An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 629 The sun has set!

They are different from the human kings who divided the work and helped Zhang Ke complete his homework, and they are also different from the emperors in heaven who have almost mastered the etiquette and various magical powers.

Dayou and Xingtian were not good at singing or dancing, and their subconscious reaction when they encountered conflicts was to measure their fists. Can they fight? Can they win?
Only after you win the fight can you talk about trivial matters of reason, forgiveness, harmony, etc. But I have already won the fight, what's the point of talking about bullshit etiquette? I still have the final say. Is there anyone who dares to find fault with me?

If you lose the fight, then everything is over. No matter how polite you are, your opponent will not sit down and talk to you in a gentle voice.

In this way, as long as the principle of fist is big enough, it doesn't matter whether you learn divination, music theory, poetry, songs, and the art of medicine.

Anyway, after you win, there will be great scholars to debate the scriptures for you.

There is nothing wrong with specializing in one thing.

Anyway, the so-called hexagonal warriors are just the way of relying on themselves that Manhuang and Jiuzhou are used to. As the chosen one of the Void Gods and a game player, it is unlikely that Zhang Ke will be forced to run out of ammunition and food.

To take a step back, after the purge, Jiuzhou, in a sense, also had the foundation to accommodate Zhang Ke.

In this way, even if he was defeated in the future war in the wilderness, as long as he was not captured and his body divided on the spot, he would still have a way out. Although he was not as good as the human race in the wilderness in quality, his number was enough to support the status of a human king, and he would not end up with the same fate as these losers.

This was the first thought that came to Dayu's mind after hearing the news from Kyushu.

As for whether the immortals and gods of the Nine Provinces agree or not, first of all, from the perspective of interests, there is room for negotiation on this matter. Besides, the Human King does not occupy the position of gods. The only one with whom there is a conflict is the Lord of the Three Realms, Lord Haotian!
There is a wide overlap between the two in terms of commanding the gods and subjugating the four directions.

But judging from Zhang Ke's past actions, there was really no need for them to worry about this for him.

And if there are any shortcomings, these two living people can be useful here, even if it means signing a contract to sell themselves. It doesn't matter.

Of course, if Zhang Ke can successfully win the qualification for the Wilderness and gather the maximum number of Nine, he can turn around and annex the Nine States, with the Wilderness as the main area and the Nine States as the auxiliary area. Regardless of potential or other aspects, the effect of one plus one is far greater than two.

But after so many experiences, Dayou is no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning and doesn't mind considering everything he faces with the worst considerations.
The two of them kept all these thoughts in mind and began to watch this grand test quietly.

Zhang Ke, who had no pressure at all, also habitually used his opening move.

When the light from the three scorching suns brought endless heat rolling down, the land, which had been in high heat and drought all year round, began to ripple with transparent flames at a speed visible to the naked eye. In some low-lying areas with special terrain, gravel and rocks were sizzling from the heat, and some signs of melting quietly appeared on the boundaries of some soil and rocks.

Hot and dry.

Under Zhang Ke's feet, the entire Far West, and even some surrounding areas, were undergoing major changes.

The light, so blinding that it almost burned the sky, began to mercilessly plunder lives the moment it fell.

First, there are the living creatures that survive in the desert and Gobi, such as snakes, insects, rats, ants, and the five poisonous creatures. Even in the harshest environment, as long as it is not a completely dead place, they will definitely be there.

In a short moment, no longer than half an hour, all of them rolled their eyes and lay on the ground twitching slightly. In just a moment, their sturdy and slightly plump (shriveled) bodies began to shrink visibly, until the flesh and blood completely adhered to the bones, and the internal organs lost water and shrank.
In comparison, the situation of the survivors in the oasis is better, but with the evaporation of water, the urgency of death accompanies everyone like a shadow.

And when the three suns came out together, scorching the world.

