Zhao Hu was so happy that he was worthy of being a magical sword spirit. Although it was difficult to exert more powerful killing amplification power for the time being, the appearance of the long sword provided him with powerful defense and a handy weapon. The black long sword was as light and heavy as his wish.

With the simple and unpretentious sword covering his sharpness, Zhao Hu thought to himself: Although he cannot quickly enhance his strength for the time being, he, who has the Holy Fire Blood Refining, the Sperm Sucking Technique and the Long Sword, even a lord-level master, will find it difficult to defeat him easily. Humph, just expand his power under the Death Peak, secretly use the Sperm Sucking Technique and the Holy Fire Blood Refining to enhance his strength, and become the best at the lord-level.

In the path of cultivation, the method of suctioning essence has become an unprecedented super shortcut!

Because of his current lack of strength and limited defense, he has never dared to use that skill easily, for fear that someone would find out the truth and cause the gods and demons to join forces to chase him. The appearance of the long sword undoubtedly provided him with strong enough defense, allowing him to take risks in battle and use the sperm-sucking technique to attack the enemy. When an enemy who is stronger than him is near-death counterattack, he will not be afraid to bear the terrible consequences of a fatal blow. At least, the sword spirit will remove a certain degree of attack power for him.

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on his face, and murderous aura filled his mind without realizing it. The desire to fight was like wild grass growing wildly in spring, crawling over his heart.

"Report to Master, Cas will return to the main city successfully!" Outside the door, Goode's deep voice came.

Zhao Hu was excited. I wonder how many spoils Cas and others had plundered?

As he creaked, the door of the lord's hall opened, and Zhao Hu, wearing dark magic armor, walked out slowly. The sudden change of shape made Good and Kas, who were outside the door, stunned. He looked at the exquisite armor and precious swords that the master had obtained from somewhere. Could it be that they were found from the lord's secret room?

"This set of pure black magic armor, coupled with the owner's handsome appearance, is really made of heaven and earth, and is flawless!" Good and Cas praised in their hearts.

"Greetings to Lord Lord!" Nearly two thousand demon soldiers knelt down on one knee, stroked their right hand, and lowered their proud heads to him.

Zhao Hu's eyes swept away. Among the demon soldiers, there were about 500 skeleton warriors, their miserable skeletons and vigorous soul fire, which were their eternal signs. After a night of killing and fighting, plus the original 600 fallen angels, he had about 2,000 demon soldiers.

"No gift!" Zhao Hu said coldly.

"Abide by the order!" With a bang, the demon soldiers stood up in one go, and automatically lined up in four square formations according to the queue of their respective races. They were for the fallen people, vampires, demons, skeletons, and different numbers. Everyone held their heads and chests in front of the new lord to show their strongest side, in order to win the favor of the lord.

The nine major races in the abyss respect the Demon Emperor and safeguard the interests of the clan. Among the lords, there are racial disparities. In addition to the direct legion, most of them have warriors from other races that are forced to surrender. This is a convention. However, the direct legion is always the main force, and racial discrimination is inevitable.

Whenever there are strong men at the Demon King level, most of the loyalty of the clan are the lords of their clan.

"You, you, you, and you, you four are four thousand-man commanders, responsible for leading the tribe to fight!" Zhao Hu selected the four strongest soldiers and promoted them to thousand-man commanders in order to arouse the four people's desire for power and serve him wholeheartedly.

With a "bang!", a punch hit the demon's face fiercely. With a pounce, the demon fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Zhao Hu had already kicked his abdomen with a dull and dull sound. The pain demon warrior covered his belly like a prawn and bent it.

"Hmph, as soon as I finished speaking, you resisted the order and you deserved to die!" Zhao Hu's right palm blew. The flame demon fighting spirit was burning hot. A palm was printed on his chest, and it seemed like a ignition of a oil pan. The demon's body was burning wildly, and thousands of flame tongues spewed out from his pores.

"Wow..." The demon warrior rolled miserably underground, but it was difficult to extinguish the fire burning out from his body.

"The disrespectful person who resists the order, this is the end!" Zhao Hu's cold words were like a sharp ice cone, piercing into the hearts of every surrendered soldier, and a trace of shocking light flashed in everyone's eyes. Zhao Hu's cruelty and iron fist penetrated into everyone's heart. How dare he question his order?

The team that distributes reward materials stands upright and no one dares to step beyond the line.

Zhao Hu smiled with satisfaction, surrounded by Kass and four new commanders, patrolled and looted the materials hunted by the four territories. The four small territories each had land of 300 miles, and each had 1,800 soldiers and generals, who died and surrendered. The four lords were granted a seal in a remote border buffer zone, and the barren land was not rich, barely enough to meet the rewards Zhao Hu promised.

What interested Zhao Hu was the captured armor and weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, armor and helmets, as well as equipment to attack and defend the city. Most of the nine empires in the abyss were not produced, and they were worshipped from the human world, looted supplies from the gods, and then the food grown by the slave race.

Conquest and killing are the main themes in the abyss, and they are also the rules for maintaining the abyss’ strength. Only warriors who grow up in bloody storms are first-class combat machines. This is also a major aspect that the heavenly gods are deeply afraid of.

Among the thousands of armored weapons, a defensive weapon weighing two tons attracted Zhao Hu's attention. If you look closely, it was a wind blade crossbow truck purchased from the Dark Elves. The huge wind blade that was two meters wide was like an extra-large curved guillotine, flashing with a daunting light.

The elastic dragon tendons on the crossbow cart are so loveable that people can't let go. This dragon tendon is specially hunting the golden dragons in the gods, rather than the black dragons in the abyss. It is very rare. Only the dragon tendons can eject hundreds of kilograms of wind blades from a distance, causing terrifying lethality.

Even if the Wind Blade crossbow is the Demon Emperor, he dare not block its edge. However, the powerful Demon Emperor is not something that the Wind Blade can shoot just by wanting it.

The wind blade crossbow cart must be made from the dragon tendons peeled off from the living dragon to maintain its fresh elasticity and toughness. If it is obtained from the dead dragon, its power will be greatly reduced. It can only be created to create a siege castle cart. That guy dares to resist even a lord, and the gap between the two is too big.
Chapter completed!