Generally speaking, the myriad races are not united, and the human race is also in unrest.
There are also three factions within the group: the fight to the death faction, the balance faction, and the neutral faction.
The death-battle faction emphasizes the word "reckless", which means killing, killing, killing, fighting, fighting, fighting. Either the alien beasts die, or the human race perishes.
The balance faction believes that the human race is also a part of all races and should be integrated into them and maintain a balance with them, so as to reduce external pressure and gain more time for peaceful development internally.
All interests are considered first.
If a situation arises where they have to hand over a few people in exchange for a hundred years of peace for the human race, they will consider the pros and cons, and if the pros outweigh the cons, they will agree without hesitation.
Everything is based on the overall interests of humanity, and we are not willing to sacrifice individuals for the benefit of the collective.
The last faction, the neutral faction, is the camp chosen by most powerful people. It does not help either side and is not that extreme.
Of course, this situation occurs because there is no leader within the human race.
In other words, there is no leader who can truly suppress all the strong ones.
Hence, differences of opinion arise.
Having said that, when faced with an attack from all races, these strong men will still fight together.
It is also because of this that the human race has been able to survive to this point.
Wherever there are people, there will be disputes, even in the world of advanced martial arts.
In the human territory, in a dark underground space.
The torches were burning, emitting distorted light, and bloodstains were vaguely visible.
The air was filled with a fishy and rotten smell.
At this moment, screams lingered in the space.
"Oh my God! What's going on?"
Damn it! What on earth happened?
"Is that fellow Li Teler dead? Is there something wrong with this sacrificial formation?"
"Turn on the light! Turn on the light and check!"
“…”
As the words fell, someone pressed the button.
In an instant.
The lights above came on, illuminating the entire huge room as if it were daytime.
Looking ahead, a wide area appeared.
Surrounded by walls, the environment looks like an underground parking lot, or like a secret underground space specially dug out.
Closed, silent, and perfectly hidden...
At this moment, a group of remnants of evil warriors, exuding the aura of warriors and wearing black robes, were surrounding a figure lying on the ground with blood oozing from all seven orifices of his head.
"Oh! Damn it! We wasted so many materials and resources, and this is the result?"
"Is he dead or not? Have we contacted him or not? I'm so anxious! Why is there no result?"
"Have you checked it out? Have you checked it out?"
"Damn it! Keep quiet! You don't want to attract the lackeys from the Martial Arts Association! If we get exposed, we'll all be finished!"
“…”
After a long time, the inspection was completed.
"He's not dead yet, but he's almost dead. He suffered a very strong mental shock and couldn't withstand it. He's now a living dead."
Upon hearing this result, the evil warriors waiting for me at the scene changed color instantly.
"Shit! What's going on? Mental shock? How could a mental shock occur? Is there something wrong with the magic circle?"
"It's over. We haven't contacted the Lord of the God Clan. Sooner or later, our identities will be exposed and we will be caught by those running dogs."
"Damn it, that broken magic circle is useless. What should I do now?"
"Kal'tsit, the method you provided was ineffective and resulted in the death of one person. You must take responsibility for it."
“…”
As they were talking, someone suddenly turned the topic and directed it at the evil warrior who had initially provided the method.
However, upon hearing this, the middle-aged man named Kal'tsit remained expressionless, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. He snorted coldly and spoke.
"You're a bunch of idiots! Don't you have any brains?"
"This guy suffered a mental shock, doesn't it prove that the magic circle is useful?"
"It's just that his mental strength was too weak. He couldn't even communicate and was turned into a fool by the aftermath."
"So, as long as someone's mental strength is strong enough, they can successfully get in touch with the adults of the God Clan and communicate."
"This idiot, I don't know if he succeeded in thinking about our situation to the higher-ups. I hope his death was not in vain, otherwise, it would be a waste of resources."
“…”
After hearing this speech, everyone felt that it made some sense.
But despite this, I still feel very uncomfortable.
The other party's behavior made it seem as if he was the only one with intelligence.
After a few breaths, everyone looked at each other and spoke with a sneer.
"Kel'tsit, if that's the case, let's do it again. You will communicate with the God Clan Master."
"Yeah, yeah! This guy is a loser. I hope you're not."
"I agree! Now that we've come to this point, and you think you're not an idiot, then let you, the smart guy, take the stage!"
"Don't just sit there, get ready! Time is running out! Don't waste resources and time."
“…”
As they were talking, everyone started working in tacit understanding, preparing for the second communication array.
Seeing this, Kal'tsit's face turned a little ugly and her eyes looked a little gloomy, but she didn't say anything in rebuttal.
Because he clearly understood that in this environment, there was no point in refuting, these guys were determined to let him communicate.
What's more, there are four or five so-called former accomplices who are sneering and rubbing their hands ready to fight.
If you disagree, the result is self-evident.
Life is like hehehe, since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it actively.
So he spoke in a cold voice.
"I'll do it, you guys are a bunch of losers, you can't even do such a small thing."
After he finished speaking, regardless of the many evil warriors who were once again looking unhappy because of being scolded, he took the initiative to step forward and prepared to activate the communication array again.
After a moment.
“Ahhhhh…”
Screams were heard one after another, and soon several evil warriors carried the corpse and placed it in a certain location again.
In addition, bucket after bucket of blood was poured into the groove on the ground, forming some kind of magic altar in this space.
then.
Silently, the lights were turned off again, and the remaining torches burned.
Waves of murmuring and chanting came out from everyone's mouth.
"Actinium, actinium, bobo, bobo, actinium, actinium..."
"Praise the great God-God, the Lord of all races, the source of all living things..."
A mysterious atmosphere was created, and a mysterious scarlet light emerged from the messy grooves.
The large amount of blood and the vital energy on the corpse gradually disappeared into thin air as if they were swallowed by some unknown existence.
In the middle, a blue space ripple appeared, but it was not big, about the size of an ordinary person's palm.
Then, Kal'tsit took a deep breath, walked forward pretending to be calm, put all her mental energy into it, and sent a message.
If possible, he didn't want to take the risk and use up all his mental energy.
But since we don’t have enough strength, this is all we can do.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to transmit information and establish contact.
On the other side, deep in the Ten Thousand Races, the Beast King’s anger subsided a lot after venting for half a day.
At this moment, the altar suddenly started up automatically, and a space tunnel used for communication that was countless times smaller appeared in the middle.
In an instant, he calmed down, leaned over, and carefully used a little mental strength to start communicating.
This time it won't do it the same way as before.
At the very least, not before successfully obtaining hundreds of thousands of human beings as sacrifices to report to the higher-ups.
Otherwise, God knows when we will be able to get in touch again.