Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

And the other side.

Situ Hong once again entered a dimension, armored troops roared, and five million soldiers with guns and live ammunition lined up.

The moment this terrifying army appeared, the entire plane fell silent instantly.

The 300,000 Yalong tribe here gathered nervously, and the patriarch shouted to Situ Hong with a worried look on his face: "Human race, you, what are you..."

Situ Hong was expressionless: "Today, your houses will be destroyed, your beliefs will be crushed, and your corpses and souls will become the nourishment of Daxia."

"Daxia?" The Yalong clan leader was stunned for a moment: "But..."

"There are no buts, and there is no need to beg for mercy." Situ Hong said coldly: "Your fate has already been determined, the moment you decided to fight for God."

"Now, as a final honor as a warrior, take up arms and fight for your beliefs."

“Let’s see if God can help you!”

"Wow!"

In the crisp metallic sound, guns are loaded and heavy artillery is loaded!

Five million pitch-black muzzles and barrels were all aimed at the 300,000 Yalong Tribe!

Deathly silence between heaven and earth.

The terrifying murderous aura soared into the sky, the aura that destroyed everything!

Cold sweat ran down the forehead of the Yalong Clan leader, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably, but he still said tremblingly: "But we agreed to cooperate with Daxia. I told the undercover soldier before..."

"ah?"

Situ Hong was stunned for a moment.

Her expression turned strange.

The expressions of the soldiers also became strange.

"Wait a minute." Situ Hong looked at the staff officer beside him: "What's going on?"

"No, it says here that their family refuses to cooperate..." The staff officer took out a form in his pocket and looked at it carefully. His murderous expression suddenly turned a little guilty, and he laughed dryly: "Ahem, I'm sorry. Mistaken view."

"This is plane number 34. Well, it chose to cooperate with us. Plane number 35 below is the one that is going to be destroyed..."

Situ Hong: "..."

Soldiers: "..."

Chief of the Yalong Clan: "..."

"Haha, just kidding, isn't this the New Year? I, Daxia, specially give you a whole program." Situ Hong reacted very quickly, and quickly smiled at the clan leader: "We are here to pay New Year's greetings!"

"Really?" The Yalong clan leader's legs were still trembling. The terrifying scene just now was really too scary!

He had no doubt that the human army in front of him could really easily destroy him!

Almost!

Just a little bit closer!

"Can that be false?" Situ Hong said righteously: "You are my comrades in Daxia, how can I, Daxia, destroy you?"

"Come on, come on, put your guns away and give out gifts! Happy New Year!"

The soldiers immediately put away their guns, and their cold murderous intent turned into enthusiastic smiles. They took out bags of rice, flour, grains and oils from their backpacks, took out Spring Festival couplets and snacks, and hurriedly delivered them to them.

"Have a great New Year, big brother and big sister."

"Daxia is here to give you gifts."

"Come on, take it, don't look at me like that...Come, why are your pants wet?"

"Hey, my fellow villagers' houses are leaking. Come here, some brothers, and work with me to repair the houses for my fellow villagers!"

"There is a little Argonian here. How old is it? Oh, five years old...wait, is he really five years old?" The soldier raised his head in confusion and looked at the 1.8-meter Argonian cub. I couldn't help but lament the racial gap, but I still took out a lollipop from my pocket and said, "Here, eat this, it's sweet."

For a time, the originally solemn atmosphere became heated.

The soldiers sent them gifts and blessings, helped repair the house, and taught them how to make noodles.

The fellow villagers laughed a little stiffly... After all, the scene just now was too terrifying. Several Argonians even wet their pants when facing this terrifying human army...

And at the same time that many planes are ushering in destruction and rebirth.

Lin Fan was like a hardworking little bee, entering those destroyed planes again and again.

The Shura Chain was cast again and again, ghosts and gods roared in the plane of destruction, and Shura stood in the world full of blood and debris.

The dark and sticky Shura chains are like poisonous snakes, imprisoning all the souls!

Fifteen planes, millions of souls turned into Shura's puppets!

Of course, the value of these souls is not high.

Although they number in the tens of millions, due to the constraints of faith, these believers have no will of their own at all, and there is still no one who has become a god.

They are all ordinary souls.

