The loss of the Maginot line shocked the entire Europe.

The insurmountable natural barriers advocated by the French, and the fortress that could never be captured, were captured in this way. In just one night, the German army crossed the Maginot Line and officially entered the French mainland.

The French were panicked, and the British were panicked. None of them expected that failure would come so quickly.

"What is behind the Maginot Line?" Imodon led the priests' regiment, standing on a high ground, looking into the distance.

"There should be the French mainland after the Maginot line. Dear Lord Imoton." Suleiman lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Is it French mainland? It's time for them to play."

Imodon raised his right hand and on his wrist, carrying a gold bracelet, which is the legendary Death bracelet that can summon the army of Anubis.

"In the name of the God of Death, summon you, the army of the God of Death."

A black shadow flashed through the ground, and the wolf-headed and human-body army quickly emerged from the ground. They were like monsters fusing with the earth, separated from the earth at this moment.

"What a pity, even with Chen Xu's authorization, I cannot exert the maximum power of the God of Death Bracelet."

Looking at the thousands of troops of death in front of him, Imoton sighed faintly in his heart.

To manipulate the Bracelet of Death, one needs to personally kill the holder of the Bracelet of Death. However, as a priest serving the Bracelet of Death, there is always a way to bypass this restriction.

Among them, sacrifice to Anubis, the god of death, and to please Anubis, is the method.

They killed hundreds of people and held a grand and grand sacrifice. Finally, they obtained the understanding of Anubis, the god of death, and allowed the priests except the original owner of the bracelet of death to use the bracelet of death.

However, this method has limitations. Not only does it consume about ten times greater than normal magic power, but its upper limit is also 10,000 people. The most important thing is that the priest who held such a ceremony will completely lose the qualification to challenge. In other words, he cannot fully master the Bracelet of Death by killing the original owner.

"But thousands of people are enough. The army of Anubis, the god of death, is immortal. No matter how they are killed, they will not die. Even if their heads are cut off, they will just return to the underworld and wait for the next rebirth."

"As for the soul that destroyed..."

"Under the protection of the great god of death Anubis, any attack on the soul is an act of seeking death."

"Go, kill me, kill all these living beings, and turn the living into the kingdom of the dead."

The army of Death moved, and the wolf-headed monster took its own steps and advanced towards the town in the distance.

They rushed in and used the knife in their hands to cut off the enemy's head. Their body was injured and they would recover in an instant. As for the army of Death, whose heads were occasionally knocked off, they would also be supplemented by Imoton.

Screams rang out repeatedly, like the Shura hell; red blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing the entire town red.

After about an hour, the screams gradually subsided, and the whole town began to exude a breath of death.

"It's almost done, let's start the ceremony." Emoton said.

In his eyes, the town's anger had almost dissipated, and the sporadic anger soon disappeared under the butcher knife of the Death Army. The victory was decided, so there was no need to continue watching.

"Yes." said the priests.

They walked into the town and saw corpses everywhere, blood and unknown organs scattered everywhere. Every time they took a step, they felt that they had stepped on something, perhaps arms, or thighs, or parts on the human body, soft and elastic.

They had seen Qin Shihuang massacre Asia and Japan in the early days, and they were not uncomfortable with the scene in front of them. On the contrary, many people showed a trace of nostalgia.

"Get started." Emoton said.

"Praise you, the great Lord..."

The praises are highly unified and overlapping. The rules in the void are triggered by their voices. Wire red lights come from the unknown mysterious place, like greedy sharks, madly devouring flesh and soul on the ground.

"You are the new Lord, the real Lord. From the future, you have brought the gospel. Anyone in the world must praise your greatness, your glory, and your glory..."

The scarlet light swept away the flesh and blood of the entire town and turned into a ball of highly aggregated energy body. This is the energy of a priest who can instantly turn a mortal into a bronze field. Of course, the greater possibility is that this mortal was blown into pieces by this ball of energy, or was directly strangled by the curse of resentment contained in it.

"Amen!"

As the last scale fell, the energy quickly disappeared into the air, and it was crossing the void and heading towards the object of the sacrifice.

