This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 735: Is there internal strife between the company and the army?

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[New content in Beta0.7: Zombie Mutants]

[Characteristics: No head weaknesses of conventional mutants, stronger recovery ability, higher toughness, and some are equipped with a small amount of mechanical prosthetics. Most of the "Mutants" have no obvious difference in appearance from other green-skinned mutants, so be careful if you encounter them! 】

[Weaknesses: Strong resistance to radiation and toxic substances, no obvious weaknesses. 】

[Recommended ammunition: 20 mm or more ammunition, explosive bombs (bolter guns), dragon breath bombs (shotguns), thermobaric bombs (RPG launchers), etc.]

[To be verified: flamethrower, Molotov cocktail, etc. (Note: Please keep a safe distance to avoid being knocked down by burning mutants)]

Bringing an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Good guy, it turns out to be an elite monster secretly changed!"

I feel sleepy when I wake up: "I so **** thought it was a bug!"

Ye Shi: "Then the question is, how do you know that A Guang didn't make Bug into an elite monster? (Funny)"

Quiting smoking: "That makes sense, damn!"

Yin Leina: "Ah Guang: That's good, don't say it again next time. (Funny)"

Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "It's unscientific...it can grow back after being shot in the head. That's not what is written in our biology books. Should Planner Dog consider retaking the nine-year compulsory education?"

Ye Shi: "It makes sense, but why don't you ask how psychohistory can completely count all variables? What is the thing shot by a nuclear gun? How does the Force drive a lightsaber? ? How do the nerve centers and immune systems of higher animals become dehydrated? And...why does SpongeBob ask the magical conch whenever he has a question?"

Tyrannosaurus: "I know Spongebob, he doesn't ask about the magical conch in every episode, what are the other things? (Confused)"

Elven King Fugui: "You're going to burn out his CPU by asking so many questions at once. (Funny)"

Ye Shi: "It's weird, I thought he could understand at least two, it's unscientific. (Funny)"

Quiting smoking: "Hahahahaha!"

……

About two kilometers north of the Weifu Military Base, there is an abandoned small village.

This used to be a small village under the Fuzhuang settlement. After the torch came, the people here disappeared and the whole village was abandoned.

When the Southern Construction Corps first arrived here, they borrowed the house here for a period of time, and then moved away from here after the military base was built.

Later the war between the Sticky Community and the Torch officially started, and the coalition forces stationed at the Weifu military base. The survivors of Mafu Town often drove their carriages over to do business. Over time, they simply moved into the nameless village and left the dilapidated facilities. It was renovated and some taverns and hotels were opened.

Later, a group of professional life players moved the barbecue grill here, and the originally peaceful and peaceful village suddenly became "smoky".

A humble tavern.

Several enterprise soldiers sat at a table, drinking and having skewers while mumbling.

"What a bad luck!"

Tang Feng slammed his wine glass on the wooden table and cursed in the second row.

Several Free State soldiers at the next table looked at each other, and one of them turned sideways and looked at him and asked.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Tang Feng burped and said smelling of wine.

“Our commander took us for a walk on the front line, but he dragged us back without firing a shot!”

The man said with a smile.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

It would be most comfortable not to have to go to the front line. If possible, he would really like to stay in the rear.

But this is impossible.

Each combat unit has its own mission, and it's always their turn.

However, the brain circuits of the residents of Ideal City are always different from those of other people in the wasteland.

"What a hammer!" Tang Feng glared and shouted, "We are here to kill mutants! We are not here to drink! Where can you not drink? Do you have to come here!" ”

"That's right!" Another soldier in the second platoon sitting next to him also complained, "We are here for the destiny of all mankind! Even if the endpoint cloud cannot be accessed here, we have never complained. ! After we came here, we discovered that there was nothing like what we were after here!"

The Free State soldier was stunned for a moment and asked incomprehensively.

"What are you pursuing?"

Tang Feng said without hesitation.

