The Age of Global Gods: from Demigods to Dominators of Crystal Walls

　　There were more conflicts on both sides, and those desert snake raiders, who were also Tier [-], wielded four machetes to activate skills.

　　"Swish, swish, swish—"

　　A machete slashed like a scythe of death in the slashing.

　　Before he had time to draw out his battle stick, the bear frogmen, who were less sensitive, fell to the ground, and took this opportunity to rush into both sides of the front in an attempt to disrupt the formation.

　　The battlefield has completely entered the most primitive stage of hand-to-hand combat.

　　The smell of blood filled the air, and the wailing voices were trampled or squeezed between the corpses and slowly died out.

　　The most brutal meat grinder is taking shape.

　　Devouring the lives of the two races, but more of the madness that erupted for the sake of their respective gods.

　　It's just that the desert snake man was madly waving four machetes, strangling the bear frogmen whose defenses were weakened and fell into the wind. The frogman became more and more angry when he was strangled.

　　The blood in the eyes is filled with tiny black threads. This is the blood of the devil activated in the extreme pain and anger!

　　"Hoo ho ho ho ho ho--" was finally adopted by the completely angry bear frogmen warriors at this moment.

　　Into a state of extreme madness!

　　"It's impossible!" Wang Nongchao looked at all this, his face suddenly changed. .

Chapter 60

　　Wang Nongchao's face really changed, his calmness, confidence, and arrogance all disappeared.

　　Looking at the bear frogman who was covered in black mist, his voice trembled slightly.

　　"That's...that's the bloodline of the devil?!"

　　As a student of Emerald City, the network is also in Emerald City.

　　Wang Nongchao is of course aware of the strength of this demon bloodline—because in the past, their Emerald City had the existence of gods inherited from the abyss!

　　Even in the quarter-finals and semi-finals battle this time, he also saw the descendants of that family standing with them.

　　"This Zhao Sheng is definitely not from the Tang family. After all, there is only that woman in the Tang family of this generation!"

　　"And why come from a commoner, he is clearly Zhao Sheng from an ordinary family..."

　　"Can you get the power of demon blood?!"

　　He was breathing heavily.

　　At this time, Wang Nongchao discovered that the situation on the battlefield seemed to be beyond his grasp.

　　Devil's blood, this kind of thing has advantages and disadvantages, but as long as it is used well, it is not impossible to win this victory.

　　"Even if the harm outweighs the benefit, it would be too extravagant to arrange for high school students in the early stage!"

　　"If it really attracts the attention of the abyss consciousness fragments and instills the power of chaos..."

　　"Isn't that... the second Tang family before condensing the virtual godhead?!"

　　Thinking of this, Wang Nongchao's whole body seemed to be wrapped in throbbing.

　　The confidence and arrogance of the past are all gone.

　　Looking at Zhao Sheng's eyes, there was a little more fear and vigilance: "He will be one of my strong enemies in the senior department."

　　As for the underlings, those desert snakes and bear frogs who were still fighting together, Wang Nongchao did not continue to care.

　　Because when the bear frogman burst out with demon blood and began to enter a state of madness, he knew:

　　"In this game, I can only be reduced to the top eight, and I have to retire sadly."

　　"I'm a little unwilling to be called a genius since I was a child!"

　　But in the area where snow mountains and deserts meet.

　　The battle continues.

　　It was a tragic battle of life-for-life, desert snakes and bear frogmen, almost a life-and-death battle.

　　The blood was splashing, the stump and the broken arm fell to the ground with the corpse, and the roars, mourning, and prayers sounded one after another.

　　There is also the blunt friction of the machete breaking through the leather armor that has been eroded into the crispy meat.

　　The sound of the knife cutting into the flesh and slashing fiercely.

　　same.

　　The sound of the spear piercing the mail and the flesh, the sound of the battle stick smashing the machete, the head and limbs.

　　Mixed with groaning and heavy breathing, as well as the roar that became more and more frantic under the stimulation of death.

　　The two sides fought to the death in a short moment.

　　Hundreds of dead bodies fell!

　　"Roar—" But this tragic situation stimulated the bear frogman's roar even more.

