Chapter 136 Damn it, I’ll fight him! (6k)

Lu Wenwu put the Dragon Power Pearl back to its original socket.

This action caused the entire altar to begin releasing a pure dragon power, making the pious expressions on the faces of countless people from the Dragon Tribe even more fanatical, and they shouted the name of the Dragon Ancestor.

What the hell is going on?

Looking at these guys who kept bowing to him, Lu Wenwu felt helpless.

He didn't like being someone else's ancestor for no reason, let alone someone he had believed in for ten thousand years.

If he was impersonating someone else, that would be fine.

Impersonating the old Dragon King who destroyed his own divinity in order to save the world?

He really didn't want to do that.

I can't bear to deceive these fanatical believers.

That was someone else's achievement, earned with blood and tears, he couldn't snatch it away.

Lu Wenwu used the "Body Refining Technique to Conquer People with Virtue" to take back all the characteristics of the true dragon that had just been born, and returned to his original self.

He looked at the Long Yuan Hai in front of him and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you. Even though I can control the Dragon Power Orb and the Deep Sea Altar, I'm not the Dragon Ancestor you believe in."

Long Yuanhai was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing. He was a little at a loss for what to do for a moment.

You emerge from the altar left by the dragons.

Reactivated the altar, reactivated the dragon ball, and now you say you are not him?

Then who are you?

"Well, well, this."

The high priest, who was usually decisive and his word was final, was a little embarrassed at this moment.

At this moment, Long Wensheng, who had lagged behind by a few steps, had also come up. Now he was looking at his old father and the person in front of him who looked like the Dragon Ancestor with a confused look on his face.

Although he was far away, he still heard what Lu Wenwu said.

So, what is the situation now?

Seeing that Lu Wenwu had no intention of acting, he just laid his cards on the table. Xu Changjiang, the most reliable member of the team, took the initiative to step forward.

"I don't know if you two have misunderstood something, but Brother Tyrannosaurus is definitely not the dragon you are worshipping. At most, he can only be considered the current controller of the Dragon Palace."

Very good, now the cramped one has become two.

The father and son looked at each other and saw confusion and puzzlement in each other's eyes.

What is the current controller of Dragon Palace?

Could it be that the god who controlled the sea ten thousand years ago has fallen?

Long Wensheng didn't know what to do.

But as the chief of the tribe, he instinctively felt that this explosive confidential event should not be known to too many people, so he directly ordered all the tribesmen to practice on the spot immediately and not waste the precious gift of "Dragon Ancestor".

Long Yuanhai respectfully invited the group into the clan's meeting tent, feeling a little nervous.

"I don't know what kind of distinguished guests you are."

"I know you're curious about our origins, but you're afraid to ask because of your status." Lu Wenwu glanced at Xu Changjiang and said, "There's nothing to hide. Let this guy tell you."

He just spoke without hesitation, so he must have some experience in fabricating a reasonable identity to integrate into the indigenous people.

If Lu Wenwu came instead.

That might be conquest by force.

Coincidentally, Long Wensheng also came in at this time and gave a salute to several people that no one could understand. It seemed to be a very respectful one.

Xu Changjiang pondered for a moment before saying, "We come from the Deep Sea Dragon Palace in the Absurd Sea. We are former servants of the Dragon Ancestor, and this is his youngest son. We had been sealed away in the Dragon Palace until you performed the sacrifice just now, and we were awakened and transported here."

"As for more, we need to know how much you know about the history of the past ten thousand years so that we can explain some things to you. Otherwise, I'll explain for a long time and you won't have any idea, which will only cause you more trouble."

The youngest son of Dragon Ancestor?

It turned out to be the young master!

The father and son suddenly realized what was going on, and their eyes became eager again when they looked at Lu Wenwu, and even the trace of wariness in their eyes was completely dropped.

Lu Wenwu felt a little uncomfortable with such fanatical gazes, and could only force out an awkward yet polite smile in response.

Long Yuanhai bowed again and respectfully asked, "Where would you like to begin, Your Excellency? Our Shenlong Tribe has been blessed by the Dragon Ancestor for over ten thousand years. Relying on word of mouth, the amount of knowledge we possess is among the best within this area of ​​ten thousand miles."

"Don't be so reserved. Sit down." Xu Changjiang smiled gently and gestured, "I think we should start by telling you about the founding of your Shenlong Tribe ten thousand years ago. After all, you were treated with special care by the former Lord. I believe you must have some outstanding qualities."

Long Yuanhai's smile suddenly became even more intense. He kept saying "I dare not" and then began to talk about the history he knew.

