Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 721 The Demon Team, Four Gods Rush In!

[The Demon Team has begun its descent.]

An illusory land, magnificent colors.

And the ever-changing, invisible dark clouds and mist.

Zheng Zha, wielding a black greatsword, asked, "Where did you send it to?"

“This is subspace,” Chu Xuan said.

"Subspace?" Zheng Zha sneered.

"Everyone, be on alert!!"

One by one, the team members woke up and frowned upon seeing the scene.

That doesn't make sense. Even if the main god dislikes the demon team, he wouldn't just throw them into the warp.

Niels couldn't help but cover his forehead and eyes.

He only glanced at it, and his third eye almost went blind.

Chaotic thoughts kept assaulting his brain, and ten thousand voices echoed in his mind.

"How did we get transported to the subspace?" Neos's face turned pale.

Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses: "Nothing is impossible."

"This should be our first meeting with the usurper monarch."

"A cunning and treacherous man."

A taboo name was uttered by Chu Xuan.

If any psionicist were to utter this name in the real universe, death would be the lightest punishment for him.

Moreover, this is in subspace.

A cunning voice, like the chirping of birds, rang out, and countless feathers fell from the air, transforming into a strange figure dressed in a blue robe with eyes that radiated cunning light.

He was both woman and man, both old and child, with a thousand faces constantly changing on his face, and no one could see what his real face was.

Except for Chu Xuan.

He saw the face behind the thousand faces, a face that was like emptiness.

"Jianqi, so you're a shameless person after all."

Zheng Zha saw through it all and laughed while holding the greatsword.

“You are not him.” Jianqi gave Chu Xuan a deep look, but then screamed happily.

"It's him again!"

"This is so strange, how could there be two identical souls?"

"copy?"

"No, this is definitely not a copy!"

"The essence of your souls is actually the same."

"It's incredible!"

"It seems like some kind of complete existence has split in two..."

Tzeentch grew increasingly curious, for this seemed like an impossible feat to him.

Like the originals that were copied, they only have the same genes, but they can never have the same essence.

But the Chu Xuan before him possessed the same essence as his original self.

He wanted to look closer, but then remembered the last time he had been tricked, so he forcibly suppressed his curiosity.

Jianqi shifted his gaze to the man next to Chu Xuan.

Zheng Zha.

Khorne's favorite.

Even He felt a stinging sensation from the black fire burning in His soul.

He's completely different from the other Zheng Zha; it's like two sides of the same coin.

Is this a copy of the Supreme God?

"What are you still looking at! Why don't you take them down?"

A crimson axe crashed down from the sky, smashing the void beneath their feet with a deafening bang, sending magma gushing forth.

A massive red kobold leaped out of the lava and sat upon the bronze throne that burned with blood and fire.

“Zheng Zha!!!” He roared with ecstatic joy.

Zheng Zha glared at him coldly: "Who are you!"

Are we that close?

Although it was far smaller than Khorne, Zheng Zha showed no fear. Black flames rose around him, and for a moment, they were evenly matched with the enormous, blazing fire.

"It wasn't you!!"

"But you're the same!"

"I love your soul." Khorne's ecstasy.

Join me!

"Wash away your shame with your blood!"

"Build your throne from bones!"

"Let your bravery be proclaimed with swords and spears!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The thunderous roar was like the blood-curdling roar of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield.

These successive waves of blood howls, accompanied by ethereal tides, crashed down from the sky like a collapsing heaven.

Compared to reality, evil gods also need to be manipulated, influenced, and controlled.

The subspace is their domain, so they are much more direct.

However, the clone Zheng Zha is also much more direct.

"What a joke!" Zheng Zha sneered, took a step forward with his huge longsword in hand, and his body was filled with the crazy and violent aura of Li Yan. He transformed into a primordial demon crawling out of an endless abyss.

"You want me to submit to you? Who do you think you are?" Zheng Zha roared angrily.

“Foolish kobold.” Tzeentch took a step back.

They paid a huge price to intercept the demon army, naturally hoping to be like the offspring of those cursed beings.

Motivate them with benefits and explain their feelings.

If all else fails, then commit a heinous crime.

Although these humans are stronger than they imagined, with Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan almost second only to them, the two are like emperors from ten thousand years ago. In the real world, even if Tzeentch used every means, he would not be their match.

But this is the subspace, the domain of chaos.

Even the cursed can only contend with one of them in a direct confrontation.

