Online Game Dungeon Master

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Djinn shouted loudly, his eyes were deep and powerful, like a sharp sword that could pierce the hearts of players.

"Why are we retreating? What are we afraid of?" He continued, "In terms of economic strength, the Ferro Empire is enough to support this protracted war; in terms of military strength, our army is ten times theirs. The most important thing is not to forget the teachings of Mirendar, and don't forget that the players in the south are watching us."

Djinn made a very detailed statement on the three reasons, which was no less than a wonderful impromptu speech. In summary, it can be summarized as follows.

The first is the powerful strength of the Ferro Empire. There are two major empires on the continent. In fact, Saint Oteros is on the verge of division because of the incompetent emperor. The Ferro Empire is still young, and the emperor is in his prime, energetic, and has no powerful opponents. He can suppress others calmly.

In terms of economic strength, the dungeon may be rich, but you have to understand that this is a deformed richness. In the traditional production industry, the dungeon will never be able to develop. Mushrooms and meat are difficult to adapt to the underground layer dominated by humans, while the surface can grow grains on a large scale, process flour, bake bread, and have convenient transportation and safe conditions to develop business. Except for a few large cities, the economy of the dungeon will always lag behind.

In terms of the army, it is even worse. The dungeon is a strategy of elite soldiers. Because of the harsh environment and limited population, it is impossible to train a large number of weak soldiers. The surface has a rich population, often dozens of people feed one. With a base of tens of millions of people, it is enough to feed a million-man army.

Surface players may not have many opportunities to experience real wars, but they are experienced in political struggles. Every player who has been awarded a title has stepped on other players to come to the stage, as if the real world is a bloodless war.

Naturally, if the northern players lose, the southern players will inevitably oppress them. Sometimes, political struggles are more cruel than wars. How can players give southern players the opportunity to frame them?

From Djinn's words, we can hear his strong will to fight in the dungeon. His words inspired the confidence and ambition of some players who had been worn away. Through him, some players insisted on continuing the war, which made McFarland a little hesitant.

"There is no need to hesitate, my child. Let's ask for the opinion of Mirendal."

Niber beside him put forward his own opinion, and McFarland agreed immediately. In the camp, several priests stood together, chanted spells at the same time, and began to call Mirendal.

Djinn retreated after speaking, with a smile on his face. Behind him was a young man who was less than 20 years old. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He also had a code name called 13-9.

"Mr. Abdullah, is it really appropriate to do this? If the war continues, your soldiers will also be implicated." The young man asked puzzledly. His expression gave people a sense of honesty, but if they knew that this was the leader of the few remaining anti-government armed forces active in the Arab region, I am afraid no one would dare to believe it.

"Kuwa..." Djinn approached him and chatted with him privately.

"You have been through so many things, and you should understand that the kingdom will eventually become the ultimate showdown between two major forces, gods and evil, the two are irreconcilable, and although we stand on the perspective of gods, we are fighting for evil."

"The sacrifice of the world of light does not represent the selfishness of that person. You must know that there is no business in the world that is guaranteed to make a profit. There are sacrifices and gains, and this is just a game."

After Djinn finished speaking, the young man named Kuwa nodded as if he understood. They are all members of the gate. In the surface world, they are dust in the light.

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In the kingdom of the gods, the two main gods of the world of light symbolize light and justice respectively, and Mirendar is the master of justice, sitting in the highest building of the kingdom of gods, the iron palace that represents absolute justice.

Sixteen temples surround the Iron Palace, which are subordinate gods of the main god Mirendal. Among them, the more famous ones include the God of Bravery, the God of Guardian, the God of War... Below the temple is a barren wilderness, full of wandering gods and holy spirits. The crystals symbolizing holiness support a total of seventeen temples, allowing the gods to look down on all living things.

When Chief Justice Niber called on the players to follow Mirendal's instructions, a tiny thread of faith reached Mirendal's temple through the plane. As the hymns of praise became louder and louder, the thread began to burn and turned into a kind of nihilistic will.

As if it was a prayer from the sufferers, Mirendal heard it. He used his terrible and extraordinary divine power to explore the kingdom of faith, countless worlds burning with the fire of justice, trying to find the source of his call.

Unfortunately, because he released a level 18 divine spell to predict the future after the bloody battle, he still seemed a little weak.

He did not notice that there was a special existence like a mirror at the edge of the plane that crossed the Kingdom of God, swallowing up the prayers that should have belonged to the believers and turning them into a trace of fake power.

This power was too real, so that the other sixteen high beings did not notice the difference, but in front of Mirendar's eyes, no one could deceive him.

He discovered the secret, and found that a tiny existence that he hated was forging his voice to deceive his believers.

In the kingdom of God, a ripple like a storm immediately swept through the temples of the sixteen gods in a short time. The gods knew that Mirendal was angry, and said in their hearts that the petty evil would be punished in front of Mirendal.

That ripple turned into a 16th-level divine spell, transformed into a beam of arrows, passed through countless overlapping and twisted spaces, and hit the ignorant who dared to deceive his believers.

The golden light descended like the dawn, tearing apart the darkness. A 450,000 damage number appeared on the human body, and then a big blood hole appeared on his chest. The life value of up to 1 million continued to decrease at a rate of 20,000 per second. In just a few seconds, his body dissipated.

Then, along with the voice calling him, it disappeared, and Mirendal fell into a deep sleep again.

Tip: The incarnation of the player lord died, losing 2.17 billion experience points. Summoning a new incarnation needs to be done after 6 hours.

Shen Xuan raised his head and looked at the kingdom of God in the distance. It was his incarnation that was just killed. Fortunately, he hid well and was not discovered by Mirendal.

Standing at the top of the Fallen Temple, the Nightmare Commander Ymir laughed at him cunningly, "Mortal, very good, you are lucky to have contact with this god that mortals cannot challenge, but you are not dead."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Mirendal's kingdom of God in and presented it in the sky above his head.

"Complete your plan. As a master, I am glad that a tiny mortal has wisdom that exceeds that of the devil. At least, you can enjoy an interesting show before the end of the world."

"But you have to remember that evil is not omnipotent."

The strange laughter echoed, and Shen Xuan nodded. His body seemed to be in the Fallen Temple and in the Desolate City. His voice was deliberately distorted by the system and became low and serious like a verdict.

A hymn that made people feel empty in their hearts rang out in the sky. Looking at the kingdom of the gods again, it was like a collapsed dam, and disordered energy rushed down.

This time, Mirendar woke up from his sleep again. The Iron Palace was surging with terrible pressure, and the silent kingdom of God was resounding with the roar of God. Then, the servants of God and the Holy Spirit knelt down one by one. Countless people felt the anger at that moment and the loss of faith.

Above the Desolate City camp, the voice of God bathed everyone's heart. It was not a kind teaching, but an encouragement before the war. Even the devout Niber could not distinguish it. Shen Xuan smiled slightly, and the divine power suddenly disappeared. Niber was stunned, and then clenched his fists and shouted to the people below: "Continue the war!!!"