Chapter 671 Diyou’s Unparalleled Journey. (Please vote for me!)
"Killed through?"
"Killed through again?"
Seeing the messenger god fighting with two streams and a puddle of yellow soup constantly flowing under his feet, Amlek Wenxida couldn't help but reach out and pull the two tentacles on his forehead.
The arrogant and evil expression became embarrassing as the Messenger God reported again and again. The originally good purple devil was turned into a purple garlic.
Wen Xida felt a headache, but beside him, those main gods from various civilizations who were not very good at frontal combat and were assigned to the rear to manage the arrangements felt even more ridiculous.
Only fourteen days have passed since the end of the seven-day truce period.
The forefront of the Gods' Front has exploded into 22 small battlefields, 7 medium blocking lines have been torn apart, and 2 large battlefields are crumbling. They may not be able to hold up at any time, leading to the collapse of the entire front line.
Of course, the confrontation between gods and humans is not a one-sided situation.
While the camp of gods suffered huge losses, the front line of the camp of humans and gods was also torn apart several times, with the number of dead and wounded immortals approaching three digits!
You know, based on the difference in understanding of cultivation between Wilderness Kyushu and Outland, before the greatness is established, for units of the same level on the data reports of both sides, the former can inflict an exaggerated battle loss of one to ten against the latter!
Especially among the former, the number of humans is relatively high.
As for the human race, they have been suffering from the malice of the outside world since the day they were born. The seemingly passionate fight with the sky and the endless joy of fighting with the earth is just a kind of self-comfort and stimulating will in a humiliating environment. Strategy.
To put it bluntly, it means looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst.
In this way, the human race whose living environment is too harsh has long been accustomed to taking one step at a time, and the gods and gods who are close to people have naturally inherited the habit of not fighting unprepared battles.
Basically, everyone is prepared with several methods of "escape", "fake death to escape", and even "resurrection from the dead".
In addition, behind the human-god camp is the endless fog. With a strong information gap, as long as they are good at using conditions, they can easily increase the already exaggerated battle loss ratio to an even more jaw-dropping level.
But even though everything was ready, within half a month, nearly a hundred immortals and gods still left permanently.
The price is not tragic!
But when the strategists behind the human gods were in great pain looking at the battle damage, the current camp of the gods was even more paralyzed.
Compared to the humans and gods who start moaning and groaning in agony when they die less than a hundred times, their number of deaths is more than ten times higher than this.
From the middle-level powers in charge of transportation and logistics, to the greats from all over the world and even the wild nine states, the list of deaths is about to exceed 10,000!
Even though we didn’t belong to the same civilization before this and didn’t have much communication, in front of this cold data, we still couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness.
What frightened Wen Xida and the others even more was that at least half of the exaggerated battle damage was caused by Eyou himself!
This cholera stirrup, this tomorrow's disaster that is still in the future in the eyes of the gods, showed its fangs in this unprecedented and magnificent war.
What kind of disaster is this? He is clearly a battlefield butcher, the confirmed number one war criminal!
Even though the gods at the rear do not pay direct attention to the situation on the front line, lest the fierce meat grinder scene affect their judgment, some inferences that make the gods tremble can be seen from the various data collected from the front line.
Especially now, the person kneeling below is a powerful god.
The opponent, who was only used as a communication aid, a god who had spent hundreds of thousands of years, shed stinking tears like a mortal coward. He walked all the way back and shed tears all the way back until he was still in the staff room of the base camp. Absolutely, the drips and drips gathered into such a puddle.
Wen Xida waved her hands and watched as the two women's weak divine power helped the poor victim down.
I hope that the intertwining of power brought by love and passion can help this poor child regain his strength. After all, communication between the base camp and the front line still requires these messengers to pass on.
Yes, even now, they in the base camp have no intention of taking a look at the front line.
Even if the eyes of the gods can span thousands of mountains and rivers, they can clearly see everything in this world except the areas covered by heavy fog.
But that would be too cruel for them.
Witnessing the scene of noble gods being slaughtered like pigs and sheep at will, not to mention the kind and lawful gods, even the evil gods cannot accept this cruel scene.
Of course, apart from that, they who are in the base camp and do not have many combat skills do not need to have a direct conflict with the evil-headed humans and gods. They only need to stay at the end and wait for the carnival feast with peace of mind. , or when the voting time comes!
In this case, what's the use of watching these terrible scenes, just to add another nightmare to yourself and set another threshold on the road to greatness?
Well, the Outer Gods are like this.
Their true nature is to be fierce and cowardly, to be scheming without hesitation, to cherish their own lives when doing great things, to forget their lives when they see small gains, to be fearful of power but not to be immoral. They only suffer from those war gods who still stick to the front lines and suffer hardships.
