An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Chapter 671 Emperor You's unparalleled journey. (Seeking monthly votes!)

"Killed through?"

"Killed through again?"

Looking at the two trembling messenger gods with a pool of yellow liquid constantly flowing under their feet, Amulek Wen Xida couldn't help but reach out and pull the two tentacles on his forehead.

The arrogant and evil expression became embarrassing in the messenger gods' reports again and again. The purple devil who was originally in good condition was turned into a purple garlic.

Wen Xida felt a headache, but beside him, those main gods from various civilizations who were not good at frontal combat and were arranged to the rear general manager for dispatch and arrangement felt even more absurd.

Only fourteen days have passed since the end of the seven-day truce.

The front line of the gods' battle line has exploded with 22 small battlefields, 7 medium blocking lines have been torn, and 2 large battlefields are shaky, which may not be supported at any time, leading to the collapse of the entire front line.

Of course, the confrontation between the gods and the gods of man is not a one-sided situation.

While the camp of gods suffered huge losses, the front line of the camp of gods and humans was also torn apart several times, and the number of immortals and gods killed and injured was close to three digits!

You must know that with the difference in understanding of cultivation between the Wilderness and Kyushu and the Outer Realm, before the establishment of the great status, the same-level units on the data reports of both sides can have an exaggerated war loss of one to ten against the latter!

Especially among the former, the number of human race accounts for a higher proportion.

And the human race has been suffering from the malice of the outside world since the day it was born. The seemingly exciting battle with the sky and the earth is just a strategy of self-comfort and stimulating will under the humiliating environment.

To put it bluntly, it is to quench thirst by looking at the plum.

In this way, the human race, whose living environment is too harsh, has long been accustomed to taking one step and counting ten steps. The immortals and gods who are close to people naturally inherit the habit of not fighting unprepared battles.

Basically, everyone has prepared several sets of means of "escaping from the battlefield", "faking death to escape", and even "resurrection from the dead".

In addition, there is a long fog behind the human-god camp. As long as they are good at using the conditions, they can easily increase the already exaggerated war damage ratio to an even more jaw-dropping level.

But even with everything ready, nearly a hundred immortal gods left permanently in half a month.

This price is tragic!

But when the military advisors behind the human-god camp were in great pain at the war damage, the current camp of the gods was even more helpless.

Compared with the human-gods who started to groan and wail after only a hundred deaths, their death toll was more than ten times higher than this.

From the middle-level gods in charge of transportation and logistics to the great ones from various worlds and even the wild nine states, the death list is about to exceed ten thousand!

Even though everyone did not belong to the same civilization before and did not have much communication, they still couldn't help but feel a sense of grief in front of this cold data.

What made Wen Xida and the others feel even more terrified was that at least half of the exaggerated war damage was caused by Eyou himself!

This cholera-stoking shit stick, this tomorrow's disaster that the gods still see as a future, showed its fangs in this unprecedented grand war.

This is not a tomorrow's disaster, it is clearly a battlefield butcher, the number one war criminal!

Even if the gods in the rear do not pay direct attention to the situation on the front line, so as not to be affected by the cruel meat grinder scene, the various data collected from the front line can show some inferences that make the gods shudder.

Especially at this moment, the one kneeling below is still a powerful god.

The other party, who only serves as a communication auxiliary, a god who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, sheds fishy tears like a mortal coward, and sheds them all the way back, until the staff room in the base camp is still full of tears, dripping into such a pool.

Wen Xida waved her hand and watched the two women's weak divine power help the poor victim down.

I hope that the power brought by love and passion can help this poor child regain his strength. After all, the communication between the base camp and the front line still needs these messengers to pass.

Yes, even now, they in the base camp have no intention of looking at the front line.

Even if the eyes of the gods can cross thousands of mountains and rivers and clearly see everything in this world except the foggy area.

But that would be too cruel for them.

Witnessing the scene where noble gods are slaughtered like pigs and sheep, let alone the kind and lawful gods, even the evil gods cannot accept this cruel scene.

Of course, in addition to this, they who are in the base camp and do not have too many combat skills do not need to have a direct conflict with the evil-leading human gods. They just need to stay at the end and wait for the carnival feast or the voting time!

In this case, what's the point of watching these bad scenes, just adding a nightmare to yourself and setting another threshold on the road to greatness?

Well, the outer gods are like this.

They are fierce in appearance but weak in courage, good at making plans without decision, cherish their bodies when doing great things, forget their lives when seeing small profits, and fear power but not morality. This is their true nature, which only makes those war gods who are still holding on to the front line and suffering.