In the east of the extreme west, where the Han army is stationed, in the city of Gaochang, which stands like a fortress in the endless wasteland, a Han official wearing a black short robe and with a resolute face is gazing into the distance with his eyes narrowed behind his hand curtain.

Behind him, several men and women dressed in strange clothes, looking rough, restless and unreliable, were looking around curiously.

As the base camp of the Pan-Jiuzhou civilization, a large number of players from this civilization roam around Jiuzhou all year round. A small number of foreign players who have gained recognition from the civilization and removed the title of extraterritorial demon can also move around in Jiuzhou to a limited extent. As long as they don't go to the capital of the Han Dynasty or those prosperous temples, generally speaking, there is no obvious difference in treatment between them and the people of Jiuzhou.

Analogous to the Han Dynasty, due to the change in dynasty strategy during the Tang Dynasty, and the large number of foreign barbarians who admired the Tang Dynasty and the harmonious living environment of various ethnic groups, generally foreign players could get better treatment in the Tang Dynasty.
In this way, when the living environment is not so worrying, except for occasionally having a bite to eat and changing the local customs and habits, players with certain strength are generally more willing to accept tasks and complete dungeons in Kyushu, where resources and opportunities are more concentrated and high-end.

This team of seven took on the mission of protecting the envoys in the far west after gaining enough favorability from the Western Han Dynasty.

The mission requires them to ensure the survival of the envoy and successfully bring back the situation in the Far West to the Western Protectorate. Whether they continue to participate in the second link of the mission chain depends on the players' wishes.

However, this task is not easy to accept and not easy to complete.

While the mission rewards were generous, they had to follow the envoys from Chang'an across thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through the Silk Road to the far west, which was the Middle East region at the junction of Europe and Asia on the map later.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, this journey was considered extremely long, not to mention the Kyushu mainland which had expanded countless times.

The journey, which already took years, was stretched dozens of times.

They had set out from Chang'an in the 37th year of Emperor Wu of Han. During that time, they missed the great battle in which the Nine Realms besieged the Nine Provinces, and also missed the grand scene in which the Nine Provinces fought alone against the outer realms of the void. It was only nearly ten years before they left the Han territory and arrived at the territory of the Western Regions Protectorate.

no way.

The envoy sent by the Western Han Dynasty this time was a stubborn one. We tried every possible means, but the other party insisted to move forward step by step. When we said a few more words, the old man started to act like a big country should be magnanimous. We are going on a diplomatic mission, not to declare war.

But before you say this, could you please take a look at the 5,000 strong Han army of mixed cavalry and infantry following you?

And precisely because of this, the players who were inserted into the team as extras had neither the ability to change their itinerary nor the qualifications to complain. They could only watch their time being wasted bit by bit.

It was not until Gaochang that they entered the city to rest and recuperate. Seeing that there was still much of the journey to go, as well as the entire return journey afterwards, the resentment that had been pent up among the players finally erupted.

"Yes, I don't deny that this mission gives a lot of rewards, and it can directly increase the reputation score by one level, but isn't it too much to invest nearly 30 years in this trip?"

"It's not cost-effective. If I change to another dungeon, apart from reputation, I can at least get two to three times the resources from the perspective of rewards, and I may even get some precious items and opportunities."

"It's an illegal taxi. This is a fake taxi. I want to get off. Get off!"

"Everyone, please be patient. We are already here. If you quit now, wouldn't all the years you have endured before be wasted?"

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The bearded man, the team leader, was quite helpless as he faced the team members who had just entered the city and had already started arguing with the entire envoy team before they had time to rest and regroup.

Along the way, these guys can argue in the channel eight hundred times a day without repeating themselves.

This goes on every day, day after day, but as a result, no one has quit the team yet.

It seems that we are all smart people, so we should just torture him alone, right?
But even though he was fed up with these guys' repeated troubles, the player who was the captain still patiently gave kind words of advice every time to calm the disputes between teammates.

