I'll help the Demon King settle the world

Faced with such crazy behavior, Yuan Zhen wanted to run away.

After all, for her, dealing with these villagers was nothing more than a matter of a few moves.

But if you think about the consequences of impulsiveness, you may hurt innocent people, and you will be stigmatized in the future, which is not worth it.

So I had to use the next trick!

I saw Yuan Zhen burst into tears, squeezed out a tear, and said with emotion:

"Uncles, uncles, sisters, and aunts, please forgive me for my young age and ignorance. From now on, I will learn from you, and I believe you will give me a chance to be a new person, right?" "

Yuan Zhen happily admitted that he had become a "spy" when he was young, but he shamelessly asked for leniency.

For a while, these villagers were stumped as to how to treat this "spy" leniently.

The villagers looked at each other and whispered to each other about solutions.

……

Yuan Zhen, who was tied to the ground, listened to their secret conversation with satisfaction.

She was quite satisfied with the initial results.

At this moment, the dark-looking female village chief came out and made a gesture to the villagers who were whispering to each other. The other villagers also made the same gesture.

After everyone agreed, the female village chief squatted in front of Yuan Zhen. After taking a closer look at her, she stood up and signaled to the surrounding villagers to temporarily take her into custody.

Yuan Zhen, who was tied up and unable to move, was picked up by a few rough villagers.

"Everyone, where are you going to take me?"

Seeing them lifting her up like a pig, Yuan Zhen couldn't help but ask.

The villagers did not respond to her, but carried her forward.

Yuan Zhen followed them to a village in Fuze.

The place was full of people, and everyone, men, women, old and young, started shouting and talking when they saw a strange woman they brought back.

……

"Bang——" With a sound, Yuan Zhen was thrown into a dark cabin.

"Ouch, can you guys be gentler..." Yuan Zhen couldn't help but complain. But the sound of the door locking outside also let her know clearly that she had been locked up.

His body and hands were still bound, and only his legs and feet could move.

So, Yuan Zhen turned around in a circle, looked around the environment, and found that it was a sealed woodshed.

Looking up through the broken roof of the house, a bright moon hung on the branches, and I felt extremely desolate, having ended up in this situation.

But think about it, maybe this is God's punishment for her. Think about it, how could she forgive the big devil who killed millions of troops so easily?

Although now this big devil has implemented reform policies in the gathering place and changed the harsh living environment here, he is admired by thousands of people.

But it is an indisputable fact that he has killed so many people -

Yuan Zhen was caught in a conflict again. With messy thoughts, after struggling all night, she was finally able to calm down.

Sleep on the ground and take a nap.

When she ate corn just now, she was mostly full. Now it was time to rest.

Whatever happened, I’ll think about it tomorrow.

For her, sleep is the most important thing.

With this thought in mind, Yuan Zhen yawned and fell asleep deeply in the messy woodshed.

Two months after the demons invaded the human world on a large scale, the artillery regiment led by the right general Ikefei, supported by the force of heavy artillery, pressed into the central city of Frona at lightning speed.

The dilapidated Central City burned in the fire. The once prosperous and wealthy Central City was now devastated, with corpses strewn everywhere.

As the leader of Frona, Pres led the national army to fight against the foreign enemies when the demonic army invaded.

Today, he has completely lost his playful nature in the past, with a serious face, fighting bloody battles on the front line, and having a final showdown with the demonic army.

Presshun's body was covered with large and small scars, and his gray clothes were stained with blood. He stood dejectedly in the middle of the pile of corpses, holding his chest and breathing heavily.

He had just killed hundreds of demon generals, and his body had reached its limit, so he could only take a short rest.

Before he could catch his breath, another wave of attacks attacked him unprepared.

I saw three powerful demon nobles, wielding different weapon moves from three sides, attacking Price at the same time.

Pres, sensing the danger, immediately activated his supreme palm energy to attack the three demons besieging him.

In the battle between the two parties, where palms were flying and the earth was shattering, the shock wave generated by both sides forcefully knocked all the opponents away.

At the same time, because his body was already seriously injured, coupled with continuous luck, after this blow, Price's ribs were broken, adding to the injury.

He was overwhelmed and spitting blood, almost unable to hold on.

He knelt on the ground on one knee, using his remaining will to support his body that was about to fall.

Pushkin fought bravely to kill the enemies around him and had no time to take care of himself. At a glance, he saw that Price was injured by the shock wave just now, and he shouted in panic.

"grown ups--"

When Pushkin was distracted, the demon soldier's sharp blade had pierced his chest.

Pushkin's body was instantly stabbed into a honeycomb.

At the last moment, Pushkin's eyes never left his most respected Pres until his death.

"Sir, take care..."

Pushkin took a deep look at Pres and breathed his last.

"Pushkin——"

Press yelled, and on the battlefield on the other side of him, Frona soldiers fell one after another.

Watching his subordinates fall down injured one by one, Price could not control his grief and anger.

Faced with the demons pressing forward step by step, Price, who had a pale face, managed to hold up his already dying body, endured the pain, and concentrated on staring at the steady stream of demons' army in front of him.

The demonic army surged into Central City and surrounded him.

At this time, a proud figure emerged from the demon army.

"As long as you surrender to our demon world, I will let you go!"

With the ghost's deep voice, a powerful and domineering demon man wearing armor as cold as a night torch appeared in front of him.

Press, who stood tall and kneeling, faced the sound and stared at the incoming man unwilling to be outdone, shouting with all his strength.

"Wishful thinking, I, Pres, would rather die in battle than become a slave to the subjugation of my country!"

A clear whistle showed his unyielding stance.

The demon man snorted coldly.

"Stubborn!"

He raised his palm and struck Pres!