Virus Throne

Prince Qingzhuo was born in the Sixty-Four Star Regions Shili Empire, where the war was relatively mild. As a member of the Throne Training Camp, how could he not know Prince Dongtian? It's just that they have never had much interaction.

On the way to chase Xu Youran, he was always wondering why the famous Prince Dongtian chose to participate in the competition as an ordinary awakener?

But Qingzhuo, who was completely enraged by Xu Youran, still chased him recklessly and ran into the real Prince Dongtian head-on.

Seeing the violent offensive of Jinglun, Dongtian and other evildoers, Qingzhuo immediately calmed down.

If he hadn't been chasing Xu Youran in anger, a large number of masters from the 12th Division would have come, and he would have definitely fled thousands of miles away to ensure his own safety first.

It is said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Since ancient times, saints have said that it is absolutely right to temporarily avoid the front.

Then organize a large number of masters from the 13th Division to kill all the invading enemies. This is the way a gentleman uses troops.

But Xu Youran's insults made him completely lose his mind, and it was too late to escape now.

Now think about it, the guy pretending to be Dongtian was definitely just a bait, trying to lure him over and kill him while he was alone.

Qingzhuo had died in the past ten days, and he died more than once, but this time he died in a really aggrieved way.

Jinglun, Dongtian, Qiusang, Yuntian...

These are the elites in the throne training camp. If any one of them fights alone, it is still unknown who will win.

Nearly ten masters of the same level attacked together, and Qingzhuo could only go down to eat.

Therefore, he did not hate these geniuses who surrounded him, but he hated Xu Youran who led him into the siege.

Qingzhuo tried his best to resist the violent offensive of the crowd, while gritting his teeth and shouting hoarsely, "Who are you, you despicable villain?"

With so many evil geniuses attacking, Xu Youran knew that Qingzhuo would inevitably die, so he hid aside with peace of mind.

Hearing Qingzhuo's roar, he turned around and left subconsciously.

He is not the kind of person who likes to show off. It is enough to kill the enemy. Why should he let the enemy become a ghost and not let you go.

"I hate it..." Qingzhuo was beaten and spurted blood. There was not a single intact bone in his body. His eyes were full of unwillingness and overwhelming hatred.

Jinglun, Dongtian and others looked over and saw Xu Youran's back disappearing in the chaotic army.

"That's the ghost slayer of Xukong Mountain, hahaha..." Dongtian laughed wildly and stabbed the black Fangtian painted halberd at Dongtian, "You turtle grandson dared to scold me, die!"

"Bang!" Prince Qingzhuo, a demon-level genius, was immediately blown into a ball of blood mist, which was scattered all over the sky.

Before he died, Qingzhuo's last thought flashed through his mind.

A gentleman does not lie. When did I scold you, Dongtian?

Qingzhuo finally reacted when his eyes went black and his consciousness completely sank.

Nima!

It must be that kid from Void Mountain who is causing trouble...

In a side hall of the Shili Empire in the Sixty-Four Star Domains, a group of top talents of the Shili Empire are chatting and laughing around the scoreboard.

Some are playing the piano, some are playing chess, some are reading, and some are painting, what an elegant style.

Prince Qingzhuo, who is in the middle of the group of talents, is getting uglier and uglier as he listens to the waiter's explanation.

Finally, he waved his sleeves, stood up with a sullen face, quickly left the side hall, and went straight to the main hall.

The geniuses of the Shili Empire were a little confused, and they were completely confused. What happened to make Prince Qingzhuo lose his composure like this?

In the main hall, apart from the guards, there was only a white-haired old man wearing a tall crown and a simple robe who was concentrating on painting.

Prince Qingzhuo knelt down on the ground with a "thump", "Father, please make the decision for your son..."

This kind of behavior of looking for parents when you can't win is unique to the second generation of rich people, the second generation of officials, and the second generation of gods.

Xu Youran, a fool, naturally couldn't understand. If you can't win, just practice hard and fight back. As long as you have a breath left, there will always be a day to avenge your shame.

He knew that Qingzhuo would die, so he turned around and charged into the enemy camp again. Although he was already wounded, he really had no other choice.

The points were still negative. It was really too ugly if he didn't think of a solution.

Although he didn't know it yet, his points were still the last in the universe so far.

But when he was communicating with others about the scores, he felt that something was wrong.

Why did he feel that it was not good?

The entire thirty-three-star domain death squad, hundreds of people added together, probably didn't have a low score like him. The average score of all people was only about negative ten points.

Geniuses with negative scores of more than 100 were rare, and there were no geniuses with negative scores of more than 1,000.

He alone had more than 5,000 negative points. Isn't this too much?

According to the average data of these people, his score was definitely one of the rare ones.

While the masters from the 13th Division have not arrived yet, let's use these small fry to earn some points.