War Sect·Blood Throne·God of Mad Battle and Bravery·Calder looked at the white line connecting the sky and the earth in the distance, and his face full of anxiety after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

In fourteen days, the allies on the front line were harvested like rice in the farmer's field. In order to control the situation and supervise those unscrupulous allies of the Wilderness and Kyushu, dozens of pages of blank space were left in the alliance manuals distributed to the commanders of each front.

The front line suffered heavy casualties, and the rear was still issuing urgent orders to force them to kill Eyou.

Who doesn't want to kill Eyou?

The gods who can stand here today, or even those who died in the past ten days, all came to kill Eyou and eliminate the trouble forever.

What was the result?

They didn't suffer many injuries, but they suffered heavy casualties.

Front line?

Where is the front line? The fog rolled in, and the gods didn't have much countermeasures. Even if there were ways and abilities, they had already been pulled out of the sky by the civilization masters of Eyou to fight.

It is not surprising that the death battle between gods lasts for hundreds or thousands of years. Even if the arrangement is longer and the strategy is more decisive, the war to annihilate a god may even be dragged out for an era!

Eras are long and short. Different civilizations and different iterations have different lengths of eras, but in general, an era is at least more than 10,000 years and less than 100,000 years.

And that level of battle, once triggered, is a protracted war. If it really starts, it is not surprising that the sky collapses, the earth cracks, and the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.

And when the lords of civilization cannot provide much help in this war in the world, the mysterious and evil fog is like a wild horse that has run away from its reins, eroding the front line of the gods' camp all the time.

As early as three days ago, the front line had completely fallen, and all areas were shrouded in fog.

Once the fog falls, the five senses are blinded, the mind is compressed, and the visual range is compressed to a narrow area of ​​less than a kilometer. In addition, the opponent's vision is completely unobstructed and elusive. After negotiating with several commanding gods, Kaldulu had to let the remaining gods retreat to make room for the fog to continue to expand.

They could not break the fog, but they could choose the location of the battlefield, reduce the already high losses to an acceptable level, and start the fierce battle on the second front!

However, in three days, the protruding part of the second front was also occupied by the fog, and the area where the gods could move freely had to be forced to shrink again.

Damn it!

Damn it!

If this continues, let alone besieging and killing the evil, the slow erosion will be enough to make them all annihilated here!

Even when Kaldulu took the time, he saw that the total number of votes for surrender on the temporary panel given to them by the game had even approached the 10% level.

One-tenth of the gods were defeated and chose to give way to the blocked road.

The funny thing is that the calculation rules of the game only count those gods who have voted so far and voted against and are still alive, while the votes cast by the gods who died earlier will be cleared at the same time as the death of the 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 barbaric ancient gods criticized by the wastes in the base camp, the soft eggs in the base camp will definitely throw out their surrender votes without hesitation when the progress bar is pulled to a suitable enough level.

Back and forth, the votes in the light and dark have accumulated to nearly 30% (?).

Sensational, but there is nothing to do.

As the commanding god of the front, Kaldlu can only hope that the war in the outer space can end quickly, at least two or three of the lords of civilization can return and eliminate their new headache with an absolutely overwhelming advantage!

As long as Eyou dies and interrupts the progress of the dungeon, he will return to his homeland without thinking about it, not to mention others.

There is no reward or vision expansion. He hurried home and pushed his own small broken land towards the position of the void to avoid the subsequent settlement between the wilderness and Jiuzhou!

Of course, the feasibility of this conjecture is not very high. The lords of civilization on the side of Eyou are not dough. In the case of a clear gap in the combat power of the same level of both sides, even if the gods have more people, it is good to be able to win stably. They dare not crush the Eyou side in one go.

Relatively speaking, it is more affordable and reliable to lead a team of gods with more than the base number of all gods!

These are the only four remaining civilization masters in the camp of the gods. Half of them were sent to the base camp of Eyou to create killings, while the other half stayed in the base camp of the gods to guard against Eyou's single-soldier raid!

Others may have to think about it, but no one has underestimated Eyou's courage.

After all, this is a madman who dared to sneak into the civilized world alone just after he had the ability to compete with powerful gods!

Even though he was protected by the greatness of Kyushu most of the time, if it was Kaldulu, although he symbolized courage, he could not do such a crazy action!

In Kaldulu's expectation, as long as this group could successfully penetrate into the inner area of ​​the gods and start a massacre, even if the results were not as good as the seven-day peace period, as long as a complete tribe was destroyed, the pressure on the front line would suddenly be greatly relieved.

Let’s not talk about whether they can hold out or not. Anyway, the casualty rate has come down, so they have more time to deal with Eyou, waiting for the return of Plan 1, or further compression of the front line.

