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Chapter 1266 Target——Mount Buzhou!

Wu Ming and the nine alliances only have one day at most, and this is only possible if the delaying effect of Wu Jie and Zheng Zha is maximized, because the Zhongzhou team has less than one day. If Wu Jie and Zheng Zha are defeated, then this time will be even more difficult to judge.

It took Wu Ming some time to teleport to Tiansha to counterattack and find the Zhongzhou team, and it took some time to get to know the Zhongzhou team. Although this process did not exceed ten minutes in total, it had a significant impact on the army's advancement in the silver land.
Zi Ya followed up by saying, "Lord, it is theoretically possible to create a time difference, but we are the ones who are most short of time."

Wu Ming also knew what difficulties Wu Jie and his men would face. After all, they were being hunted down by the Saints of all races. He immediately asked the man in the five-colored robe, "Kong Xuan, as a high-level Saint, can you see the battle situation there from a high latitude? How long can Wu Jie and Zheng Zha hold on?"

"Brother, I can't judge." Kong Xuan, who had the title of [Five Elements Lord], was silent for a moment, and could only say: "Now those two warriors have attracted the attention of the entire high-dimensional saint. We can move forward boldly without any problem."

"where are they?"

"They are very strong, so strong that I can't say how strong they are. A too weak primary saint, such as the [Goddess of Wealth], will be wiped out of his sainthood and fall directly after facing them, completely, and absolutely cannot be resurrected. Only the dragon race's hateful dragon saint, the plutonium dragon, can hold on for a while, but he can't escape the fate of falling, absolutely can't escape, and it's even difficult to escape. Even high-level saints will be killed by them. I have seen the scene of Qingkong Lei Ting Yao falling, and the guy from the Shanjian tribe already has a terrifying record of killing high-level saints. Just relying on this point, even a high-level saint like me who has touched the threshold of Xiantian will be in danger of falling if I fight them for too long. But... there is Xiantian, and above Xiantian there is Emperor."

Kong Xuan was amazed at the terrifying strength of Wu Jie and Zheng Zha. He would not lie about this, especially when any information error could lead to Wu Ming's eternal damnation. He came to this conclusion after a very careful judgment. If it were normal times, Wu Jie and Zheng Zha's prestige would be completely sufficient.

Among all the races in the ancient world, in fact, only the top one hundred races have High Saints, and it is possible that several races have the same High Saint ancestor. In this case, the fall of any High Saint will cause drastic changes in the ancient world.

Having the means to completely destroy a high saint would be a threat far exceeding that of nuclear weapons on Earth.

But now it is not normal. Wu Ming's human identity dooms the two sides to be hostile. The more Wu Jie and Zheng Zha kill in high dimensions, the greater the chance that Xiantian or even Huang will take action.

"Not to mention that we are already hostile to other races, the fact that so many Saints have fallen and the high-dimensional earth has been turned upside down is enough to give the Xiantian Saint and even the Second Emperor of Dongtian enough reasons to take action."

Wu Ming took a deep breath. He knew that Wu Jie and the others would not be in real danger of life. If they were really in danger of life, the Lord God's teleportation mechanism would teleport them away immediately.

But Wu Ming was still very moved. In Chu Xuan's arrangement, the two of them really didn't have to fight so hard. They just had to attract the attention of most of the saints of all races. However, Wu Jie and Zheng Zha killed the enemies desperately in order to help him establish his prestige and reduce his future pressure.

Although this plan seemed to have a little deviation in the mouths of Amor and Ziya, Wu Ming still kept the kindness of the Zhongzhou team firmly in his heart, thinking that he must repay this favor no matter what.

Chu Xuan always has enough patience towards Wu Ming. Regarding Wu Ming's current situation, Chu Xuan summarized three points.

[1. Wu Ming is now a thorn in the eyes of the myriad races. The reason why they haven't launched a large-scale war against him is that the arrogant Saints of the myriad races can't react. Once they react, no Saint will care about the restriction. The restriction of the Saint will only work between the myriad races. You, Wu Ming, are not a myriad race, but a human being. You are independent of the myriad races and are as hostile to the myriad races as water and fire. Why should you enjoy the treatment of the Saint not taking action? What's more, in the eyes of the myriad races, Wu Ming has already taken action against the Saint, so they have no reason not to take action against Wu Ming.]