　　They don't even care about the injuries on their bodies. Combining the excitement generated by the white bear's fighting spirit and the madness of the devil's blood blessed by the demon bear's physique, they have begun to die in their own way, and they have to pull the other party to die together. The fight!

　　So much so that those desert snakemen who were not so crazy at all calmed down slowly.

　　Or in the face of this deadly battle...

　　Slow down!

　　Which races are really willing to die?

　　Now, this battle with the bear frogmen, in the eyes of the desert snake people, is death!

　　Those who are obviously in a madness, and even their mouths full of sharp teeth are about to bite themselves, which completely makes these desert snake people terrified.

　　"Kill! Kill! Kill..." While fighting, he couldn't help but slowly twisted his python tail and slid backwards.

　　With the cold light waving from the four arms, I wanted to temporarily open the distance.

　　At least not shaking together like this.

　　A life has changed!

　　It's not worth it!

　　Yes, it's really not worth it!

　　Although the machete is sharp, the killing effect it can produce is also very obvious.

　　However, for the bear frogmen with rough skin and thick flesh and wearing two layers of armor that barely has a defensive effect, it is often only a serious injury.

　　But when the wrought iron battle sticks drawn by the bear frogmen hit them...

　　There is absolutely no way for the armor to defend.

　　This itself is a blunt weapon with an armor-piercing effect.

　　Even if there are no scars on the surface, after resisting a few times, not only the tiger's mouth on the hand is broken, but even the machete is broken.

　　Coupled with the appreciation of being drawn to the body and shaking the internal organs, the desert snake people are really hard to resist.

　　Some snake people's death form is to bleed from the nose and mouth and succumb to the ground.

　　Essential wound.

　　It was the death caused by being drawn to the chest by the battle stick, shattering the sternum, and destroying the heart and other internal organs!

　　Wang Nongchao gritted his teeth and did not intend to continue fighting: "Very good, student Zhao Sheng, I hope we have a chance to fight again, and for me, I don't think such opportunities are too few." Taking advantage of his own troops There is no obvious disadvantage yet, and it is okay to surrender as soon as possible.

　　Anyway, next, he is also qualified to go to those newly discovered planes, and he doesn't have to worry about getting places.

　　So as he ordered surrender, the whole person turned into a phantom and gradually faded away.

　　And those desert serpent people are similar.

　　[Freshman Championship (Eight and Four Finals)]

　　[Record]: Wang Nongchao, Class [-], No. [-] Middle School, chose to abstain.

　　[Record]: Zhao Sheng, Class [-], No. [-] Middle School won this battle.

　　[Record]: The special dream projection battle field is preparing to be formatted.

　　[Record]: All players return to the battlefield chat room.

　　……

　　When Zhao Sheng slowly opened his eyes, he was standing in a more secluded void.

　　At this time, there were already three other people waiting for him.

　　A slender figure like a fairy, shrouded in green mist.

　　Shrouded in the black mist, there is a figure with a slender, slender tail waggling like a demon.

　　And there was that figure whose whole body was shrouded in dazzling white light.

　　obviously.

　　These three plus Zhao Sheng are the winners of the eighth and four-finals.

　　"It seems that I wasted a lot of time." Zhao Sheng scratched his head when he saw that they were all looking at him.

　　After all, it's not the same thing to keep others waiting for you.

　　"Zhao Sheng, I didn't expect you to be there." The hoarse voice hidden in the black mist appeared: "It really surprised me, annoyed me, and I hope to meet you in the next game, and then defeat you, thus erasing it. My previous shame!"

　　"Humph!" But the man said, the fairy next to him shrouded in the green mist just snorted.

　　Obviously she wanted to say something, but was robbed of her lines.

　　Of course Zhao Sheng didn't know.

　　Scratching his head, he seemed to think of something: "You are the Tang Xieyin I defeated at that time, right?"

　　It's a bit too much to forget people's names before.

　　"Humph!" But the figure shrouded in black mist shook violently, apparently suppressing his anger.

　　Hitting people without slapping in the face, this Zhao Sheng directly made him extremely embarrassing.