There was no other way. Time was one thing, but the other important point was that he had already exchanged all his accumulated money for knowledge of military secrets. He was just waiting for the mission to be successfully completed and then return to the Han Dynasty to receive the reward. Once he entered the ranks of the Han Dynasty's civil and military officials, it would mean that the inheritance of the various schools of thought had opened the door to them.

Their legal identities and various secret skills are no weaker than those of the players who lingered after the Sui and Tang Dynasties and focused on cultivating immortals.

The half-saints of the hundreds of families, the true immortals on land, and those who are above them all have the same destination. When they reach the stage of ascending to become immortals or saints in broad daylight, they both rely on the paths left by the inheritance and are allocated to the appropriate positions in the eight departments according to need.

After that, it is to cultivate both the body and the soul to strengthen oneself, find the path, and achieve eternal enlightenment.
Thanks to their charming ancestors, although there are many different paths to transcendence in Jiuzhou, apart from those purely external and evil, even the unorthodox paths, ghosts, monsters and demons have the opportunity to achieve enlightenment and ascend.

In this case, it is no wonder that players, who have always had little patience, can complain while gritting their teeth and persevering.

Compared with the team members, the captain had a greater sunk cost and could not afford to lose, so he naturally took on the role of a punching bag. When the team had verified their identities and settled themselves, they were ready to meet the local royal family under the arrangement of the Gaochang garrison commander to relieve their fatigue.

The heat had already dissipated by the afternoon, but the dusk with the dark sky was unexpectedly hot.

As the sky and earth suddenly became brighter, even a mortal standing on the ground and looking far away could see that the sun in the sky had expanded by more than one round.

For the envoys who had learned the secret arts of hundreds of schools and the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, the spectacle of four days in the same sky was even more horrifying. Along with the lighting of the beacon fires, birds with the blood of dragon birds, which had been bred for generations, took off from the sentry posts of various cities in the Protectorate, carrying secret letters.

Just as the message was delivered, as the envoy climbed up the city wall and looked into the distance, the players looked around and could hardly hide the bright smiles on their faces.

[A temporary plot of civilization has been detected: Emperor You eliminates all evils. Do you choose to join the expansion pack?
Sorry, your reputation is not enough, please improve the overall reputation of the team, or find the correct channel to participate in this event]

As everyone knows, in this small piece of land of Jiuzhou, wherever there is Emperor You, there are conflicts in tasks. You probably don't need to be anxious and worry about your own tasks.

Because no matter it's good or bad, your mission target will definitely be killed along with this person's unintentional actions.

There is no need to even look for any mission props as proof. Wherever Emperor You is, you can just submit your tasks such as conquests, assassinations, and any other tasks involving fighting and killing.

Even if the target is still alive and kicking afterwards, it will be considered as his resurrection from the dead, and has nothing to do with you. The task party would rather give you an extra reward than be responsible for your previous fickleness.

Produced by Diyou, trustworthy!

When the players triggered the scenario easter egg and confirmed that it was Emperor You hanging in the western sky, they immediately started to settle the tasks.

"Isn't this a bit immoral? We have to wait and see. What if we are asked to go on a mission at that time? What if the reward is deducted due to early deadline?"

A player who didn't know much about this before asked.

"Put your mind at ease. Going on a diplomatic mission? What diplomatic mission? It's still unclear whether the Far West will exist. Why do you still want to take a stroll in the netherworld and get a letter of credence from the rulers of various countries?"

The captain, feeling relieved, started to joke.

He turned around and looked. Under four days, the raging temperature was raised to another level as time went by. The almost materialized flames burned the air and made it distorted and fluctuate. With every breath, the hot air flow could directly roast a person's lungs.

And at this moment, a strong storm hit from the sky.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, mixed with rolling yellow sand. A dark mass instantly swept across most of the far west and expanded in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The existence of the sandstorm briefly obscured the burning from the Golden Crow, allowing the dying creatures on the earth to barely get a chance to breathe.