And this kind of soul is completely boring to Lin Fan, the Shura God who is about to reach the peak of the twelfth level, and no amount of it can improve his strength.

This is also the reason why Shura God is feared by countless gods. Once Shura God, who uses souls as food, grows up, he will have to devour more souls of the same level, and they must be the souls of gods with powerful divinity or those who have become gods. Only in this way can we improve our strength.

To put it bluntly, Lin Fan didn't even take a second look at the soul of a middle-class god.

swell.

Lin Fan simply gave all these souls to Shang Weitian.

This whole process lasted for ten days.

After all, the soldiers also need to retreat to the Winter Treasure House to eat and rest, and ammunition also needs to be replenished. Each team visiting three planes a day is considered too much.

Of course, destroying the plane is easy. The battle is basically over within an hour, and the slowest is no more than two hours.

But going to a comrade's home to pay New Year's greetings is a bit time-consuming. When visiting for the first time, you can't just throw away the gifts and leave without saying a word. You have to sit down and chat, and you have to repair the house for the fellow villagers and show your attitude.

During these ten days, the artillery fire never stopped, and Daxia's pace never stopped.

The dragon trampled every plane, and red flags fluttered in every world.

finally.

The last plane Daxia visited was also the last plane to be destroyed.

The roars of ghosts and gods gradually subsided.

The dark and sticky Shura divine power that flooded the world and rendered the ice and snow surged back, and the Shura chains returned to Lin Fan's palm like a poisonous snake following its master.

One after another, dark souls stood tall, as quiet as machines, and finally turned into a token in Lin Fan's hand.

Only the plane spirit that was imprisoned in Shura Prison, wailing in pain, was left.

"Here."

Lin Fan threw it to Shang Weitian.

Shang Weitian put it away happily, and then said with a smile: "It's finally over, and the last plane has been solved."

"So far, all one hundred and seventy planes have been processed."

"Either become my comrade-in-arms in Daxia, or...become my affiliated plane in Daxia!"

But Lin Fan did not answer Shang Weitian, and there was not even the slightest smile on his face.

He looked at the world in front of him.

The broken remains were scattered in the melted ice and snow, and the blood mixed with the snow water, dyeing the whiteness red.

The cold wind howled, as shrill as the cries of countless wronged souls, and the pungent blood mixed with gunpowder smoke.

Some of the corpses on the ground had only half their faces left, but their wide-eyed pupils were still full of fear.

, half of his face covered in blood had his mouth open, as if he was wailing.

"Do you sympathize with them?" Shang Weitian noticed something was wrong with Lin Fan's mood and asked with a frown.

"pity?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "You overestimate me, the Shura God."

God Shura is never merciful.

This is Shura without emotion.

Moreover, they themselves chose to become Daxia's enemies, and Lin Fan felt no guilt at all for destroying them.

If they changed their positions, they would not hesitate to shout the name of God and rush to the human plane.

This is war!

War against God!

A war that kindness cannot win!

"It's just..." Lin Fan looked at his feet that were covered in blood and sighed, "I can still feel the fear and despair they felt before they died."

Two strange liquids condensed in Lin Fan's palm, one with fifty-five drops, as black as ink, which was [Pain].

The other group had fifteen drops, as scarlet as blood, which was [Killing].

This all comes from the destruction of fifteen planes.

In the past ten days, Lin Fan not only bound the souls, but also absorbed the [pain] of these believers before they died, and used the slaughter of each plane to condense the [killing].

[Pain] and [Killing], these two rules will be Lin Fan's trump card against Chione who masters [Winter].

In the process, Lin Fan felt the despair and pain of these believers.

In their eyes, there seems to be no difference between themselves and the gods in their eyes.

The sight of mountains and rivers shattered and mountains of corpses and seas of blood before his eyes made Lin Fan even more confused.

Although most of these fifteen planes were not destroyed by Lin Fan himself, in fact, everything was ordered by Lin Fan.

The warriors are just swords in his hands!

I, the Shura God, destroyed fifteen planes!

"What I'm really worried about is that I actually don't feel guilty..." Lin Fan said softly: "In fact, I have some desire and some enjoyment from the bottom of my heart... I can feel that power, that desire surging in my body. move……"

That is a calling.

