An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing.

Chapter 671: Emperor You's unparalleled journey. (Seeking monthly tickets!)
"Killed through?"

"Killed again?"

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

The arrogant and evil expression became embarrassing with the messenger god's repeated reports. The originally good purple devil was turned into a purple-skinned garlic.

Wen Xida felt a headache, but next to him, the main gods from various civilizations who were not good at frontal combat and were arranged to the rear to coordinate and arrange things felt even more ridiculous.

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

22 small battlefields have exploded on the front line of the Gods' Battle Line, 7 medium blocking lines have been torn apart, and 2 large battlefields are crumbling and may collapse at any time, leading to a chain reaction and the collapse of the entire front line.

Of course, the battle between gods and human gods was not a one-sided situation.

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

You know, given the difference in understanding of cultivation between Savage Kyushu and the outside world, before establishing their great status, for units of the same level on the data reports of both sides, the former can inflict an exaggerated combat loss of ten to the latter!

Especially among the former, the number of humans accounts for a relatively high proportion.

As for the human race, they have been suffering from the malice of the outside world since the day they were born. The seemingly exciting battles against the sky and the earth are nothing more than a strategy to comfort themselves and stimulate their will under humiliating circumstances.

To put it bluntly, it is like quenching thirst by looking at the plum.

As a result, the human race, whose living environment is too harsh, has long been accustomed to taking ten steps at a time, and birds of a feather flock together. The immortals, gods, and auspicious signs who are close to humans have naturally inherited the habit of not fighting unprepared battles.

Almost everyone has prepared several means of "escaping from the battlefield", "faking death to escape", or even "coming back from the dead".

In addition, there is a continuous fog behind the human-god camp. With a strong information gap, they can easily increase the already exaggerated battle loss ratio to an even more jaw-dropping level as long as they are good at using the conditions.

But even though everything was ready, nearly a hundred immortals and gods still left forever within half a month.

This price is indeed tragic!
But while the military advisors behind the gods and men were heartbroken at the casualties of the war, the camp of the gods was now in an even more predicament.

Compared to the human gods who start groaning and groaning in agony after only a hundred deaths, their death toll is 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 Savage Kyushu, the combined death list is about to exceed ten thousand!
Even though everyone did not belong to the same civilization and did not have much interaction before, in the face of such cold data, they still couldn't help but feel a sense of grief.

What made Wen Xida and the others feel even more terrified was that at least half of the exaggerated battle damage was caused by Eyou himself!
This troublemaker of cholera, this disaster that is still a distant future in the eyes of the gods, has shown his fangs in this unprecedented and magnificent war.

This is not some disaster of tomorrow, he is clearly a butcher on the battlefield and the definite number one war criminal!

Even though 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 compiled from the front line are enough to reveal some inferences that are frightening to the gods.

Especially since the one kneeling below is a deity with great power.

The other party, a god who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and was only serving as a communication aid, shed bloody tears like a mortal coward, and shed them all the way back, until he reached the staff room in the base camp, where the tears were still dripping and formed a pool.

Wen Xida waved his hands and watched as the two women used their weak divine power to carry the poor victim away.

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

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

Even if the eyes of gods can cross thousands of mountains and rivers, they can clearly see everything in this world except the area covered by fog.

But that would be too cruel for them.

Witnessing the scene of noble gods being slaughtered at will like pigs and sheep, not to mention the kind and lawful gods, even the evil gods could not accept this cruel scene.

Of course, apart from 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 human-god side led by the evil one. They just need to stay quietly at the end and wait for the carnival feast or the arrival of the voting time!
If that is the case, then what is the point of watching these terrible scenes, which only adds another nightmare to oneself and sets another threshold on the road to greatness?
Well, that’s how the Outer Gods are.

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 they see small profits, and fear power but do not cherish virtue. This is their true nature, which only makes those war gods who are still holding on to the front line and suffering.
The War Sect, the Blood Throne, the God of Mad Battle and Bravery, Calderu, looked at the white line connecting the sky and the earth in the distance, his weathered face full of anxiety.