"Ideals, courage, and of course others... I hope my name will be a source of pride in the eyes of my relatives and friends, just like the crew of the Pioneer."

Several Free State soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with admiration.

He is indeed a guy from Ideal City.

The pattern is different!

They are different.

They are here for money, and the people who sent them here are certainly here for money.

As for the higher level, there may be other purposes.

But that's what those guys worry about, and they don't really care.

They just want to pay off their debts as soon as possible, make more money that they will never spend in their lifetime, end this **** up life of one meal and live a slow-paced retirement life.

However, although they have no dreams, for people without dreams, people who have dreams and are willing to take action for them are indeed very attractive, as if they are radiating light from all over.

Maybe it’s not the skyscrapers of the ideal city that shine, after all, they also have that kind of thing, but what really shines is the ideals in the hearts of the people there...

At least that's what they think.

"Adem, a sniper from the 7th Battalion of the Hound Special Forces." A calloused palm patted Tang Feng's shoulder, and Adem gave a thumbs up in admiration, "What I admire most are you guys who don't Those who work hard for reward, when I finish paying off the loan, I will be like you and live for the freedom in my heart... Please allow me to treat the warriors of mankind to a drink!"

Dizzied by the flattery, Tang Feng smiled sheepishly, stretched out his hand and bumped his fist with him.

"Tang Feng, 1st Regiment, 1st Battalion, 2nd Platoon...wait, sniper? Are you a sniper?"

Seeing his eyes suddenly widen in surprise, Adem paused and asked.

"You too?"

"No, but I am a sniper six," Tang Feng rubbed his nose with his index finger in embarrassment and said with a smile, "It's a pity that our class does not have a sniper. We even have a sniper squad in the company. No, I will definitely use a sniper."

Adem's eyes lit up and he said in surprise.

"What a coincidence. It seems that you have a lot of knowledge about sniping. Let's discuss it some other time."

Tang Feng agreed immediately.

"No problem... Speaking of which, where do you usually dance?"

Adem was stunned for a moment.

"Jump...where?"

At this moment, a few sneers came from the side.

On the table not far away, I saw a few big-nosed people drinking wine with their eyes drifting towards this side.

It can be seen from the wine bottles placed next to them that these guys drank a lot.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t be talking more and more.

"One regiment and one battalion...yes, that's the number."

"Aren't these the guys from yesterday?"

"Haha, Ideal City's loser."

"It can't be said that the awakened ones have a better appetite. Maybe they are all awakened ones?"

"Are you kidding, just those guys who treat awakening as a terminal illness?"

At first Tang Feng didn't want to pay attention to them. The rudeness of the Weilant people was obvious to everyone in the wasteland.

However, the voices of these guys are becoming more and more unrestrained, reaching a level that cannot be ignored.

Tang Feng, who had just been praised a bit, immediately became angry, slapped the table with his hand and stood up.

"Say it again!"

The originally lively tavern instantly fell silent, including the noisy group of Willantes.

However, the latter only paused for a few seconds and then burst into laughter again.

"What? You want to say that even a little bit can bite people? Then I would like to see it."

The Wilante man who had the loudest voice before stood up with squinted eyes, unbuttoned his straight military uniform and threw it aside, revealing a light green vest and a bunch of strong muscles.

He exuded a dangerous aura, like a cheetah ready to attack.

Obviously.

He doesn’t just have words, he also has some capital.

Tang Feng drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp and threw his coat on the back of the chair nearby.

"Want to meet a biting bastard? Can't you just go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, or do you have to ask me to ask you to see a doctor?"

He doesn't have many muscles on his body, as if he has just been trained recently, but his momentum is not weak at all.

The bionic plug-in attached to his irises has been aimed at that ugly nose. He swore that he could dent that thing in three strokes, as accurately as a fully equipped G9 "Black" Swan" assault rifle.

It doesn’t take much effort and any adult can do it.

The companion on the side took his arm and reminded him with eyes that were not yet drunk.

