On the other side, on the sea of ​​blood.

The war machines from Mo City, in conjunction with the primitive people, are engaged in a fierce battle with the Western gods.

The Western Protoss have a relatively complex array of units: dwarf giants, elven treants, and many more.

Although we are outnumbered, our soldiers are all brave and fierce, and with the high priest's blessing, we are not at a disadvantage.

Most importantly, this high priest of the primitive tribe also possessed resurrection magic.

Once a primitive man fell, he would pluck a leaf from the totem tree behind him and throw it to him.

The dead primitive man immediately revived with full health and continued to roar as he rejoined the battle.

In any case, we don't need to worry about casualties until the IV drips are completely used up.

As for the damaged war machines, the wooden repairmen in the city of Mo were busy running back and forth.

Seeing how "cheap" our tactics were, Michael, the guardian deity of "America's father," the king of holy war, and the strongest angel among the Western gods, flew out.

Michael is God's chief warrior and the leader of the heavenly angels.

His deeds include: annihilating the 185,000-strong Assyrian army that invaded Jerusalem in one night, preventing Abraham from sacrificing his only son, and capturing and imprisoning the ancient dragon Satan.

Michael's power rivals that of the Great Demon King, as he carried out the creation of humanity and fought against its opponent, Satan.

In the Dead Sea Scrolls, in the chapter "The War Between the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness," Michael, as the vice-king of the Kingdom of Heaven and the Lord of Light, leads the angelic legion in a decisive battle against the dark legion of Belial, the ruler of darkness.

Upon seeing Michael, who had a pair of wings and held a sword in his left hand and a scale in his right, the young general immediately became interested.

He strode forward, his bow-legged legs droning.

"Oh my god, you're holding a knife in one hand and a scale in the other, are you selling meat?"

"Don't tell me you're selling wings too..."

The young general's rude words immediately drew a reprimand from Michael's attendant angel.

“You rude barbarian from the East, this is the great Archangel Michael.”

"His greatness can light up the whole sky!"

To the angel's words, the young general merely glanced at him and said, "Bullshit."

He then ignored the other person and continued to speak to Michael.

Hey buddy, can I ask you something?

"I heard that you angels are neither male nor female and have no gender? Then how do you have children? What's the point of living?"

Seeing the other person blushing from his question, the young general exclaimed in surprise, "No way? Did I guess right? You really don't have a little thing?!"

At this point, the young general burst into laughter.

"Wife, wife, look! There's a eunuch here!"

Enraged by this humiliation, Michael raised his holy sword high and roared, "Holy Light!"

A blinding beam of light descended from the sky, striking the young general like a laser cannon.

The young general was startled and jumped behind Emperor Mo with a cry of "Oh my god!"

The Ink Emperor showed no sign of weakness, and with a cold laugh, declared: "The Ink Masters will protect the world!"

As they spoke, a phantom image of a high-quality replica of Mo City rose up, blocking the holy light.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. Behold the Mohist school's art of attacking with ink!"

As they were talking, an outrageously large siege crossbow appeared; it was the kind that fired in rapid succession.

Siege arrows, thicker than a man's thigh, rained down on Michael.

And so, the two top experts from the East and West began to fight fiercely.

Seeing this, another angel came out.

His entire body was engulfed in purple flames, and he held a flaming sword in his hand.

It was Uriel, the angel who controlled the fires of hell.

During the final judgment, Uriel opened the gates of hell he was in charge of, and with his flaming sword, he burned the most sinful people in hell.

He warned Noah of a great flood, so he is also known as the Angel of Revelation.

Uriel hates the young general because he just said that angels are all eunuchs.

Without a word, the flaming greatsword slashed down heavily forward.

A crack appeared beneath the young general's feet, from which thick black smoke billowed, carrying a strong smell of sulfur.

The young general accidentally fell in.

However, he possessed "high magical power" and, at a crucial moment, used his chin to hang on the edge of the crack.

"Oh my god, are you digging a hole? Are you setting a trap?"

"You little purple sweet potato, you're really awful..."

Before the young general could finish speaking, a golden hand materialized from the man's body and gently flicked the young general's forehead.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

"Boss, why are you touching us...?"

With a cry, the young general fell into the crack, which closed with a rumble and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The events that just happened left everyone bewildered, regardless of whether they were on the opposing side or not.

Everyone was wondering why the gentleman would help Uriel seal the young general in hell.

That crack we just saw is the passage to hell.

Although everyone's eyes were on him, the man remained silent.

Only the young monk hurriedly spoke up to "make amends" for his teacher.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, if I don't go to hell, who will? Brother, have mercy."

After saying that, he realized something was wrong; his brother had thrown the young general in, so he quickly corrected himself.

"Even if Brother Daji goes to hell, it's the same. Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

Everyone was speechless.

A moment later, seeing that the Western gods were still staring at the gentleman, another loyal fan of the gentleman, Master Chang, became unhappy.

"What are you looking at? How dare you stare directly at a gentleman! That's rude!"

As he spoke, he flapped his sky-covering wings, stirring up a whirlwind that blew towards the western gods.

After being reminded by Master Chang, our personnel quickly looked away from Mr. Xiang and stared at the Western gods.

It was as if they hadn't even looked at the gentleman.

To ease the awkwardness, Wang Shushan, a renowned contemporary Confucian scholar and the current president of the Confucius Institute, spoke up.

"Sir, a Confucian disciple requests to participate in the battle."

The gentleman was worried about this upright scholar, so he did not agree immediately.

Wang Shushan clearly understood his teacher's thoughts and solemnly said, "Where righteousness lies, I will go even if it means facing thousands of enemies."

"Confucian disciple Wang Shushan requests to participate in the battle!"

Looking into Wang Shushan's resolute eyes, the teacher nodded deeply.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

The word "senior brother" brought Wang Shushan back to his memories of those days, and he immediately replied with a smile.

“Sacrificing my life for righteousness is my lifelong ambition, sir, you need not worry.”

After speaking, he took the book and came before the angel Uriel.

Seeing Wang Shushan's righteous aura soaring into the sky, with the phantom images of a million Confucian scholars appearing behind him, even a powerful angel from hell dared not be careless.

"Who are you, Uriel, the great angel of revelation and God's faithful servant?"

Wang Shushan looked up at Uriel indifferently and said calmly, "I am but a commoner in China, not worth mentioning."

"Let's fight!"

Wang Shushan's attitude enraged Uriel, who brought down his flaming greatsword.

“Ignorant barbarian from the East, you know nothing of the power of the gods!”

"You know nothing of someone as great as me!"