Reborn As An Interstellar Giant Mosquito

It's the day.

Many generals from the White God Sect's major war zones had defected to the Black God Sect, and the news spread throughout the White God Sect's jurisdiction.

The result was an overwhelming public attack.

Even the generals of the White Gods who had not surrendered were not immune.

Generals can surrender and even receive courtesy from the Black Gods.

But what about the civilians?

They can only do the logistical work against the Black Gods within the territory of the White Gods. So when the Black Gods attack, how will they treat those who have contributed to the White Gods' fierce battle with the Black Gods?

They are afraid.

So he angrily scolded those who surrendered.

In fact, among the scolders, there are many people who will surrender as long as the Black Gods give them a chance.

I just didn’t have a chance.

The unscrupulous scolding caused the generals who failed to surrender but were lazy to fight, and they were also disgraced.

After many people got angry after being scolded, they simply refused to give up and surrendered.

Anyway, the troops of the Black God Department have all gone to the Kingdom of White God. If this battle continues, the White God Department may have no future.

Of course, there are also many stubborn people.

In a world dominated by faith, devout believers will not care about the consequences.

All they want is faith.

Not to mention that the White Gods have not been defeated yet, even if they are defeated, they will definitely stick to their faith and hide in the dark corners, waiting for the day when the White Gods will revive and come to the world.

And these staunch White God factions started fierce conflicts with a large number of wavers and capitulationists.

Not only was the entire White God System not stable because of this group of loyal people, but it was even more chaotic because of them.

Both the Black and White Gods had probably seen too many victories and defeats, and for a while no one came forward to express their opinions on the recent war.

Probably the higher-ups didn't think there would be any change in the war, and allowed the lower-level troops on both sides to continue fighting fiercely. The gods were guarding around the major troops, and would only occasionally be sent out to intimidate the enemy's strongmen.

However, in these confrontations, the Black God System continued to steadily advance the results.

The combination of various factors led to the further degradation of the white god's combat power. They could still fight back and forth with the black god's army, but they gradually could no longer resist.

"This battle was flawless, and the White God system won't lose at all."

"Haha, given the same military strength, which of our Black God-type troops cannot win? Don't praise me too much."

A partial army was responsible for attacking the southwest corner of the White God system star field.

And this area is the place where Jia Yan originally came here personally to open up the situation.

In this area at this moment, because the initial outbreak point of the war was here, and there were so many White God Department defenders, it was possible to break the confrontation and drive the White God Department troops away to the hinterland.

The victorious general was a commander sent from within the Black God Sect.

Located in a remote place, the composition of the Black God Department's army is half recruited from the local area and the other half from outside the Black God Department, and not many are actually sent from within the Black God Department. It can be said that this is a mixed army.

However, even the miscellaneous army has become an elite after being commanded and trained by masters from the Black God Department. In recent days, the White God Army has been killed bloody, and a large number of strong men have asked to surrender.

"Yes, before seeing those good news, we thought that our side was going in an extremely smooth direction. Unexpectedly, other friendly forces were more powerful, and some of them were attacking Baishen Kingdom at close range."

Several generals were sighing.

Especially those local generals.

Their strength is not too strong. If they were not locals, they might not even be able to obtain their status in the military today.

As for the White Gods, they, who have always been beggar-thy-neighbors, know best. How could they dare to fight head-on with the White Gods army before? Even if they pick one out of ten, they may not be able to defeat them.

Unexpectedly, the tiger was bullied by the dog?

No, the overall combat power of the White Gods is still that of tigers. It should be the regular army of the Black Gods, which are stronger than tigers and are all true dragons.

"What are you thinking about? It is said that on your planet, there was a pen and ink written by the original Lord Black God. The war is not tense these days. I want to go over and pay a visit."

"Oh, yes, those pens, inks and supplies are left in the museum. If you want to see me, General, you can go anytime, anywhere."

Mentioning the word "Lord Black God", the faces of the generals from the native planet showed a little pride.

The young man who took the form of a young man at the beginning was later verified by many people and collectively believed that it should be Lord Kurokami himself who came to play the game.

So suddenly, the unknown planet became famous.

The several city-states that Jia Yan personally liberated even took the banner, leading to a sharp increase in status.

A female reporter who was taking notes with the army was secretly glanced at by everyone. She just smiled lightly and remained silent.

Everyone knows that this female reporter was the woman who followed Lord Kurokami all the way.

Today, she is still engaged in her old profession, even if the president of the country has hinted to her that if she is willing to hold an important national position, even if she wants the presidential position, the president will give it up without saying a word.

But the female reporter didn’t want any of this.

She said her mission is to be a reporter and that will never change in her life.

The woman is older and looks more mature.

"He is so high up now that he doesn't know what he is doing. At first, I thought he was just an ordinary boy."

After the meeting, the female reporter was thinking a lot.

She still remembered that she was rescued by the young man, and then took him to her grandmother's old house, and then entered the city with great momentum and entered the national high-rise community.

What a majestic power, but these majestic powers are a bit stingy if considered based on the identity of the young 'Black God'.

In short, she knew that that gentleman was not as unattainable as the popular rumors. If he appeared in front of the general public, he would be able to chat happily.

"Perhaps we will never see you again in our lifetime."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

When the woman's thoughts were empty and no one dared to care about her, teasing sounds came from behind her.

"Um"

The woman looked back and frowned.

She didn't recognize the person who came. He looked like a beggar.

"Who are you?"

The beggar smiled and ignored the many soldiers and strong men around him. He actually seemed to be one with the air as he approached the woman.

But he was not hostile.