【Second, Buzhou Mountain is extremely important. It is related to whether Wu Ming can survive this Silver Land Battle. Wu Ming has attracted the attention of the entire prehistoric myriad races. If he fails to seize Buzhou Mountain, Wu Ming will surely die. The momentum of the human revolution is essentially supported by Wu Ming alone. Once Wu Ming dies, the status of mankind will return to what it was before. The myriad races will never allow another Wu Ming to appear. The myriad races will definitely exterminate the human race in the prehistoric continent and even the entire multiverse after Wu Ming's death! 】

【3. Zheng Zha and Fu Zha, plus Li Xiaoyi and Wu Ming's stand-in Wu Jie, the four of them together can turn the entire Ten Thousand Races upside down, but Wu Ming will never have the chance to summon the Zhongzhou team again. Although 180,000 reward points and three S-level side plots can still be gathered, Wu Ming knows better than anyone how long it will take. The Zhongzhou team only has less than a day, and they can only attract the firepower of the Ten Thousand Races for one day. 】

"I went to find Chu Xuan. He is my last hope. If even Chu Xuan can't do anything, then I can only When Chu Xuan said that your idea is very good, I was really going crazy, but he pointed out another plan for me, another plan that does not require sacrificing so many humans."

"That guy is a cold-blooded, emotionless monster!" Amor roared, "I finally know why you suddenly went crazy. Wu Ming, you are really amazing. You left the three wise men at home to find a monster who doesn't care about your life at all!"

"I've already said that as long as I can help humanity rise, I don't care if I die! As for whether he is very powerful, Amor, you know it yourself. Am I right?"

Amor's face turned from red to blue and finally to pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He would never dare to recall his experience in the turbulence of time and space again in his life. His proud intelligence became insignificant under Chu Xuan's casual manipulation, and even became a chess piece in his plan. Amor did not dare to call his several layouts and intellectual confrontations with Chu Xuan a confrontation, as that would definitely be a humiliation to himself.

But Amor really couldn't understand why Chu Xuan would come up with such a stupid plan that was no different from suicide?

"Can that Chu Xuan really be trusted?"

Zi Ya's words made Amor break out in a cold sweat. Yes, he and Wu Ming had some preconceived ideas, because Chu Xuan helped them all the way in the turbulence of time and space. If it weren't for Chu Xuan and his companions in the final decisive battle, it would be hard to say whether the Wheel of Reincarnation could break out of the turbulence of time and space even with the protection of the [Emperor of the Earth]. No matter how many innate spiritual treasures there are, they need people to use them.

In theory, Chu Xuan should not be untrustworthy. Although that bastard is quite cold-blooded and a madman who will do anything to achieve his goal, there is no reason for him to harm Wu Ming. However, in the current situation...
"Trustworthy! Absolutely trustworthy! Chu Xuan is not only trustworthy, but also a very kind person!"

Looking at Wu Ming who was brainwashed by Chu Xuan, everyone in the big tent knew that there was no need to persuade him anymore, not to mention that it was too late to retreat now.

If they retreated before, they would have suffered heavy losses, but at least they could have saved Wu Ming from making a comeback. Wu Jie wiped out the Saint Path of the Qingkong Saint, and when Zheng Zha blew up the entire Shanjian tribe camp with one punch and severely damaged the saints of the Shanjian tribe, these were actually not bad, and could even be a deterrent. But now it is absolutely impossible. With the high-dimensional holy war all over the place, there is no possibility of reconciliation between humans and all races, and between Wu Ming and many saints.

If you only kill one race, then the other races will be deeply afraid of Wu Ming. Everyone is afraid that this madman will kill them next, just like the deterrent effect of nuclear weapons. But if you have already dropped a nuclear bomb, then the greatest deterrent effect of nuclear weapons has faded, and now is the era of total nuclear war!
——Nuclear weapons are most intimidating only when they are not launched. Just like a mop with shit on it is most intimidating only when it does not splash onto other people.

"Everyone." Wu Ming stood up and bowed deeply to everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I won't say those sensational words, I just ask you to fight with me!" Kong Xuan stood up first and responded with a bow: "Kong Xuan has already said that he will follow brother forever and ever, and will be with him through life and death."

Li Ming even stood up and laughed loudly. That smile made Wu Ming a little dazed, as if he had seen a similar smile somewhere before. He only heard Li Ming say loudly: "Although some words cannot be spoken, Ming has witnessed the glory of mankind. Whenever I read in the books that heroes sacrificed their lives for the rise of mankind, I couldn't help crying. Now I finally have the opportunity to participate in this war in person. Great Lord, let's have a good fight today!"

The God of Terror Diablo and the Four Knights were silent. They half-knelt down, holding their weapons and waiting quietly for Wu Ming's order.

"If I die in battle, you will remember me, right?" Lucifer looked into Wu Ming's eyes and asked again: "You will definitely remember me, right!"