Khorne's maniacal laughter shook the warp ether; there was no malice in his laughter, only the purest fervor for battle.

"That's the attitude! That's the warrior!"

"Only those who dare to raise their swords against me are worthy to become my great demon!"

"However, this is not fair!"

"This is Chaos, and I have already gained the advantage of this terrain!"

With His roar, a tall warrior with a butcher's nail imprinted on his forehead, a red body, and brass armor emerged from the lava.

"I will use the offspring of the cursed as my vessel to fight you!"

The clouds of the High Heavens continued to gather, and the authority and fighting spirit belonging to Khorne were poured into the body of Angron, the former Primarch of the Twelfth Legion and the current Prince of Khorne.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

"Skull Offering, Skull Seat!"

Before he finished speaking, Angron suddenly raised the giant axe that was stained with millions of years of blood.

The blood-red patterns on the axe blade lit up instantly, and with the power to tear through the chaos, it cleaved forward!
boom--!
The subspace ocean instantly boiled over, and billions of turbulent energy currents were forcibly cleaved apart, turning into crimson waves that surged to both sides. Even the void was cleaved open by this axe, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

Zheng Zha, who had transformed into a primordial demon, showed no fear on his face, only an equally intense fighting spirit.

He thrust his sword forward, and black flames burst forth from the blade. The Fiery Flame could devour all energy and emotions, and the subspace was a sea of souls, where the Fiery Flame was like a fish in water.

Firewood is everywhere!

The fiery flames surged upwards, colliding with the crimson power of the giant axe!
Clang——!
The deafening clang of metal pierced the barrier of the warp, and black flames and crimson axe light exploded instantly. The energy shockwave spread out from the two of them, shattering the surrounding ethereal turbulence into fragments.

At this moment, it was as if the chaos at the beginning of time had been stirred up again, and the laws of the subspace were disrupted by this attack.

There was no probing, no retreat, only the most direct and violent collision.

“What a fool,” Tzeentch sneered.

Now, two more lofty figures have joined the Demons' ranks.

A flamboyant martial artist, a rotten doctor.

The four evil gods abandoned their eternal war and joined forces to fight against the Reincarnators.

"Well, wise man, instead of resisting to the end, why not join the High Heaven?"

The strategist patiently and persuasively spoke words that, like a venomous incantation, resonated almost simultaneously in the hearts of all the demons in their cycle of reincarnation.

Chu Xuan said coldly, "It seems that the Zhongzhou team caused you a lot of damage last time."

"Your reaction is more alarmed than I expected."

"But you've chosen the wrong target."

The familiar mockery and jeer of the villain abruptly ceased.

"If we are still in the present situation, then we have no way to interfere with you."

"But now, this is chaos." "Cooperate, wise one." Tzeentch shook his body, and countless wings transformed into scrolls of precious knowledge, which he displayed before the demon team.

"Chaos has always been generous."

"Cooperation?" Chu Xuan smiled slightly, and a scale appeared above his head.

The green of decay, the purple of joy, the blue of change, and the red of blood and courage—four chains hidden in the shadows were illuminated.

The members of the Demon Squad discovered that these chains were anchored to the soul of each of them.

The Purple of Joy has locked onto Zhao Zhuikong and Ming Yanwei.

Blood Red has locked onto François, Logandao, and Arrote.

The rotting green locked onto Zhu Wen,

Tom, Neos, and Haotian's expressions changed drastically. Without them noticing, the blue transformation entered their foreheads and locked onto their souls.

The Demons team has actually been split up.

"Is this how you negotiate a collaboration with Chaos?" Chu Xuan asked calmly.

The blue hue on his forehead was firmly blocked by the scales, and even with countless variations of the chains, it could not advance an inch.

"So what?" Tzeentch sneered.

"If you want to cooperate, then follow my rules!" Chu Xuan said with a light tap.

The scales suddenly tipped, and all the pull vanished in an instant.

“Interesting, very interesting.” Tzeentch clapped his hands.

"You always surprise me, and I can never see the whole picture of you."

"However, this is the Sea of Chaos."

"Our power is inexhaustible."

"How long can you hold them off?"

"It's just a little more troublesome than expected," Chu Xuan said with a cold laugh.

But Jianqi chuckled maliciously.

"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've seen a trader who can stand on equal footing with us."

"The previous trader..."

"It's the cursed one..."

In the dazzling sky of the subspace, the black, malevolent flames were pushed to their limit.

