I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

"Scrap."

ps: Two shifts first, I have to go to the countryside during the day today.

Chapter 1049: We are 81 people, revealing a new chapter in the world.

Chapter 1049: We are 81 people, revealing a new chapter in the world.

"It's broken like scrap iron."

Covered in the voice of the sky, there is a sense of anticipation in the heart of a warrior who has been alone for tens of thousands of years.

He was looking forward to whether the group of ants who claimed to intend to attack the sky would survive this blow.

Whether, there is really a power beyond the definition of the strongest in the world.

""Pseudo-code Star Destroyer"—"

The Ex-Machinas recorded the strongest power that existed in the defeated Disbo. With the power of the entire Ex-Machina, it seems that only about 43% of it can be reproduced. The five original machines are doing everything possible. The calculation amount is contributed to the whole group.

45%

47%

The value is still slowly rising, but compared with the second round of attacks released by the God of War, the power of "Pseudocode Star Destroyer" seems to be somewhat insufficient. No, it should be the first attack that cannot surpass the God of War anyway. Two rounds of attack.

because--

The second round of attack is a veritable "strongest force"——

No matter what height the upper limit of "Star Destroyer" will reach, it will inevitably reach the combat effectiveness of "Star Destroyer +1" or even "Star Destroyer +10".

This is, "the strongest"——

Desperate, irresistible limit force.

But even so—

However, there are still people who launched a desperate rush towards this "strongest", symbolizing the representative of the "weakest" race. Compared with the gods, the weak human beings like ants welcome the power of the God of War, revealing A cheerful smile.

"Win or lose, at this moment!"

The loud laughter spread across the sky, like thunder piercing through the sky, tearing the rain curtain.

"Come on! Tribunal, respond—"

"Come, poets, sing aloud—"

"This is a rare change in all ages! It's time for you to revel!"

"Let's chant! For this reason, the heart is cold, and you must not violate the divinity. The sword of loneliness that will always rule the sky will sing!"

With the falling of the words, from the gathering place of the sea dwellers, from the gathering place of the orcs, from the gathering place of the elves, goblins, dragons, giants, and even... the Flügel under the sky at this moment Among the crowd, poets began to sing loudly.

"We sing loudly, dwelling in the sky forever, the chaotic sword that brings the flames of war to the world, you should fall from the sky and extinguish your fire of calamity!"

"We sing, the god who created the Sky Winged, but the strict father who has no intention of protecting the race he created, your wings, weep."

"We sing, you are the strongest, but you have lost 170 consecutive battles. You are no longer qualified to be the strongest. Now is the time to fall and bury your bones here."

In the gathering place of sea dwelling species, nine poets sang loudly.

"Nine of us, a song for the dead!"

In the city-state of the elves, the nine poets also sang loudly.

"Nine of us, a song for the defeated!"

"Nine of us, sing the song of the mourners!"

"Nine of us, sing the song of the downfall!"

"Nine of us, sing the song of protection!"

"Nine of us, sing the song of civilization!"

"..."

81 poets are singing beautiful and elegant voices all over the world, singing the chapters of the world, and the power of reform sweeping the whole world is forming a violent wave.

"I, Yuanyuan, approve it."

"From now on, let the world begin a new chapter."

Nyx responded loudly, the whole world began to resonate, catering to the singing voices of 81 poets, hundreds of thousands of intellectual creatures unconsciously recognized the idea, Disbo won the center of the chessboard world, and the location called the Elven Corridor also began to violently vibrations and roars.

Suddenly the sky split open——

As if attracted by a magnet, the "black ash" on the ground returned to the cracks in the sky, and the strongest power of God of War was penetrated by layers of black ash, gradually becoming darker.

"Have you taken my divine right?"

An excited smile appeared on the face of the god, and his body was refilled with a sense of reality that he had never experienced for hundreds of thousands of years. At the moment, he is just an ordinary Deity species, a Deity species with only fists and wings left, but...

This feeling--

But it seems to be really alive.

"God of War, no, Archit!"