But before they could escape from the high-risk state of water shortage and burns, the next moment, three clear bird calls suddenly resounded through the world.

Immediately afterwards, the amazing sight of four days in the sky turned into seven days in the blink of an eye. The high temperature that had just been suppressed by the sandstorm rose up in the blink of an eye. The sand and gravel that covered the sky were burned into transparent glass in a very short time, and then turned into red magma.

Drops of fire rain poured down, and the red rainstorm that covered the sky and the sun instantly ignited the entire wilderness in the far west, and also burned the scattered cities.

嚎哭
Scold
In the chaos, Zhang Ke opened the Fa Tian Xiang Di.

Then, a figure that blocked out the sky and the sun stood above the earth, and its golden-red eyes filled with tyranny and majesty suddenly turned to the southeast. In the bright red sun, beams of light hit the Gobi Desert that was focused by Zhang Ke.

"boom!"

A sound like thunder suddenly rang out. Under the rubble and debris flying everywhere, a pair of eyes with anger and a little fear stared at Zhang Ke from afar.

When Zhang Ke took out the Gan Qi with an expressionless face, the pair of eyes that were hiding a prying look finally changed:
"Ow!!!"

"I don't think I'm like that long worm who doesn't know life and death, doesn't know destiny, and lives in a small place, just eating these barbarians for food. What reason do you have to persecute me?"

Although there was no thick fog spreading in all directions, there were six suns overhead. The Great Sun True Fire, which was so dense that it almost flowed in liquid form, forced it not to appear under the sunlight, let alone escape through space.

Others may not know, but the blood inherited from the sniper had already told him who the two figures behind the scorching sun above his head were.

In front of these two ancient evil gods, the leaders of the wild and evil monsters, he had no intention of escaping at all.

He didn't know that Xing Tian and Dayu only acted as examiners and didn't take any action from beginning to end. But Zhang Ke also had no intention of explaining. After all, if he was not allowed to take advantage of this little bit, the teacher would have been like the other emperors, hiding in the depths of space and spying silently.

Jackal god.

No, to be precise, it was the descendant of the leopard sniper. When the White-Haired Wolf Ancestor saw that Zhang Ke did not answer and just locked his position on his own, he was so anxious that he did not care about anything else and directly pried out the backup plan he had prepared.

The surging earth veins reminded Zhang Ke that the bloody and foul smell was hard to avoid even with the coverage of land, not to mention that these bits and pieces were still sweeping up like a tide.

"puff!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dark green column of water rising into the sky.

As the flames burning in the sky sizzled and emitted billowing black smoke rising up, countless corpses fell to the ground like a rainstorm.

They twisted their joints awkwardly and wandered around observing the living things around them.

Towns and oases were attacked, countless people and pets fled in all directions, and the livestock only wished they had a few more legs.

"The evil sun disturbed the tranquility of the desert. The storm has retreated, and the Jackal God has closed his eyes and no longer looks at anything in the world."

"The sun is scorching, and corpses are dancing. This is a disaster, this is the end of the world. Everyone, please follow me and offer sacrifices. I beg the great Jackal God to open his eyes again and save the world!"

In a city in chaos and disorder, a white-haired old man was vigorously promoting his propaganda on the street.

But what was surprising was that there were actually people who believed his lies and shuttled among the corpses towards the so-called temple and sacrifice.

And this is by no means just the first batch.

The more people change their minds, the more people become shaken, and the zombies' gradually slowing pace makes the people on the ground more certain of their thoughts, flattering them, and acting more vigorously.

While Zhang Ke was watching the performance, dozens of people had their throats slit and fell to the ground with blood spurting out, with looks of happiness on their faces.

Blood soaked the magic circle under people's feet, and the bright red light forced the slowly swaying corpses into a corner.

The next moment, the corpses, eager to perform, raised their heads and looked at the sky in awe, imitating their master's appearance:

The sun has fallen!

(End of this chapter)