At this moment, the system suddenly gave a prompt.

[Hint: Player [Supreme Demon Dragon God] dies]

[Hint: Player [Mysterious Guest] dies]

[Hint: Player [Li Tao 123] died]

[Hint: Player [Anubis, Lord of Death in the Desert] dies]

[Hint: Player [Marinus Sharapova] dies]

In an instant, five players died at the same time.

The information contained therein is intriguing.

Generally speaking, when assigning teammates, dungeons tend to assign players from similar regions, speaking similar languages, and having similar races to the same dungeon, or to the same initial birth point, in order to promote natural teams as much as possible.

Although the player IDs reported by the system are directly translated into their native language, it is not difficult to see from the naming habits that there are at least two foreigners among these five people.

Twenty people, four in each group, that's five groups.

When they were teleported away from the center of the chaotic maze, everyone noticed that there was more than one way leading to this place.

Therefore, this most likely means that those players who have not yet escaped from the chaotic maze were attacked by some force at the same time.

There is a force in the dungeon that can instantly kill players at least A-level at different locations at the same time.

Several people who were listening to Long Yuanhai telling historical stories suddenly felt a chill on their backs. The oppressive feeling of death did not diminish even though they had jumped through levels continuously.

Tangible enemies are not scary.

Unknown crises are the most terrifying.

They had only just made it through the first day of their thirty-day survival plan.

New City, Central Region of the God-Blessed Continent.

All you see are large patches of dark red.

Countless people of all shapes and sizes are busy at work.

The sky was as dark as ink, as if the heavens had dipped a brush in ink, which was lingering in the sky, covering up the stars.

I can't see the moon, and I can't see the stars.

This land is like the eighteen levels of hell, full of monsters and ghosts, emitting a palpitation and ominous feeling that makes people feel chilled at the sight of it.

The bluish-black silt accumulated, covering half of the eerie skeleton left behind by some unknown creature.

"Sob, sob, sob."

A small rodent, about the size of a mouse, crawled nimbly and quickly over the bones.

The tiny tentacles extending from its limbs were like curved hooks, firmly fixing its tiny body on the glowing, dimly yellow skeleton, so that it could walk upside down as if on flat ground.

The tiny black shells covering its body are like frosted biomass armor, which masks the reflection of light to the greatest extent and makes its movements less likely to be detected by natural enemies.

Countless building materials whose origins are unknown are piled together randomly, like low-quality building blocks randomly put together by children, forming one crooked, shaking, bloated high-rise building after another.

Ten thousand years ago, this was the most sacred sanctuary in the entire Divine Blessed Continent and also the location of the most glorious city in the entire continent.

Countless ordinary people and practitioners hope to settle here, dreaming that one day they can step onto the divine level and become one of the glorious and great gods.

However, that is all old news.

The gods of the past have long since vanished into thin air, and the glorious era of human cultivation in the past has also returned to nothingness like waves.

It is impossible for human beings today to restore the past glory days when technology and cultivation were highly developed.

Even the most basic social system has regressed to the original ignorant age, and is only surviving in the cracks with the protection of the remaining power of the former gods.

The real masters of the God-blessed Continent are no longer the humans they once were.

Strange beasts and new humans are the current masters of this continent.

Um.

At least co-owners.

The strange beasts and the new humans, who were both mutated by the radiation of divine power ten thousand years ago, are not a strong alliance that can form an iron wall. Instead, they are at loggerheads with each other.

They both wished the other was dead.

The human survivors of the old era, that is, those small tribes that relied on the clan artifacts to survive, barely survived because of this environment.

A silver-white teleportation wormhole opened in an abandoned basement on the edge of the new city.

Five players covered in blood rolled out, mumbling, as if there was something extremely terrifying chasing them from behind, which could take their lives at any time.

The moment they touched the ground, they did not think about observing their surroundings or their own environment, but immediately took a fighting stance and faced the closing wormhole.

It was not until the two-meter-diameter silver-white mirror gradually shrank into nothingness and dissipated into the air that these guys who were staring with horror eyes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They all collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes revealing the joy of surviving the disaster.

"We. We survived."

A short-haired woman with half her arm missing murmured, then grimaced in pain, and quickly took out a bottle of top-grade healing potion and drank it, hoping to recover her broken arm as soon as possible.

These five people are not members of the same natural team.

Rather, they were two teams that happened to bump into each other in the central area.

Originally they were all fully staffed, but the quantitative change in the number of monsters caused a qualitative change.