War Sect·Throne of Blood and Bones·God of Crazy War and Valor·Calder looked at the white line connecting heaven and earth in the distance with a look of anxiety on his face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
For fourteen days, the allies on the front line were harvested one after another like rice in a farmer's field. In order to control the situation, it was also to supervise those wild Kyushu allies with evil intentions and distribute them to the commanders of each front. There are dozens of blank pages in the official alliance manual.
There were heavy casualties on the front line, and a steady stream of urging orders were issued from the rear, asking them to kill the bad guys by force.
Who doesn’t want to kill evil people?
Of those who can stand here today, even the gods who died in the past ten days or so, none of them came here to kill evil spirits and avoid future troubles forever.
The result?
They didn't suffer many injuries, but their side suffered heavy losses of troops and casualties.
Forward Front?
Where is the front line? The fog is rolling in, and the gods have no good countermeasures. Even those who have methods and abilities have already been dragged away by the evil masters of civilization. Fight.
It is not surprising that a deadly battle between gods lasts for hundreds or even thousands of years. If the arrangement is longer and the strategies are more decisive, the battle to annihilate a god can even be stretched out for an epoch!
Epochs are both long and short. Different civilizations and different iterations have very different lengths of epochs. But in general, an epoch is at least a change of years ranging from ten thousand to one hundred thousand years.
And a battle of that level, once triggered, would be a protracted war. If it really started to kill, it would not be surprising that the sky would collapse and the earth would collapse.
And when the masters of civilization cannot provide much help in this intra-world war, the inherently mysterious and evil fog is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, eroding the battle lines of the gods' camp all the time. .
As early as three days ago, the forward front had completely fallen, and all areas were shrouded in heavy fog.
Once the heavy fog falls into it, the five senses are blinded, the spiritual thoughts are compressed, and the visual range is compressed to a narrow area less than a kilometer away. In addition, the opponent's field of vision is completely uninterrupted, and the disadvantage of being elusive is that Calder Road After negotiating with several commanding gods, the remaining gods had to retreat to make room for the fog to continue extending.
They can't break through the fog, but they can choose the location of the battlefield, reduce the already high battle losses to an acceptable level, and start the fierce battle on the second front!
However, within three days, the protruding part of the second front was also invaded by heavy fog, and the free range of the gods had to be forced to shrink again.
Damn it!
Damn it!
If this continues, let alone surrounding and killing the villains, the slow erosion will be enough to annihilate them all here!
Even when Calderu took some time, he saw that on the temporary panel given to them by the game, the total number of votes about admitting defeat was even close to the 10% level.
One-tenth of the gods were shattered and chose to get out of the way that was blocked.
What's ridiculous is that the calculation rules of the game only count the surviving gods who have voted until now and voted against it, while the votes cast by the dead gods earlier will be cleared along with the death of the main body.
Otherwise, the current data should not be close to 10%, and he would not be surprised if it doubled. It is worth mentioning that based on Calder's understanding of his allies, except for the attitude of the ancient wild gods who were criticized by the trash in the base camp, which may be more resolute, the weaklings in the base camp are waiting for the progress bar. Pulled to a suitable enough level, they will definitely vote for their surrender without hesitation.
Over time, the number of votes in the light and dark has accumulated to nearly 30% (?).
It's shocking, but there's nothing you can do about it.
As the commander of the battle line, Calderu can only hope that the war outside the world can end quickly, and at least two or three of the masters of civilization can return to eradicate their new trouble with an absolutely overwhelming advantage!
As long as the villain dies and interrupts the progress of the dungeon, he will return to his homeland without even thinking about it, regardless of others.
There was no reward or broadening of horizons. He hurried home and pushed his little broken land towards the void to avoid the liquidation of the Wilderness and Kyushu afterwards!
Of course, the feasibility of this conjecture is not very high. The masters of civilization on Eyu's side are not made from dough. When there is a clear gap in the combat power of single units of the same level between the two sides, even if the gods have more numbers , but it’s good to be able to win steadily. I don’t dare to crush the bad guys in one go.
Relatively speaking, the more affordable and credible one is definitely led by two civilization masters, a god assassination team that exceeds the base of all gods!
These are the only four civilized masters left in the camp of the gods. Half of them were sent to the base camp of Eyou to cause massacres, while the other half stayed in the base camp of the gods to guard against Eyou's individual raids!
Others may have to think about it, but no one has ever underestimated his courage.
After all, this is a madman who dares to sneak into the civilized world alone and torment himself just after he has the ability to compete with powerful divine powers!
Even though most of the time, the greatness of Kyushu stands behind him to provide protection, but if it were Calderu, even though he symbolizes courage, he cannot do such crazy actions!
In Calderu's expectation, as long as this branch can successfully penetrate into the inner area of the Human God and wreak havoc once, even if the result is not as good as the seven-day peace period, as long as a complete tribe is destroyed, The pressure on the front line will suddenly be relieved.
Regardless of whether they can survive or not, the casualty rate has come down anyway, so they will have more time to deal with the villains, waiting for the return of plan one, or further compression of the front.
