Now that they are about to take down the Kingdom of Light, if they fail at this time, all their previous efforts will be burned!

Such a loss is too great.

You should know that the Kingdom of Light is the richest plane in this galaxy. Almost all demons and gods are eager to take it into their pockets.

If they fail at this moment, they will probably have no chance to occupy the Kingdom of God for the rest of their lives.

"Just, your majesty, you must win! I'll be here to wait for the good news!"

Not far away, St. Brandon, a traitor from the Kingdom of God who had been hiding beside him, quickly showed up to flatter him.

In order to seize the divine character of God the Father of Light and enjoy the endless glory of the kingdom of God, he did not hesitate to betray God the Father of Light and the entire kingdom of God.

It can be said that all his wealth and life were betting on this battle.

However, the four demons he defected to have encountered obstacles everywhere and even reached a deadlock with several young people. Such a situation really made him anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

It would be fine if the four demons won in the next duel. If they lost or tied, these four demons would probably have to retreat.

At that time, wouldn’t he, a small traitor, be over in his life? He had no second way of living except to follow the demons with a stern face and escape to the demon realm.

But even if he completely defected to the demon, wouldn’t he still become one of the thousands of cannon fodders? Who would look at the pure blood demons who looked at people with their nostrils?

When he thought of such a tragic ending, his traitor became more and more anxious.

"Hmph!" As St. Brandon expected, the Black Fallen Apostle ignored his intentions at all, just glanced, snorted coldly, and turned his eyes casually.

The Black Fallen Apostle looked at his companion again and said slowly: "Brother Kaos is right. We must not lose the next two duels, otherwise we and our beloved wife will not be able to swallow this!"

"Although they win and lose at the moment, the opponent's combat power is obviously greater than that of us. Humph, as long as they win the next two games, even if they want to repent, they will not be able to resist!"

Perhaps because he was deeply hit, the rough Black Flying Apostle also learned to think, and his eyes were full of resentment and malice.

"Hehe, Brother Gant is right. We must win the next two games."

Ackerman, the apostle of the Star-Swallowing Star, turned his eyes and looked at the Lord of the Abyss, and spoke sinisterly, "I and Kaos will not lose again in the next two games."

The Lord of the Abyss also responded to Ackerman with a cold and smug look.

The losses suffered in the previous two games were mostly careless and unlucky. Next, he and Ackerman were both very experienced demons. As long as they concentrate and do their best, those weak humans will undoubtedly lose!
Chapter completed!