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Chapter 126 Decisive Meeting
Emperor Xiu 6432.

In the 24th year of the war between the Human Empire and the Skeletor Tribe, it has become increasingly difficult to advance the front.

The decapitation operation proposed by the Lord of War once caused heavy losses to the Skeletor Clan, but the Skeletor Clan quickly adjusted its combat mode to respond and strengthened the protection of the Skeletor Brood. This made the decapitation carried out through space beacon delivery The success rate of actions is greatly reduced.

By today, the beheading operation had been abandoned.

But the war continues.

Falling into the quagmire of war is an outcome that the human empire does not want to see.

The protracted war is a resource-burning war that competes for heritage. The Human Empire has a huge resource inventory, but its opponent, the Skeletor Tribe, now occupies the legendary land of God's Well.

With the amount of resources produced by the divine well, the Skeleton Moth Brood can create endless units to join the battle at will.

Faced with the situation falling into the quagmire of war, the Lord of War presided over a new round of war conference.

Legend sea area, border.

The blue hammer badge representing the Lord of War, the lightning badge representing the Lord of Divine Punishment, the skull badge representing the Lord of Death...the chairs of each legion commander were lit up in sequence.

Healthy wheat-colored skin is like tempered steel, tough and lustrous.

Dark Emperor God Conference Room.

The entire space was shrouded in a deep black, with only the crystals embedded in the ceiling emitting dim light.

There were even many legion commanders who were members of the war legion in the early days and once called the war lord as "my lord". Later, they separated from the war legion and established their own legions.

At this time, the commander of the Black Vulture Corps sitting on the left shook his head:

After the divine shadow condensed, a powerful aura swept through the entire dark god space, as if a queen who controlled the entire world had arrived.

This is an internal space built by the Dark Emperor God, the commander of the 46th Human Legion, and is specially used for communication meetings between the commanders of the various legions.

Facing the inquiry, the commander of the Bone Broken Legion, who was wearing a skeleton armor, spoke at this moment:
"Protracted war is the biggest advantage of the Skeletor Moth clan. Even if we continue to consume like this, even if we can win in the end, we will have to pay a heavy price. We can't hold on to the Divine Well resources of the Skeletor Moth clan. It's better to choose a desperate battle. Annihilate the Skeleton Moth Clan in one go."

If the high priest Zuo Yi is the incarnation of the emperor's will, then the original seven gods are the embodiment of the emperor's power in the world.

But this kind of contradiction only exists between soldiers and does not rise to the level of the legion commander.

"Everyone sit down."

At this moment, one of the crystals lit up.

"I also think that the war must continue according to the current model. Although we will suffer losses in the protracted war, we will always have resources and troop supplies in the rear. The advantage in war will always be on our side. We will never defend the territory of the Skeleton Moth tribe in the future. From a perspective, when consumption and supply are almost equal, this is the best choice." The leader of the Mirage Army tapped his finger on the table and expressed his thoughts.

If the prestige of the human empire had a ranking.

When there was a conflict of ideas, some legion commanders even slammed the table and angrily scolded the other party for their stupid ideas.

A few hours later, facing an increasingly chaotic meeting, An An suddenly slammed the table, and a violent aura suddenly swept through the entire space.

There are indeed ideological conflicts between the soldiers of different legions, and there are cases where they dislike each other. Even the soldiers of the original legion will be disliked by some legions.

The conference table is made of energy, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror. Each corresponding conference chair is inlaid with the identity mark of the corresponding legion commander.

The face of the arriving woman has clear lines in the dim environment, like jade polished by the years, exuding unique charm. Her eyebrows are heroic, her eyebrows are long and thick, like two sharp swords, and there seems to be endless fighting intent burning in her eyes. , and gave people a noble and inviolable feeling. The slightly raised corners of her mouth were slightly provocative. Her long black hair was tied back casually, with a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of spontaneity.

Their birth is older than the Imperial Kingdom.

Next are the Original Seven Gods.

In fact, many of the legion commanders here are worshipers of the Lord of War.

After the 111 army commanders who attended the meeting arrived, An An's eyes swept across the group of army commanders:

The Lord of Death's Seat shrouded in the black mist of death, the Lord's Seat shrouded in purple flames, the Lord of Killing's Seat shrouded in blood... except for the seat of Lei Yan, the Lord of Divine Punishment who guards the main city of Imperial Cultivator. The chair was not lit, and the power of the other legion commanders came almost at the same time.

Especially the Original Seven.

The first one on the list is undoubtedly the high priest Zuo Yi. He is regarded as the spokesperson of Emperor Xiu God in the world, and is the existence closest to Emperor Xiu God. All decisions represent the will of Emperor Xiu God, and are controlled by soldiers from all legions and trillions of people. The people respect him as the leader of mankind.

