I, one soul, two bodies, the devil hero

Enacha City

A small town on a coastline.

Three days ago, this was still an ordinary fishing village, and the villagers lived a life of working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset to sunrise.

Just a few days ago, some changes took place in their lives.

A group of mysterious people appeared in this city filled with the salty smell of sea breeze and salty fish.

They sold everything here at a price that the villagers and the mayor could not refuse, and sent out a group of well-trained teams. In less than half a day, they turned this place into a deserted dead city.

A large number of clearly divided armies occupied this place and blocked the land within a radius of 50 kilometers. No wild professional could enter this encirclement.

The cause of all this can be traced back to the convening of the 16th Franklin Conference.

Franklin was formed by seven forces that controlled the power of the continent.

Although they cannot be said to be the top forces of the entire continent, when these seven come together, they have the power to subvert an era.

Any one of them has the power to destroy a small or medium-sized country thousands of miles away within a few minutes.

The location of each Franklin Conference was different, and the seven conferences took turns to decide the location.

The location of this meeting was decided by the August family by throwing darts.

Treat the entire map of Greenville as a huge target, then blindly shoot a dart with your eyes closed.

They hold meetings wherever the darts are stuck, which is also a practice of the August family.

Just like in ancient times, when they wanted to conquer a certain area, they would use blood-stained darts to poke at the mottled and ancient cowhide map.

Use the method of jihad to purge all forces in that area, and then move in openly.

The decision-making method that seems to be no different from playing around actually carries a strong smell of blood.

Because no one knows how many forces and how many people were killed by that blood-stained dart.

Although August has now retreated behind the scenes and is no longer the bloodthirsty Good Saint, he has taken off his bloody clothes as a butcher and put on the leather boots, suit, and top hat of a civilized person.

But its essence has never changed, and it is one of the most violent organizations in the world.

Last time they poked the dart into the crater, so the other six families could only hold the meeting in the magma and thick volcanic ash, but this time their luck seemed to be good, as they only landed in a coastal town on the eastern continent.

West of Enaza

An ancient castle on a high cliff, this Gothic building with black stone bricks and sharp towers was originally owned by a devout believer in Hades, who bought a property here and lived here for a long time.

Trying to spend the rest of his life serving the ruler of the underworld.

Even the room is covered with symbols of purgatory and demons.

But now it has become a meeting hall for the seven major families.

Black and white triangular floor tiles are pieced together to fill the blank ground, which represents the boundary between life and death in the teachings of Hades.

On the floor tiles was a long oak table that had been shipped from hundreds of kilometers away. It had been painted with a layer of wax and then dyed red.

In the dark environment of the castle, it seemed like blood was coagulating.

At this time, seven people were sitting around a long crimson table.

Six people sat on both sides of the table, and the remaining person sat at the end of the long table as the leader.

He was not the head of the Augusta family, but the initiator of the first conference.

A man in a dark grey cloak.

"Are you all here?" the man spoke slowly in a hoarse voice, like polishing two pieces of sandpaper together, a little harsh.

"The last time we held a meeting was about forty years ago. I remember that the Demon Realm integrated its forces and flattened half of the northern continent in one fell swoop. Even the Demon God intervened, causing panic among the people.

Fortunately, the gods intervened in the end and pulled the battle line back.

The last people who sat with me in a meeting were probably your parents.

Of course not including you." The man pointed at a white-haired old man.

The old man didn't care, he just smiled like a well-educated old gentleman.

"It turns out that human lifespan is too short, the shortest is only a few decades, and the longest is only three to two hundred years.

This really makes me very sad." The man said in a stern voice, "After all, no one wants to see their old friends die one by one, right?"

There was silence at the long table. No one responded to the man's words, and no one knew how to respond.

This guy is indeed an old monster. It seems that the first meeting a thousand years ago was convened by him, but he was still present in the seventeenth meeting a thousand years later.

He witnessed the decline and fall of generation after generation of family heads. Like an immortal demon, he will forever hover in the depths of hell, emitting the devil's voice with his hoarse vocal cords.

All families have conducted in-depth investigations into this guy's origins, and finally learned that he came from the Black Abyss and was loyal to a certain god.

Everything else is blank.

"I guess everyone already knows about that?" The man crossed his hands in front of him and glanced at the family agents with a cold and evil look.

"The appearance of the devil? Or the disappearance of the Forbidden City?" asked an agent who looked to be only thirty years old.

"That's right, it's both, and there is a direct correlation between the two.

The disappearance of the Forbidden City was also due to the appearance of the devil.

This time, the demon appeared seemingly to hunt down the new hero Luo Feng. He released two devastating attacks in succession in order to kill Luo Feng.

The first time, he was rescued by the Lord of the Forbidden City, and the second time, he was rescued by the goddess of fate herself. "

Everyone was horrified. From their information network, they only got the news that the Forbidden City was attacked by the devil, many nobles and wealthy businessmen were killed, and brave men were perished. However, they did not expect that someone had already discovered the truth hidden in the deepest part.

"What about the Lord of the Forbidden City?" asked an agent who had met the abbot before.

Although they didn't say a few words at the time, just a touch of grace and that figure were deeply imprinted in his soul.

"Dead." The man spread his hands and said, "The goddess of fate did not save her, so she died. You can blame the goddess of fate if you want to blame someone."

"Pity."

