National Juggernaut

Chapter 811 Bleeding
Fire and carnage ignited countless battlefields, and the carnage never ended until the funeral bells sounded.

When the six-winged Shenzi fell, the entire battlefield even cheered for a while, and they did what they should do next.

In the past, in the past more than 50 years ago, before the Alters and human beings started a full-scale war, the killing and fall of a son of God would be an extraordinary feat, countless songs would be sung, and he would even become a certain mythological boss, a certain An opportunity for the rise of a power group.

Earlier, the fall of a son of God in about ten years would also be regarded as an epic victory, and the Atel people would retreat without hesitation, while humans could sigh and thank themselves for having lived another day.

But now, a slightly difficult prey was killed, and after a short celebration, his eyes turned to the next target in an instant.

".The next stop is Lizard Sand Dunes. The situation there is quite bad. The sandy terrain was badly played by the 'Sand God'."

The overall planning department in the rear is running at high speed. Everyone, all myths, and all battle groups have become the results of its calculations. Every chess piece will be sent to the place with the highest profit.

Yes, it is the highest income rather than the most valuable and most effective. At this time, everyone is just a pawn. If your sacrifice can increase the chance of a strong enemy being killed by 1%, as long as it is worth it Yes, you will be sent up.

Of course, you can refuse, and unless you take the initiative to avoid this war zone and become a deserter, you will not be held accountable afterwards. The rear command will choose the second solution without hesitation, and let the second Pieces on top.

With such a mechanism, the loss rate of recruits is actually much higher than that of veterans. Veteran fritters who have been mixed to this point know when to say no and when to bite the bullet.

But today, it's different.

"With either option, the survival rate will not be higher than 5 percent."

Many people, faced with desperate choices, can only go from "poor" to "worse".

Of course, they can also choose to be deserters, but at this time, even if they flee, there is no way.

The deathmatch between the races, the final decisive battle in full swing, put all the flesh and blood into a box, and then shook and smashed it crazily. In the end, even the survivors could only be mutilated pieces of meat and blood slime.

Among the countless fronts, Zheng Li and his party are considered lucky, because in their logical judgment from the rear, their survival is the highest benefit, rather than replacing a threatening target.

"Kalla is dead. At the Battle of Lizard Dunes."

"Mr. Wen is also dead. By a black hole launcher that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, it is suspected that it is a dying curse after the death of a son of the Sun God."

"The garrison battle group of the Blue Shark Islands is completely wiped out, a total of 20 A-type battle groups, at least a million soldiers!"

".Many wargroups have been wiped out. We have crossed at least five god-level battlefields, and more than [-]% of them are complete. We are the luckiest."

Hearing the bad news one after another, hearing the deaths of familiar people, Zheng Li was able to accept everything calmly.

In the midst of howling, the fact that my party was able to preserve it to the greatest extent was not because of my amazing luck or some protection, but simply because I received all "low-risk commissions".

But by this time, Zheng Li also had the awareness to deal with everything. Survival itself is also a responsibility.

Tired from one battlefield to another, when it finally came to an end or to be precise, when he was replaced by a latecomer and entered the rest period in the rear, he had time to ask about the actual battle situation on the battlefield.

"God Atel was blocked, a bloody battle, at least more than 30 peak myths fell."

"But they have more to lose."

"God Altel escaped our siege, but he did not leave the battlefield."

"The front line is probably stable, but we have lost at least half of our positions, and the number of war dead is quite terrifying."

There is a lot of good news and bad news, but there is no particularly bad news, which is the greatest good news. To put it bluntly, the greatest good news is that the "Siling server" is not lost.

As for why so sure?Zheng Li directly connected to Four Spirits, and used some conventional abilities to make sure everything was fine.

"How is the situation of God Altar?"

In another channel, Zheng Li applied for more valuable intelligence support.

"It's very strong, and then it's gone. Two groups tried it, but they didn't even succeed in breaking the defense. The people are gone."

The sniper plan has obviously been implemented, but the result is as expected. Facing this kind of opponent, the sacrifice in the early stage can only be regarded as the capital destined to be silent.

"Valuable information?"

"The attribute of rock is certain. It is the king of silicon-based rocks. Its attributes are very pure. It has not been broken so far."

"...I see, I'm waiting for orders."

This bit of information is already known.

To slay a god, if it is not crushed by one's own strength, then one only needs to use the trump card of restraint, and to send one's own slaying team, at least to test out his trump card.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally said something in his internal contact group of the Spirit Race.

"The time may have come."

Then without looking at the contact group destined to fry the pot, Zheng Li returned to the cart by himself, opened the training room, and started meditation training.

Zheng Li doesn't know when he will have the chance to play, but it is his job to maintain the best condition.

If there is no guess, this day may not take long.

At the same time, in the borders of human beings, among the countless foreign worlds, there are also countless ships that have crossed the limits of the world and came to this unknown starry sky.

Some of them are the allies of the Atel people, and some are their hidden trump cards. The forces that have been friendly with humans for many years have torn off their outer skin at this moment.

War broke out in countless galaxy.

"Suzaku's location was raided."

"Unknown life appears at the location of Xuanwu."

In some areas of other continents, strange situations also occurred. The four spirit servers of humans were threatened at the same time. The battlefield was not limited to the southern continent.

But at the same moment, powerful races such as the Scorpion Tails, who were hostile to the Atel people, also started their own "backstabs".

They also smelled the end of the war and were ready to deal a severe blow to the dogs in the water.

Chaos, infinite spread, all people, all forces, and all races regard other existences as potential enemies. The only thing that can be determined is that life is falling every moment.

Noble gods are no stronger than ordinary people at this moment, and the howls and begging for mercy of the giant gods when they are dying have been spread everywhere on the Internet.

God-type materials such as divine blood and divine power, which were precious in a mess in the past, have now become popular goods in the cabinet, and divine child-level materials are the hard currency in the trading market.

"Boom!"

Watching the video of space shattering, Zheng Li used his mouth to fill in the last lingering sound of this broken world.

A world is gone again, tens of millions to billions of beings may die without knowing what happened.

Both sides are bleeding, both are tearing each other's flesh, and are trying to find out the other's dead spot, let's see who can't bear the pain.

(End of this chapter)