A figure entered the Dark God's space through divine descent and appeared on the meeting chair of the Lord of War.

At this moment, the seat representing the Lord of War burst into flames.

Immediately, a flag of Imperial Cultivator fluttering in the windless air appeared in the center of the space, exuding a majestic and sacred aura, and then a conference round table that could accommodate more than a hundred people loomed out of the darkness.

After hearing these words, the leader of the Demonic Shadow Army sitting not far away shook his head:
"It's so difficult to take down the Skeleton Moth Clan in one go. When we chose to gradually encroach on the Skeleton Moth Clan's territory, we just wanted to win over the Skeleton Moth Clan with as few casualties as possible. Now we suddenly chose a life-and-death battle to decide the victory. Losing is undoubtedly a gamble, it is too risky to bet that we can win at the smallest cost.”

An'an is both a majestic elder and his own leader to the commanders of each army.

"Brothers, our war with the Skeletor Tribe has lasted for 24 years. What do you think of the next direction of the war?"

Faced with a protracted war or a decisive battle, the commanders of each army expressed their opinions.

As the original god, An An's prestige was unquestionable. The conference space was muted for a second, and the commanders of each army sat down obediently, not daring to express their thoughts anymore.

"I don't agree with your views. I think Shattered Bones is right. The consumption of a protracted war is too heavy. It's better to defeat the Skeleton Moth clan through a decisive battle in one go. I always think that the Skeleton Moth clan is playing us, and it seems that we have the advantage. , in fact, this is just a conspiracy of the Skeletor Moth tribe to let us continue to cannibalize the plan. The purpose is to use up our resources in this way, so choosing to continue the war of attrition is not a gamble. We do not know what the real combat strategy of the Skeletor Moth tribe is. What."

One after another, blurry shadows condensed in the dark god's space.

The birth and growth of many legion commanders have been recorded in human history books, but the original seven gods were the subordinate gods of the Imperial Cultivator that existed before the birth of the Imperial Cultivator Church.

After the Lord of War An'an appeared, the other legion commanders' chairs were lit up one after another, showing different states in the darkness.

Among the original seven gods, there are two with the highest prestige.

As the commander of the combined army, An An put his elbows against the conference table, crossed his fingers in front of him, and did not make any remarks. He just watched the quarrel between the commanders of the various armies and absorbed the opinions and information from all parties.

They are the Lord of Divine Punishment who guards the rear of humanity and is in charge of punishment and execution, and the Lord of War who leads the war legions at the forefront of the expedition.

For this war lord who has been fighting for more than 6000 years, the commanders of each army have respect and admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

The Empire of Man once had a Legion Commander information statistic.

In more than 6000 years of expeditionary wars, almost every legion commander has a record of death in battle where his soul returned to the Imperial Cultivator.

But the Lord of War is an exception.

Although he is nominally called the commander of the Third Army, in terms of combat power, the Lord of War ranks first without any doubt.

Facing such an old man who had been the strongest person in the human empire before they were born, they did not dare to take any offense at all.

After the Lord of War said "sit down", these violent beasts on the battlefield were as obedient as docile kittens, quietly looking at the Lord of War, waiting for her next words. After An An glanced at everyone present, he nodded and said:

"I have listened to your thoughts, but the final decision is not up to me. The high priest has something to say to you."

As he spoke, An An patted the conference table.

Suddenly, a black stream of light popped up from the center of the conference table, projected above An An's back, and turned into a light curtain.

The light curtain became clear after a brief blur, and what appeared on the screen was Zuo Yi wearing the high priest's costume.

Seeing the high priest, all the legion commanders stood up one after another, placed their clenched right hands in the center of their chests, lowered their heads and saluted him with the imperial salute:

"High Priest."

"Everyone sit down."

The sound of people sitting down neatly sounded, and all eyes focused on the light screen suspended above the head of the Lord of War.

"I have listened to your arguments just now. It is indeed a difficult decision to choose to continue a protracted war or to decide the outcome in one battle. We have limited knowledge of the internal situation of the Skeleton Moth Clan. No matter which choice you choose, there are risks, pros and cons... But in Three days ago, I received a notification from Emperor Xiu Shen that the intensity of the black tide has increased again. "

Having said this, Zuo Yi paused briefly and then continued:
"There is not much time left for us to develop. It is difficult to reach the end of this timeline. We can bear the cost of trial and error, so I have decided to launch an all-out war against the Skeleton Moth tribe. I want you to completely defeat the Skeleton Moth tribe through this battle." Defeat the Skeleton Moth clan..."

After the war decision was made, the figure of the high priest gradually disappeared into the light curtain. The legion commanders present uniformly offered sacrifices to God and sent the high priest off respectfully.

The black light curtain dissipated like smoke waves, and the commanders of each legion turned their eyes to the Lord of War.

