As expected, after dying once, their courage had become much smaller.
Many demons had witnessed the fall of the previous Four Great Demon Kings of the Netherworld. Shen had also witnessed the great battle between God and the Four Great Demon Kings.
The four of them were forced to self-destruct by God, and then both sides died together.
Now, it seemed that they had managed to survive that battle. Shen did not believe that the stronger God would die so easily.
While Chen Man was wandering aimlessly in the battlefield of the three races, he kept all the valuable items he encountered. He had to admit that there were quite a lot of good things in this place.
Some of the good items were even covered with camouflage spells that were close to the sixth step. If this wasn't the 300 taels of silver here, what was it?
Very soon, Shen found a few of the damaged level 6 god relics. Whether it was renovating them and selling them to those fools or refining them into divine materials, it was a profitable business.
There was nothing Shen could do. He felt that he was really poor. Other than the Companion Divine Weapon, the Time Hourglass, he did not have any other level seven god relics. If that was not poverty, then what was?
Moreover, because there were too many high-level gods buried in this land, it contained a huge amount of life force. The air was also intertwined with the death aura emitted by countless gods when they died.
Under such peculiar conditions, many precious high-level potions were born.
Take them away, take them all away!
In any case, after this battle, the battlefield between the three races would probably cease to exist. It would be a waste to leave these treasures behind.
This scene made the four people's hearts bleed. After all, these things were used to recruit soldiers after they revived. Now, they had all been taken away by this bandit.
It was really like a wild goose plucking its feathers and digging three feet into the ground.
After collecting all the valuable items of the third step and above, Shen discovered that the four fellows hiding in the shadows had not appeared yet. He did not know what to say in his heart.
These four guys were turtles, right? They were so good at hiding!
However, what Shen did not know was that the four fellows hidden in the shadows were also silently muttering to themselves. It's almost done!
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Not far away from the battlefield of the three races, the middle-level demon was hiding behind a small hill. He looked at the battlefield of the three races with a worried expression.
What he was considering now was whether he should report to Emperor Beryl that he would soon have a big war. After all, the new five emperors were much better than the previous four demon kings.
The lives of these common demons were getting better and better, so he sincerely did not want anything to happen to King Beril.
It was also because of the existence of these five Majesties that the Demon Clan could continue to maintain its powerful position.
However, when King Beryl asked him to leave, he did not give any instructions. So, was he reporting it? Or not to report it?
As a mid-level demon, he was a small leader in a military base near the battlefield of the three races. The commander of the base was a demon lord level demon noble. With his position as a commander, he had the right to report directly to Helcrown.
He would wait here for a day. If His Majesty Beryl did not appear, he would return to the base and report.
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Time passed slowly. The next morning, the purple sun in the Underworld rose as usual.
The middle-level demon rubbed his reddened eyes. He had been staring at it for the entire day and night.
Suddenly, he found that something seemed to have appeared outside the battlefield of the three clans. He could no longer see the gray fog that had been floating in the battlefield of the three clans for many years. All he could see was a hazy scene.
What was going on?
The demon, who was confused by the situation, immediately spread his demonic wings and rushed towards the Underworld military base where he served.
Report it, he had to report it quickly.
His Majesty Beryl might already be trapped inside, and it might be too late.
Ten minutes later, after going through many rounds of notifications, this middle-level demon finally met the highest commander of the base, who was born in the Balam family, one of the 72 pure-blooded demon families.
"What did you say? Yesterday morning, you met His Majesty Beryl in the battlefield of the three races. He said that there would be a great war coming, and this morning, you found that the entire battlefield of the three races seemed to have been sealed off? His Majesty Beryl might still be inside.”
Dean Balam suddenly stood up from his chair after hearing his subordinate's report. His robe fluttered despite the lack of wind, and an aura that only a Rank-6 could emit from his body instantly. He asked with a shocked expression.
" That's right, Lord Balam. That's what happened.”
The middle-level demon kneeled on the ground, his head pressed tightly against the ground by this huge aura, and answered with difficulty.
"Why didn't you report it earlier?"
" Lord Balam, His Majesty Beryl only told me to leave quickly yesterday. He didn't ask me to do anything else, so I didn't dare to act rashly.”
"…You did the right thing. Alright, you can leave first. Your reward will be given out soon. This matter is no longer something I can handle. I have to report to the other four emperors.”
Dean Balam waved his hand and sent the middle-level demon away. He then instantly activated the ultra-long-distance communication magic array and prepared to connect to Helcrown.
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