In fourteen days, the allies on the front line were harvested one after another like rice in a farmer's field. In order to control the situation and also to supervise those evil-minded allies of Savage Kyushu, dozens of pages of blank space were left in the alliance manual distributed to the commanders of each front.

There were heavy casualties on the front line, but the rear was still issuing urgent orders, asking them to kill the evil ones.

Who doesn't want to kill evil?
Those who can stand here today, and even the gods who died in the past ten days, all came here to kill the evil and eliminate the trouble forever.

The results of it?
Not many people were injured, but they suffered heavy casualties.

The front line?

There was no front line at all. The fog was rolling in, and the gods had no good countermeasures. Even if they had ways and abilities, they would have been dragged out of the sky by the civilization masters of Eyou to fight.

It is not uncommon for a deadly fight between gods to last for hundreds or even thousands of years. If the battle is prolonged and the strategy is more sophisticated, the war to annihilate a god may even last for an entire era!
Eras can be long or short. The length of eras varies greatly in different civilizations and iterations, but generally speaking, an era is at least more than ten thousand years but less than one hundred thousand years.

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

And when the masters of civilization could not provide much help in this war within the world, the fog, which was inherently mysterious and evil, was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, constantly eroding the front lines of the gods' camp.

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

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

They were unable to break the fog, but they were able to choose the location of the battlefield, reducing the already high casualties to an acceptable level while starting a fierce battle on the second front!

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

Damn!

Damn!

If they continue like this, let alone encircling and killing the evil ones, the slow erosion will be enough to wipe them out here!
Even when Cardelu found some time, he saw that the total number of votes for surrender on the temporary panel given to these gods by the game had even approached the 10% level.

One-tenth of the gods were so defeated that they chose to give way to the blocked path.

What's funny is that the game's calculation rules only count those gods who have voted so far and have cast dissenting votes and are still alive, while the votes cast by those gods who died earlier will be cleared at the same time as their death.

Otherwise, the current data should not be close to 10%. He would not be surprised if it doubled. And 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 rubbish in the base camp, the weak eggs in the base camp will definitely vote for surrender without hesitation when the progress bar reaches a suitable level.

After all the votes, the number of votes, both open and hidden, has accumulated to nearly 30% (? ).

It's shocking, but there's nothing we can do about it.

As the commanding god of the battle line, Cardlu can only hope that the war outside the sky can end quickly, or 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 the progress of the copy is interrupted, not to mention others, He will return to his homeland without thinking.

There was no reward or horizon-broadening at all. He hurried home and pushed his own small broken land towards 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 easily defeated. When there is an obvious gap in the individual combat power of the same level between the two sides, even if the gods have more numbers, it is good enough for them to win stably. They dare not crush the Eyou side in one go.

Relatively speaking, it is definitely more cost-effective and reliable to lead a team of god assassinations that exceeds the number of all gods, led by the two masters of civilization!
These are the only four lords of civilization left in the camp of 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 individual raids!
Others may still have to think about it, but no one has ever underestimated Eyou's courage.

After all, this is a madman who dares to sneak into the civilized world alone and cause trouble just when he has the ability to compete with powerful divine powers!

Even though he had the greatness of Kyushu standing behind him to provide protection most of the time, if it were Cardel, even though He symbolized courage, He could not do such a crazy thing!
In Cardlu's expectation, as long as this force could successfully penetrate into the inner area of ​​​​the human god and wreak havoc once, even if the result was not as good as the seven-day peace period, as long as an entire tribe was destroyed, the pressure on the front line would suddenly be greatly relieved.

Regardless of whether they can hold out or not, the casualty rate has dropped anyway, so they will have more time to deal with the evil, waiting for the return of plan one, or further compression of the front line.

When the three lines of defense set up by the gods were broken one after another and approached the base camp, the distance of tens of millions of miles was only a moment for the Lord of Civilization. By then, if Eyou dared to commit violence again, he would suffer.

Well, with Zhang Ke’s great reputation, even if it was a battlefield guarded by two lords of civilization, Cardelu didn’t think that he could surround and kill the former with a 100% probability.

Although this echoes the determination of the gods, the reality is that it is too much to boost others' ambitions and destroy their own prestige.
"retreat!"