When the three front lines set up by the gods are broken one after another and approach the base camp, the distance of tens of thousands of miles at that time is just a moment for the Lord of Civilization. When that time comes, if Eyou dares to act violently again, he will suffer a little.

Well, under Zhang Ke’s great reputation, even if it is a battlefield with two Lords of Civilization, Calderu does not think that he can surround and kill the former with a 100% probability.

Although this echoed the determination of the gods, the reality was too much to boost others' morale and destroy their own prestige.

"Retreat!"

"Eyou is coming, hurry, retreat!"

The messenger god hurriedly flew from a distance. When the light of the divine power gradually dimmed and revealed the thin but strong figure in it, wisps of white smoke were rising from his body.

That was because the flying speed was too fast and he did not dodge. When the protective divine arts were saturated and broken by the divine arts barrage in the sky, the remaining body heated up at high speed and emitted heat.

For the messenger god, this was not even a wound, let alone a hindrance.

But when he wanted to fly again to perform his mission to notify allies in other areas, a sudden sense of sluggishness from all over his body made the messenger god feel bad.

As expected, when He began to look around, He found that the Western fantasy-style half-body armor on His body was showing a weathered color. The runes on the surface of the armor, which symbolized wind and speed, had been worn out and difficult to recognize. What was even more unacceptable to the God was that even the large tattoo-like patterns on His body, which condensed His authority, were cracked piece by piece, as if those unmaintained old things showed a sense of dilapidated vicissitudes.

"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 without greatness. Even gods need external power to replenish themselves.

But the gods in the world are too dense!

Even though the size of this world far exceeds the minimum standard line of the civilized world, and the extraordinary elements and authority are extremely active, it contains various gods from hundreds of worlds in the void. Everyone gathered in a small area and frantically absorbed external elements to fill their own consumption.

If the original world is like a vast ocean, then these tens of thousands of gods are like tens of thousands of fully powered water pipes. In a very short time, they drained the stock of a sea area, and it takes time for the seawater to spread to other places.

Not to mention that the unscrupulous war between the gods and the evil ones is digging roots in this already exhausted sea, and the destruction of the foundation of the material world has damaged the recovery of elements.

One rises while the other falls.

Compared with the gods who are immersed in the war, the flesh and blood and divine arts are alternating, and there are thousands of allies who are staggered and attacking, so they don’t feel deeply.

Since the beginning of the war, the messenger god who has served as the base camp and the front line, and the messenger between the front lines has been constantly communicating, and the divine power has steadily decreased. The messenger god felt the plight of the gods one step ahead.

Thinking of this, he almost subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

The blue eyes looked at the rolling fog and the sea of ​​fire that swallowed the sky and the earth, and a trace of dead silence rose in his already desperate heart.

As opponents under the same sky, when both gods gradually showed signs of fatigue, how could the evil Yu show such a ferocious posture while maintaining two large-scale divine arts?

He was not great, and he did not complete his own closed loop. What provided him with endless power?

He couldn't figure it out.

However, what made the messenger god even more confused was that in the short moment when he was distracted, the evil Yu who was running and killing behind him just a moment ago disappeared without a trace, and there was no battle axe falling down, and the mountains that collapsed thousands of miles away.

"Did he change his path?"

The messenger god said blankly.

The next moment, a familiar roar came from a distance: "He is above your head, oh, damn it, get out of that place!"

"Head"

He raised his head subconsciously, and the messenger god was not deceived.

At this moment, above his head, a huge shadow like a dome covered the burning sky, and two vast pillars of heaven extended from the dome and stood several kilometers away from his left and right hands.

The perfect position shielded him from all possible dangers from the outside world.

At the same time, the existence of this behemoth was also the culprit for the power of the messenger god to dry up but unable to absorb external elements to transform divine power!

The messenger god looked up at the dome, and there were also a pair of burning blood suns hanging down from the dome and meeting his eyes.

The next moment, there was a thunderous explosion.

The pure Jiuzhou language, after being converted by the spell of language proficiency, became words that every Outer God could understand:

"Thank you for always taking me to the secret gathering point of these evil gods along the way."

"Although you came with these evil gods, I can feel the righteous aura of your abandonment of darkness and joining the light. You are very bright, so I cannot kill you without teaching you."

"I have left a way for you. You can leave safely by following the direction of my legs!"

This is not the tolerance that Zhang Ke should have.

But it is an attempt that he voluntarily made after being repeatedly dissuaded by a group of elders.

Just as the wilderness will leave some barbarians after absorbing the outside world; Jiuzhou will slowly digest the remaining barbarian essence of the outside world through countless reincarnations.

Since he wants to become the king of humans, he must also learn some sustainable methods to give the young people of the human race some channels to vent their energy.