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"Actually, there is one thing we hope to discuss with you."

With such a sentence, Bai Yasha put a letter on the table, exposing the contents of the letter to Noah, and back to the eyes of Shiliu Ye and Ren and his group.

The group of three almost subconsciously turned their attention to the letters resting on the table.

There was only one sentence written on the letter.

The Fire Dragon Birth Festival will be attacked by the Demon King

When such a sentence was imprinted into Noah and the Sixteen Nights' eyes, their eyes contracted at the same time.

Demon King?

The Demon King will be attacked at the Fire Dragon Birth Festival?

"This...this..." Ren's eyes widened directly, and he was a little panicked.

"No...no? There will be a demon king attack in the Fire Dragon Birth Festival?"

"Calm down, young master." Shiliu Ye pressed Ren's shoulders, but his eyes became sharper and swept towards Bai Yasha.

"This shouldn't be a joke, right?"

"If anyone uses such a joke on me, I will definitely let him know that it is not possible to make any joke." Bai Yasha met the gaze that reversed Shiliu Ye.

"I think you guys should be the same, right?"

"What the hell is going on?" Noah simply asked directly.

"Is this letter a crime preview?"

"No. This letter was made by thousands eyes, a cadre who had the gift of predicting the future." Bai Yasha closed his eyes gently. The paper fan in his hand squirted.

"The credibility of the prophecy is almost 100%, and at least there have been no mistakes so far. So, I have to tell you that this is definitely not a joke."

"So that's it." Noah spoke calmly.

"So, as the strongest class dominator, you will come to the North District and hold a festival with Salamandra?"

"...No, I will assist this birth festival, mainly because the remaining class dominators in the North District do not cooperate with Shandora's birth festival, which led to the co-sponsored alternates who are the dominators of the East District class." Bai Yasha said in a miserable tone.

"So, if you are wondering if there is any hidden secrets about why the East District and North District will hold the festival together. I guess I am disappointed, but it is only because the remaining members of the North District do not cooperate, it is my turn."

Noah was speechless.

Not to mention Noah, even the Sixteen Nights turned back, it seemed like I had eaten a fly, and looked depressed.

As a result, I guessed a lot of reasons, but I didn't expect that the reason was so simple.

This is what is called being smart is mistaken by being smart?

However, in this way, the reason why Bai Yasha sent an invitation letter to no name is clear.

Because the purpose of no name, who has lost its flag and name, is to defeat the devil.

It is for this reason that in the operation headquarters of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival, when Noah exposed the purpose of Bai Yasha's invitation, Bai Yasha would say something that could not even guess at such a level, and then it would not be possible to use the slogan of overthrowing the Demon King as the purpose of the community.

"In other words, is your purpose of sending us an invitation letter to us to get the Demon King's head?" A ferocious expression like a warrior appeared on the face of the Sixteen Nights.

"It's so hateful! Did things get so interesting?!"

For matters such as the regime's disputes, the Sixteen Nights did not even have any interest.

However, if the Demon King is used as the opponent to play a gift game, it will be more than anything else to ignite the fighting spirit in Shiliuye's heart.

The problem of children who desire to be moved and fun are now emitting a breath like asking for an opponent and telling everyone present.

At this moment, I felt very good when I returned to Shiliuye.

However, the good mood of the Sixteen Nights was smoothly ignited by the person with the worst mood.

"If you want to play, go back to your territory and play!" Mandela shouted angrily.

"Different to you, the nameless people who are like playing, put forward the slogan of defeating the Demon King, once we are defeated in front of the Demon King, what price will it cost? Don't you understand that you are ruined in the hands of the Demon King?!"

Ren's expression froze slightly, and then it became gloomy.

Yes.

The coming of the Demon King is not a game.

Once you lose in the game with the Demon King, the miserable situation in the no name base area will be reappeared in salamandra.

It is natural to understand this. When Mandela is so excited by the appearance of the Demon King in Reverse Sixteen Nights, it is natural that Mandela will be furious.

However, in response to this, Shiliu Ye looked straight at Mandela with a rebellious expression.

"What? Are the famous salamandra scared? Then, just hide behind us and be protected by us!"

"You...what did you say?" Mandela was furious and put one hand on the hilt of the long sword around his waist.

"Brother Mandela!" Shandora was shocked and quickly prepared to speak out to stop her.

At this moment, a cold sense of oppression enveloped Mandela.

Mandela's movements stagnated and his whole body became stiff, as if he was touched by something cold. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the cold pressure came.

There, Noah looked at Mandela with an unusually calm gaze and said this slowly.

"This time, I will not show mercy anymore. If you have made the enlightenment of your life, then draw your sword..."

Mandela felt his breathing suffocated, his face turned ugly, but his hand could no longer move, and he could not reach the hilt of the sword that was not far away.

"Just give me the same, Mandela." Bai Yasha frowned.

"But you who need help, are you asking for help?"

"...We are dealing with the Demon King." Mandela's expression kept changing, and he stared at Noah and his group.

"Can a group of no names really help us guide the Demon King?"

"Wow?" Shiliuye grinned with interest.

"That is, are you going to try our best?"

"I won't stop you, Mandela." Bai Yasha glanced at Mandela.

"But I must tell you that those two boys over there, one who has a gift that even Laplace, who is known as omniscient, cannot identify, and the other has more than a thousand kinds of divine weapons. If you think there is a way to test their level, then I'll look forward to it."

"A gift that even Laplace can't identify?" Mandela opened his eyes wide.

"More than a thousand kinds of divine martial arts?" Shandora was even more shocked.

"Impossible!" Mandela shouted.

"No matter the former, if you have thousands of divine weapons or something, how can you do that kind of thing?!"

You should know that gifts and weapons with divine nature are all mythical objects with terrible power.

It's like leaving the opponent with nowhere to escape, and the sure-win gun that wins every shot.

It is like a brahmastra, which can be thrown out, will definitely lead the result to victory.

It seems that the curse spear that can reverse cause and effect, and the core of the absolute life pierces the spear of the dead spine (gae wave lg).

These terrifying gift weapons of the divine level are terrifying existences that even the three strongest species in the box court cannot ignore.

These divine weapons are almost all in the hands of the highest-level Shura gods and Buddhas, and the rest of them are just imitations that have been given simulated divine characters.

Who is the one who can hold the authentic product is not a famous person in the box court?

Noah holds more than a thousand kinds of such gifts?

There should be a limit to kidding, right?

However, this is also the reason why Bai Yasha, who is as powerful as the former two-digit demon king, was shocked by this.

If you only hold one or two pieces, you wouldn't be so shocked.

However, if there are more than a thousand types, it would be outrageous.

"Anyway, I won't believe it!"

Mandela looked at Noah.
Chapter completed!