Chapter 608 The Mission Given by the Times

On the endless battlefield, the peak confrontation between various races has had an impact on all aspects.

The most severe of these are the battlefields of various alien races, because there are boundaries in these places and they may be attacked by alien races at any time.

Whenever a battlefield is breached, foreign races will march straight in, and as the war spreads, countless living beings will disappear in the impact.

Therefore, instead of withdrawing forces from these battlefields to deal with the Endless Battlefield, the human leaders sent a lot of powerful men. The consequence was that the Endless Battlefield seemed a little stretched, and the appearance of a dozen or so Sleepers changed the balance of victory.

This was also a last resort. Since we knew in advance about the existence of 100,000 strange rules, necessary countermeasures were necessary.

Even the sleepers of the human race in the Empty Evil Era have been awakened in advance! On the battlefield of the Dead Sea, above the endless dark ocean, there is an endless battle line of the human race, with the sky gates standing tall and the temples floating in the air.

Human figures were everywhere, gods and demons were lurking, and the terrifying fighting spirit gathered and condensed, causing the sun, moon and stars to tremble.

“Here it comes!!”

In the tallest temple, an old man with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the Dead Sea. A terrifying aura swept across the battlefield in an instant.

"Ancestor of Samsara?"

Buzz! The void vibrated, and the four masters guarding the Dead Sea stepped into the temple together and bowed to the white-haired old man.

"The information you obtained is correct. I sensed it. It is indeed the aura of the Sealing Vessel."

The ancestor of Samsara frowned, the aura of time lingering around his body still did not dissipate for a long time, and the discomfort brought about by the separation of time and space made his mood even worse.

"Alas, I didn't expect that my human race couldn't escape this disaster."

His tone was somewhat gloomy. The current situation almost negated the efforts of countless powerful people of their era. This feeling could never be understood by those who were not involved.

The achievement of the Kong'e Era was that they figured out the cause of the strange hidden dangers that had plagued the human race for a long time, and worked hard for an era to suppress and banish all those immortal rule-level monsters, exiling them to the depths of the endless world line.

This method can barely be considered a permanent solution. The elimination of rule-level monsters has also provided the human race with a stable rear base. This can be said to be a very critical prerequisite for the human race to develop so prosperously.

"How did the Nine-Headed Crow survive?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the deep eyes of the Ancestor of Samsara. In order to eliminate all loopholes, the human race’s top leaders chose to get rid of the donkey after it had served its purpose, and took the Nine-headed Crow away with an absolute kill.

In order to ensure a fatal blow, nine ancient artifacts were used. Logically speaking, there was no chance that the Nine-headed Crow would survive.

But now the facts were before him, and he had no choice but to accept it. The Nine-headed Crow was indeed not dead, and it had used his talent to find the exiled monster.

And just as originally speculated, the demon clan was indeed ambitious and had left a backup plan in the sealing vessel. Now they were about to lift the seal, allowing the strange disaster to return to the world.

In the meantime, which link went wrong, the old ancestor of the reincarnation estimated that he would never know. After completing the mission given by the times with untold hardships, he fell into a deep sleep. He did not expect that when he opened his eyes in this new era of billions of years, he would face his old rival again.

"Perhaps, this is the mission of us creatures in the Age of Disaster!"

"Humph! Weird! If I can suppress you once, I can suppress you a second time. As long as I am here, don't even think about passing the Heavenly Gate!"

There was a flash of golden light in the eyes of the Ancestor of Samsara, and his aura was as powerful as a rainbow, sweeping away his lethargy. His resolute will was shaking violently, and strange objects covered with secret codes shot out from his Dantian's sea of ​​qi.

Rumble! The dark and boundless waters of the Dead Sea surged and roared, stirring up waves covering billions of miles, crushing the void and causing it to collapse and shatter.

Buzz——

A strange wave appeared above the Dead Sea. Pale lines extended out abruptly, intertwining and converging into a huge vortex like a white drawing.

Ding! Crash!

Metals collided and rubbed, chains collided crisply, and a square six-colored cube fell from the white-drawn vortex. Regular chains were stretched straight, and after that, one after another, strange-shaped sealing vessels were pulled out one after another, there were as many as seven or eight hundred of them.

The sealing vessel floated above the dark Dead Sea. As the waves rose and fell, an extremely rich breath of time emanated from it.

At the same time, at the boundary deep in the Dead Sea, dense swarms of Dead Sea aliens swarmed out, lined up, and were ready to go, waiting for the monsters to crush the human front line, and then it would be their turn to appear.

The Ancestor of Samsara stood in the void, lowered his head and looked down at the terrifying number of sealing vessels below, then looked at the dozens of unopened sealing vessels floating beside him, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

No matter how passionate and fearless he is, reality is always cruel and cannot be changed by his will.

The feat of suppressing the monster was accomplished at that time, but it took the power of an era. Not many of the comrades at that time fell into deep sleep. There was no way around it. The power of the dormant ancient artifact was limited and it was impossible to take care of everyone.

The refining of sealing vessels also requires enormous cost and effort. There were not many left at the beginning, less than a thousand in total. It was obviously not enough to suppress 100,000 monsters.

Thinking of this, the expression of the Ancestor of Samsara became stern. At this point, he had no choice but to fight with all his might. As long as one less monster could escape, countless lives would be able to avoid disaster.

Everything that happened on the Dead Sea battlefield happened almost simultaneously on other alien battlefields. On each battlefield, hundreds or even thousands of sealing vessels fell out from the white-ink vortex.

The Nine-Headed Crow is very insidious, and the bizarre world he created is also special enough. It can escape in the interlayer of the world line, and can be said to be everywhere. In order to conceal it, it was hidden in the most corrupt endless battlefield of the world line.

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Now, if we want to cause the greatest damage to the human race, the most perfect thing is naturally to attack all the alien battlefields at the same time. Once the front line is broken, the alien army can march straight in, and the human race's heartland will be swept by monsters and aliens at the same time.

By that time, many rulers of the human race will be exhausted and may even have to wake up the sleepers from other eras in advance, which can be said to be killing three birds with one stone.

All the calculations and plans, the final outcome will soon be revealed.

Snap! Snap! The crisp sound of breaking rang out on all the sealing vessels. The powerful seal that had never been erased by endless years seemed to have been destroyed at the core at this moment. It became dilapidated and rotten, and broke into pieces one after another.

“They are back again!”

"All troops, listen up! Prepare for battle—"

“Yes!”

On the gray and silent battlefield, countless soldiers shouted in unison, their eyes were fanatically bright. Right in front of the endless battle line, stood a man in black armor with an indifferent aura. He was the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds from the Age of Emptiness.

On the battlefield of the evil god, an old woodcutter in sackcloth weighed the axe in his hand and grinned, revealing his withered yellow teeth.

"It's strange, just like the trees in the mountains. If you cut them down this year, they will grow again next year. You can never cut them all down, and you can never cut them all down."

"But it doesn't matter. Just keep chopping, that's enough."

After all, only a few people can have the same state of mind as the old woodcutter. Faced with the 100,000 monsters that are about to break the seal, almost everyone's heart is in their throat.

Whether it is the human soldiers who are facing the alien battlefield in person, or the masters of the ten realms who are watching from afar in the endless battlefield.

Except for one person...

Bai Donglin's mouth corners slightly raised, a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes. There was nothing strange, but there was a fireworks show.

It's just that the roles of the appreciator and the appreciated have been reversed.

(End of this chapter)