The Last Commander of The Red Police

"You said you want to change the rules, how do you change?" Fitch asked.

"Don't you think it's boring to test like this? If you want to play, just play something interesting." The corner of Les' mouth was raised, and he stood up, and his voice spread throughout the star.

"I am the **** of death Les. I announce that the rules of the day of becoming a **** have changed. From now on, all races who choose to participate in the day of becoming a **** will have a digital sign. Your task is to collect these signs. The more the better, Regardless of the method, the one who has collected the most signs at the end of the day of becoming a **** in a month and is still alive, I will give him a special reward!"

"Then now, the entire planet is your battlefield, let's fight wanton, hahaha!"

The scene that Les made, not to mention the various races on the planet, even Fitch was stunned.

"Les, what are you doing? These are the elites of the Protoss vassal race. If they are all dead..."

Les interrupted him directly with a cold voice: "If you die, you will be trash. Trash is not qualified to be a servant of the Protoss!"

Fitch deeply doubted whether other races had entered the undercover of the Protoss. Isn't this reducing the fighting power of the Protoss?

In fact, when he saw Les, he used multiple methods to verify his identity, and everything proved that he was the **** of death Les, and it was impossible for someone else to pretend.

After Rice said those words, all those who attended the festival discovered that a digital sign appeared on their bodies, and in the next second, the entire planet became a battlefield everywhere.

Those who can participate in the day of becoming a **** are only allowed to exist at the small galaxy level, and neither the planetary level nor the large galaxy level will work. The former is too weak and useless, and the latter is too strong and may be anti-objective.

After all, not every protoss is at the great galaxy level, there are always very few protoss that are not at the great galaxy level.

Once so many small galaxy-level powerhouses fight with all their strength, it is only a matter of time before the planet is destroyed, but here is the planet where the **** of death and the **** master are. Whoever dares to destroy the planet is looking for death.

All races participating in the festival are very restrained and absolutely do not use destructive moves. It does not matter if they die, the most worrying is their own race.

Not only that, some races have well-developed brains and dig deeper into Les's ideas. Even the races around them that are not participating in the festival dare not get involved. The battle must be carried out in no one's place.

As a result, the cities were not damaged in any way, and all the battles were in the wild. Even if the two sides met in the city, they would not take action. This gave them a time to rest.

As a result, all the arenas on the planet were empty, and the person in charge of the arena was very helpless, but no one dared to say anything. This was the order of the Lord Grim Reaper.

Les just sat here, eating and drinking while talking nonsense with Fitch, sometimes talking, even Les himself didn't know where it was, so he just changed the subject.

"Foch, are you interested in making a bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"It's nothing, just bet on your position as the master." Les said lightly.

Foch's eyes changed, and he stood up from his seat all of a sudden: "Les, the position of God Lord is chosen by the Protoss. It can't be restricted by a bet."

He was able to say this, it was already a face to Les, if others dared to say that, he would have killed him directly.

Les swallowed a mouthful of fruit, and the death sickle suddenly appeared in his hand. He stretched out his hand to stroke the sickle, and said in a very casual tone: "This is not the one you have the final say. I took it from my hand. , Now you can return to the original owner."

At this time, all fools knew what Les meant.

auzw.com Carlos and Xiaobai are secretly guarded, once Foqi does take care of it, they promise to...shock people in the first place!

This is what Les explained to them before, and they don't need to participate in the battle with Fitch, just protect themselves.

Les will resolve the hatred with Foggy.

The surrounding atmosphere was very dignified. Seeing that it was about to reach the critical point, suddenly a slightly older voice sounded: "The arrival of Lord Grim Reaper really made me wait and see."

Not long after, several figures appeared in the field. They were all gods, or the elders of the gods.

Protoss is a race with a very long life span, which leads to a large number of elders in the Protoss. People like Leis are at most young people, not middle-aged.

Les squinted at these protoss. If he remembers correctly, these protoss are all protoss supporting Foch.

"You old immortals are still alive?" Les put away the death sickle and said unceremoniously.

The expressions of these protoss were slightly stiff, they forgot one thing, the **** of death Les is a protoss who never respects the old and loves the young, and it is not the first time that they have been surprised.

It's just that they have not been stunned by Les for a long time, they have forgotten this fact.

"Master Grim Reaper laughed. We have little left to live. We may not live long. Before we die, what we hope most is the stability and peace of the Protoss." The Protoss old man said.

Les has long been not the unkind **** of death before. How could he fail to hear what the old man meant? Isn't he just letting him rest a bit and be his **** of death, assisting the **** Lord Foqi?

This kind of thing can be done by these shameless old guys.

Just after he said this, an old voice sounded again, but this voice seemed a bit bursting: "As long as the position of the Lord of God is given to Lord Death, the Protoss is the most stable and peaceful!"

Soon, some elders of the Protoss appeared again, and their number was a little more than the previous batch.

They were the Protoss who supported Les. They came to Les and shouted respectfully: "See Lord Grim Reaper."

"Yo, are you still alive?" Les laughed.

The old man of the Protoss who took the lead smiled: "Of course, how can we die without seeing Lord Death becoming the Lord?"

The Protoss behind the old man all laughed, and indeed, Lord Grim Reaper still looks like that, and it is this temperament that makes so many Protoss willing to follow him.

Looking at it this way, Foch's strength seemed a lot worse.

Fauci hated that if these old guys had killed them sooner, they didn't support me, the god, and Les?

"Les, I know that your purpose is the position of the Lord. If you follow the normal procedure, unless I actively abdicate or die by accident, you will never want to get this seat, but now I will give you a chance."

"On this day of becoming a god, we each choose a goal. If the goal you choose becomes a champion, then I will give you a chance to fight me fairly, but if I win..."

"You win, I'll leave right away!" Les said decisively.

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