Chapter 222: Calculating the Devil

"Why haven't they made a move yet?"

Through the gaps in the jungle, Tok the Ice Fist saw Gilleb and Lanwu facing each other from a distance. There was no real fight between them, and he seemed a little anxious. This situation was a little weird.

"Could it be that it would conspire with that God's Grace to deal with us together?" Ismail the Hand of Evil smiled sinisterly, with a look of indifference on his face.

Ismail was very confident. Demons and humans are basically mortal enemies who will never stop fighting. With an absolute advantage, neither humans nor demons can negotiate with each other. No matter how you look at it, the God's Grace has reached a desperate situation, so how could Gilleb the Finger of Flame miss this opportunity?

At this time, Gilleb and Lanwu moved. I saw a flash of fire on the ground, and the nine-headed sea snake broke out of the ground, and several heads spewed fire bombs like machine guns. In an instant, at least fifty fire bombs crisscrossed and woven a large net to cover Lanwu.

"Look, they've started." Ismail smiled sinisterly, looking confident.

"Hehe." Ice Fist Tok laughed and admired the battle over there with satisfaction.

When the fire bombs came, Lan Wu was not in a hurry. He teleported out of the big net woven by the fire bomb net. As soon as he showed up, a fireball burst out from the top of the giant war staff with a bang.

Gilleb obviously didn't take it seriously for just a fireball. It didn't even move its feet, but just turned sideways to dodge the incoming fireball. For a while, the two sides fought back and forth, fighting evenly. Fire bombs and fireballs flew across the battlefield, but many undead skinners were accidentally injured.

"Stupid guy, why don't you let those undead skinners entangle him." Ismail smiled contemptuously, very contemptuous.

If it were me, relying on the number of undead skinners, I would not leave a place for the God of Grace to stay. But what does it matter? The longer it takes, the more the God-Blessed One and Gilleb will be exhausted. It will be easier and more pleasant to go out and pick peaches.

Ishmael secretly glanced at the enthusiastic Ice Fist Tok, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Stupid guy, after getting rid of Gilleb, it's your turn next. There are only four demon kings. One more competitor means less confidence. You'd better all die. Only the great evil hand Ishmael is worthy of the throne of the demon king.

Ishmael's calculations are very detailed. Ice Fist Tok is simple-minded and has only brute force. It's just right to win him over to fight against the finger of fire Gilleb. Once Gilleb, the biggest worry in my heart, is eliminated, it will be easy to take the opportunity to plot against this stupid bull.

More than half an hour passed unknowingly. The battlefield became a mess. The fire bombs spewed by the nine-headed sea snake summoned by Gilleb are quite powerful. A fire bomb went down, and a large pit with a diameter of more than one meter appeared on the ground. The fireballs fired by Lan Wu were also powerful.

The damage of the level 35 fireball, the level 35 fire bomb and the meteorite added to it has reached a very high level. A fireball went down, and a deep pit with a diameter of more than three meters appeared on the ground, comparable to a large-caliber grenade.

The battlefield became bumpy, but it did not cause any trouble to either side. Gilleb was experienced and could dodge the incoming fireballs in just a few steps. Lan Wu, with his level 35 teleportation, seemed to be more at ease, and he never even took a step, flickering on the battlefield like a ghost. He even threw a meteorite when he had time and harvested a lot of magic energy.

"Ismael, I think something seems to be wrong." Ice Fist Tok scratched his head, looking confused. After watching the battle for so long, it admitted that the God of Grace was indeed as slippery as a loach. But Gilleb's performance seems to be very substandard. Just like the time just now.

The timing of the Nine-Headed Sea Serpent's appearance was quite good, just a few meters behind Lan Wu. But if he could be patient temporarily and let the Undead Skinner force him to teleport, then it would be much more appropriate to summon him at that time. Could it be that the Finger of Flame still cannot grasp the law of the mage's teleportation?

There are many similar situations. Although Ice Fist Tok likes to solve problems with brute force, he is an old ghost for thousands of years after all, and his experience is not inferior to Ismail and Gilleb. Gilleb's performance immediately made it suspicious.

"Don't worry, this is normal." Ismail was not surprised, and smiled calmly: "Gilleb is afraid. It may have seen our calculations and has to be vigilant. But it has no other choice. If the operation to capture the God of Grace fails this time, will Lord Diablo let it go?"

"Yes, all this is caused by it." Ice Fist Tok laughed, with a proud face. Fortunately, Gilleb was greedy for merit, which gave this excellent opportunity. If we still cooperate like before, if the operation fails, I will inevitably be implicated. But now... it feels good to have a scapegoat.

Before I knew it, it was already dark. After nightfall, the two sides were still fighting fiercely, and it was obvious that they had really started fighting. Countless fire bombs and fireballs ravaged the battlefield, illuminating the area within a few hundred meters as if it were daytime.

Fortunately, both sides were fire-type. If they were other types, I'm afraid Lan Wu would have suffered a loss for nothing. Humans are naturally worse at night battles than demons. The night belongs entirely to demons.

"Let's start our plan." Gilleb couldn't hold back. This fight lasted a whole day. In nearly ten hours, at least 100,000 undead skinners died at Lan Wu's hands. This is his future team.

"Wait a little longer. Otherwise, those two bastards will find out that we are acting... I don't care, but you..." Lan Wu continued to lobby without giving up. The seventh amulet has been fully charged. The eighth amulet is also about to be fully charged. Although the short ten hours are not as good as the time when he met the full-body Druid, it is enough to satisfy him. He can't wait to continue acting until all fifteen amulets are full of magic energy.

"They are not that smart." Gilleb was a little angry and even said something without thinking: "After ten hours of fake fighting, they can't tell that we are acting for them. As long as you and I are both hurt, they will definitely take the bait."

"No, you underestimated those two bastards." Lan Wu said solemnly: "Only with sufficient foreplay will it be easier for people to fall into the trap. Wait for another three... no, four hours. At that time, they will never think that we are deliberately pretending to fight in order to calculate them. They will only think that I, a human, have run out of energy, so I am determined to die and lose both with you. Think about it, if it were you, would you jump out rashly to pick peaches now?"

Lan Wu persuaded and deceived. Perhaps because it was related to himself, Gilleb was skeptical and hesitated. Thinking carefully, what Lan Wu said made sense. Until now, they are still evenly matched. If they suddenly become both hurt, I will really hesitate and wonder if the other party is calculating me.

"Okay, I promise you. But I'll perform for two more hours at most." Gilleb gritted his teeth and agreed. It's just two hours, I can wait.

Two hours passed quickly. Lan Wu quickly winked at Gilleb, raised the giant war staff and teleported to a few meters in front of Gilleb, sending out a meteorite.

At the same time, a flash of fire appeared on the ground in front of him, and a nine-headed sea snake suddenly broke out of the ground.