No one knew why, after both parties arrived at the same time, there were two A-level Dark Deviants standing inside.

For Lu Wenwu, who knew the opponent's weaknesses, these two dark deformers were food that could be easily killed in seconds. They were not to be feared at all and could only be made into sheep's heads and drunk.

But for these players who are only A-level, the battle between the two A-level Dark Deviators joining forces can be called brutal.

Four A-level players can barely fight against the A-level BOSS in a 40:60 ratio.

It doesn't mean that eight A-level players can barely fight against two A-level BOSSes in a 40-60 ratio.

The inequality is solved in seconds.

In order to leave the chaotic maze, three players were killed, and the rest were seriously injured, at least with broken limbs.

In this way, they barely killed a dark aberration and rushed into the teleportation wormhole.

As for how two people from the other two teams of four died instantly in the "maze", they had no idea.

I rested for about five minutes.

At a certain moment, the five people in the room suddenly looked at each other, and then retreated in unison with their original teammates, taking a defensive stance.

They had just been running for their lives side by side, but in just a glance, this fragile alliance collapsed.

This replica is not protected by replica rules.

Killing people can drop equipment!

"Hey, guys, calm down."

On the trio's side, a white man who was less injured stood up and signaled everyone to stop being so tense.

"We've all seen the situation in this dungeon. We've only just entered, and six players have already lost their lives. The death rate is shockingly high."

"Under these circumstances, our only chance of survival is cooperation. If two more of those monsters showed up, we'd be doomed! I suggest we sign another contract."

This white man, who probably had good interpersonal relationships and eloquence, then listed the interests involved and eased the atmosphere between the two sides.

Under his persuasion, the five people actually gave up their plan of infighting and signed a cooperation agreement.

Moreover, he volunteered to go out and gather some intelligence, and brought back a new human as a source of intelligence and interrogated him a little to prepare for their next action.

If Lu Wenwu were here, he would definitely feel familiar with the appearance of this new human.

Tentacles, chitinous carapace, multiple sense organs, multiple limbs.

These were exactly the same as the survivors and evolvers he had seen in the first dungeon he had officially participated in; they were completely cut from the same mold.

Soon, the results of the interrogation came out.

This guy knows nothing about so-called social structure, geographical environment, etc.

He only knew that the entire new city was ruled by a man called "the leader", and that these people were all believers of the New Human Evolution Cult.

The leader is the descendant of God and the greatest being in the world besides God. He has lived for many, many years.

He himself had to obey the orders of the "priest" and perform high-intensity labor every day.

If you are lazy for a moment, you will become the next meal.

Yes, blood food.

Like the Evolvers of the past, this sect has openly embraced cannibalism, unconcerned about whether this will reduce the already scarce population.

The New Human Evolution Cult seems to be well versed in brainwashing techniques.

This captured guy, a low-level believer who was like a slave, was extremely fanatical about the God of Origin revered in the sect.

He firmly believed that even if he was eaten by other believers, he would eventually return to the kingdom of the God of Origin, become a part of Him, and transform into an eternal and immortal existence.

In addition, he also firmly believed that cannibalism was glorious and worthy of pride, and that it was a way to get rid of those who hindered the evolution of the race and contribute to the evolution of the entire new human race.

After these things were revealed through torture, the five people who were sent to the new city fell silent on the spot.

Even the white youth who had previously called on everyone to unite remained silent, with a frown on his face.

How the indigenous people in the copy carry out their cult is their business, and it is meaningless to criticize their values ​​and morals.

But we are now in the lair of this evil cult that eats people without blinking an eye!

How can they disguise themselves as one of these cultists?

In the eastern part of the God-blessed Continent, the Dragon Tribe.

In the brightly lit tent, the four people also fell into deep thought after hearing Long Yuanhai's story.

The situation on the new human side is not so bad, but the current situation and history of the mainland are thought-provoking.

According to this old man who is less than 500 years old, the once blessed continent of God was extremely glorious.

At that time, not only was the path to becoming a god still intact, powerful people emerged in large numbers, and gods stood everywhere, but even ordinary people without any cultivation could possess extremely powerful powers through some "treasures".

The gods protected all living beings until ten thousand years ago, when everything changed.

Some creatures began to undergo strange mutations.

Their minds were distorted, and they began to become bloodthirsty and violent, trying to destroy everything they saw.

At first, there were the lowest-level beasts and insects without any cultivation, and later there were domesticated livestock, wild beasts in the wild, and even ordinary people without any cultivation.

The Blessed One, who was at the peak of his powers at the time, paid no attention.

