As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

Chapter 1269 Bad News

Just like many other civilizations in the void.

The war of Morr civilization is still not over.

The war continued, from the border to the main areas.

From the "reluctant resistance" at the beginning, the Mohr civilization has basically shown its decline.

A purely pseudo-seventh-level civilization that doesn't have much foundation may not even be able to compete with some of the top-level sixth-level civilizations.

The shrinking territory and the large number of soldiers killed in battle have cast a gloom on the hearts of all Mors.

……

into the night.

The starlight in the sky shines on the Maur civilization, and the special stars reflect the ground with spots of hazy light.

Lying on the bed, Nick's mind kept replaying the long all-night conversation his senior had with him a few months ago.

"The 'Goddess of Death' on the battlefield... is it real or fake?"

"I always feel like something is not right. How powerful this unknown existence must be..."

"Senior Songke was also transferred to the frontline battlefield a few days ago. I don't know what the situation is now... I just finished a battle. I'm afraid I won't be able to meet him again in a short time."

"Senior has not sent back any definite news until now. Are you too busy with the war?"

"Senior's abilities focus on concealment and treatment, so nothing should happen to him. He has such a calm personality..."

"But how come it has been so long without any news coming back?"

"Although he is a stubborn guy, he really likes to show off his strength and show off. Maybe something will happen to him..."

What the senior said before is correct. Nick is really a bit of a sissy. His indecisiveness and imagination are extremely rare among the Moors.

Just when it was still thinking about millions of possibilities, suddenly there was a beeping sound outside the door.

Information is coming!

Nick was mentally shaken, rolled over and got out of bed, and hurriedly opened the door.

A shallow, silky ball-like substance appeared in its eyes.

"Is it the senior's aura... that came out more than ten days ago? It seems that it is indeed a recent situation."

Taking the information group back to the room and deciphering it through special encryption methods, Nick quickly got the message sent to him by his senior.

"Long time no see, young recruit Nick, let me guess, will you cry because you miss me?"

"Everyday when I see your soft, weak, stupid look, I want to punch you, but I haven't seen you for a long time, and I really miss you. At least there are not many people who are not angry after being scolded like this by me."

"Hey, my current group of comrades are very bad-tempered. They always say they want to rape the enemy's horses. Hanging around with them all day long makes me feel like I'm not normal."

It’s not that I’m not angry, I’m just good at listening to other people’s opinions!

and also.

Senior, your temper is not that good, okay?

Nick couldn't help but pump his fist in the air.

Continuing to look down, the senior finally became more serious.

"The reminiscing is over, let me tell you about the situation on the battlefield."

"I am located in the seventh theater, area a three. The situation here has begun to go wrong. I estimate that the transfer will be carried out in a few days."

"My comrades beside me were dead and wounded, and I heard another story about the goddess of death."

"You kid, I suggest you stop praying to the gods and pray to the goddess of death instead."

"There is no such thing as a bullshit god, but the goddess of death actually exists. If you pray more, she might be able to hear you. If you are about to die in the future, she can let you go."

"But by the way, you're really lucky to be assigned to a war zone that's not too stressful."

"Remember, do what you can and don't show off. Your kid likes to engage in heroism the most. Even though I'm older, you might leave earlier than me."

"I hope the two of us live well and never die. If we have the chance, we can have a few more drinks in the future."

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Senior is really fine.

Nick couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. This should be one of the few good news in recent times.

"Senior, just be fine. Once this time passes, we should have a chance to meet again."

"Rest, prepare to rest."

Nick put away the message, and at this moment, a new collective report came.

The battle situation has changed!

What's going on? ?

Had it been earlier in the war, the Moors might have thought there was good news.

As the war situation fell into a disadvantageous position, there was no good news for a long time.

Now all the Morians couldn't help but become nervous when they saw the notice.

"I hope it's not bad news, God... No, Goddess of Death, please bless..."

Nick prayed silently in his mind and then opened the message.

[To all Morians]

[The seventh theater was completely lost three days ago, and the invaders were the sandworm civilization]

[Please prepare for the ninth war zone, the tenth war zone, the tenth war zone and other war zones to face the enemy. The sandworm civilization is very likely to launch a rapid attack]

"Total loss?!"

Nick stood frozen.

The meaning of these four words is unknown to any Moorish person.

A complete loss means that this war zone has been completely lost, with only scattered survivors left. Even if they are all gathered together, it may be possible to barely organize one or two small teams to fight.

However, it is obvious that it is difficult for the Mors who were scattered everywhere to regroup and await their fate. 99.9% of them will be surrounded and suppressed by a large number of enemies.

Occasionally, the lucky 0.1% can successfully escape from the war zone and save their lives.

Senior, will you be the lucky one...

Nick looked confused.

He just sat there frozen, letting time slowly pass by.

For several days, it didn't know when it closed its eyes.

Tossing and turning, I felt a lot of confusing memories coming to my mind.

When I was confused, I seemed to have seen many bizarre scenes, and seemed to be trapped in a cage of shadows.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The surrounding scenes gradually changed, and Nick's chaotic consciousness gradually regained some clarity.

"What's this……"

Threads of lines flowed past him like bubbles, and the scene a little further away was pitch black, completely unreal.

"I...where am I."

Nick became increasingly confused.

Suddenly, it noticed that the surrounding scene changed, and when the lines were combined, it turned into a vast battlefield.

There were broken arms and limbs of the Mors everywhere, blood pooled into rivers, and countless vague corpses were piled up randomly.

Where is this place? !

Nick shouted loudly, realizing that he couldn't shout a word at all.

It gritted its teeth, exerted force, and found its body slowly stood up.

"Is there anyone there? Where is this place?"

Nick, whose consciousness was in a semi-chaotic state, staggered and couldn't think about too many problems. He was like a comatose person who could only maintain weak consciousness in the face of dreams.

"Where is this..."

It gasped and kept moving forward.

The corpses on both sides are constantly updated, familiar ones, unfamiliar ones, and various ways of death.

At this moment, it suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The body was cut off at the waist, leaving only one arm.

The body was covered with dark brown, dried blood.

"No...no no."

Nick gritted his teeth and turned the other person away with trembling hands.

"senior……"

Do not!

Is this you?

My dead self! ?

In an instant, Nick woke up from his slumber.

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Sorry, brothers, I have been traveling in Yunnan in the past few days, so the update is really unstable. I will provide it to everyone - it will be added to the new book when the time comes.