Black Flint was a little restless.

It is said that only demons who are particularly pious to their ancestors and have a particularly pure heart can see the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons in the Clouds.

Black Firestone felt very wronged. He felt that he had always been very pious to his ancestors.

Although he didn't know very well what those ancestors, such as Pangu, Gonggong, Kuafu, Houyi, etc., who were who and who did it, did not pay the most and the most refreshing thing every month's "ancestral spirit tax"? The men told him the rules of those ancestors, and he was honest and never violated them.

"It's all that stupid woman's bad thing!"

Black Firestone muttered in his heart, and in a hurry, his bull's eyes quickly covered with layers of blood.

Seeing the entire Wildhammer company, he was the only one left to see it. Black Flint's eyes were red and swollen, and his head began to feel dizzy again. In anger and anxious, his eyelids were twitching, as if he really saw a light emitted from the clouds, a colorful light.

"See it! I saw it!"

Black Firestone didn't know if the "glorious Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" looked like this, but he was so excited that he shed tears of cows.

"That is the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, that is our destination above the sea of ​​stars!"

Master Jinjiao waved the demon-patterned cow horn warhammer and roared with murderous intent, "Roar, warriors, let those despicable and shameless human races as timid as rats see the power of Pangu's bloodline!"

In front, countless red fireflies guided them, whether it was a black-horned pack cow, a meteor iron cow or an iron-tailed barbarian cow... All the bull tribes' eyes emitted flames, and the demonic aura gushed out of their nostrils condensed into rolling red clouds in the air!

Together, they launched a chaotic and messy charge towards the human outpost!

Black Flint's brain has been burned into pieces by nerve stimulants, and his calm consciousness is quickly replaced by the killing. At this moment, he can't even imagine what the "glorious Palace of Ten Thousand Demons" looks like.

The master said that as long as he fights bravely and rushes to the glorious Ten Thousand Demons Hall, he will no longer have to worry about how to cultivate the two thin fields covered with poisonous thorn grass and two-tailed scorpions. There are wine, ponds and meat forests in Ten Thousand Demons Hall, and countless delicacies. Neither need to plow the fields nor mining, just have to be happy all day!

Black Flint didn’t know what “Wine Pool and Meat Forest” means, and I couldn’t understand what “delicious delicacies” meant, but I only knew that they were all delicious and delicious things.

But even "very delicious food". Black Flint doesn't know what it tastes like. Since its birth, everything Black Flint has eaten can barely fill its stomach at most, and it will definitely not match "very delicious food".

Somehow, a shiny roast chicken suddenly jumped out from the last shining sparks in Black Firestone's brain.

That was the scene of the human village he had seen in the illusion.

It was a big, big village, so big that Black Flint would not know how to describe it. Other details in the village. He had long forgotten about the gleam, but this one was baked in an iron stove. It looked crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sparkling on the inside, and bubbled constantly. The roast chicken dripping oil down was deeply engraved on his cerebral cortex. He even remembered the "hissing" sound of chicken oil dripping on the charcoal clearly.

On every difficult night in the military camp, after thinking about the wife and the two little kids, Black Flint kept thinking about what the taste of roast chicken should be?

Is it as tender as the ‘bitter grass insect’, or is it as crisp as the ‘red fern root’?

Of course, Black Flint had seen chickens and caught them, but he had never been willing to eat them. It was a very expensive thing.

Besides, the master doesn’t let them eat it. The master said that the cow tribe is born to eat grass, and at least the black-blooded cow tribe should eat grass. At most, some small insects should be used to satisfy their cravings. This is the rule of the ancestors.

If he eats big fish and meat, he will break the rules of his ancestors. After his death, he will not be able to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. Not only will he not go, but his wife and the little boys will not go either.

"I wonder if there is any roast chicken in the 'Glorious Ten Thousand Demons Hall'? If there is 'big fish and big meat', it should be allowed by our ancestors, right?"

Black Flint was thinking about it while running wildly.

Their black blood did not carry too heavy weapons and armor. Their mission was to hit all human outposts, strongholds and battle forts within their sight as soon as they crossed to the Tianyuan Realm, and cleared all obstacles for the follow-up troops of the Wan Yao Alliance, or block all possible firepower points.

The black flint was running happily, running very quickly, and the feeling of his brain burning made his blood boil, as if he had wings, his soul left his body, and he had escaped from this clumsy and ugly body.

He thought of the shiny roast chicken, and it became more and more energetic, like a roaring storm. He quickly surpassed all his companions and "deficient ears", and was the first to rush to the human outpost guarded by more than a dozen crystal guns.

A blank smile appeared on Black Flint's face, and he shook his tail three times at the "missing ears" to revenge on this guy's mockery of himself just now.

"Lack of Ears" is always like this, with weak hands and feet, and I can't run away every time. I have grown a lot of flesh. No wonder my wife followed her back then, instead of "Lack of Ears", a guy with thicker and larger horns.

"If I really go to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace in the sky and see the roast chicken, I must get half for the wife and the kids to come back and taste it!"