It was not until this situation occurred among both cultivators and strange beasts that the various forces on the continent finally began to take it seriously.

But it was too late.

In just three years, this strange plague-like force infected 90% of the lives on the continent.

Moreover, decades after the outbreak of the infection, these infected lives have shown varying degrees of mutations.

They become stronger, more terrifying, more rational, and more difficult to kill.

This tug-of-war lasted for hundreds of years.

In the end, only the gods and the places they protected were still struggling to resist.

If the situation does not deteriorate, the gods and the forces they protect will actually have a chance to clean up the earth.

However, the encroachment of strange forces is everywhere.

Until the first god was infected, all efforts collapsed and turned into nothing.

The most powerful Dragon King spent a full nine hundred years, leading the remaining combat forces to sweep away all the gods, top powerhouses, and strange beasts, and collected all the large-scale pollution that could be collected in the Dragon Palace.

All the top resources were used to cast the Nine Heavens Demon Sealing Array, and the rest became the sacred artifacts of each tribe, which were used by each tribe to barely practice.

Lu Wenwu and the others also knew the rest of the story.

The few remaining human survivors on the God-blessed Continent survive on the legacy left by their ancestors.

The infected beasts share the world with those who, after being infected, call themselves new humans and believe in the God of Origin.

The cultural heritage of the human beings in the Shenyou Continent was almost completely destroyed in this catastrophe, leaving only a few fragments of cultivation methods.

If Lu Wenwu and others had not been accidentally teleported into the Dragon Palace, the old Dragon King's desperate all-in plan would have been declared bankrupt.

Judging from the current top combat power level of the God-Blessed Continent, even if the old Dragon King's residual soul can be restored to S-level, it is enough to sweep the entire continent easily.

"So, what exactly will appear within these thirty days to cause the system to classify this world as an A-level instance?"

After returning to the tent arranged by the Shenlong tribe and seeing off the respectful father and son surnamed Long, Lu Wenwu rubbed his chin and thought about this problem in distress.

The other three were also thinking.

Xu Changjiang made up a story for everyone that was very suitable for completing the task.

The general meaning is that within these thirty days, a world-destroying disaster will befall, so they are awakened from their slumber and head to the land to save the remaining people.

It sounds like a savior.

The main quest is ostensibly to survive for thirty days.

But according to the players' understanding of the system, something big or a disaster will definitely happen within these thirty days.

Solving it, or finding a way to survive this event, is the real task.

Based on the current description of the continent, it seems that the war between the new humans and the alien beasts is the most reliable guess.

But Lu Wenwu immediately rejected the conjecture put forward by Wu Jianqing.

This was the third time he had run into that god from outside the realm.

In addition, the name of this copy is called [The Evil God Arrives], Lu Wenwu is sure that the final event must be related to this extraterritorial god.

If it is a simple and brutal war, why is the copy not called [Battle of xx]?

Therefore, the key to the problem can only be hidden in the cult with a long name. The other party's actions do not seem to be a good thing at first glance.

Not always.

Is it that god from outside the realm who has come in person?

Lu Wenwu was shocked by his own thoughts.

It shouldn't be possible. This is too beyond the standard. It is impossible for it to appear in an A-level copy.

According to normal logic, if he and others did not appear in the Dragon Palace, the old Dragon King should have broken through the formation he had set up and led the infected Dragon Palace undead back to the mainland.

He had gotten rid of the old Dragon King who had not recovered to his peak in advance, but the mission was not over yet.

That also proves that there is a power on this continent that can restrain the Old Dragon King.

And what exactly went wrong when the old Dragon King said “I made a mistake” before he died?

Damn it, Riddler, get out of Gotham!

He couldn't even make his last words clear!

Lu Wenwu was indignant.

Seeing that his teammates hadn't come to a conclusion yet, he decisively said, "If it really doesn't work, just confront them!"

Xu Changjiang was startled. "Brother Tyrannosaurus, my dear brother and ancestor, who are you disliking now? Wasn't that old Dragon King enough for you?"

"Of course it's with the New Human Evolution Cult!"

Lu Wenwu bared his arms and rolled up his sleeves, speaking irritably and matter-of-factly.

"Thinking is too much trouble. I don't like it. Let's call some brothers and rush to the new city to kill everyone in their headquarters. The problem will definitely be solved."

Wu Jianqing: “.”

Xu Changjiang: “.”

The pretentious AC cow: "Fight! Awesome! When are we leaving, Tyrannosaurus?"

Wu Jianqing and Xu Changjiang immediately glared at him.

(End of this chapter)