Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Chapter 246 Chen Ying'er is captured

Upon seeing this, Qiu Yonghao and other senior executives were so shocked that they could not close their mouths. Their eyes were fixed on the Demon God's Crown, with shock on their faces, which then turned into ecstasy.

The death of the Insightful Demon God was like the dispersal of a haze, and the morale of the demons collapsed.

Although the angel demon god Baimeng was furious and wanted to tear Anlan apart with his bare hands, he had no choice but to withdraw his troops. Millions of demons retreated like a tide, and there were countless corpses under the city, mostly demons. Seeing this, the human defenders cheered and their fatigue disappeared.

Qiu Yonghao raised his head and shouted to the sky: "The Insightful Demon God Crossell died in battle!"

The sound shook the whole area and spread throughout the fortress. The city was boiling with waves of celebration. After two years of holy war, a great victory was finally achieved. Everyone was excited and their eyes were filled with tears.

Qiu Yonghao walked to An Lan, smiling: "An Lan, we meet again."

An Lan bowed and smiled, being humble and polite.

Qiu Yonghao laughed loudly: "We are all family, don't be so formal! I really didn't expect that you would be promoted to a title-level demon hunting group so quickly. I should have kept you in the palace and trained you to be a warrior. You would have become a great man!"

His words were full of regret and admiration.

An Lan smiled and responded, "Palace Master Qiu, thank you for your praise."

Qiu Yonghao waved his hand: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Follow me back to the palace and take a rest. I will host a banquet to congratulate you on your promotion and today's victory!"

After saying this, he enthusiastically embraced everyone and returned to the Warrior Temple.

Inside the temple, An Lan was treated with great courtesy. He was awarded millions of merits and honored for killing Crossell.

Crossell has been wreaking havoc in the southeast for a long time, and the threat is like a sword hanging over one's head. Every loss of a strong human consumes a huge amount of resources. Eliminating the threat now is like moving mountains and filling the sea, reducing the burden of the holy war.

After resting for a day and a night, An Lan led Wang Yuanyuan, Li Xin and Cai'er to Wanshou Pass. Their figures gradually went farther and farther away, but they left an immortal legend in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians in the fortress, inspiring everyone to hold the pass and resist the demons, hoping that the dawn of final victory would penetrate the smoke of gunpowder and spread across the Holy Demon Continent.

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In the Soul Temple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Pass, which was filled with tension and murderous atmosphere, An Lan seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue. His face was filled with panic and disbelief, and he cried out in surprise, "What did you say?"

The abduction of Chen Ying'er was like a huge rock hitting a calm lake, causing huge waves and making the situation tense in an instant.

Chen Hongyu, the usually calm and majestic leader who controls the Soul Temple, now looks haggard, full of regret and anger, and describes the carefully planned raid in a hoarse voice.

The awakening of Chen Ying'er's divine favored one was originally a grand event in the Soul Temple, but it became the fuse of the demon clan's conspiracy. On that day, the demon clan army was like a mad hungry wolf, madly attacking the city, pinning down the high-level forces of the Ten Thousand Beast Pass, making the defense line shaky and exhausted.

The devil took advantage of the situation, tore a hole in the heavy protective net, and abducted Chen Ying'er.

Although Chen Hongyu immediately reported to the alliance, hoping to send a demon hunting team to rescue, the passage of time was like a sharp knife hanging on Chen Ying'er's neck, and the danger was approaching step by step.

The demons are afraid of Chen Ying'er's identity as the Beast God's favorite, just like they are afraid of the "Sword of Destruction" hanging over their heads. She has infinite potential for growth, can command an army of monsters, turn the tide of battle, and intimidate far more powerful individuals, making her a great threat to the demons.

This kidnapping may be to strangle people in the cradle or to seek bargaining chips, but no matter what the purpose is, it puts humans in a passive dilemma.

An Lan was extremely anxious, and looked at Chen Hongyu with a burning gaze: "Palace Master Chen, how do we locate Ying'er?"

Chen Hongyu handed over an ancient token with trembling hands, and said earnestly: "Ying'er is wearing the Soul Cloth, which is the treasure of the temple. The token can track her location."

An Lan took it, turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Chen Hongyu, who begged: "Ying'er is related to the rise and fall of the Temple and the Alliance, please take her back!" His former pride and character turned into a grandfather's deep concern for his granddaughter.

An Lan's heart warmed up, and he nodded solemnly: "She is a member of the demon hunting group, I will protect her!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the demon territory as fast as lightning.

An Lan did not rush headfirst into the enemy camp, but instead circled around the edge of the demon camp. However, the light around him could not be concealed, and he was like a pearl in the dark night, attracting the attention of the demon patrol team.

The patrol team came with great momentum, led by an eighth-level strongman who was eyeing them covetously, and the rest were sixth-level elites, surrounding them in a fan shape with great momentum.

An Lan had a stern expression and turned a blind eye. When he was a hundred meters away, he swung the sword in his hand and a storm of sword blades arose, just like a raging tornado. Countless sword blades were like silver lightning, tearing through the air and covering the demons.

The sound of "crackling" continued to be heard, and the patrol team collapsed in an instant. The eighth-level strong men were killed, and the rest screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up due to their injuries.

An Lan didn't even look at the "results of the battle" as he ran towards the heartland of the demon clan.

With the help of the token, An Lan locked onto Chen Ying'er's location. She was being taken to the Central Province, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and was moving further and further away.

“It has to be quick!”

An Lan gritted his teeth and sped up like a meteor across the sky, passing through the demon tents and patrol teams. The token vibrated more and more violently. He could even vaguely sense Chen Ying'er's condition through life sharing, and he was worried.

As he approached the target, he quietly changed his clothes, put on the clothes of the Moon Demon Clan, concealed his figure, and shuttled through the enemy camp like a ghost.

After a long time, they finally tracked down the kidnapping team, led by the dragon-riding demon god Asmodeus, who was very famous and ranked 32nd among the 72 demon gods.

Although they seem not to be ranked at the top, their individual combat power is actually amazing, and they are the best among the "second half" of the demons. Their inner spiritual power exceeds 200,000, and their domain is open, like a small world. No one can get close to them, and they are tough and powerful enemies.

There is a large demon army surrounding them, and they are on high alert, making rescue as difficult as climbing a dangerous mountain.

Asmodeus is tall and burly, with demonic energy lingering around him, like a black war fortress. The territory he controls is looming, exuding a frightening pressure, like an invisible swamp. Anyone who steps in will be trapped in it, with their strength suppressed layer by layer.

In the army, the demon soldiers were lined up in neat rows, all with ferocious looks, demonic flames dancing in their eyes, their weapons flashing cold light in the sunlight. Patrols shuttled among them, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any unusual movement.

In the wilderness where the demon army was marching, the dragon-riding demon god Asmodeus looked particularly strange and ferocious.

The three heads are different. The bull head has wide-open eyes, revealing a fierce and aggressive intention;

The ram's head is steady and solemn, as if ready to resist the enemy at any time;

The human head has deep eyes, flashing with cunning wisdom.

A snake's tail sways in a winding manner, adding a bit of weirdness.

The hell dragon under his crotch was spewing black flames, and its roar made the air tremble slightly. The spear with a skull flag in his hand exuded an eerie chill.

Ten thousand Bull Demon heavy infantrymen surged in the wilderness like a torrent of steel. They were tall, with bulging bronze muscles like lumps of iron, broad and thick backs, sharp horns on their heads, and their impact force was amazing, able to easily penetrate a half-foot thick steel plate.

(End of this chapter)