"It's a pity indeed. If she had been given another hundred years, she might have been able to condense godhood with her own power and become a secondary god. But she died in the city she built herself."

"What about Luo Feng?" asked the agent of the August family. This was also what they cared about most. After all, Luo Feng had formed an alliance with them.

"He was taken away. I'm not sure about the details. Our people haven't found any trace of him yet."

"Then what is the purpose of calling us here today?" A girl who was sitting on a chair and could barely reach the table joined the conversation.

"Is this the heir of the Freeman family? She's really cute."

"Answer my question." The little girl frowned. Her delicate face and light yellow curly hair made her look like a doll.

"Okay, okay, I called everyone here today to discuss how to distribute the benefits of the war..."

Chapter 137 No one is immune

war……

When the man mentioned this word, everyone fell silent.

Because they all knew some news in advance to a certain extent.

“I believe everyone has heard the news.

But in order to verify the information, I will tell you again here. "

The man took out several pieces of white paper with densely printed small words on them from somewhere and distributed them to everyone.

"This is the treaty signed between the Alvin family, who are currently in charge of frontline affairs, and several other forces. You can take a look at it first."

"Half a year ago, the Demon Realm stopped attacking Greenville's defense line, and three months ago, it adopted a retreat policy, leaving only a small number of Demon Realm troops stationed in Greenville.

According to the news from inside the Demon Realm, during the three months of truce on the front line, the Demon Realm only wanted to accumulate strength, and large numbers of troops poured out from the depths of the Demon Realm.

Among them are a large number of demigods and a small number of absolutely powerful people who can rival gods, such as the black dragon king Nidhogg.

When everyone thought that a dark storm was about to sweep across Greenville, bringing endless death and destruction.

These troops entrenched on the other side of the wall were suddenly disbanded, almost all of them.

All Greenville's frontline commanders cannot and will not understand it."

The man's eyes swept across the faces of all the agents, "It is rumored that this incident is related to the awakening of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, but the specific reason is unknown."

“What about the death of the God of War and the seizure of his divine core?” asked an agent of one of the families.

"I will talk about this matter separately in detail later, so please be patient."

The agent had no choice but to nod and sit back in his chair.

"But the six-month ceasefire has made those lovely nobles a little inflated. They sit behind the front lines and pay huge amounts of money day after day, year after year to provide supplies for the front-line troops.

Then the profits gained from the war will be recovered.

They couldn't bear the fact that they had worked so hard for half a year without any reward.

So everyone knew that they were all on the verge of unrest, and some people even proposed to take the initiative to attack the Demon Realm, but it was directly rejected at the time.

However, in the near future, this proposal seems likely to be passed." The man changed the subject.

"The Forbidden City is the most exclusive and largest den of money-spending in the entire Greenwell Continent. It is home to the largest number of nobles and wealthy businessmen in the entire Greenwell.

It is very likely that if you throw a brick there, you will hit a duke, and if you pour a basin of water there, you will wet an entire family.

But now it's destroyed, destroyed without any warning.

Too many powerful nobles and wealthy businessmen died there.

All the accusations were directed at that demon god.

So they decided to take revenge on the Demon Realm!" The man imitated the tone of those nobles and said seriously, then stopped abruptly.

He returned to his previous casual and lazy self, and the speed of changing his tone of voice was no less than those old actors who have been standing on the opera stage for many years.

“But everyone knows that this is just an excuse for a bunch of idiots.

They usually act in groups and use the most despicable means to hunt prey that are much stronger than them."

The faces of several family representatives present all looked a little ugly, because many of their families were also crowned with the title of nobility and were revered and admired by people.

But in this man's mouth, he became a barbet, but no one refuted him, because everyone knew that the fact... was indeed so.

Most of the nobles liked to form parties for personal gain. It was common for some imperial nobles to unite and sideline the royal family. The emperor was just their puppet.

Increasing taxes and squandering the people's money have made life miserable.

This kind of thing happens almost every day in Greenville.

It really is just like those dogs that bully the weak, fear the strong, are ungrateful, and like to eat carrion.

"These barbarians, oh no, these nobles." The man changed his words and said, "When they saw that the Demon Realm seemed to have an opportunity to take advantage of, they have been wanting to take action for a while.

Now that the imperial city has been destroyed and a large number of nobles have died, they have been given an excuse.

Family members, the lives of loved ones, listen to this, what a powerful reason this is." The man raised his voice by two degrees, "No one can stop them, at least not those people at the border of Greenville now."

“So a massive counterattack against the Demon Realm… is about to begin.

It’s inevitable.”

"What are they going to do with the demon god who is still wandering around Greenville?

Other demons who enter Greenwell will be greatly weakened and will not be able to exert their original power, but she is not one of them.

If she takes action, she alone can destroy all the noble coalition forces." A white-haired old man raised his hand tremblingly.

“Those nobles may be greedy and ignorant, but they are not stupid.

King against king, against general.

Of course, the devil will be left to the gods to deal with.

Someone has received news from the God of Wisdom that the other forty-four gods have woven a giant net, and when the demon god appears next time, they will join forces to strangle her and retrieve the divine core. "

The man paused for a moment and said, "Oh, maybe you don't know yet, that Demon God is the 73rd one born in the Demon Realm. He was created by the Demon Lord based on the God of War's core.

It seems that it does not have complete sanity, but its lethality and combat power far exceed that of the main god.

The four gods combined only suppressed her for less than half a second."