"Hey, don't cause trouble, or be careful about being sent back."

"Then let the commander send me back," Tang Feng curled his lips and twisted his neck dismissively, "I don't think he has any intention of letting us go to the front line."

Being sent back is not worse than wasting time here, not to mention that he can wait for the opponent to make the first move and then fight back. No one can blame him even if he goes to court martial.

He is doing it for the honor of the entire Ideal City. Not only will the jury side with him, but so will the vast majority of people in the entire Endpoint Cloud who share the same honor as him.

While the people from the company were trying to break up the fight, the Weiland people were still watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.

"Damon, this guy seems to look down on you?"

"Haha, don't be underestimated by a loser."

"Shut up," the guy named Damon cursed, staring at Tang Feng and narrowing his eyes, "I'll beat him down first, and then I'll deal with you."

"Don't use your mouth," the man joked playfully, showing an expression of watching a good show, "I'm not good at that."

The tension between the two parties was tense, and the whole tavern was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Nearly all the guests in the tavern cast curious glances here.

On one side are people from the enterprise, and on the other side are people from the legion.

If the former gives in, these guys will undoubtedly have a solid reputation as a loser, but if the latter gives in, then the reputation of the Velant people as a fighting race is probably a bit false.

Everyone is curious to see how these two groups of people will end up.

Including players sitting in a tavern drinking.

Especially because of his big eye for debt, he just watched the excitement and started to be a banker at the opening of the market without taking it too seriously.

"It's a small gamble to make me happy. I'm a little gambler to make me happy. Is there anyone who wants to place a bet?"

Outlaw maniac: "I bet fifty silver coins! The Valantians can beat that guy down!"

Seeing this, he wanted to overwhelm the legion and win, so he smiled with big eyes and said slowly.

"That's not necessarily true. If that guy dares to stand up and take over, he probably has two brushes in his hands."

Seeing that no one believed it, he paused and continued to give advice.

"As we all know, the guy from Ideal City likes to wear prosthetics and smart wearable devices. Maybe he has a mantis knife hidden in his sleeve!"

What old players say still carries some weight in the ears of newcomers.

A pair of eyes suddenly widened.

"Damn it, there won't be any blood, right?"

"Awesome! I'll buy one hundred silver coins and the company will win!"

"I also buy businesses!"

Seeing the reversal of the multiple, the debt-ridden eyes were happy and their eyes narrowed with a smile.

When he thought of buying a legion, the Outlaw was a little anxious and walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, who will win the one you bought?"

Big Eyes glanced at him and whispered softly.

"Legion."

The eyes of the lawless maniac suddenly widened.

Holy shit!

This Goubi is no ordinary dog!

Seeing that the two men were about to start having sex, the boss behind the bar didn't know what to do.

Both sides were not people he could afford to offend, so he could only look to the good people of the alliance for help.

However, those guys didn't look here at all. They didn't seem to want to get involved in the conflict between the enterprise and the legion. They just said something in Didi Gugu in words he couldn't understand.

Just when the tavern owner was sweating anxiously, a cough that was neither light nor heavy suddenly sounded from the center of the whirlpool.

"You can't prove anything even if you fight. One person's bravery and a group of people are two different things. For example...that group of mutants, even if I want to defeat them in a one-on-one duel, it's hard for me to defeat them. It’s very difficult. But on the battlefield, we fought each other based on our abilities, and they didn’t even have a chance to touch me.”

Hearing the untimely voice, the Vallant man named Damon squinted his eyes and looked over. He saw a guy in a blue coat and couldn't help curling his lips.

"So?"

Tang Feng also frowned, looked at the alliance friend and whispered.

"Don't interfere in this matter."

"You misunderstood. I didn't want to stop you, but it's just that there's no way to tell the winner." Seeing both of them staring at him, Mosquito sighed and continued slowly, "So we might as well change the competition. A posture that is more civilized and elegant than fighting, and that better reflects a soldier's military qualities."