Not only Xu Youran, but also a large number of top masters from the 12th Division were the first to arrive in the 13th Division. Almost everyone was killing frantically with the same goal.

Of course, people like Jinglun and Dongtian were selected for the Throne Training Camp, not just by talent. Which one of them didn't climb up by stepping on the corpses of countless people?

Almost all members of the Throne Training Camp have stepped into the interstellar battlefield, which is an epic battlefield that is far more magnificent and grand than this challenge.

Compared to the interstellar battlefield where the top forces of the two camps collided, this challenge match was bloody and violent enough, but it lacked the strong sense of oppression and deep despair and sorrow.

Yes, despair and sorrow!

Every warrior who set foot on the interstellar battlefield for the first time will involuntarily feel deep despair and sorrow in his heart.

That is the future of human civilization, deep despair and sorrow.

Everyone knows that if the war between the two camps continues to burn, human civilization will never have a future.

Although everyone knows this, they have to pick up swords and shields, sing tragic songs, die generously, and look forward to the return of their souls to their hometowns.

Just like Xu Youran at this moment, looking around, there are endless crowds of people, and the whole world is an enemy.

The sharp sword energy cut through the sky, thorns and vines were like monster dragons, bullet rain mixed with ice cones, snowflakes were like flying knives that penetrated everywhere, and flaming snakes danced wildly in the wind, burning every inch of his skin, rows of sharp earth spikes rose from the ground, and fiercely burning meteorites fell from the sky.

Countless awakening skills, like scars blooming on the earth, and like a carnival to celebrate death.

All kinds of combat skills that have been heard and not heard of, all kinds of strange skills that have been seen and not seen, Xu Youran, who was caught in the sea of ​​mass war, was as fragile as a candle in the wind, and could be shattered and shattered at any time.

Even though the large army of Division 12 was rushing towards Division 13 not far behind him, it was undoubtedly just a drop of water in the ocean for Division 13, which was fighting at home.

There are also a large number of true geniuses in the 13th Division, and there are also many peerless geniuses, and there are also several members of the Throne Training Camp.

Being caught off guard by the 12th Division, they did take some advantage, but the counterattack of the 13th Division came immediately.

A large number of top masters who had copied their original bodies launched a fierce counterattack against the 12th Division army that had just landed and had not yet gained a foothold.

The large force following behind the 12th Division had long known that there was another division ahead, and it was full of enemies and points. Everyone's eyes were green, and they rushed to the 13th Division like hungry wolves.

No one knew how strong the overall strength of the 13th Division was, and no one knew that they would be resurrected in the 13th Division after death. Everyone just screamed wildly, like a migrating locust swarm, covering the sky and rushing towards the main continent.

The large force of the 12th Division was no longer satisfied with that small landing point. Many people even flew directly to the main continent from the second to last and third to last pieces of wreckage.

The edge of the main continent became the most dangerous defense line for the red and blue sides. The red camp was killed and retreated hundreds of kilometers. Hundreds of thousands of blue camp contestants cleared a large landing area for the latecomers.

But then, the red camp immediately launched a fierce counterattack, and 1g of contestants from the 13th Division swarmed in, and hundreds of thousands of blue camp contestants were immediately strangled to death.

The contestants from the 12th Division were already killing, and all the contestants in the entire division were gradually approaching the 13th Division.

The contestants at the front, even if they didn't want to enter the 13th Division at this moment, it was too late. They were dragged by their own people behind them and launched a crazy attack on the 13th Division again.

Jinglun, Dongtian, Zhiqiu, Yuntian, Qiusang, Guanghan, Lingyin, the three saints...

After these super geniuses reaped the first batch of war dividends, they were strangled on the spot by the contestants from the 13th Division who kept pouring in.

The fierce battle on the edge of the continent immediately attracted countless eyes from the entire universe.

The dead in front had no time to revive, and the broken limbs and flesh were piled on the ground, and the blood flowed into a long river. The contestants behind had already rushed over desperately.

All the people in the universe who could see this scene through the Kingdom of God system were collectively speechless and stunned.

Brave...

Tragic...

Tragic...

It was really too brave!

It was really too tragic!

It was really too tragic!

People who have never stepped into the interstellar battlefield are thinking, will the interstellar battlefield be the same brave, tragic, and tragic?

People who have stepped into the interstellar battlefield are sighing that the star-level battlefield is ten or a hundred times more brave, tragic, and tragic than here!

On this tragic battlefield with mountains of corpses, everyone saw a strange thing, fighting since the beginning of landing, and still fighting until now.

As violent as a mad demon, as vicious as a money wolf, as cunning as a nine-tailed fox, as tenacious as a boulder...

It was like a tireless war machine, with scars all over its body, rushing into the enemy's camp like a bloody man!