the howling beast and the demon puppet.

This controller was not in the King of Beryl's entourage but was hiding in a nearby civilian house, exerting effort. Seeing the King of Beryl killed, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape. Unfortunately, the battle formation thrown by the black-armored army could block escape techniques, followed by a carpet-like search, and thus he was caught.

He Lingchuan had special experience in capturing demon puppet controllers, and catching this fellow was a piece of cake.

He even served as a temporary county magistrate, trying these two on the spot.

As a result, there was no suspense: the King of Beryl and the Beryl tribe people had indeed defected to the Heavenly Gods, and following the Qingyang Sect's instructions, they set a trap to capture Boss Situ He, preparing to turn the entire allied forces, with the Bixia people also sending troops simultaneously to join them in dealing with the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds.

Enemies who had fought each other to the death for several years were about to shake hands and make peace under the auspices of the Heavenly Gods.

The few characters repeatedly mentioned in the Qingyang Sect's letter were precisely to "capture Boss Situ He alive."

Upon seeing this letter, Boss Situ He repeatedly rubbed his own neck several times, not realizing his life was originally worth so much.

And this envoy also explained that, once the King of Beryl took control of the allied forces, the most important task would be to use all his strength to hold back the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds, joining with the surrounding powerful forces to form an overwhelming momentum.

As long as the people's hearts wavered, as long as the divine aura of the Dragon God's faith weakened, relying solely on this handful of men from the black-armored army, the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds could not possibly turn the Jin Gold Plains upside down again.

Since both the confession and the witnesses were present, the matter of the Beryl State and the Beryl tribe colluding with the enemy was ironclad. Therefore, the other five powers had nothing to say about the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds' forceful intervention.

If they had not come, Boss Situ He would probably already be a prisoner in chains.

Today's unexpected turn from within—originally, the King of Beryl and the Beryl tribe people had designed a trap for Boss Situ He, but in the blink of an eye, it became the King of Beryl State being killed—

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The Qingyang Sect's plan had just begun when He Lingchuan interrupted it, his method directly crude but effective.

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds also gave no one time to digest or react, immediately saying: "Marshal Situ, may I have a word?"

After saying that, he turned and entered the street-side tavern.

As soon as he spoke, everyone knew the main show had arrived.

Between the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds and the allied forces, there were still more important matters to handle.

Boss Situ He glanced at his other allies, also unable to say anything, and walked into the tavern amidst everyone's worried and complex gazes.

Second floor of the tavern, no idlers allowed.

On the table was already set a pot of fine wine and four small dishes.

Beside them, no one was present, and the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds' battle armor automatically retracted.

The fierce and solemn reincarnated Dragon God instantly reverted to Boss Situ He's old acquaintance, He Lingchuan.

"He Brother has saved my life again!" Without waiting for He Lingchuan to speak, Boss Situ He bowed deeply, his hands able to touch the floor, "He Brother risked his life alone for me, how can such great kindness be repaid?"

The first time He Lingchuan saved him was from the hands of the Ghost King. Otherwise, the grass on Boss Situ He's grave would now be as tall as a person.

"You and I are close friends, why stand on ceremony?" He Lingchuan grabbed him in one motion, "All this time, it has always been you bearing the pressure, unwilling to bow to the demon gods. You have today's misfortune, and it is also because of me."

Boss Situ He immediately said: "The Heavenly Gods... the Heavenly Gods have indeed several times tried to mobilize me, but He Brother has great righteousness in Flash Gold, and great kindness to me. Publicly and privately, how could I turn against and harm you?"

Heaven knows, since the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds rose in rebellion, he has borne the pressure from within and without the allied forces to what extent.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled.

"Sit." He Lingchuan took the seat first, then casually filled two cups, "Since I went to Yaoguo, we brothers haven't sat down together for a drink."

"Yeah, it's been over half a year in the blink of an eye, time really flies." Situ He raised his cup and took a light sip, "Good wine! He brother, you hid it from me so well, I've always felt strange, why would a foreign merchant get involved in Shanjin so deeply. Turns out, alas, you harbor ill intentions!"