Help! This savior is too stupid!

"To pass on the torch and to keep civilization going."

On the broken wall, there were two lines of dark red words painted, which looked a little desolate against the gloomy sky.

A gust of cold wind blew past and penetrated the back of the man's neck, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

“This is it.”

The man put away the map, made sure he was in the right place, and found a secret door according to the code left by the other party.

He opened the door and walked down in the dark. After climbing up nineteen steps, the man stepped on flat ground and walked forward another forty-two steps.

Finally, light came into his eyes. He squinted his eyes slightly and barely saw the scene in front of him.

In the dim basement, in the narrow space, there was only a wooden round table in the middle. A circle of people were already sitting around it, and the man was obviously the last one.

"No, are you kidding me?"

Seeing so many people, Du Bu Jiu Tian got angry on the spot.

"Didn't the old man say that he had already been chosen?"

He came this time to compete for the throne of the Disaster System. He thought it was a pre-determined position, but who would have thought that so many competitors would suddenly appear.

"Everyone is here."

One person stood up and took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Let me test your strength first. If you are too weak, you will be eliminated in this round and wait for the next time."

Du Bu Jiu Tian knew this guy. He was a fence-sitter who followed Jiang Bai.

"Wait, you are not qualified to be here, I remember your last name is Wei, Wei Junjie, right?"

Wei Junjie nodded, "My name was indeed Wei Junjie before."

Wei Junjie nodded.

"Yes, I meet the requirements."

Du Bu Jiu Tian started to have question marks in his head.

No way, no way...

Are these guys from the Pure Land still so despicable and shameless?

Changing the name again, right?

Du Bu Jiu Tian asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

Wei Junjie replied, "My name is now Ba Yalu."

Du Bu Jiu Tian felt like he was going crazy, "Ah, shit!"

Where on earth did Emperor Zai Tian find so many unreliable people?

"What about you? Why are you here too?"

Du Bu Jiu Tian looked at the old acquaintances around him, "Just you, Executive Vice Emperor of Heaven, Origami Fan, you can't match any of the names, right?"

It is no surprise that the origami fan can come and walk alone in the nine heavens.

But the question is...what is the name of the origami fan?

Fortunately, having witnessed the power of the eight Yalu, Du Bu Jiutian felt that he would not be surprised by any name he saw.

Origami fan gently waved the fan, making a hissing sound, and said disdainfully,

"Isn't the name of my Four Treasures of the Study enough to qualify?"

Du Bu Jiu Tian: Okay, okay, let’s play it this way, eh?

Eight Yalu!

Du Bu Jiu Tian turned his gun around and aimed at the next person.

"What about you? What name did your teacher give you?"

"When you are working, you should refer to your job title."

Momomo was very serious and stated his job title.

"I am now the number one divine general again. Everyone in the world only knows me as the number one divine general. This is not my name, so what am I?"

Du Bu Jiu Tian was really so angry that he laughed this time!

"Damn it, Lao Deng, you are really stupid!"

How could I believe in these bastards of Pure Land!

It seems like I am scolding myself as well?

After Du Bu Jiu Tian finished laughing, he was done laughing. What else could he do? Would he overturn the table with Jiang Bai?

That guy...I don't know where he is?

The No. 1 general can participate in the competition for the throne in the name of his position, which means that every general and Ksitigarbha in the Pure Land can do the same!

Four words with numbers...

It seemed like it was destined for Du Bu Jiu Tian, ​​and it became a direct choice for Pure Land.

Du Bu Jiu Tian quickly accepted this fact. To him, the stronger the competitor, the more valuable the throne!

Du Bu Jiu Tian no longer bothered about the names of the people and knocked on the table.

"Let's get down to business."

"good."

Wei Junjie continued,

"In terms of the main timeline, three years have passed since the Ninth Cataclysm..."

This time, it was not only Du Bu Jiu Tian who expressed different opinions.

"There is currently no evidence to suggest that the ninth catastrophe has occurred."

Du Bu Jiu Tian was very strict, "You can't say that at the most intense moment of the fight, the Demon Lord suddenly stopped fighting and committed suicide, right?"

"Indeed, you all know how big the commotion was in the previous eight times, especially when we were in the place of origin."

Whether there will be a ninth catastrophe is still a question.

"Okay, then let's time it according to the ninth mysterious tide."

Wei Junjie did not dwell on this matter and continued,

"In the past three years, none of the great and small worlds have been destroyed. Of course, this is not because we have done a good job, nor because the deceased forbidden being has shown mercy. It is simply because the mysterious tide is still receding."

"All sectors can be said to be thriving and full of vitality, but the crisis behind this, the real disaster, is also quietly brewing."

"There are four chances to fight for the throne. Each time is the moment when the fragment of the Supreme Origin appears in the world. Those who survive nine disasters and help the Pure Land Emperor obtain the fragment of the Supreme Origin can take the throne."

Four times...

No one knows who will be able to ascend to the throne after four chances, and how many people will die in the process.

After the place of origin disappeared, everyone knew that there would be no resurrection match.

Because this was announced by Emperor Kongtian.

Wei Junjie began to introduce the latest combat power patch,

"Because the forbidden existence died, the origin place was destroyed, the supreme origin dissipated, and the world of the main timeline became higher, it became a bit troublesome to use divine power to calculate the combat power..."

In this era, all power can be measured by "disaster".

How big a disaster one can create and how big a disaster one can withstand represents how strong a person is.

"And the quantification of 'disaster' is simple."

"One kalpa is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years of suffering, and one kalpa is one disaster."

Hearing this, the First God General muttered, "He must have been reading online novels again."

Origami Fan nodded in agreement, "That's how all fantasy novels are written online."

"One calamity is one disaster?"

Du Bu Jiu Tian sneered, "Doesn't that mean that after 120,000 years of wasted time, there is only one disaster?"

“Of course it’s not a blind pile of time.”

Wei Junjie explained, "If you want to obtain the power of disaster, you can also bless others."

"In the face of disaster, protecting 129,800 people for a year is enough to gain the power of one disaster."

Pure Land still loves to save the world...

He really made me cry.

"Okay, I haven't been idle in the past three years. Stop talking nonsense and get the test!"

The genius Du Bu Jiu Tian stretched out his hand, his face full of pride.

Then, the sound coming from the combat power detection device made everyone's expressions dull.

"The power of disaster, three!"