"I'm here to see an old friend. You can recognize him best. If you don't recognize him, just think of him as a friend from a long time ago."

The beggar sat next to the woman, took out his wine glass and started drinking.

"Would you like a drink? Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

The woman always felt that the scene in front of her seemed vaguely familiar.

But if you think about it specifically, you can't think of any place where it happened.

When she said yes and knelt down to drink with the beggar, a strong sense of familiarity came over her.

This man's temperament is so similar to that young man.

"Could it be that you are?"

she asked a little excitedly.

"Shh, it's good to know. The front line is a bit busy. I just ran out to take a break from the busy work."

The beggar sat, smiling and sipping wine.

"Are you still going to the front line in person? I heard..."

"I heard that I sit in the back and enjoy the marriage, right? That's right, that guy is sitting in the back, and all the dirty work is done by us, so he is free."

…

The woman said she didn't understand a bit, but she still vaguely understood what was being said.

It is said that the great and powerful man seems to have a large number of clones.

Could it be that the person I met before was also one of my clones?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but also inexplicably a little disappointed.

After all, seeing such a great being is not the real person, and I always feel that there is a regret in my life.

"You've been doing well lately, and you even have security forces."

The beggar took a few sips of wine, wiped his mouth and asked.

The female reporter looked around at the guards who turned a blind eye to their drinking, and shook her head: "It's just because of you that I get this treatment, but it is also because of my experience with you that I was able to get the right to interview extensively in the military. Thank you very much." ”

"It's not me. But on his behalf, I want to say you're welcome."

The beggar drank and talked like old friends.

"Which unit are you on?"

"I, in the army in the war zone next door, am still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain, but they insist on me, saying that I didn't die in several battles on the battlefield, so I must be an escape champion. .”

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

I bet this big shot is anonymous on the battlefield over there. Otherwise, who would dare to let him serve as a mere captain if they knew his identity.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or the progress of the battle, asking this person would be more difficult than anyone else in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar smacked his lips and shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"Actually, I don't know about this kind of thing. It just depends on what kind of backhand the opponent has. After all, the battle I'm waiting for is not just about the outcome."

"Ah? Backhand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What exactly is the so-called backhand?

The fight between the two major gods has already reached this point. Is there any backup plan that can turn the tide?

She broke her head and couldn't imagine what this kind of thing would be like.

For the mortal residents of this world, it is somewhat difficult for them to imagine things beyond the level of the two creation gods.

Because the Creator God is equivalent to the upper limit. If it exceeds the upper limit, it is impossible to think about it.

"You are a reporter accompanying the army, right? In two days, this unit will be asked to advance behind enemy lines. If possible, you do not need to apply to enter with the army. After all, the subsequent war may be full of risks."

The female reporter raised her eyebrows: "I'm sorry about this. As a reporter, I have pursuits. I plan to record this battle from beginning to end. Maybe future generations will also need a female perspective like me to review this battle." It’s a war, so I won’t give up joining the army.”

"Tsk tsk...responsibility?"

The beggar marveled, and then waved his hands indifferently: "It's up to you, that's all. As for whether you listen or not, it depends on your own decision. When you enter the center of the war vortex, don't rely on me for life or death. That's it. , see you again when you have a chance."

After finishing speaking, the beggar packed up the wine bottles, bowls, chopsticks, etc. on the ground and stood up.

The female reporter took a half step back and saw the beggar tearing open a piece of air, revealing the dark space inside, and walked into it.

At this moment, the soldiers seemed to have come back to their senses from their confusion.

But still no one felt anything, and they still stood and stood firm.

"Interesting, let me hurry up. Is this gentleman here specifically to look for me and take care of my safety..."

She picked up the small notebook and opened a certain page. On this page, which was filled with data about the character and ability of the gods, she recorded a new key point - a very human feeling of nostalgia.

After writing this, she pursed her lips and looked up at the sky.

Even though she was just a small person, the reporter's perspective and unique sense of smell, coupled with the unique events that happened today, made her feel.

Perhaps this war between black and white gods that spreads across the entire world... may come to an end in the near future!

"I heard that I sit in the back and enjoy the marriage, right? That's right, that guy is sitting in the back, and all the dirty work is done by us, so he is free."

…

The woman said she didn't understand a bit, but she still vaguely understood what was being said.

It is said that the great and powerful man seems to have a large number of clones.

Could it be that the person I met before was also one of my clones?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but also inexplicably a little disappointed.

After all, seeing such a great being is not the real person, and I always feel that there is a regret in my life.

"You've been doing well lately, and you even have security forces."

The beggar took a few sips of wine, wiped his mouth and asked.

The female reporter looked around at the guards who turned a blind eye to their drinking, and shook her head: "It's just because of you that I get this treatment, but it is also because of my experience with you that I was able to get such a generous salary in the army." Thank you very much for the right to interview.”

"It's not me. But on his behalf, I want to say you're welcome."

The beggar drank and talked like old friends.

"Which unit are you on?"

"I, in the army in the war zone next door, am still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain, but they insist on me, saying that I didn't die in several battles on the battlefield, so I must be an escape champion. .”

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

I bet this big shot is anonymous on the battlefield over there. Otherwise, who would dare to let him serve as a mere captain if they knew his identity.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or the progress of the battle, asking this person would be more difficult than anyone else in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar smacked his lips and shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"Actually, I don't know about this kind of thing. It just depends on what kind of backhand the opponent has. After all, the battle I'm waiting for is not just about the outcome."

"Ah? Backhand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What exactly is the so-called backhand? ?

She broke her head and couldn't imagine what this kind of thing would be like.

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