A call from the bloodline, a call from the sin left by Cain.

This made Lin Fan worried. Will one day he become a madman like Cain? A madman who can't control himself from killing?

Xingye on the side seemed to know what Lin Fan was thinking, and held Lin Fan's blood-stained hand that had slaughtered fifteen planes, and said softly: "No, you have something he doesn't have... you have me. I will Anchor yours.”

"Yeah." Lin Fan exhaled, his mind calmed down from the influence of those negative emotions, and the killing in his heart gradually subsided.

If it had been anyone else, he might have been depressed for a long time.

But Lin Fan was different.

He doesn't have much of a conscience.

Shang Weitian sighed, then waved his hand: "Hey, the logistics team, come up to help the enemy collect the corpses!"

"Are you so kind?" Lin Fan was stunned for a moment.

"After all, we can't let the enemy's corpses be exposed in the wilderness. This is too cruel. This is the most basic respect we have for the enemy." Shang Weitian sighed: "I will give them a generous burial."

Lin Fan frowned and said, "...How do you want to be buried?"

Shang Weitian was a little embarrassed: "Hot pot, or meat dumplings... boiled into meatballs are also good. I haven't thought about it yet."

It has to be you.

Not long after, the soldiers were all packed up and put into the space ring that Lin Fan bought from the God Realm and gave to Shang Weitian as a temporary warehouse.

"Let's go home!" After Lin Fan said this, he turned around and walked towards the gap in the plane, stepping out!

The endless winter treasure house is no longer as white as before, and the ground is dyed red with blood.

Seventy million soldiers stood quietly.

The military boots were stained with blood, and the clothes on his body were also stained with blood, which were stained when cleaning up the battlefield.

The tracks of the armored vehicle were hung with minced meat, and the God-killing mecha was covered in blood, like a giant steel beast rushing out of the blood.

These 70 million warriors in front of me destroyed fifteen planes!

During this period of time, they have been continuously destroying planes and killing ruthlessly. At this time, their expressions are sad and tired.

Some soldiers even sobbed softly with their eyes red.

A young soldier's eyes were red, and he said in a trembling voice to the older squad leader: "Squad leader, I, I don't seem to be able to hold the gun!"

"My hands are shaking all the time!"

"Squad leader, when I was cleaning the battlefield, the little cub that the wolf parents were holding was only as high as my waist, as tall as my brother..." There were tears on his childish face: "I am with He said, squatting down and holding his head, I didn't want to kill him...The kid was like crazy, shouting about fighting for God, and rushed towards me with his claws..."

"I ran for three thousand meters and tried to persuade me for three thousand meters. Finally I fell and he rushed towards me..."

"It shouldn't be like this!"

"He's just a brat! Why does he have to fight for God! In Daxia, that's the age when you should be studying! Damn it...I, I suddenly don't want to fight anymore..."

Warriors are not made of iron, nor are they machines that only obey planes.

They also have flesh and blood.

Slaughtering fifteen planes in a row, crushing each race, harvesting lives one by one, and watching those living lives turn into minced meat under his own gun.

It's never that pleasant.

They stood there, and when they saw Lin Fan, their expressions finally looked better.

"Commander-in-Chief..."

Lin Fan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Have you completed the mission?"

"Completed."

"Yes." Lin Fan glanced at these 70 million tired soldiers and said solemnly: "It's done, then go home!"

"Everyone, go home!"

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he walked outside the Winter Treasure House.

When they heard the words "go home", some light appeared in the numb eyes of the soldiers.

go home,

No matter when, it always seems to make people feel warm.

Outside the Great Wall in the north, strong winds howled and heavy snow fell.

During these ten days, the city walls were crowded with people.

People from all over the world gathered from thousands of miles away, not just for a skiing vacation, but all on the city wall looking in the direction of the ice crystal gate standing in the snow!

There, the guns never stop.

Although there are news coming out from inside every day, and there seems to be no accidents, the official also appeals to the people to have a good rest, don't catch a cold, don't worry, and don't stand on the wall and watch all the time.

But the people just stood on the city wall to welcome him, looking in the direction of the Winter Gate!

Although the sight is blocked by ice and snow, even though the cold wind blows against my face, the cold wind is like cutting.

