Chapter 257: The opportunity given by the second master
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"Senior, what happened in Loulan City, we..." Seeing the proud look on the Demon Cult master's face, Ba Chiman took the opportunity to ask what he was worried about.
When the young master of the Demon Cult heard this, he slowly stopped smiling and casually picked up a cup of tea next to him, drinking it in one gulp regardless of whose tea it belonged to.
"The Blood Sacrifice Array in Loulan City is designed to condense a magic weapon. I have great use for this magic weapon, so there can be no mistake!"
Hearing what he said, the faces of the horse thieves turned a little pale. They had naturally heard about the old events in Loulan City, but they didn't know that it was the work of the Demon Cult. Moreover, the method of forging weapons by sacrificing living people in formations would be extremely repulsive even to thieves like them who did all kinds of evil.
Horse thieves are thieves. They burn, kill and loot. If it were not for the protection of sandstorms, they would be the ones everyone calls for beatings in the Western Regions. But even so, the horse thieves have their own ethnic group and beliefs, and robbery is just their way of coping with the harsh environment. They are also human beings, and their humanity has not been lost.
However, the actions of the young man in front of him have obviously touched the bottom line of human nature, which is extremely difficult for the horse thief to accept. Because among the horse thieves' tribe, they also extremely reject this kind of behavior. According to previous records, the ancestors of horse thieves also experienced this kind of bloody baptism.
After all, blood animal sacrifices have appeared in many demon cultivators since ancient times, and when they choose the objects to sacrifice, they also consider many factors. Undoubtedly, these horse thieves, who had no fixed abodes and were rejected by most of the natives of the Western Regions, were very suitable targets.
"Senior, I don't understand what you mean!" Dalamt looked at the young man in front of him with a gloomy face. He knew in his heart that this person looked like a young man and his behavior was extremely erratic and domineering, but in reality he must be an old monster!
"Haha, what don't you understand? Your companion risked his life in exchange for my promise to let you help me. In fact, my original intention was to do it by myself." The young man said and laughed. , and it seemed that he was suppressing a smile.
"Senior, are you talking about Bol Qincha?" Bachiman immediately answered.
Bor Qincha was naturally the second-in-command of the horse thieves, and he could be called the wise man of the Eight Red Barbarians. The reason why they took on this task and attacked Loulan City was because the second master was mediating among them.
"Haha, you mean that nerd? Haha, that's him, a very interesting person." The young man shook his head and murmured.
When several horse thieves around him saw his contemptuous words when he mentioned the second master, there was a touch of indifference in their eyes, apparently forgetting that the other party was from the Demon Cult.
Dalamt suppressed his anger, frowned and asked, "Why is it so interesting?"
The young man glanced at him casually, and it was this look that made Durhamte, who was originally filled with anger, feel like he had fallen into an ice cave!
"It's nothing. In fact, I sent a group of people into Loulan City a few years ago. Unfortunately, the effect was not good. City Lord Xiao also had some methods, and the Blood Sacrifice Formation did not work. So this time, I planned to retreat. The next best thing is to find a horse thief with a larger number of people, which is barely enough."
At this point, all the horse thieves in the side hall suddenly woke up and looked at the young man sitting on the chair in disbelief.
"It's just that at this time, this nerd must have guessed what I was thinking, so he strongly recommended you, saying that he can help me take Loulan City. He also made a blood oath that after the city is conquered, he will use his resources to become a divine weapon as a soul sacrifice!"
Having said this, he paused and looked at Bachi Man beside him.
"Actually, a soul sacrifice that has not even reached the level of the chivalrous person has no impact, but what he said makes me very moved. That is the soul sacrifice of that City Lord Xiao! Tsk tsk, it is better to be in the level of the great chivalrous person. Are you two?"
Beads of sweat were already dripping from Bachiman's bald head. He finally understood why Bor Qincha was recommended to death, because if it hadn't been for the second master's strong dissuasion, all the brothers would have been blood sacrificed by this demon sect master. Got the magic weapon. After all, the commotion caused by destroying the big horse thieves in the Western Regions is far less than destroying a city-state.
For Bachiman and Dalamte to be able to stand here alive, they should really thank their second boss, their Anda!
"Senior...senior, what...what do you want us to do?" The bald man suddenly became stuttering. After all, the smiling young man in front of him was simply a murderous devil!
The young man put down the tea cup, raised his hand and touched his smooth chin, and said slowly: "I asked you to attack the city desperately, but the effect is actually not good. On the one hand, the target is too big, and there are too many meaningless casualties."
He stretched out his finger and dipped it in the tea cup. The remaining water stains at the bottom of the cup just soaked his fingertips. The young man scratched the table and said:
"Gather the remaining horse thieves and attract the Loulan City soldiers into the wild! I will set up a formation at a specific location and then fight!" At this point, he laughed again, his voice like a night owl.
"Attract as much as you can! The more, the better. Of course, if it's too few, I don't mind appearing at the end of the war to keep the number of casualties at a reasonable level."
The young man said this very lightly, but all the horse thieves present could hear the strong smell of blood. They understand that if they cannot attract enough enemies and the number of people killed in battle does not meet the opponent's standards, the young man will still kill everyone.
As if being pushed to the limit by this oppressive atmosphere, a horse thief man with red eyes directly pulled out the scimitar in his hand and slashed at the demon sect boy from the nearest distance.
When Bachiman and Dalamt saw this scene, their faces turned pale, and they immediately took action to stop the horse thief. However, the next moment they were horrified to find that they were unable to move, or even have the ability to move their bodies, as if the entire space was blocked!
The only people present who could move freely were the raging horse thief and the mysterious demon sect boy.
The young man didn't dodge at all, didn't even raise his eyes to look at the opponent, and let the scimitar slash towards him.
Ding! Click!
The blade of the scimitar fell directly on the young man's neck, and the blade of the desert scimitar broke in just a moment. The horse thief was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the broken scimitar in his hand, somewhat in disbelief.
"The reason why the Demon Sect's skills are called demons is because of its system of skills, which constantly absorbs the true energy of the world and strengthens itself. The strong masters of the Demon Sect who stand at the top can even break the rules of the world with their physical bodies! Therefore, the real All the magic masters are body-refining warriors!”
Having said this, he glanced at Bachiman and Dalamt, who were unable to move at all, and a hint of joking flashed in his eyes: "As for those of you lucky ones who accidentally obtained the Demon Sect's skills, how many of them can understand it?" Where is the right path?"
