Survival Game For All: I'm Playing A God

"Huh... it's really fast..."

Wiping off the sweat from their cheeks, Qi En and So La stood at the head of the completely controlled city, watching the stubborn soldiers in the city being broken by the Xuanzu with indomitable momentum...

Now the defense of this city is like a broken sieve that leaks everywhere, but under such circumstances, those guys hiding behind the ordinary soldiers are still yelling at the supervisor, not allowing them to take half a step back...

However, no matter how much they resisted, they could only be quickly defeated by the charge of the Xuan clan... Facing the absolute difference in strength, they couldn't cover up their decline at all...

"So, it really is a matter of strength..."

Qi En looked at the broken wreckage of the 'special envoys' on the top of the city, and shook his head with emotion.

Master Xuanshen said long ago, don't enter Chenfeng when your strength is too weak...

Seeing the abilities of these 'special envoys' now, and recalling the experience he and Sola had in Morrowind, Qi En felt a little scared...

When he and Sora were undercover in the city, they couldn't do anything. They felt like they were living in a nightmare, and they had to worry about being frightened by these strange guys every night.

But... in the face of the steel torrent of the Xuan clan, these monsters that were once as difficult to fight as nightmares are as worthless as paper that can be broken at the touch of a touch...

"It would be great if we could have really strong strength... Sora."

Instead of finding out the truth and evidence of the disintegration of the family, they were targeted by Chen Feng, causing troubles for the Xuan Clan...

Qi En sighed with emotion while cleaning up the tragedy on the city gate.

Those who can stand on the front line of the battlefield are basically fighters who have broken through the eighth rank. With the blessing of spiritual weapons and equipment, their strength is almost all at the peak of the ninth rank.

Such a team, ordinary defense is simply irresistible!

Because, this is not a quantity of two.

Instead, thousands...strike in Legionary fashion!

The strength of the ninth level... This level of strength, I am afraid that the Holy Leaf can be counted on one hand.

In Morrowind, only those strengthened 'special envoys' could slow down the offensive a bit...but that's all.

"Um."

Understanding what her elder brother was longing for, Sora nodded slightly.

The two of them barely reached the eighth level...but because their physiques were not cultivated since childhood, and the exercises they got from the Wanfa Tongdian were not excellent...so they could only deal with the battlefield and civilians in the rear of the army Jurisdiction... do some logistical work.

"If you are serious enough, maybe you can find something..."

Returning to this land again, seeing most of the residents hiding in their rooms, Qi En's heart felt better...

Ever since he was a child...the Majesty of Morrowind has been crazy...began to look for wars everywhere to please the god named Atel...

Perhaps from that day on, the people of Morrowind are destined to have such an injured day...

The Xuan Clan does not harm civilians, perhaps this is already the best result.

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In the royal city of Morrowind - the Temple of War:

"Master Atel, the soldiers and horses of the Xuan clan are about to attack the king city!"

The High King of Morrowind: Rodel, now wearing a noble uniform, wandering back and forth in the temple...

The controller of this morning breeze is a middle-aged male... He has a ring of rigid beard, looks powerful and full of martial arts.

However, such a person in power is now in the temple, feeling endless distress for the incoming enemies.

"Our advance team was defeated... After that, the special envoy you transformed was also unable to stand alone in the face of the opponent's attack... The strength of the opponent is far stronger than we imagined!"

That race that once barely resisted even an amateur guard...why is it so terrifying now? !

No matter what, Rodel couldn't figure it out...Even Atel's special envoy couldn't resist those lunatics!

"Master Atel, we need more envoys..."

A man gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of a stone statue shrouded in black mist, praying to the gods...

"More Envoys..."

The illusory tone sounded from inside the stone statue, carrying a few hints of unidentified emotion.

"Can..."

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"Qin? Why are you?!"

Walking on the street that has been completely cleared, Qi En wanted to post some placards to calm people's hearts, to stabilize the law and order in the city... But just as he started to do it, he heard an exclamation from the alley next to the street .

"Huh? Naeo? Why are you here?"

Seeing this beautiful woman like a big sister appear at the entrance of the alley, Qi En stared slightly, feeling a little unbelievable...

Naio, when he and Sola were running the tavern in Chenfeng...he used to come here often, and at the same time, he also solved many problems about the business certificate for the tavern...

Because this eldest lady came from some upper-class nobles, she provided a lot of help during that time, which left a deep impression on Qi En.

But...if everything is normal, this sister should be near the royal city, why did she appear in this city?

"you..."

"We've just moved here...and then there's the war..."

"Ah...sorry..."

As a young and strong man, Qi En used to have a lot of affection for this elegant big sister...

If Sola hadn't been pulling him to act as husband and wife, maybe he would really try to get in touch with Neoodo...

But, after all, it has reached the point of war now...

The woman in a noble dress put her hands together, with a gentle smile on her face:

"Is your wife not hurt? Are you here?"

"Ah...I'm posting..."

Just as he was about to subconsciously answer, Qi En realized that Suo La had appeared behind Naeo with a cold face at some point!

The long sword that shone coldly was held in the girl's hand, with anger and murderous intent in her eyes, she blatantly struck at Nao's slender neck!

Dripping blood bloomed in front of Qi En's eyes... He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his hands trembling slightly...

"What's wrong with me? Little sister?"

The stiff Nayo turned his head and looked at the murderous young girl.

The gentle and elegant woman grasped the blade of the sword with her right hand abruptly... The blow that was supposed to cut off her right hand directly... only left a shallow cut on the opponent's palm...

Scarlet color appeared in Naeo's eyes, sharp claws and fangs... completely turned this noble woman into a ferocious monster!

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