But there, there are their brothers and sisters!

"Why aren't you back yet?"

"I will definitely not lose, there are 70 million soldiers...

…”

"Even if we won't lose, what if we suffer heavy losses? What if..."

On the city wall, Mr. Chen and the people stood together in the cold wind. Three centimeters of snowflakes accumulated on the shoulders of his coat, but he seemed not to notice the cold and stared blankly in the direction of the winter treasure house.

"Mr. Chen, you haven't slept in two days. Go back and have a rest. I will call you when they come out." The guard on the side whispered, "And you can't see anything. Your line of sight is blocked by the wind and snow. ”

In the past ten days, Mr. Chen had put down his scientific research work and had been looking at the ice crystal gate on the city wall.

"Why are you resting? Can I sleep!" Mr. Chen clenched his fists, looking nervous, with veins pulsing on his forehead: "Seventy million warriors, including all the gods of Great Xia, are all inside!"

"What if something happens..."

"Do you think I can sleep?"

"Damn, it's true that Lao Jin went in by himself and didn't take me with him. He said that I was Daxia's treasure and that I was not suitable for the battlefield... Why did you leave me at home? Are you worried? I kept thinking about them in my mind. I can’t even continue the experiment!”

"Don't worry about me. I like to see them even if they can't see them. I want to see them here as soon as possible!"

The guard sighed and did not dare to persuade him any more. He only dared to hand over a cup of hot water and silently put a scarf on Mr. Chen.

suddenly.

The crowd went wild.

"The artillery fire has stopped!"

"There is no sound of fighting inside!"

At the gate of winter, the artillery fire that echoed for ten days finally stopped.

Immediately, the crowd suddenly became strangely quiet. The common people and Mr. Chen no longer shouted, but clenched their fists, looking nervously and expectantly, looking at the vast wind and snow.

As if waiting for something.

Waiting for the return of the family!

Waiting for the hero’s triumph!

"tread."

Subtle footsteps sounded from the cold winter.

Those were Lin Fan's footsteps.

But before his footsteps reached the Great Steel Wall, he was already drowned by the howling cold wind.

But then, there was the sound of heavy footsteps breaking through the ice and snow.

"tread!"

These are the footsteps of the 70 million warriors who walked out of the winter treasure house!

The ice and snow will retreat, and the cold wind will make silent footsteps!

this moment.

The whole earth seemed to be shaking, and there seemed to be a giant beast approaching the Great Wall in the ice and snow!

The terrifying murderous aura caused the ice and snow to surge and the strong wind to recede.

The people stared there.

Finally, a figure walked out of the vast ice and snow.

It was a figure wearing a black combat uniform.

He walked through the ice and snow towards the Great Wall.

Subsequently.

"tread!"

"tread!"

Amidst the heavy footsteps, a dark figure walked out of the vast ice and snow!

There are literati holding books, swordsmen flying in the air, and mountains of mechas!

There are armored men holding shields, knights holding spears, and soldiers holding spears!

But the same thing is that they are all stained with blood!

This is an army that destroyed fifteen planes!

But the moment this terrible army appeared, cheers erupted from the city wall, because this was Daxia's army, and these were his brothers!

An unspeakable sense of security appeared in my heart, and there was even more joy and peace of mind when I saw my family back.

"The hero is back!"

"My brother! That's my brother!"

"They are all missing arms and legs, right! Haha, let me tell you, how can Daxia deal with them and break their muscles and bones?"

The people cheered endlessly, and even more people hurriedly ran down from the city wall and crowded behind the country gate to welcome the returning heroes!

Amidst the cheers and the applause and respect of the people, Lin Fan walked into the country.

Behind him, 70 million soldiers also slowly walked into the country.

Finally, there were one hundred and fifty-five representatives of different races... They were the clan leaders who had established diplomatic relations with Daxia and came to discuss with Shang Weitian in detail.

However, after returning from a great victory, the people were cheering, but the soldiers looked not good-looking. They exuded terrible chills and blood, but their expressions were tired.

Lin Fan stopped and climbed up the city wall.

For a moment, the people were quiet and raised their heads to look at the commander-in-chief.

"Everyone!"

"In these ten days, our Daxia army swept through fifteen planes and completely destroyed them! At the same time, we established diplomatic relations with one hundred and fifty-five planes!"