"The evil one is coming, hurry up, retreat!"

The messenger god came hurriedly from a distance, and when the light of divine power gradually dimmed, revealing a thin but strong figure, wisps of white smoke were rising from his body.

That was because it was flying too fast and did not dodge. When the protective divine spell was saturated and shattered by the barrage of divine spells from the sky, the heat emitted by the remaining body as it heated up at high speed.

To the God of Communicator, this is not even a wound, let alone a hindrance.

But when He wanted to fly again to carry out His mission to inform allies in other areas, He suddenly felt a sense of sluggishness all over His body, which made the God of Communication feel uneasy.

As expected, when He began to look around himself, he discovered 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 could hardly be recognized. What was even more difficult for God to accept was that even the pattern of power condensed on His body, like large tattoo-like patterns, was cracked piece by piece, as if it were those old things that had not been maintained, showing a sense of shabby vicissitudes.

"This is."

The messenger god swallowed hard.

He has reached his limit.

Even though He Himself is a powerful divine being, He is not great enough to complete His own closed loop. Even gods need the supply of external power.

But there are too many gods in the world!
Even though the size of this world far exceeds the minimum standard of the civilized world, and the extraordinary elements and authority are extremely active, it accommodates various gods from hundreds of worlds in the void. Everyone gathers in a small area and madly absorbs elements from the outside world to replenish their own consumption.

If the original world was like a vast ocean, then these tens of thousands of gods were like tens of thousands of water pipes running at full power. In a very short period of time, they drained the water in an area of ​​the sea, and it took time for the sea water to spread to other locations.

Not to mention that the unbridled war between the gods and the devils was digging deep into the already exhausted sea, and the destruction of the foundations of the material world was even more damaging to the recovery of the elements.

This is a long time.

Compared to the gods who were immersed in the war, the rotation of flesh and blood and divine magic, there were thousands of allies attacking in a staggered manner and thus felt less deeply.

Since the beginning of the war, it has served as the base camp and the front line, with messengers constantly traveling between the front lines. The messenger god, whose power was steadily declining, sensed the plight of the gods faster than anyone else.

Thinking of this, he almost subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Those azure eyes looked at the rolling fog and the sea of ​​fire that was devouring the sky and the earth, and a trace of deathly silence rose in the already desperate heart.

As opponents under the same sky, when the gods of both sides were gradually showing signs of fatigue, how could Eyou still display such a ferocious posture while maintaining two large-scale divine spells?
He is not great and has not completed his own closed loop. So where does the source of his endless power come from?

He couldn't understand.

However, what made the God of Communicator even more confused was that in this short moment of distraction, the evil You who was running and killing behind him the moment before disappeared without a trace, and there was no longer any battle axe that fell down with a loud bang, and no longer any mountains that collapsed thousands of miles away.

“Did he change his ways?”

The messenger god said stupidly.

The next moment, a familiar roar came from a distance: "He's above you, oh, damn it, get out of that place!"

"head"

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

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

The perfect location shields Him from any possible dangers from the outside world.

At the same time, the existence of this huge monster is also the culprit that causes the power of the communication god to dry up and cannot absorb external elements to transform divine power!
The Messenger God looked up at the dome, and from the dome there were two burning blood suns hanging down and meeting His eyes.

The next moment, there was a loud bang of thunder.

The pure Kyushu language was converted by the language proficiency spell into words that every Outer God could understand:
"Thank you for always bringing me to the secret gathering places of these evil gods along the way."

"Although you came here with these evil gods, I can sense the aura of justice in you that has abandoned darkness and turned to light. You are bright, so I cannot kill you without teaching you."

"I've left a path for you. You can leave safely by following the direction of my legs!"

This is not the tolerance that Zhang Ke deserves.

But it was an attempt he voluntarily made despite repeated dissuasion from his elders.

Just as after the wilderness absorbs the outside world, a part of the barbarians will be left behind; Jiuzhou will slowly digest the remaining barbarian essence from the outside world through countless reincarnations.

Since he wants to become the king of humans, he also needs to learn some sustainable methods to give the young people of the human race some channels to vent their energy.
(End of this chapter)