"You have all heard the thoughts of the high priest. There is not much time left for us to develop. It is unknown how long the Imperial Cultivator can resist the black tide natural disaster. According to the high priest, we still have 3000 years at most to develop. No. There will be another 6000 years, so we must go all out in this battle.”

Having said this, An An glanced at everyone present:

"Since it is a decisive battle, there will inevitably be heavy casualties. Many of you will return to the Imperial Cultivator. Now we will start arranging the war layout and clarify the responsibilities of each legion."

An An stretched out his hand and slapped it on the conference table. Suddenly, a three-dimensional modeling diagram of the legendary sea area where the Skeleton Moth tribe was located was projected on the conference table.

In the layout of the next war, several legions were directly defined as sacrificial legions.

The meaning of sacrificing legions is that these legions will pay the price with their lives for victory in the war, including their legion commanders.

No legion commander had objections to this proposal.

In fact, in the 6000 years of expeditions, there are very few legion commanders who have never died in battle.

Even among the original seven gods, five have records of their souls returning to the Imperial Cultivator.

Some legion commanders even have records of their souls returning to the Imperial Cultivator multiple times.

According to the statistics of the last legion commander, the legion commander who has returned to the imperial cultivator the most times is the disease curse legion commander of the 10th legion.

So far, the Lord of the Disease Curse has returned to the Imperial Cultivator 13 times.

The Disease Curse Legion is the only legion in the human empire that plunders resources through the divine descent mode. The soldiers of this legion do not have their own war fortress and are always on the road to cross-sea expeditions.

The combat mode destined the Disease Curse Legion to have a huge casualty rate and high risks.

Because they were fighting directly behind enemy lines, they were often trapped in a besieged situation, and it was difficult for support to arrive in a short time.

In this case, the Disease Curse Legion could easily fall into the tragic situation of all members being killed. Even the Legion Commander, the Lord of the Disease Curse, died 13 times in this mode.

The commanders of each army took death very lightly.

In their eyes, returning the soul to the Imperial Cultivator does not mean the end of life. Under the guidance of the Supreme Imperial Cultivator, they will reshape their flesh and blood and set sail again with a new attitude.

So when An An suggested that a legion be needed to sacrifice for the war, a legion commander volunteered.

Especially the commander of the Disease Curse Legion, he smiled and patted the table:
"I am familiar with the matter of sacrifice. When the war begins, I will lead my legion brothers across space and descend to the rear. I will use my death to start a storm of plague and curse, causing as many casualties as possible in the rear of the Skeleton Moth clan."

"My Curse Legion will do my part in this matter, and I will be included in this space airdrop."

The speaking leader of the curse army had a sickly pale skin, as if he had never seen the sun. Black curses spread across his face like vines, and his dark eyes were like an endless abyss. On his forehead, It is a cursed seal that exudes a strange light.

The messy hair spread on his head looks like a storm-torn wilderness, and every hair contains the power of a powerful curse.

His speaking voice was extremely hoarse, and even gave people a feeling of weakness that he might faint at any time.

But his strength is extremely strong, enough to rank among the top 30 army commanders.

But the legion warriors led by the Lord of the Damned were not liked by the warriors of other legions.

According to the data on the mutual favorability of various legions compiled by High Priest Zuo Yi, the "Curse Legion" is among the bottom five legions.

The so-called curse power is the ability to imprint special abilities in the form of tattoos inside and outside the body.

The cursed warriors in combat will have their minds eroded by the power of the powerful curse and enter a bloodthirsty state of rage. Their combat power will soar and they will attack regardless of the enemy or friend.

The "indiscriminate between ourselves and the enemy" here refers to the warriors of other legions. Our own cursed warriors will be instinctively recognized as "one of our own" in the violent mode.

Just like zombies in zombie movies, they will not attack other zombies.

The cursed warrior in the cursed rage mode loses the ability to think, and only sees killing and attacking.

A major event was recorded in the imperial history books.

The Chosen God of Curse who was stationed on the resource island fell into a bitter battle when encountering the invasion of the evil god. Finally, he and the soldiers he led turned on the cursed rage mode. While killing the evil god, all the residents on the resource island were also slaughtered.

At this point, the Cursed Legion became a wandering war legion and no longer stationed on any resource islands.

Therefore, for the Cursed Legion, the soldiers from other legions were unwilling to cooperate with them and felt disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

Think of them as a bunch of wild beasts that could get out of control at any time.

……

At the end of the meeting, it was decided that 13 legions would be sent deep behind enemy lines as sacrificial legions.

Before the meeting ended, An An looked at the 13 legion commanders headed by the Disease Curse Legion:

"Brothers, your souls have returned to the Imperial Cultivator. I will personally pick you up in ten years."

The other corps commanders also paid imperial tributes to the 13 corps commanders who chose to sacrifice their lives at this time.

(End of this chapter)