"Fortunately, we lived up to our mission, there were no casualties, and we returned with a great victory!"

The people were immediately relieved and cheered.

"No casualties!"

"Awesome!"

Some people also had complicated expressions: "Destroy fifteen planes... Destroy the planes... Then what is the difference between us and the gods now?"

"Everyone." Lin Fan suddenly said: "I know, this matter may make some people think that I am heartless!"

"Maybe some people will say that I, the commander-in-chief, like to kill!"

"In fact, the soldiers were not happy either."

Indeed, there was no joy on the faces of the soldiers. Maybe they were happy when they started fighting, but when they really saw the corpses, no one could laugh.

Lin Fan sighed: "I also admit that this is pure killing, this is killing that destroys everything!"

"But, this killing must happen!"

"I won't regret it, and I won't feel guilty! If it happens again, I will kill him again!"

"Because...if it doesn't happen, they will follow the gods and invade Daxia when the Winter Temple arrives in the future!"

"If this doesn't happen, this killing will happen in our house!"

Lin Fan pointed to his own eyes and said in a deep voice: "Moreover, these eyes have seen more brutal killings and truly terrifying scenes!"

"So, I would rather destroy them than allow this kind of thing to happen in Daxia! If reasoning worked, there would be no war in the world! Some killings must be stopped by killing!"

"We gave them a chance to choose! They chose to be our enemies!"

As soon as these words came out, many soldiers felt better.

Lin Fan continued: "If there are so-called moral people to blame, if someone has to pay for these killings."

"Then please remember that this matter has nothing to do with the soldiers!"

"Although they pulled the trigger, it was my order! I said, I will kill anyone who doesn't want to be killed!"

"Soldiers, you don't have to feel guilty. You are just knives in my hands! You are following my orders! And the soldiers of Daxia take it as their bounden duty to obey orders!"

"You are heroes who protect your home and country! Your killings are in compliance with orders, and also to prevent greater killings!"

Lin Fan's voice echoed loudly, as if he was about to swear to the whole world: "All sins will be placed on my head! I will bear all the killings!"

"Whenever I hear someone criticizing me for this, Daxia

Soldiers, I will kill every one I see! "

The soldiers raised their heads.

At this moment, their numb eyes suddenly became shiny.

yes.

Killing is hard to accept.

But if it is to protect our homeland, to prevent this killing from happening in our own home...

For a moment, the soldiers all turned around, no longer feeling guilty in their hearts.

The crying warrior from before gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I felt so guilty just now! Fighting for God at such a young age and killing people... I should have given him a Gatling blow for ten minutes right away!"

"That's right, I feel so guilty! When I get old, I can still brag about this to my grandson! Your grandfather and I slaughtered fifteen planes at that time, isn't that awesome?"

"Commander, don't take the blame entirely on yourself! Give us some credit too! How can this be a sin? What an awesome thing it is!"

Some people shouted loudly: "Who dares to say anything wrong about the soldiers? I will kick him to death!"

"That's right, what's wrong with destroying fifteen planes? They chose to be our enemies. Do we have to wait for them to come and kill us?"

"These are heroes who protect our country! They are killing the enemy!"

The executioner who slaughtered fifteen planes?

fart!

These soldiers are obviously heroes!

Some people drooled: "I'm more concerned about whether the body is brought back and how it tastes... Damn, I'm so evil... But I really want to take a bite and taste the taste of mammoth."

At the very back, one hundred and fifty-five representatives of foreign races turned pale and trembled all over.

They witnessed the destruction of those fifteen planes, saw each race turn into minced meat, and saw the power of the human army.

While I was glad that I had made the right choice, I also had a deep fear of human beings.

It was Lin Fan who comforted them. Daxia actually didn't like killing and Daxia was not warlike. This made them calm down.

As a result, now that I heard the shouting all over the sky, my scalp went numb instantly.

No, you call this not warlike?

This destroyed fifteen planes, and there seemed to be no guilt at all in killing like this!

It seems that he can't wait to kill a few more!

The leader of the dog clan lowered his head silently, giving up a certain bold idea in his mind... He now had no doubt about what the old man in a white coat and a kind smile said.

