He can become a saint, the entire supernatural world has a responsibility

Chapter 439 There is a way to die
The Tatars who remained on the hillside looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Lord Chi Xiao is going to fight?"

"The human king is coming to kill us."

For the alien races in the Nether Abyss, the Saint Realm is the king, so they will call those people the Human Kings.

Chen Mo asked stupidly: "What should we do? Should we go to the front line?"

"Perhaps we have a more important mission."

Someone said, "Lord Chi Xiao said that there are enemies lurking here to assassinate us. I think if humans attack us, those lurkers will definitely take action, and we may be able to find them."

Chen Mogao took a look at this guy and saw that he was a leader with bone spurs on both shoulders, and his nominal strength was the same as his own.

This boy is smarter than other Tatars.

There is a way to die.

He secretly marked this person.

He certainly knew in his heart that the human counterattack that was about to be launched was most likely a coordination after they had noticed his victory.

It would certainly be better if the Tatars' living space could be further compressed. Even if we fail to successfully recover the lost territory, at least we can create chaos.

Once chaos occurs, it will be easier for Chen Mo to take action.

When they returned to the nearest stone city, they saw that the Tatar army nearby had already assembled and was ready to go at any time.

From further away, there were sounds of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting. It was obvious that Chi Xiao was fighting with a human saint.

"The King's battles always make my heart beat faster."

A Tatar leader exclaimed.

Chen Mo also stared at the collapsing mountains in the distance.

He felt that the aura coming from there seemed somewhat familiar. If he guessed correctly, the person fighting with Chi Xiao was most likely Kou Tianjiang, the master who taught him swordsmanship.

If possible, he would like to go over and help, but he has more important tasks now.

"Go and do what you should do."

Chi Xiao's confidant, who was wearing a human felt hat, said, "Are you also going to sit here in a daze like those useless people?"

So everyone dispersed, but most of them acted in groups of two or three, only Chen Mo acted alone.

He was not in a hurry at all, and even returned to his residence to take a short rest. Only when the shouts and screams came like a tsunami and various artillery bombardments began did he take advantage of the chaos to run to the back.

It is impossible to go to the front line. After all, there are too many people and too many eyes. If a Tatar attacks his own people, it will easily attract attention and may lead to the failure of the undercover.

In addition, few people on the human side knew about his mission. If he rashly ran to the front line and was suddenly besieged by several human superpowers, he would not be able to kill them on the spot.

So Chen Mo chose a more reliable method, which was to go to the rear and cut off the support and supplies of the Mingyuan defenders.

Now, Chen Mo has a unique advantage, that is intelligence.

He knew clearly the deployment of most of the Tatar basic forces nearby, so he could roughly guess the direction from which the reinforcements would appear and ambush them on the road.

Now the scene is chaotic and the situation is complicated, it is the right time for him to take action.

Chen Mo sprinted all the way back, but halfway he met a Tatar officer who stopped him and asked him why he was running back.

He was not panicked at all. As soon as he showed Chi Xiao's token, the other party was instantly speechless and could only let him go obediently. Then he muttered that he was another person who relied on someone's support to avoid fighting.

Chen Mo heard the complaints behind him and felt a little funny.

It seems that he is not the first person to use the token to run back. Some other people who have accepted Chi Xiao's mission are also moving in the same direction.

He wasted no time and headed southwest with a clear purpose.

The reason for coming here is not to stop a certain support force, but to kill the guy who has already met his death. Before leaving, the guy and the other two commanders agreed to act together. He said that the lurkers would definitely take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, but he probably wanted to escape from the front line.

After all, the casualty rate on the frontline battlefield is still high, so it’s better not to go if you can.

Although Chen Mo started later, he was very fast. With a sprint and teleportation, he soon floated not far from his colleagues.

They were patrolling slowly on a small beast, chatting all the time.

"The human race... is really amazing. If it were the previous world, remember the green elf world? They surrendered after occupying only one-third of it."

"The green elves are too fragile, they are all wimps, they have never seen how powerful we are."

"Humans are inherently violent. I've read their history, and they've always been at war, so they're probably used to it."

"Even if you are good at fighting, you can't be as good as us."

"Of course, this world is ours."

The Tatars had the same idea, or rather, all the invaders thought the same way.

Chen Mo couldn't change other people's minds, but he could shut these guys up first.

call--

A gust of wind blew, and he appeared above the giant beast.

"It's you?"

One of the Tatars was a little surprised, but did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

The one who was most likely to die was the first to react: "Who are you! Why can you teleport?!"

Their strength is not as good as Chen Mo’s, so they cannot feel his specific strength, but his ability to teleport is real and cannot be faked.

"Weren't you looking for the infiltrator? Now you've found him."

Chen Mo drew out his dagger and walked forward slowly.

The Tatars were terrified.

They all believed Chen Mo's words unconditionally, which meant that they thought Chen Mo was a man capable of assassinating the Grand Marshal.

Killing a few people like this is as easy as cutting vegetables.

Pffffffffffffft.

Several blood lines flew out, and only the one who had the way to die was left.

"Why did you betray the Holy King!" These were the last words he left behind.

Chen Mo didn't answer. He was too lazy to answer.

After dealing with these guys, he immediately left the crime scene.

The reason why he wanted to kill these Tatars who worked for Chi Xiao was not because he thought one of them was smarter. That was just a little joke he made to have fun. The real reason was to interfere with the investigation.

Ordinary Tatars can die, and so can the clerks chosen by Chi Xiao. This way it won't seem like anything special. At least the killers in the dark will treat everyone equally, and this may hinder the investigation.

As long as he can delay more time, Chen Mo can do more things, and this is what he cares most.

By the time he was a sufficient distance away from the crime scene, the battle on the front line had probably reached its peak intensity, and support from other places had also arrived one after another.

Chen Mo stood on a commanding height and caught sight of a figure running towards him, a leader of the Eight Realms.

He infused his spiritual power into his concealed soft armor to minimize his aura, then leaped down the mountain and rushed over.

(End of this chapter)