"Sure enough, he was rejected!"
Yukihira Seiichiro and Nakiri Senzaemon left Ye Zhonghuo together, but they couldn't help but look back, and then spoke helplessly.
The two returned to the vehicle and began to communicate in a low voice.
In fact, they knew from the beginning that there was little hope, but other forces kept asking them to come. Now that they heard Zhao Fuyu's exaggerated request, they knew that this super genius was completely annoyed.
Thirty kings plus a lineup of five hundred gods are enough to overwhelm the entire Western American continent.
If they could really mobilize such force, what else would they care about in the Rocky Mountains?
Of course, they also understand Zhao Fuyu's current thoughts. He has proposed several times before that he should concentrate his efforts quickly. At least, he should first mobilize strong people from all parties to create a force that can flexibly act on the West American continent.
After all, the current strength in the safe zone is strong enough.
With more strength and action on the continent of Western America, we might be able to establish more safe areas and save more Western Americans.
However, such suggestions were either pushed aside or ignored.
All parties had their own little calculations, and none of them wanted Ximei to retain more strength, which made Zhao Fuyu extremely dissatisfied.
Later, he simply did not participate in the meeting. The situation changed subsequently, and all parties wanted Zhao Fuyu to help. The appearance of the Demon Holy Bronze also let many people know that the situation in West America had changed dramatically.
But now Zhao Fuyu, who has the most confidence and strength to handle the matter, has given up.
It can only be said that all parties have underestimated Zhao Fuyu's character and domineering attitude.
Since no one cares, why should Zhao Fuyu care?
On the contrary, due to his strength and special circumstances, no matter how good the food was, he would not dare to provoke him at will.
So who suffers in the end, the answer is very obvious.
All day long, I just want to take advantage of others, but now I have to suffer a big loss. This is the funniest thing.
Anyway, this time, when Nakiri Senzaemon returned, he first had to clean up a group of people, get their shares, and hand them over to Zhao Fuyu.
As for other things, he has no part in it.
So after hearing what Yukihira Seiichiro said, the Food Demon King only moved his eyelids slightly. To put it bluntly, his interests must be deeply bound to Zhao Fuyu.
"This has nothing to do with me. Let the IGO people have their own headaches."
"Without Butcher Zhang, can they still eat pigs with hair on them?"
"I also advise you not to interfere too much. You are the king of Dongying, and their affairs have little to do with you."
The solemn warning on his face was also Nakiri Senzaemon's last voice on this matter. After that, he fell silent like Zhao Fuyu, obviously no longer willing to pay attention to these annoying things.
No one can force a food king to do something.
Once they choose to ignore the opinions and disturbances from the outside world, there is no other way for them to take action except force, even if they are as powerful as IGO.
After taking into account the changes in the actual situation, even if all parties had evil intentions, they had to send part of their forces to gather together and head towards the depths of the Rocky Mountains based on the safe zone in Western America.
At least they have to know what happened there.
And confirm the final whereabouts of the Demonic Holy Bronze Artifact!
The Rocky Mountains, as a giant mountain range across the Western American continent, have even spread to the borders of other countries, just as this chaos has begun to spread to other countries.
Those substances work, and if there is not enough to replenish them, then cannibalism is just a matter of time.
And on a narrow road in the Rocky Mountains, a group of people wearing simple fur clothing were climbing hard.
The mixed-race woman at the head has the skin color of an Indian and has deep facial features. She wears a hat made of woven feathers, which shows her identity as a priest.
In fact, she was originally a graduate of a Western American Ivy League university, but when the disaster struck, she also became the most pious and steadfast inheritor and promoter of Indian culture.
When the coat of so-called modern civilization was torn, it turned out that the power of tradition was truly amazing. This is why she became a sacrifice now. I saw a group of Indians carrying sacrifices through the mountains, rivers and ice. of rivers.
Stopped in this valley where everything seems to have a clear filter.
'Woo~'
The flute roared into the mountains, the drums sounded, and the neat shouts echoed, like a dance of devotion to the ancestors. On the sacrificial site, several humanoid creatures were left, twisting their bodies as if to Break free.
The beating cells form special spores outside their bodies, and when the sharp blade cuts through these objects, you can see the crystallized gourmet cells inside.
When these things are used as sacrifices to the ancestral gods, the Indians can receive unexpected rewards of huge power.
As more and more people come from the outside world, there are more and more cases where captured enemies are used as sacrifices.
The originally peaceful center of the valley has now turned into a hill of bones.
The sound of the desolate flute gradually weakened, the sound of drums, and the sound of shouts gradually became only the sound of the wind and the tragic screams of the sacrificers.
Finally, a wave of waves emerged from the mountains, and the sacrifices instantly lost all traces of life. A breath of life from the source emerged, as if the warm power nourishing the earth merged into the bodies of everyone present.
Soon, when the warm power disappeared and the auras of the people performing the sacrifice became stronger, it also represented the end of the sacrifice.
It seemed that it was normal to not have much nostalgia. After cleaning up the sacrificial site a little, a group of Indians disappeared into the valley.
But not long after, the place was disturbed by a group of people again, and a powerful aura filled the valley, a chilling atmosphere that seemed to be able to chop the mountain into pieces.
However, they did not stay here for long. These people quickly entered deeper into the Rocky Mountains, where there seemed to be some strange existence waiting for their arrival.
Not long after these people left, another group of people came here quietly without touching anything. They just left quickly after distinguishing the traces.
Obviously this group of people is tracking the previous group of beings.
After all these people left, until it was close to sunset, and the slightly red sunset shone in the valley, and the clear scene seemed a little more strange because of the bones in the valley, a figure finally appeared here.
Surrounded by a divine dragon that seemed to be constantly emitting green light, he only lingered here for a few breaths and then left.
There was only a faint voice of curiosity that seemed to be filled with questions.
"The spirit of the ancestors?"
(End of chapter)