Ilúvatar even said directly: "After this battle, let's get married."

A bead of sweat suddenly slid down Wu Ming's forehead. It's not that he didn't want to get married. Ilúvatar had an engagement with him a long time ago, and Wu Ming also knew that Ilúvatar really liked him. But the main reason was that the flag he set was a bit scary, too scary.

But he couldn't say no as he looked at Ilúvatar. Of course, he couldn't refuse because of Ilúvatar's appearance, figure or anything like that, but because if Ilúvatar stayed in the Elf Empire, there would be no need to stir up this mess. As long as she didn't come, she would be absolutely safe.

She was the descendant of the Holy Throne, the descendant of Silver Moonlight, the primary Holy Throne of the Elven race, and the one with the best talent. Although he and Ilúvatar were engaged, Silver Moonlight would definitely keep her if Ilúvatar changed his mind. But Ilúvatar still came, without hesitation, under pressure from many sides, and at the risk of death.

Especially when the elves were frantically advancing the Silver Land and trying to seize Mount Buzhou. Although Ilúvatar's coming this time was also tacitly approved by the Silver Moonlight behind the scenes, it was just an extra preparation, but for Ilúvatar, if she failed, she would be an absolute traitor to the elves and cut herself off from the elves.

"You are crazy. You are all crazy." Amor covered his face in pain and said only one sentence at the end: "I will accompany you until you are about to die. You must teleport me back before you die."

Zi Ya looked at Wu Ming quietly. At this moment, Wu Ming in Zi Ya's eyes could no longer be described as tall. Zi Ya's eyes were warm. He knew that the savior of mankind whom he had been waiting for for a long time had truly arrived at this moment.

In that case, let’s give it our all!
Wu Ming took the lead and walked out of the tent. The nine alliance armies outside the tent had already gathered, including the undead races, the goblin lineage, and the orc legion. The sky above the nine alliance armies was covered with blood clouds and blood rained down. Even the blood clan, a race that sucked blood, felt trembling with fear at the blood rain.

Except for the foot men who were released early in the morning under Chu Xuan's arrangement to madly attack the Silver Land in exchange for various mechas, and who were clamoring to work hard in the Silver Land, the armies of the nine alliances were all gathered here.

The footmen are the core force of the nine alliances to promote the Silver Land. Although the number of footmen is small, they all have resurrection armor, and the rewards given by Wu Ming in the Silver Land are particularly good. Of course, in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Races, Wu Ming secretly cultivated millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of human warriors.

The blood-red downpour washed over the prehistoric continent like a river flowing back from the sky. Normally, this bloody rain should not fall on the silver land, but the rain was too heavy, and hundreds of primary saints perished completely within an hour. The setting of the prehistoric calendar period only set up this specific phenomenon for the fall of a saint, so wouldn't it be a deathly rain?

Even during the war among all races, it was impossible for hundreds of saints to fall in just one hour!
The blood gathered outside the Silver Land, and then naturally flowed into the Silver Land along the advancement routes of various races.

When the blood poured onto the silvery white ground of the Silver Land, the original pollution actually receded. Although it was not as efficient as using human lives to build roads, the blood river was huge. Every time the Silver Land receded, the blood rain cloud advanced. This saved the nine alliances even more time.

The advancement speed of the Nine Alliances ranks second among many races. Now that all parties are in turmoil, other races that were advancing on the Silver Land have stopped, waiting for the crazy holy war in the high latitudes to end before making plans.

In the eyes of other races, the advancement speed of the nine alliances could never be that fast. Even if it were possible, Wu Ming himself was still at a high latitude. Even if they really advanced to Mount Buzhou, it would only be a favor to others.

Within the nine alliances, only the most core members know the truth about the holy war.

Wu Ming looked up at the sky. No, he looked through the sky towards the higher latitudes.

Of course he couldn't see it, but he could guess to what a crazy degree the battle in the high latitudes had reached.

"Chu Xuan, is this also in your calculation? Wu Jie, Zheng Zha, and the other three are so kind! Thank you!"

Wu Ming did not take out the command flag, but directly used one of his small self-defense techniques - eighteen thousand Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Cannons.

When he was attacked by a Saint-level assassin, he used 128,000 Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Cannons to repel the opponent's attack. Of course, he was also overloaded that time. But he could fully handle a mere 18,000 cannons!
Thousands of cannons roared at the same time, and the dazzling artillery fire tore a hole in the thick blood cloud. If there were 128,000 cannons, they could even directly shatter the body of the Holy Way and penetrate into a higher dimension!

"Pass on my military order, all troops attack!"

"Target - Buzhou Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)