"It's finally done." An inexplicable smile appeared on Imoton's face.

...

In the face of war in Europe.

Americans are living a life of bright lights and wine. The hot dancer raises his gray thighs and dances a hot dance, which causes a sound of amazement and saliva.

"Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to the Ford Future Concept Exhibition." The host came on stage with disappointed eyes because his appearance led to the hot dancer's end.

The host also knew that he was not popular, so he shortly said, "Now we have invited our dancer to the stage."

The hot dancer appeared again, and they kept swaying their white thighs to attract attention. The protagonist of this exhibition also appeared with the dancer.

This is a new car that is different from the classic car. The gorgeous body and smooth line shapes all give it a fashionable atmosphere.

"This is the future concept car we launched, which can be suspended and flying." The host snapped his fingers, and the staff in the backstage immediately manipulated the concept car.

I only saw this concept car slowly rising, half a meter above the ground.

"Wow!"

“Incredible!”

The suspension effect of the concept car immediately attracted people's eyes from the dancing girl, and then caused bursts of exclamations.

"This car is great, isn't it? Steve." A young man poked Steve with his elbow and said happily: "A car that can be suspended may also fly to the sky, cross the Pacific Ocean, and travel to Europe in the future."

"Yeah, yeah!" The young man named Steve obviously had no thoughts on this, and he was just perfunctory to his partner.

The young man understood what Steve was thinking and immediately chuckled, "Are you still worried about your physical condition not being up to standard?"

He teased that because Steve's body was too small, not only was he unqualified in height and weight, but he wanted to scream and also produced false proof from the hospital. However, he was discovered every time, and his story has become a joke in the circle and is often talked about.

"I will join the army one day and then defeat the evil axis." Steve said angrily, then squeezed out of the crowd and left alone.

"What a poor Steve." The young man didn't chase him, just shook his head, and continued to watch this futuristic concept car.

Bang!

The suspended car suddenly fell down, and the host had to say awkwardly: "Sorry, the concept car of the future is the future, not what we can have now. Didn't I say that just now?"

The auto show ended with a lot of booing, but it was not about Steve's business. The weak young man was resentful of his inability to join the army.

"Fake, why can't I join the army?" Steve kicked the newspaper in front of him, and a gust of wind blew, blowing away the newspaper in front of him, and at the same time the newspaper blocked his sight.

After the newspaper flew away, Steve realized that there was an old man in front of him.

This is an old man wearing a black jacket, black trousers and black leather shoes, and he is leaning on a cane.

Steve was stunned, and then quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now."

"There is no need to apologize to me, child, you didn't bump into me, right?" the old man smiled softly, "And there are children, I see your heart, your heart tells me that you really want to join the army, and I don't know if you really want to go."

"Of course I want to join the army." Steve said loudly, then his expression dimmed, "But I can't do it. My height and weight are not up to standard, and they also told me that the battlefield is dangerous."

"The battlefield is not dangerous. For the strong, the battlefield is just an amusement park. So, kid, please tell me whether you are willing to go to the battlefield at all costs." A trace of evil smile appeared on the old man's face.

"At any cost?" Steve hesitated, "Can you tell me what price I need to pay? Money, or what? If it were money, I might not have. My current job can only support myself."

"No, I don't need money. Money is just a tool to me. What I really want is your soul, a pure and kind soul." The old man finally said his purpose, "You are kind, I admire you very much, so I want to help you, and the price is your soul."

"You're not kidding." Steve didn't believe it, "You want my soul, aren't you a demon?"

"Don't compare me with those lowly demons, I, Mephisto, was one of the monarchs of hell in ancient times." Mephisto said: "It seems that you don't believe me, that's okay, you will believe me, and this time is not far away."

Mephisto turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared before Steve, leaving only his own voice, echoing in his ears, "Please remember my name. My name is Mephisto. If you need help, you can recite my name silently. I will appear before you and help you, provided that you need to give your soul, the soul of the pure and good is rare in heaven."

Steve opened his mouth wide, widened his eyes, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "I wasn't dreaming just now, a demon said he wanted my soul, which demon would be so stupid."
Chapter completed!