He couldn't make up any more, so he coughed hard, took out a few decks of cards from his pocket and slapped them on the table, ending his nonsense.

"Anyway, let's play a game of Gwent first."

Both of them were stunned for a moment, especially the Wilant man named Damon.

"What is that?"

Tang Feng frowned slightly, and another corporate soldier sitting next to him whispered.

"I seem to have heard of it...was it last year or the year before?"

Mosquito smiled and said: "It must have been last year. My brother seemed to have sent it to the auction as an exhibit, but that idiot was not a businessman. He didn't grasp the essence of this game at all. He only copied it mechanically. So much so that it didn't become popular at all... But it doesn't matter, I can demonstrate it to you personally."

"Does that mean these are corporate rules?" Dimon narrowed his eyes, "Isn't this unfair to us who don't understand the rules?"

"The rules of the company? No, this is something we made in the shelter. Obviously these guys don't understand it, but I think they seem to be quite willing to try new things," he glanced at Tang who was eager to try. Feng, Mosquito looked at Damon again, smiled and used the provocation method, "Or are you afraid?"

Damon smiled disdainfully.

"How is that possible?"

Just kidding.

He is also a reserve officer after all. He graduated from a regular military academy and received orthodox military training.

Although he can fight, he is not the only one who can fight.

"Then come and sit down," Mosquito narrowed his eyes with a smile and stretched out his hand to pull out the chair for him, "You first pick a deck of cards to be your own deck, and then I will tell you the rules of the game. Start with Let’s start talking about the camp part..."

The rules of Gwent are not complicated. There are initially a total of 150 cards, including 4 camps and neutral cards.

There are three main areas on the scene: melee, long-range, and siege, as well as weather cards, hero cards, and lord cards.

But of course what the mosquito took out was not the original rules, but the rules after magic modification.

For example, in addition to the four camps of Nilfgaard, Northern Realm, Scoia'tael and Monsters, he also added a lot of "self-created" camps and decks, and in order to make these decks smoothly compatible A self-created "second design" for the game.

Such as trap cards, magic cards, equipment cards, etc.

The guy named Damon from Willant wasn't interested at first, but after hearing the guy's eloquent beeping, he couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Not only were the two people in the center of the tavern the focus of attention, other drinkers also listened curiously.

After all, there are no entertainment facilities here. A set of rules that are not too complicated and a bunch of colorful cards seem quite interesting.

But...

There are so many cards, can you remember them all?

And if you want to collect all the cards, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money...

"I basically understand the rules, when does it start?" Having understood all the rules, Damon had an eager expression on his face and looked at the guy who called himself a mosquito and asked.

"You can do it at any time." After saying that, Mosquito looked at Tang Feng, who was sitting on the other side of the wooden table, and said with excitement, "Where are you here?"

"Me too," suddenly thought of something, Tang Feng added at the end, "By the way, this is an upright duel, don't favor me."

"How could it be? I have always been fair! Even if the manager is sitting here, I will never allow him to cheat in front of me!"

The eyes are on him anyway, and he can close them at any time if necessary.

However, the focus of everyone's attention in the tavern is on another matter——

Even managers play Gwent? !

When they thought of this, everyone stared at the card table in high spirits. They even stopped drinking and left their seats to squeeze in.

Seeing that his emotions had reached their peak, Mosquito coughed hard, and opened his unique drake voice amidst the boiling heckles.

"Then now——"

"The duel begins!"

……

Although playing cards is not as exciting as fighting, he can't resist Mosquito's eloquent mouth, and with his sharp tongue, he heats up the atmosphere of the scene.

In a place like a pub, the atmosphere is like the BGM of a movie.

Coupled with a lively and exciting BGM, even Landlords can shoot better than Bo Ren Chuan Ran.

Not to mention that the cards the mosquitoes pulled out were full of stories and topics. It was not easy to find something to say!

