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"Sure enough, it was rejected!"

Fortunately, Seiichiro Hira and Senzaemon Nakiri left Ye Zhonghuo hand in hand, but they still couldn't help but look back, and then they spoke helplessly.

The two returned to the vehicle and began to communicate in low voices.

In fact, they knew from the beginning that there was little hope, but other forces kept asking them to come. Now that they heard Zhao Fuyu's exaggerated request, they knew that this super genius was completely annoyed.

Thirty heavenly kings plus five hundred god-level lineups are enough to overwhelm the entire Western American continent.

If such a force can really be dispatched, what do they care about in the Rocky Mountains?

Of course, they also understand Zhao Fuyu's current thinking. He has proposed several times before that he must quickly concentrate his forces, at least first mobilize the strong from all sides to get a force, so that he can act flexibly on the Western American continent.

After all, the strength in the safe zone is enough to stick to it.

With a little more strength, we can act on the mainland of Western America, which is an early riser. Maybe we can establish more safe areas and save more people in Western America.

However, such proposals were either prevaricated or ignored.

All parties have their own calculations, and they are not willing to retain more power in Ximei, which makes Zhao Fuyu extremely dissatisfied.

Later, they simply did not participate in the meeting, and the subsequent situation changed, and all parties wanted Zhao Fuyu to help out. The appearance of the Demon Holy Bronze Artifact also made many people aware that the situation in Ximei had changed dramatically.

But now Zhao Fuyu, who has the most confidence and ability to deal with things, quits.

It can only be said that all parties underestimated Zhao Fuyu's character and arrogance.

Since everyone doesn't care, why should Zhao Fuyu care?

On the contrary, with his strength and special circumstances, no matter how good the food society is, he would not dare to provoke him at will.

Then who is the one who suffers in the end, the answer is very obvious.

It's the funniest thing to think about taking advantage of others all day long, but now you have to suffer a lot for yourself.

Anyway, this time, when Nakiri Senzaemon goes back, he will first collect a group of people, get their share, and hand it over to Zhao Fuyu.

As for other things, there is no part for him.

So when he heard Xingping Seiichiro's words, the Demon Eater only moved his eyelids slightly. To put it bluntly, he was sure that his interests were still deeply bound to Zhao Fuyu.

"This has nothing to do with the old man, let those IGO people have a headache."

"Without Butcher Zhang, can they still eat hairy pigs?"

"The old man also advises you, don't meddle too much, you are the king of Dongying, and their affairs have nothing to do with you."

The solemn admonition was also Nakiri Senzaemon's last utterance on this matter, after that he also fell silent like Zhao Fuyu, obviously he didn't bother to pay attention to these annoying things anymore.

No one can ask a gourmet king to do something.

Once they choose to ignore the opinions and turmoil of the outside world, there is no other way than IGOs ​​to make them act.

After considering the changes in the actual situation, even if all parties have ulterior motives, they have to send some forces to gather together, based on the safe zone of West America, and head towards the depths of the Rocky Mountains.

At least they also need to know what happened there.

And confirm the final whereabouts of the Demon Holy Bronze Vessel!

The Rocky Mountains, as a huge mountain range across the Western American continent, even spread to the borders of other countries, as if this chaos had already begun to spread in other countries.

Those substances play a role, if there is not enough to supplement, then cannibalism is just a matter of time.

And on a narrow road in the Rocky Mountains, a group of people wearing simple fur clothes are struggling to climb.

The headed mixed-race woman has the skin color of an Indian and has deep facial features. She wears a hat made of feathers, showing her identity as a priest.

In fact, this is a graduate of the original Western American Ivy League University, but when the disaster struck, she also became the most devout and steadfast inheritor and promoter of Indian culture.

When the coat of the so-called modern civilization was torn, it turned out that the power of tradition was really astonishing. This is why she has become a sacrificial priest now. I saw a group of Indians carrying sacrifices through mountains and rivers and frozen land. river.

Stopped in this valley where everything seemed to be covered with a clear filter.

'Woo~'

The flute whistled into the mountains, the drums sounded, and the orderly call signs echoed, like a dance of dedication to the ancestors, and on the sacrificial site, a few creatures that had only human shapes remained twisted their bodies as if to out of bondage.

The beating cells formed special spores outside their bodies, and when the sharp blade cut through these objects, one could see gourmet cells that had become crystals inside.

When these things are sacrificed to the ancestor gods as sacrifices, the Indians can be rewarded with unexpected huge power.

As more and more people came from the outside world, there were more and more cases where captured enemies were sacrificed as sacrifices.

The originally peaceful center of the valley has now become a hill of bones.

The desolate sound of the flute gradually weakened, the sound of the drum beating, and the sound of the call sign, gradually until only the sound of the wind and the tragic cry of the priests remained.

In the end, a wave emerged from the mountains, and the sacrificial offering lost all traces of life in an instant. A breath of life from the root emerged, as if the warm power that nourished the earth merged into the bodies of everyone present.

Soon when the warm power disappeared, and the auras of those who performed the sacrifice became stronger for a few minutes, it also represented the end of the sacrifice.

It seems normal to not have too much nostalgia. After tidying up the sacrificial place, a group of Indian aborigines disappeared into the valley.

But not long after, another group of people disturbed the place, and a powerful aura permeated the valley. The murderous aura seemed to be able to chop the mountain into pieces.

But they didn't stay here for long, and these people quickly entered the depths of the Rocky Mountains, where there seemed to be some strange existence waiting for their arrival.

And not long after these people left, another group of people quietly came here, didn't touch anything, just left very quickly after distinguishing the traces.

Obviously this group of people is following the previous group of existence.

After all these people had left, until it was close to sunset, when the slightly bright red sunset shone on the valley, and the clear scene seemed a little weirder because of the white bones in the valley, a figure finally appeared here.

Surrounded by a divine dragon that seemed to be constantly emitting blue light, but he only lingered here for a few breaths before leaving.

There was only a faint voice of curiosity that seemed to be full of doubts.

"The spirit of the ancestors?"