All we can say is that there is no right or wrong in killing, no distinction between good and evil.

If a lion hunts an antelope, can we say that the lion is evil?

If you don’t eat, you will starve to death!

This is instinct!

But why do you kill? This is right and wrong, good and evil!

Killing for selfish desires is wrong and evil!

To protect your family and compatriots and kill your enemies, even a Buddha cannot say anything!

At this moment, Lin Fan also suddenly had a new understanding of [Killing]. For a moment, the scarlet [Killing] in his body gathered faintly, and it turned out to be like a vague bone knife!

Although he is still a high-level god, his mastery of [Killing] has reached the level of sixteenth-level god king!

This is the result of fifteen planes of killing!

"Huh." Lin Fan calmed down the surging breath in his body, and then pressed down with his hands to signal the crowd to be quiet.

All of a sudden.

The people are quiet.

"And in this operation, we not only destroyed our enemies, but also let many planes see our attitude!"

"This killing, the destruction of these fifteen planes, will be my calling card of Daxia!"

"Let many races and gods know the attitude of my human race!"

"If you are an enemy of Daxia, you will be killed no matter how far away you are!"

"Whoever wants to choose to be my enemy in Daxia in the future must first consider the fate of these fifteen planes!"

"And..." Lin Fan had a smile on his face, "This operation allowed us to gain fifteen auxiliary planes and a large amount of labor, as well as a large amount of meat and food!"

Daxia is kind and will not conquer other planes like gods.

But after the race that chose to become the enemy is eliminated, such a large land cannot be left alone.

Daxia is very enthusiastic and is willing to help those races that choose to be enemies of humans to take care of their homes.

The main character is someone who repays evil with kindness and is willing to help others.

He has no interest in occupying the land at all, he is just helping.

Well, as for the minced meat...it's naturally the corpses brought back.

Although it is an enemy.

But it's not human race.

Daxia people are very traditional. According to the traditional concept of Daxia, as long as they are not of the same race, they can eat it and use it as food... It is such a simple and unpretentious concept.

Naturally, Shang Weitian couldn't waste it. He was a kind-hearted person, so how could he just look at those corpses and expose them to the wilderness.

Isn't this wasteful... No, isn't this too cruel?

Although they are enemies, they still have to help collect the corpses and bury them. This is the most basic respect for the enemy.

The soldiers brought them all back.

They say they are collecting corpses, but they are actually collecting meat.

Not even the blood was spared, just filled with intestines where they were, made into blood sausage and brought back. It has the traditional style of transforming original food into soup.

Shang Weitian picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "The food obtained this time is enough to support all the people of Daxia for two years! Tomorrow, Daxia officials will accept orders online."

"Wow!"

"This is great!"

"Is there a mammoth! Is there a mammoth!"

The people are looking forward to it very much.

After all, I have never eaten it... and the meat modified by the previous winter creatures is quite delicious, which makes the people look forward to the new taste of winter creatures.

Some people also looked embarrassed: "I can hardly eat anymore..."

The gods are really too enthusiastic.

That is to say, winter is sweeping the world now, otherwise there would be no place to put it.

The people of Daxia have gained a lot of weight recently... Of course, Oufang doesn't have such worries at all...

Some people even looked at the 155 racial representatives behind them with fiery eyes, their eyes ecstatic: "Is this the one who was captured alive?"

"Oh my God, this looks delicious!"

"This fat and strong guy..."

There was even a strong man who pointed directly at the leader of the Ice Bear Giant Clan and said: "I open a restaurant next door, how can I sell this? I bought the slaughter now. You are welcome to try it at the Winter Hotel next door!"

For a moment, the clan leaders of each clan were trembling more and more. The leader of the Dog clan couldn't help but said: "I'm a little doubtful now, is the human clan deceiving us and killing us?"

Lin Fan: "..."

…

There were a few hundred words missing from the beginning of the previous chapter, but when I looked at it, it didn't affect the plot and continuity. The main thing was that Gong Shuming said a few words to the leader of the Frost Giants, and then the fight started. It just saves the conversation.

So I wrote this chapter an extra two thousand words for my brothers, a total of seven thousand nine hundred words, as an apology.

The only grievance is that I wrote in vain...it feels uncomfortable.