I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

This is a game proposed by "White Wing Gong" and set up by his second-generation dependent "Bai Yu".

To put it bluntly, the process is very simple. Create an excellent opportunity to use "White Feather" itself as bait to fish out the Clone brigade, and then eat this young army belonging to Bartholomew.

The best thing about the whole bureau is that all the information is true, including "White Wing Duke" going to Las Vegas to visit Van Lim, and the most crucial part is that "White Wing Duke" takes Van Fierre The special plane arranged by Tom to fly directly to Italy was final.

"White-Winged Lord" Tevarm Otenroshe, one of the oldest Dead Apostles, the King of the Dead Apostles - although it is only in name, the fact that he can get this title is enough to show his strength.

In fact, whether it is enemies or friends, whether it is the Magic Association, the Templar Church or the Dead Apostle's own circle, they all recognize that this old monster whose age is measured in thousands of years is one of the top powerhouses in the world. (Excluding the Mercury Spider ORT, this one can directly destroy the surface of the earth. Unfortunately, only few people know its true strength.)

In the eyes of "White Wing Duke"'s family members and subordinates, he is a god.

In the eyes of "White Wing Duke"'s enemies, he is a demon that spreads terror and an unfathomable monster.

Now, this monster's sledgehammer is standing in front of the Clone team, blocking the entire team's retreat.

"Tevam Otenroche!"

Seeing the iconic white beam of light, the "chariot" leading the way changed his expression instantly.

Although he had received the news of the arrival of "White Wing Duke" and was mentally prepared for a life-and-death battle, "Chariot" still couldn't help but feel panic when he actually met this man.

This is true even for the second-in-command in the team, let alone the other members. Especially the eight recruits, their legs were all shaking, and it was a miracle they could even stand.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, the name "White Winged Lord" is really too loud. It felt like a fledgling software company competing with the dominant Microsoft in computer operating systems. It was not in the same dimension at all.

Seeing the frightened appearance of the Clone brigade, "Bai Yu", who had lost more than 20 family members, felt happy in his heart.

Taking advantage of his father's power, "Bai Yu" shouted sternly: "The rude magician dares to call my father by his name and refuses to die to apologize."

This curse strengthened "Chariot"'s will. He raised his left hand and signaled everyone to prepare to fight - there are no cowards in the Clone Brigade, and the members of Barthemero will not bow to the Death Apostles.

"What a courage!"

A strong murderous intent appeared in "Bai Yu's" eyes. Just as he was about to call on his remaining family members to launch an attack, he heard a "stop" sound coming from the pure white light pillar.

After hearing his father's order, "Bai Yu" immediately put away all his emotions, lowered his head, and got out of the way.

For all Dead Apostles, the orders of their superior relatives are absolute and cannot be disobeyed.

The second after "White Feather" got out of the way, the white light beam lingering around "White Winged Duke" spread forward without any warning, as if intending to engulf the entire Clone brigade with one blow.

"Joint defense!" "Chariot"'s eyes were filled with blood, and he supported the magic barrier as quickly as possible. He was good at earth magic and was an expert in defensive magic.

Under his leadership, the magicians quickly launched a joint defense, opening up magic barriers for those with magic barriers, and providing various benefits for those without barriers. Everyone contributes their own strength according to the instincts engraved in the body. The entire clone team is like a whole, resisting the attack of the King of Death Apostles together.

I don't know how long it took, maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes, before the white light containing powerful destructive power gradually dissipated. At this time, the magicians were already sweating profusely, and many of them were covered in blood because the magic power exceeded the limit that the magic circuit could bear.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the expression on the faces of the magicians. Between life and death, they forget about fear and trembling, and work together to resist powerful enemies, including newcomers who are on the battlefield for the first time.

"Not bad." "White Wing Duke" said lightly, not sounding annoyed that the attack was ineffective.

Of course he felt annoyed, because this was a situation he had created by himself, and the blow just now was carefully calculated. Otherwise, with his strength, no matter how united the Clone team was, it would be impossible for all members of the Clone team to survive.

The reason for doing this was to test the character and strength of these magicians. The results of the test made "White Wing Duke" very satisfied.

He moved forward a few meters and looked down at the young magicians:

"You guys are very good."

"There are better ones." "Chariot" said with a smile on his face. Now he has given up on it.

"I'm looking forward to it. But before that, I have something to ask you -" "White Wing Duke"'s tone remained unchanged, "-are you willing to become my servant and serve me?"

This is the true intention of "White Winged Duke" and the reason why he traveled thousands of miles from Las Vegas to the Po River Plain.

He really wants to "eat" this army of magicians, but "eating" has two meanings. Killing them all is "eating", and absorbing them for his own use is also "eating". If the performance of the Clone brigade does not satisfy "White Wing Gong", then it will be the former way. If it is satisfactory, it will be the latter way.

Obviously, this unit that took a lot of effort from Lorelaia and Shenji made the always picky King of the Dead Apostles very satisfied and started to recruit them.

In response to this, "Chariot" responded with a single word, which when translated into Chinese is onomatopoeia - "Bah!"

"Bold——"

"Bai Yu"'s scolding was once again stopped by his "father".

"What a pity. I thought you were a commander who loves his subordinates. It seems I was wrong."

"No, you are right." "Chariot" shook his head, "It's just that compared to becoming a dead person, true death is the only way to love and protect."

"Do your subordinates think so too?"

The pure white light beam still obscured the figure of "White Winged Lord", but every magician present felt the oppressive gaze behind the light beam.

"If you are willing to stand up for me, I can grant him the honor of becoming my direct heir."

Not a single magician moved, and a few of the more courageous ones imitated the "Chariot" approach and responded with "Bah!"

As a unit directly under Lorelaia, the magician unit was born to hunt Death Apostles. They can be defeated and die, but they cannot betray humans and become Death Apostles!

"Barthemero's style is still as stubborn as ever." "White Wing Duke"'s voice became colder, "But it doesn't matter. No matter what you think, you will eventually become my brothers and sisters and be used by me."