Anyway, the passers-by who gathered around to watch the excitement didn’t understand. Amidst the enthusiastic commentary, they all cheered for this evenly matched rookies pecking each other.

The hustle and bustle in the lobby of the tavern made it easier to sell even the beer.

Looking at the excited crowd, the boss sitting behind the bar finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat hanging on his forehead, and cast a grateful look like the mosquito who was trying so hard to explain.

As for the players who were watching, they were confused when they heard it, and they were even dumbfounded when they saw the cards the two men drew.

“What the hell, what the **** is the blue-eyed white dragon?”

"Why the **** did the Champion of Khorne show up too?"

"Drew Yin???"

"Pfft, Teng Teng's artwork can add defense???"

After listening to the mosquito beeping for a while, they almost forgot what the original rules of the game were.

But that thing is not important in the first place.

Mosquito even made up a bunch of rules on the fly, completely forgetting the fairness he had just said before.

However, because the logic is too self-consistent, no one raised objections.

The score rule was changed from best-of-three games to best-of-five games. The two people sitting in front of the wooden table scored two points each.

Seeing that it was already the last game, both of them were stacking their cards and staring at their opponents fiercely.

Standing behind Damon, a group of Wilantes roared with blushing faces and booed loudly.

"Come on! Damon!"

"Fuck him to death!"

"Use that Super Mutant card in your hand! Hit that guy in the head hard!"

Seeing these cheaters blowing up his cards, Damon almost lost his temper and vomited blood, and abandoned himself and played out the most powerful card.

"Shut up, you guys!"

The rules of this game are a bit like Tian Ji's horse racing. Once the opponent knows the cards in his hand, there is no way to play.

Not missing this momentary mistake, Tang Feng, who was sitting opposite, took out the magic card that he had been saving for a long time and threw it out, then threw it on the table with a grin.

"It's finally my turn!"

"Activate the magic card! Resurrection! My blue-eyed white dragon!

"

The mosquito sitting on the referee's bench suddenly jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Blue-eyed White Dragon! The moment it is summoned, it can launch an attack on the field! Remove a card from the opponent's melee area whose initial combat power is not higher than your own!"

Without bonus, both cards have 100 combat power points.

The moment he finished speaking, Mosquito quickly took the super mutant card away and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Seeing his trump card being eliminated, Damon, who was sitting across from him, suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell!"

The indebted man standing next to the card table couldn't help but curse.

"Holy shit, this is okay?!"

Mosquito, who was sitting on the referee's bench, raised his eyebrows at him and spoke in Mandarin.

"Hey, the situation on the battlefield is changing so quickly..."

As he spoke, he coughed and looked at the dumbfounded Weirant man again.

"Do you still want to play a card? If you don't play a card, the round will be over."

Playing cards will definitely result.

However, looking at that dark face, one knew that the rest of the battle was no longer suspense.

Just as he expected, the Wilante man spent all the remaining cards in his hand and failed to overturn the points on the field.

The winner has been decided.

Mosquito stepped on the card table, raised Tang Feng's arm, and loudly announced the winner of the duel.

"The winner is the warriors of the 100th Mountain Division! Tang Feng of the 1st Regiment, 1st Battalion and 2nd Platoon!"

Fierce cheers resounded throughout the audience.

Except for those players who knew the original rules and the Wilrantians who lost the game, almost all the wastelanders were happy to see it.

When Mosquito came down from the table, the debtor who had lost money grabbed him and said angrily.

"What the **** are you calling Gwent?!"

The mosquito clicked its tongue nonchalantly.

"You don't understand, this is called product localization and improvement... not to mention how much Gwent's cards can be sold for. I've exhausted all the cards in a few card packs. How the **** am I going to cut leeks."

The lawless maniac also said with an angry look.

"You are destroying the original work!"

Mosquito said with a cheeky smile.

"It doesn't matter, the original work is not my father! Anyway, those NPCs have never played it, and it's not me who has the final say about the rules. At worst, you can just call it Kunpai, just think it is nothing like that, anyway, it's okay It's the same to me."

