Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

On the vast endless grassland, a huge black palace stands on the earth.

Outside the palace are tens of thousands of uniform white tents.

Outside these tents, countless towering watchtowers shrouded the entire camp airtight.

Teams of Demon Race elites patrolled the camp.

In the black palace, Demon Race Princess Fei Yu, who combines aloofness and charm, lazily leans on Zhongzheng's throne.

I saw a black chain shining with cold light in her hand, and the other end of the chain was placed around the neck of a Human Race monk.

The Human Race monk was pale and disheveled, lying under the throne with a humiliating look on his face, like a chained, lost dog.

Princess Fei Yu's jade-like crystal-clear and perfect feet gently rest on the Human Race monk's back, and the ivory-like slender calves inadvertently exposed under the skirt are so breathtakingly beautiful and so seductive.

That Human Race monk was none other than Xie Xiaofeng, who struck Fei Yu with a shocking sword a few days ago.

Although that sword was extremely stunning and indeed injured Princess Fei Yu, it was still difficult to kill her with one sword. Although Xie Xiaofeng failed to kill Fei Yu, he also created a lot of chaos for Demon Race. Wu Daozi, Nie Xiaoyao, Chu Xunfei and others took advantage of the chaos to break through the encirclement. Zhao Hen, Mo Ning'er, Bai Xiaosheng, and thousands of Human Race monks died in that battle.

Tan Sha finally wanted to kill Xie Xiaofeng, but was stopped by Fei Yu. She wanted the man who hurt him to suffer humiliation and torture, even if she wanted to die.

Under the throne, dozens of noble family representatives gathered together to report on the results of the past few days.

"Your Highness Princess, we have fought more than a dozen large and small battles in the past few days, and have wiped out more than 40,000 Human Race monks in total. At present, more than half of the Human Race disciples have been killed or injured, and it is difficult to form a large-scale resistance. Only three to five are left. A fish that slipped through the net.”

Fei Yu didn't seem surprised by the result. She just asked lazily:

"What's going on over there Feng Ye?"

A representative of Demon Race stood up and said:

"The spies our clan planted around Feng Ye reported that Feng Ye has been gathering strength at the edge of the endless grassland. We don't know what he will do next. But most of the Human Race has been wiped out by us, no matter what he does next No matter what, it seems unlikely that there will be a comeback.”

Fei Yu frowned slightly when he heard this and asked:

"The edge of the endless steppe? What's the name of that place?"

The succubus carefully recalled it and said:

"It seems to be a place called Evil Demon Forest."

"Evil Demon Forest?"

Fei Yu murmured in a low voice, seeming to be thinking about something. Suddenly she showed a look of realization, straightened her body and ordered:

"He wants to seize the Witch Race sacred object! Everyone listened to the order and immediately went back to each department to select the most elite disciples and follow me to the Evil Demon Forest overnight. The remaining army will gather early tomorrow morning and march to the Evil Demon Forest. Then Although the number of clan witches is small, each of them is powerful. If Feng Ye wants to take down each other in one fell swoop, he cannot do it in a short time. We just took the opportunity to sneak up on him from behind and solve him in the trial area once and for all."

Hearing this, representatives of all forces took the order and left one after another. Fei Yu said to the figure in the black mist in the corner:

"You take the first step and look for opportunities to kill Feng Ye. If Feng Ye can die in your hands, I will help you."

The black mist surged upon hearing this and dissipated in the corner in the blink of an eye.

Fei Yu looked calmly outside the hall, with a hint of determination in her clear eyes.

"The glory of the royal family only belongs to the pure blood of the Moon Demon. How can the humble mixed-blood Shura be compared with us?"

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Qiang Shan looked at the Demon Race army that was gradually getting out of trouble in the passage, and sighed helplessly.

There was no way, the forty or fifty sharp archers he brought had already shot all the arrows they carried. Even if the arrows are all right, taking away one Demon Race with one shot is only a drop in the bucket for hundreds of thousands of Demon Races.

Qiang Shan led everyone back to the canyon pass. He stood on the city wall and looked into the distance, and could already see scattered Demon Race beginning to appear in his field of vision. Qiangshan said in a deep voice to a leader behind him:

"Tell someone to prepare the altar. The Demon Race is coming fiercely this time, and more than a thousand of us alone will definitely not be able to defend it. Guzai! You take the women and children of the clan and escape through the secret passage."

A young Witch Race next to him immediately blushed and retorted:

"I won't go. Even if I die in battle, I will never escape! Witch Race has never been a warrior who ran away. Even if I die, I will die like a warrior."

Qiang Shan said to him with a serious face:

"We can fight to death, but what about those women and children? Do you want to see them humiliated and tortured by demons? This is not called running away. Your responsibility is more important than ours. You must protect them and continue to live. Only when they leave can we Fight to the death with the enemy without any distractions."

Although Guzai was unwilling to leave, he was forced to return to the tribe under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes around him. As soon as Guzai left, the surrounding warriors immediately put down their burdens and began to decorate the altar.

The Witch Race is inherited from ancient times and was the master of this world before the rise of the Human Race.

But due to various reasons, the ancient overlord declined and languished in the corner of the world.

But there is no doubt that even if Witch Race declines again, their single Combat Power cannot be underestimated. Especially this Witch Race who is trapped in the small world of Secret Realm. Because they have been taking dragon blood fruit all year round, the energy and blood in their bodies is extremely powerful. Even if they don't have any cultivation base, ordinary monks still can't hurt them at all. Moreover, they still retain the sacrificial technique passed down from ancient times - the technique of inviting gods. Therefore, even if they are not opponents of the Demon Army in this battle, they will never be easily won by the opponent.

Tang Xiaoyu in the cave was like a little hamster in a granary, only regretting that he had lost a few arms.

In order to catch all the dragon blood fruits, he has been busy picking them for several hours. He himself didn't know how many he had picked. The dragon blood fruits in his belt had been piled several meters high. It was conservatively estimated that there were at least 20,000 to 30,000 fruits. However, he still has no intention of stopping. As long as there is a Dragon Blood Fruit in his field of vision, he will never stop.

Why not leave a little for Witch Race, you ask?

joke! So what if he stays or not? Will Witch Race thank him for showing mercy?

"Thank you! Warrior of the Human Race! Thank you for leaving hundreds of dragon blood fruits for our Witch Race! To express our gratitude! We decided to cut you into pieces and fry you in fire!"

Stop making trouble, Tang Xiaoyu never leaves his name when doing good deeds.

To thank, please ask Wu Daozi of Primordial Origin Sect. That's me, the leader of the Human Race, the future master of the Primordial Origin Sect.

Looking at only one third of the dragon blood fruit left on the cave wall, Tang Xiaoyu glanced in the direction of the cave entrance with a guilty conscience.

"No! Why am I feeling a little nervous! I have a premonition of being caught. It's better to be careful. I'd better set up the formation first."

One set of the five buckets of rice formation in Tang Xiaoyu's backpack was lying on the endless prairie, and four sets were used in Tianzhan Canyon Yinren. All of them have been used up. But it doesn't matter, Wu Yang is quite obedient, and has mailed him twenty sets of five buckets of rice formations these days.

"I'm going to play hard this time, ten sets of trapping formations + ten sets of illusion formations + ten sets of killing formations. I wonder if stacking them like this will explode?"

Tang Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat! Hit it and explode! Labor and management have Coiling Mountain Talisman to protect themselves and cannot be killed by explosions. Scared!