When the three fronts arranged by the gods were broken one after another and they approached the base camp, the distance of thousands of miles at that time was only a moment for the master of civilization. At that time, the evil spirits would not dare to do anything evil again. Let him suffer a little too.
Well, with Zhang Ke's illustrious reputation, even on the battlefield where two civilization masters are sitting, Calderu doesn't think he can surround and kill the former with a 100% probability.
Although this echoes the determination of the gods, the reality is that it exaggerates the aspirations of others and destroys one's own prestige
"Retreat!"
"The bad guys are coming, hurry up, retreat quickly!"
The hurried messenger spirit rushed from a distance. When the light of divine power gradually dimmed, revealing the thin but strong figure among them, wisps of white smoke were rising from his body.
It was flying too fast and not dodging. After the protective magic was saturated and blasted by the sky-wide barrage of magic, the remaining body was heated up at high speed and emitted by the heat.
To the messenger god, this is not even a wound, let alone a hindrance.
But when He wanted to fly again to carry out his mission to inform allies in other areas, a sudden sense of sluggishness spread throughout his body made the Messenger God feel an unpleasant feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, when he started to look around himself, he discovered that the Western fantasy-style half-armor on his body was showing a weathered color. The runes symbolizing wind and speed on the surface of the armor had been worn away and were difficult to read. What is difficult for God to accept is that even the large tattoo-like patterns on His body that condense the authority are cracked and cracked, giving off a sense of dilapidation and vicissitudes like those old things that have not been maintained.
"This is."
The Messenger God swallowed hard.
He has reached his limit.
Even though he himself is a powerful god, he cannot complete his own closed loop unless he is great. Even a god needs the supply of external power.
But the gods in heaven and earth are too dense!
Even though the size of this world far exceeds the minimum standard line of the civilized world, extraordinary elements and authority are extremely active, but it contains various gods from hundreds of worlds in the void, and everyone gathers in a small area. Crazy absorbing elements from the outside world to fill his own consumption.
If the original world was like a vast ocean, then these tens of thousands of gods are like tens of thousands of water pipes running at full power. In a very short period of time, they drained the stock of an area of the sea, and the sea water in other locations The spread takes time.
Not to mention that the unscrupulous war between the gods and the evil spirits has dug deeper into the already depleted sea, and the destruction of the foundation of the material world has even harmed the recovery of the elements.
One goes down and the other goes up.
Compared to being immersed in the war, alternating between flesh and blood and divine magic, there are thousands of allies attacking each other, so the gods do not feel deeply.
Since the beginning of the war, it has served as the base camp and the front line. There have been constant messengers between the front line and the front line. The Messenger God, whose divine power has been steadily declining, has quickly sensed the plight of the gods.
Thinking of this, he almost subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
Those blue eyes looked at the endless rolling fog and the sea of fire that swallowed the sky and the earth, and a trace of deathly silence rose in the already desperate heart.
As opponents in the same world, when the gods on both sides are gradually showing signs of fatigue, why can the evil spirit still show such a ferocious posture while maintaining two large-scale magical arts?
He is not great and has not completed his own closed loop. Where on earth provides him with a steady stream of power?
He couldn't understand.
However, what the Messenger God couldn't understand even more was that in the short moment when he was lost in thought, the villain who was running and killing behind him a moment ago disappeared without knowing it, and the soldiers who suddenly fell disappeared. The axe, with one strike, destroyed the mountains thousands of miles away.
"Has he changed his path?"
The Messenger God said blankly.
The next moment, a familiar roar came from a distance: "He's above your head, oh, damn, get out of that place!"
"Head"
Subconsciously raising his head, the Messenger God was not deceived.
At this moment, above his head, a huge dome-like shadow covered the burning sky. Two vast sky pillars extended from the dome and stood several kilometers away from his left and right hands.
The perfect location shielded him from all possible dangers from the outside world.
At the same time, the existence of this behemoth is also the culprit that caused the power of the Messenger God to dry up but not be able to absorb the external elements to transform into divine power!
The Messenger God looked up at the dome, and there was also a pair of burning bloody suns hanging down from the dome to meet His eyes.
The next moment, there was a thunderous explosion.
The pure Kyushu language has been transformed into a language that every outside god can understand after being transformed by language-savvy spells:
"Thank you for always leading me to the secret gathering points of these evil gods along the way."
"Although you are accompanied by these evil gods, I can feel the aura of justice in you that turns from darkness to light. You are very bright, so I cannot punish you without teaching you."
"I have left a way for you. Follow the direction of my legs and you can leave safely!"
This is not the tolerance Zhang Ke should have.
But it was an attempt he made voluntarily after being repeatedly discouraged by his elders.
Just like after the wilderness absorbs the outside world, some barbarians will be left behind; Kyushu will slowly digest the remaining barbarian essence from the outside world through countless reincarnations.
Since he wants to become the King of Humans, he must also learn some methods of sustainable fishing to give the young people of the human race some channels to vent their energy
(End of chapter)