Outlaw gangster: "@#%&!"

Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention, Tang Feng's face was filled with embarrassment, but seeing so many people cheering for his victory, his vanity was filled with satisfaction. He smiled humbly and waved to the people. .

Looking at the unconvinced expressions on the faces of those big-nosed people, Mosquito said with a smile after finishing dealing with his brother.

"Don't get excited, man. It's normal to win or lose in this game. One game doesn't mean anything. At worst, it will be over if you get the place back next time, unless...it's you who lose every time. Tomorrow I will still be here at this time. As for these cards in your hand, just think of them as gifts to you."

"Just wait for me!"

Staring at Tang Feng with a victorious smile on his face, Damon said a harsh word in annoyance, then looked at Mosquito and whispered.

"Are there any other cards? My card is terrible."

"Of course, but for other cards, you have to buy a card pack... Don't worry, it's not very expensive. There are 20 cards in a pack of 10 silver coins!" After a pause, Mosquito continued with a sincere face. , "Actually, cards are not the key to victory or defeat. The person who uses the cards is, just like the equipment. I recommend you to think through these cards first before forming other cards..."

This is actually nonsense. It is impossible for any card game to reduce the randomness to 0.

Especially this kind of game where entertainment attributes are stronger than competitive attributes.

The Wilante man was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and directly threw down a hundred silver coin bill.

"You'd better bring enough."

One silver coin can draw two cards, so he can buy 200 of them and take them back to ponder over them.

Why listen to his nonsense?

Seeing the banknote falling on the table, Mosquito grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he called to the stooge who was in the crowd and ordered the guy to squeeze in with a sack. The center of the crowd.

"Choose whatever you want! I wish you can build your favorite deck! Don't blame the card for failure next time!"

Damon put his hand into the sack with a dark face.

"Shut up!"

Mosquito chuckled and closed his mouth. Seeing this guy picking and choosing, he felt happy.

The cost of this kind of card pack was less than 1 silver coin, and he sold it more than ten times as soon as he changed hands!

What particularly made his heart burning were the eager eyes around him.

I'm afraid this sack isn't enough to sell!

Thinking of this, Mosquito couldn't help but wonder, maybe he could hold a Gwent competition and set a bonus or something...

Just as he expected, the large bags of cards he prepared were all sold out in a short time.

Especially those guys from Ideal City, all of them are money-hungry people, and they don’t have any money at all when it comes to spending money.

In order to draw the Blue Eyes White Dragon with 100 combat power, they wanted to open half of the card pack.

However, these guys don't know that the invincible **** card they are chasing now will become the younger brother in the next version.

100 combat power?

Haha, isn’t that just a younger brother?

Mosquito has already thought about what a card with ten thousand combat power looks like.

He has even considered adding several regiments from the alliance into the card pack!

After a while, the lobby of the tavern was filled with the sound of playing cards and the shouts of the Wastelanders.

Tang Feng said with emotion as he flipped through the pile of colorful cards in his hand.

"I don't understand why such an interesting thing is not popular in Ideal City?"

Small and beautiful games like this are indeed rare on Endpoint Cloud. Although those virtual worlds that often contain a planet are large, they are a bit empty.

It would be even better if the battle could be made into a virtual reality scene.

For example, use a holographic computer to project battle scenes and skill special effects.

Sitting on the table next to him, Mosquito, who was busy counting money, said with a smile.

"I said, my brother is not a businessman. The era of only selling products is long gone. Marketing must not only tell strategies, but also tell stories."

Tang Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Tell a story?"

Shuffle the cards in your hand, Mosquito said leisurely.

"Yes, just like today, a game of Gwent successfully prevented the internal strife between the Legion and the corporate alliance... What do you think of this story?"

After a pause, he cast his smug eyes out the window again.