Black Firestone frowned and used the few remaining active brain cells to seriously think about how to steal the roast chicken from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace.

He has never stole anything since he grew up!

The crystal cannon at the human outpost ahead emitted beautiful lights, flowing with colorful lights and seven colors, just like the "glorious Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" he saw in the clouds.

"Strange, how could the Ten Thousand Demons Palace be inside the human cannon?"

Black Flint was puzzled and suddenly found himself flying high, his mouth felt sticky, wet, and a sour smell.

“Is this what roast chicken tastes like?”

Black Flint struggled, trying to turn his tongue and savor the wonderful smell.

He stretched out his arms and waved it around in the void, trying to seize the fragrant, fat roast chicken.

In the opposite human outpost.

It was covered with beard and had a red garlic nose, like a sentry drunk all day long. As the light curtain continued to increase, dense red dots. With a "pah", he spat on the ground with thick phlegm and muttered:

"It's so fucking unlucky."

Since the "Dawn Battle", almost all the towns and military bases of the Federation in the Great Wilderness have been destroyed. They are unable to maintain a long supply line and have built a larger war base north of the Great Wilderness.

Now, the Federation adopts a strategy of shrinking defense, concentrating most of its elites on the front line of the Giant Blade Pass in the southern part of the Great Wilderness, and investing more resources into the construction of the new All-Crystal Armor Battle Group.

On the vast wasteland in the north of the Great Wilderness, only some outposts are laid out.

Rather than relying on these outposts to resist the demon clan, it is better to say that when the demon clan army attacks, they are asked to issue an alarm as soon as possible and initially detect the reality of the demon clan.

The federal troops stationed in these outposts are very clear about their responsibilities and their destiny once the demon clan arrives.

But this is war. The magical powers of the Starry Federation have not yet been developed, so they can refine a magic weapon. In the wilderness where the spiritual magnetic environment is extremely complex, the sentry will be completely replaced.

The only thing the Federal Army can do is to shorten the mission time of each sentinel as much as possible and replace a group of sentinels every seven days.

Every sentry can get a long month of vacation and go home to reunite with your loved ones as long as you stick to seven days.

This sentry has been holding on for seven and a half days.

The sentry who came to take over him encountered a thunderstorm area on the way, and the transport ship was hit by lightning. He was under emergency repairs and could only stay here for one more day.

Who knows!

The sentry was trembling all over, and his ten fingers were dancing. He was a rough man of big and thick. But he cried aggrievedly like a bullied child.

"Hold!"

The sentry cried and said, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

While crying, the sentry threw a sedative potion into his neck, picked up another cigarette, and then turned on the crystal brain and quickly entered everything he observed.

As a series of data and pictures turned into spiritual waves and transmitted to the back, the sentry breathed a sigh of relief and found that the snot was flowing on his lips.

The sentry wiped away tears and snot with his dirty cuffs, took out his own private crystal brain from his arms, and inspired a light curtain like he was stroking the world's most precious gem.

This is the forefront of the Great Wilderness. The spiritual magnetic environment is too complex and it is difficult to talk directly to the Federal hinterland. The Federal Army also has its own rules. Soldiers can carry their own crystal brains, but they are not allowed to connect to the spiritual network.

What he inspired was just a three-dimensional photo stored inside.

In the photo, there is a woman with curly hair, a slightly fat body, smiling, and two boys with a terrifying head.

The older boy was winking at him and making strange looks.

The sentry smiled and suddenly remembered that he and his wife said that they had quit smoking. They rushed to extinguish the cigarette butts and then picked their teeth with their tongues. Then they clenched their hair's big mouth and gently kissed the illusory mysterious light, kissing the mysterious light into a ripple.

The sentry put Jing's brain right next to him and turned around to pick up a crystal magnetic cannon.

This kind of crystal cannon on a fixed gun position can be controlled by the control crystal brain in the outpost. He just needs to sit in front of the light curtain to monitor.

However, the Sentinel still removed one of the crystal magnetic cannons from automatic shooting and turned it into manual operation.

Under normal circumstances, a crystal magnetic cannon requires three soldiers to be manually operated.

However, the sentry bit his teeth tightly and used all his strength to smash the crystal box into the bullet cabin one by one.

“Buzz buzz!”

Arcs lingered on the three magnetic tracks of the crystal magnetic cannon, and the arcs spread to his arms, tearing his skin, nerves and flesh into pieces!

The sentry's tears turned red. He took a last look at the ripples on the screen, took a deep breath, put his head on the aiming position of the crystal cannon, squinted his left eye, and firmly locked the demon clan who was rushing in front.

That was a crazy bull.

He ran so fast that blood beads permeated all over his body, evaporated by the heat, turning into a faint blood mist, making his huge figure look even more ugly.

The mad bull smiled grimly, almost bursting out the eyes of the bull's eyes filled with violent light, and pale yellow saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, looking hungry.

The sentry can be imagined as the scene after being rushed into the town by such a demon.
Chapter completed!