Chapter 1773： Fighting for the battle

In the face of the impetuous death waiter, no one dares to sing against him at this time. Even the beginning of the wretched development, the preservation of the good weasel, can only be awkward.

“Is this not quite suitable? I mean, is the risk of doing so too big?”

"Risk? Weasel, don't forget that we are a rice grain. As long as we work together, as long as we are united, there is no risk. All the enemies in front of us will be destroyed by us, so it may be threatened. Our existence will be wiped out by us. We are the strongest, we are invincible. As long as there is such confidence, nothing can stop us. You say, isn't it!"

The words of the dead waiter can mobilize the emotions of the people around him. In addition to Zachs, who wants to please him, even the embarrassed people began to shout for him because of the previous reasons.

"We are rice, we will fight invincible!"

This is the first time that the dead waiter has been so supported. He is happy in the heart, but on the surface it is still solemn, and his arms are crossed like a ritual.

"x special attack team!"

"x special attack team!"

Some people are boiling, and almost can't wait to make the same posture with a pious attitude. Of course, some people simply can't lift their spirits. They just made a posture and showed their attitude. But in any case, everyone gave a face to death. This also made the death servant even more motivated, so that he immediately began to issue orders.

"Very good, it seems that our morale is high. If this is the case, then we will hit the iron hot. Everyone, for two hours, we can use it for a little rest and reorganize the equipment. And after two hours, I hope that you all People can go to kill the Quartet with a full attitude. Ah, my baby double knives are already hungry and thirsty, and they can't wait to kneel down the enemy's head!"

Of course, the **** people will not object to such an order. Those who can't afford the spirit will not have any objection to this issue. This is their job, they have no escape. In this case, there is not much difference between the past and the past.

However, although this is said, there are always exceptions. For example, the weasel, he did not give birth to such a fearless, courage to wear everything.

The Weasel, who had never been on the battlefield, did not intend to confess his first time here, so immediately, he pressed the ear of the dead servant and asked him in a low voice.

"You said all of us, I won't include me here."

"Of course, we are a rice grain. Why, don't you think so?"

"Well, I admit that we are a rice, but even if we are a rice, we can't let all of us go to the battlefield."

The sound of the weasel began to tremble, and he himself began to play the pendulum uncontrollably. As a person who has never touched the battle, he is not looking forward to this exciting thing like some people. In fact, when everyone is involved in it, his heart is already extremely fearful.

"Listen, Wade, I am very happy to fight with you, and go to kill the Quartet with you. But believe me, this is just what I said. Just know, just think of the injury in the battle, think of it. Others will hurt me, I will be so soft on my legs that I will be unstable even if I stand in the station. And if I really go to that place with you, I guess others have not fired yet, I have already collapsed. We certainly don't want to have guys like me to drag your hind legs, so I think it's better to stay here."

"Man, you are sick, you have to cure!"

The weasel has already said this to the point where it is impossible for him to force him to follow the line with himself. Therefore, he can only hate the iron and slap the shoulders of the weasel, and then he said to him with a strong heart.

"To cure your illness as soon as possible, man. You can't always drag our collective actions because of you. If you go on like this, others will question the unity and fraternity of our rice grains. Right, I have a knowing anorectal. Doctor, you can go find him."

"No, I have a psychiatrist I know."

He smiled and refused the good intentions of the dead waiter. Even with the obvious tendency of gay, the weasel will inevitably have some psychological resistance when he hears the anorectal doctor. He didn't like anyone wearing a slippery rubber glove and looking into his chrysanthemum. And I believe that in addition to the dead waiters, no one in the presence of such a man will have such a good.

This is also an alternative and powerful. It can be seen from the awesome eyes of several men present. After rejecting the good intentions of the dead, the weasel remedies the general.

"In addition, although I have no way to fight with the enemy with you, I don't have any slack in logistics. All the equipment on your body is prepared by me, and the route of retreat is also planned by me. I am also responsible for keeping in touch with the boss. No one in this camp can take care of it!"

"Okay, okay. Don't always say these useless things in my ear like a little girl who is angry. We are a rice grain, do these things for your family, do you feel wronged?"

"No, not at all!"

The weasel quickly expressed his position, and in this regard, the dead waiter finally came to the satisfaction of the location.

"It's almost the same. In short, the weasel, even this time. But next time, after your fault is cured, we must fight together. Don't forget, we are rice, we are the x special attack team. ”

"x special attack team"

The dead waiter is very happy, but others may not have the same idea. In this way, the x special attacker who can't afford the spirit has one more.

The little tricks of the dead waiter are liked, some people hate it, and some people don’t care. But in any case, this has no effect on their actions. After the two-hour renovation period, the death squad had already taken the modified military jeep and drove towards the interior of the Grand Canyon. And just as they entered the Death Valley, the Baron Modu, who was sitting in the middle of the Grand Canyon, immediately gave birth to a sense.

"Someone is here, who is it?"