"Speaking of which, this village doesn't seem to have a name yet... The nameless village sounds too lame, so why not just call it Quint Town."

Or Kunzhen is also good.

Before, this place seemed to be called Fuzhuang, which was also a monosyllable name.

Hearing these meaningful words, Tang Feng was stunned for a moment and suddenly came back to his senses.

Good guy.

Having been doing this for a long time, are they being used as guns? !

……

Just when the tavern not far from the front line was bustling with noise, there was an eerie silence on Broken Blade Mountain in the distance, with only the drones flying in the sky quietly peeking at the screen.

The middle-aged man in a white cloak stared at the Black Cloud Mountain in the distance, with no expression on his face.

However, no human being could "see" his face.

Except for his kind——

The "Human Emperor" standing behind him.

If that guy can still be considered a human being.

"Too weak..."

Facing his back to his colleagues who were also in heaven, the Beast King said in a very soft voice.

"If this continues, we won't even need the flying beasts that Luo Gan helped us develop. Only the green-skinned mutants with stronger resilience will be able to stop them here."

He's not very good at names, especially after giving up his own.

Names such as green-skinned mutants and goblins were also heard from players who fought against mutants.

However, this does not hinder anything.

The name itself is just a code name. Everything will start again when the Kingdom of Heaven comes.

"...these weaklings have been in their infancy for so long that they have forgotten how to hunt."

"They have clearly experienced the cruelty of the universe in Nanmen Er, but they are still arguing endlessly about trivial matters."

"Leave the fragile fate of mankind to these weak guys, and our future will really come to an end."

"I think you're right." The Human Emperor didn't seem to be very interested in this topic. He just came here to deliver goods. He came here to see the scenery and see how the defense line in the north was doing.

If Shifengshan cannot live there, he must make some preparations in his parish as soon as possible.

The Beast King looked back at him.

"Speaking of, how's it going in the south?"

The Human Emperor said calmly.

"Arzu is still dilly-dallying. The apostles he controls do not completely listen to his words. It will probably take some time."

The Beast King's expression did not change at all, but his straightforward voice still contained a hint of sarcasm.

"I have said before that the Second Temple cannot be relied upon. Only by getting rid of the physical body can one transcend one's own bottleneck and complete the ascension to another dimension."

In fact, Luo Gan failed precisely because his ascension was not thorough enough. There was still a trace of humanity left in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he actually regarded an ugly child of old humanity as the continuation of his higher life form.

This is a mistake that should never be made.

Several key moves were made wrong because of the guy's temporary weakness.

If he had activated the Kingdom of Heaven earlier and turned it into a world like Haiya Province before the Alliance took action, they would never have fought against the Alliance so close to Shifeng Mountain.

The Human Emperor thought for a while and said in a very soft voice.

"The Holy Son naturally has his own thoughts. Perhaps Arzu's rhetoric is more attractive to him. I believe this is based on purely rational judgment. In this case, there is nothing to worry about."

Failures once or twice are not unacceptable, nor do they mean anything.

The evolution of life itself is completed through "mistakes" again and again.

They have enough examples to prove that it is unrealistic to expect to achieve success in one step.

What you end up in that situation is **** without exception, and the price you don’t pay now will always be paid in the future.

The Beast King frowned, but said nothing. He just turned his gaze to the mountain peaks to the north.

"Maybe."

He disagreed with the Human Emperor's statement, but this was not an important matter.

Rather than reaching consensus on such irrelevant details, he is more concerned about the present.

He believed that while they were busy preparing for the battle, the other side was also nervously preparing for the next battle, thinking carefully about how to play the next card.

It's a pity that "Sacred Domain" needs to rely on relay servers to transmit information, and information synchronization must be achieved through this. Otherwise, he really wants to send two scouts over to see what the preparations of the old humans are in the past two days. What happened...

"Don't worry on my side. You'd better urge Arzu. We can't wait forever."

The Human Emperor nodded slightly, and his figure gradually faded away.

"I will."