It seems that the flames of the clone Zheng Zha are about to go out, and he is about to be defeated.

Chu Xuan wasn't worried, and neither were his teammates.

In their eyes, the captain is invincible. If he's not invincible, then adding Chu Xuan to the team makes them invincible as well.

As long as Chu Xuan doesn't give the order, they can maintain their strategic focus.

Moreover, they already knew how disgusting chaos was before they descended upon it.

For reincarnators who haven't overcome the fourth-order inner demon, even a little bit of it could make them a laughing stock, just like Zhao Zhuikong himself.

Chu Xuan said leisurely, "Jianqi, how about we make a bet?"

"Let's take a gamble and see who wins this battle."

Tzeentch's eyes lit up.

How many years!

No one dared to challenge Him to a bet.

Although his repeated failures with Chu Xuan told him he couldn't agree, the curious and ever-changing nature of the cunning creature urged him to agree as soon as possible.

I was careless the last two times.

This time, playing on home soil, he never imagined how he would lose!
"I agree to Chu Xuan's request!" He screamed, his excited tone making Slaanesh and Nurgle uneasy.

These are often the times when the blue birdman crashes and burns.

"You set the rules, I'll set the stakes!"

“If Zheng Zha loses, we will take one thing from you.”

"if--"

Nine hundred and ninety-nine schemes and word games instantly flashed through Tzeentch's mind. He could play with these reincarnators to his heart's content, but Chu Xuan interrupted him with a cold laugh.

"There's no need to beat around the bush."

"If Zheng Zha loses, all our souls will belong to you."

"If Angron loses, you will have to abide by our terms of cooperation."

Jianqi became even more curious. Had Chu Xuan anticipated that he would play word games?

“Then, let’s draw up a contract.” Tzeentch waved his hand.

Countless feathers are woven into a roll of parchment, with countless intricate rules appearing and disappearing again.

Tzeentch did countless things to it.

The first layer is rules, the second layer is cryptographic algorithms, and the third layer is a distortion of meaning...

He was expecting Chu Xuan to use his terrifying wisdom and calculation ability to crack the code one by one, but it didn't matter, He could modify the underlying logic at will.

As long as Chu Xuan signs, He will be in an invincible position.

To his surprise, Chu Xuan didn't even bother to look at it and casually signed his name on it.

Could it be that he has some unimaginable means?

Suddenly, Jianqi hesitated.

However, the contract has already taken effect.

The chains of Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle were simultaneously injected into Angron's body.

He let out an inhuman roar.

A pair of thin, moth-like wings sprouted from his back, his legs transformed into a seductive snake tail, and blue chaotic characters were imprinted on his body, greatly increasing his spiritual power.

In an instant, Angron became the chosen one of the four gods, meaning that the four gods had invested a portion of their essence into this body and entrusted Khorne to fight on their behalf.

"Holy crap! You cheated!" Logandao roared.

"Hahaha, it's part of the rules!" Tzeentch laughed with satisfaction.

He knew that Chu Xuan must have guessed that He would use such methods, so how would Chu Xuan break through?

Tzeentch was looking forward to it.

But Chu Xuan remained unmoved.

He actually sat leisurely in the chair and started drinking green tea.

Tzeentch's smile vanished once again.

What is he thinking?
Anglong launched a frenzied attack on Zheng Zha.

But Zheng Zha's flaming greatsword continued to press down on Angron's body, burning him with pain.

It was Butcher's Nail that drove Angron mad and turned him into a berserker.

Having fallen into the hands of Khorne, this evil god treated Angron, whom he did not love, merely as a tool.

Tools that do not require thought.

Because of his betrayal of the emperor and his offspring, Angron's will has been gradually weakening, and now he is completely suppressed by the four gods. His master personally controls his body to fight against Zheng Zha.

Originally, Angron would never wake up.

But Zheng Zha's cold flames kept reminding him of his past pain.

He wailed and raged.

He recalled the agony of being enslaved in the world of blood sand.

He recalled the despair of his rebellion with the gladiators, which was then destroyed by the Emperor.

He recalled his precarious existence, how he had simply gone from being a pawn of one god to becoming a pawn of another.

He has every right to be angry.

He deserves to suffer.

No one can take away his will.

Angron's faint will, fueled by the burning flames, grew stronger than ever before.

But his anger was just a fuel for his fire.

He was resisting, even Khorne was resisting.