From the beginning, the Baron Modu, who was preparing for this kind of thing, had already established his own perceptual magic on the periphery of the Death Valley by combing the convenience of the land. So in the moment when the death waiter entered, he already felt their existence.

"One, two, three, six people. The energy response is higher than ordinary people, is it a superhero? Or those mutants? It seems that it should be the helper that Strange called, but only a few people can play a role." Ah, is Stranch not making this crisis clear? Or is the Stark government underestimating his report? Damn it!"

The mind kept thinking, and the face of Baron Modu became ugly. He will not be naive, and six people in this area will be able to disintegrate the crisis brewed by Hell's Devil.

You must know that in this death canyon, in addition to hundreds of cultists and fallen angels, there are also such terrible powers as De Keel. Even if they have their own side help, they will have a hard time surviving. What's more, Satan's deity is watching every move here. When he has no last resort, he does not want to expose his actions.

So the problem is coming. Is it convenient for them to move back and report to the situation? Or take their existence as a name to further deepen their trust in Satan's heart?

This is a somewhat difficult problem, but the Baron Modu did not think about it for too long, but he has already made up his mind.

He is still not prepared to take this risk. Therefore, selling the news of this group of people has become his choice.

It sounds a bit despicable and embarrassing, but in the view of Baron Modu, this is the most sensible and effective way to do it now. In the face of the strong enemy of hell, these people are unlikely to play much of a role. In addition to discovering their existence, they are not even likely to find out the purpose of this group. And once those embarrassing angels perceive their existence, their chances of escaping from heaven are almost zero. And if you intervene in the middle and the things that help them are swaying, then for his plan and the future of the entire human race, it is a real disaster.

Which one of the six people's lives is more important than the future of the entire human race is a problem that does not need to be measured at all in the mind of Baron Modu.

Protecting the world for nearly a thousand years, the Masters have already had their own set of values. As early as hundreds of years ago, the mage of Karma Taj could destroy the entire town in order to remove the pollution of the evil spirits. Now, for the future of mankind, watching six people go to death, this is nothing for him.

Although some are regrettable, their sacrifice may not be worthless. For Baron Modu, the only thing he can do now is to make their sacrifices more valuable. Therefore, without any hesitation, he used his own magic to pass the intrusion message. It was almost instantaneous, and a middle-aged man in a white suit was already in front of him.

"Wow, wow. It’s really amazing. I thought that humans have been able to learn more and more intelligently after thousands of years. But now, they still like themselves, like the same. The life is joking."

"The Fallen King!"

Even with the pride of Baron Modu, he had to lower his head in the face of this white man. Because his name is Satan, he is the king of hell.

Of course, despite his noble status, Baron Modu had to pay tribute. But he will not let the people in front of him put his doubts on himself for no reason. So immediately, he raised his face and asked him facelessly.

"I don't know what you mean? Is it because you suspect that there is an intruder here because of mine?"

"Isn't this a very obvious thing?" Spread his hand, Satan showed a very exaggerated smile with human incarnation. "If I remember correctly, the land under my feet has long been called the title of the restricted area of ​​life. Countless humans use their lives to warn the latecomers, this is not where they should be." In the past 100 years, it has indeed been taboo and dare not dare to get involved. But today, you have told me that there are humans coming in. Is it true that I should not doubt you?"

"This is unprovoked speculation and defamation, the king of corruption."

The expression on the face of the ancient well has no waves, and even the tone of the reply has no waves.

"If these people have a relationship with me, I will not report their existence. And then, there are so many human beings in the entire canyon. How can you guarantee that there are no other ulterior motives among them? Don't doubt them and come to doubt me, really, squat, it's really hard to keep loyal to you!"

"So, are you loyal to me?"

Satan lowered his head and looked at the Baron Modu, who was sitting on the ground. The purest black in his eyes is flowing, watching it, as if watching an entire abyss. A little careless, it seems that even the soul will be annihilated in it.

Such a power can of course be daunting, but the Baron Modu is not an ordinary person after all, so he is only a strong confrontation with Satan, not even a slight retreat.

"What do you think? Your Majesty."

"Hah, do it well, Sir Modu. I believe in you, I believe you will be a qualified Supreme Master!"

Without continuing to pursue this issue, Satan actually did not know exactly where it was. He doubted Modu, but Modu did not reveal any places worthy of his doubts. Plus, he still has a place to use Modu, so he finally just picked up and gently put down his shoulder and patted him.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. You only need to do what you need to be responsible for. There are three days, three days later, I hope to see a well-organized place. If not, you I should know, I am not a guy who is easy to forgive others."

Satan finished, it was silently disappeared in front of Sir Modu. And looking at the black handprints that he left on his shoulders, the Baron Modu could only sigh and re-enter his work.

He can only pray for the few humans now, praying that they will ask for more blessings. In the face of Satan's gaze, how much luck they can have, to be honest, he is not at all hopeful. .