Who Awakened His Talent?

"There are still more than three million civilians and soldiers surviving in Taishan City. First Lord, why don't we..."

"Wait a little longer."

In the highest command center in Kyoto, Zhou Zhen quietly watched the battlefield projection in front of him.

He held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. Because of excessive force, his knuckles turned white, but he was unaware of it. He just stared at the pictures intently.

Looking down from the sky, the whole earth turned bright red.

Countless black flames spread wantonly, rushed up to the sky and fell, turning the world into purgatory.

That was the terrifying effect caused by the magic of the goddess of death.

Zhou Zhen's heart was bleeding at this moment.

It's not that he didn't want to take action, but he couldn't.

The enemy came too fast. Even if he prepared early, he could only buy four minutes.

At this time, the Taishan battlefield not only had four death messengers with the peak combat power of high-level gods, but also the goddess of death, the old main god, watching covetously.

If he acted rashly, it would only make the situation worse and worse.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to kill with one blow!

Seeing the enemy rushing into Mount Tai, Ying Gou could only hold back one, and the surrounding think tanks were immediately anxious, and even several young people could not help but stand up and try to persuade.

However, Zhou Zhen remained calm.

Until Ying Gou used his killer move and was about to fight Fei Ti to the death.

"It's finally here."

Suddenly, in the eyes of everyone, a beam of light suddenly pierced the darkness in the sky that was originally covered by black clouds.

"Not good!"

Just as Fei Ti's earth sacrifice was about to begin.

A strangely shaped aircraft broke through the darkness and appeared over Mount Tai City.

"Huh?"

Fei Ti's heart suddenly twitched, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was extremely strong.

At this moment, the burial field was seriously affected, and the sacrifice was forced to end!

That was Song Mo's rule correction power!

"I won't bury you, because the underworld does not welcome you."

Ying Gou's cold voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

Then, a pair of scarlet hands emerged in the endless void.

"Bang!!"

The two giant palms suddenly closed together, as if slapping a fly to death.

"No!!"

Feiti tried his best to escape, but the sacrifice was forced to end, and he was also backlashed, and he could not move at all for a while.

The huge torso was instantly slapped into meat paste, mixed with tentacles and pieces of rotten corpses, and squirmed weakly on the ground.

"It's disgusting."

Ying Gou retracted his arm and shook it with great disgust.

He also had the source of pollution in his body, so he was not particularly afraid of these evil god believers, but more of a cleanliness obsession.

In the sky, the small spaceship descended and the hatch opened.

Su Yu, Song Mo, and Ning Tiandu and his sister jumped out of it.

"Are we... late?"

The four looked at the tragic scene in front of them, all with ugly faces.

Now, the battle in Taishan City is coming to an end.

The secret monsters and the undead disaster were almost all killed and injured in the attack on Taishan, leaving only a few scattered high-level monsters still wreaking havoc in the city.

Su Yu frowned, took out his life weapon, opened the Blood Pagoda domain, and was about to go and kill those rampant monsters.

However, he was stopped by Ying Gou just as he started.

"It's not too late now, those guys just entered Mount Tai not long ago."

Ying Gou frowned, casually slapped the corpse mud on the ground, and then said: "Don't dawdle here, Lord of Mount Tai, that's your home court, how can you allow outsiders to be so presumptuous?"

"... Yeah."

Su Yu's face moved slightly. Indeed, what he had to do now was not to deal with those small fish.

He put away the domain and looked up at Mount Tai.

At this moment, the three death messengers were climbing Mount Tai with all their strength, and they were already halfway to the top.

Although the magic circle outside Mount Tai was broken by tens of millions of creatures, the innate pressure of Mount Tai prevented them from flying.

Otherwise, I'm afraid they would have started the sacrifice long ago.

"Ning Tiandu, go and deal with the remaining secret monsters in the city."

"Ning Huan, take Song Mo to the city to rescue people."

"Ying Gou, you can deal with the three true gods of death."

After arranging their respective tasks, Su Yu quickly rushed towards Mount Tai.

"Okay!"

Ning Tiandu nodded, put on the bird-beak mask, and walked towards the secret monsters with a grin.

Ying Gou once again smashed the corpse mud fragments that tried to gather, and then hooked his finger at the three gods of death.

When the three saw Ying Gou looking at them, their breathing stagnated and they wanted to escape.

However, the next moment they were covered by a bloody big hand.

"Master, let's go."

Ning Huan grabbed the corner of Song Mo's clothes, but it didn't move at all after this pull.

She looked up in astonishment, only to see Song Mo staring at the ruined Mount Tai with a confused face, his face full of tears.

"A famous article on governance, haha, a famous article on governance..."

Song Mo muttered incomprehensible words, and his emotions were extremely excited.

He had just been complacent about writing 3,000 articles on governance.

But now, what was in front of him?

The little girl with broken limbs cried for her mother, but her mother had already been lying in a pool of blood, without a breath.

The old man beside him was holding his dead grandson, his eyes were empty, and his face was full of despair.

The once prosperous streets are now devastated, and charred bodies are scattered in the ruins.

Beside the city wall, a soldier held the sword in his hand tightly, glaring at the distance, but his body was already riddled with holes, and blood dyed the ground under his feet red.

Faced with all this, can his words really have the slightest effect?

"National Master, this is not your problem, let's leave quickly!"

Ning Huan looked at Song Mo's abnormal appearance with worry on his face.

She had seen this kind of scene too much and was used to it.

This is not numbness, but just remembering all this silently.

Her first task has not been completed yet, and she is not qualified to be swayed by any emotions.

What those who sacrificed need is not mourning, but those who come after them to inherit their will and move on.

However, it seemed that this was Song Mo's first time experiencing this, and she understood it very well.

"Hey, Imperial Master, please pay attention to your own safety, I have to save people first!"

Seeing that Song Mo was still mumbling something she didn't understand, Ning Huan took out his snake staff and rushed towards the nearest wounded person.

However, she didn't notice that the scroll in Song Mo's hand was slowly emitting white light.

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