As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar suddenly rang out.
After a loud "boom", the metal door slowly opened from the inside out.
The light from inside fell on everyone as the door opened.
The God of Creation standing at the front took a step without hesitation and was the first to step into the doorway filled with light.
Seeing this, the other main gods and messengers did not dare to hesitate at all and followed closely behind him and entered.
When everyone finally entered, the scene before them made everyone gasp.
Looking around, one could see tables with a cold metallic luster neatly arranged in the huge space.
And on each metal table, there was a man with explosive muscles lying quietly.
At first glance, they are so densely packed that there are as many as ten thousand such metal tables!
Such a grand scene is truly spectacular and breathtaking!
Each of these men closed their eyes and lay there quietly without moving, as if they were just in a deep sleep.
However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that although their chests did not rise and fall noticeably, judging from the faint aura emanating from their bodies, they were obviously not dead.
What was even more shocking was that when the aura emanating from these ten thousand men gathered together, it was as heavy and solid as a towering mountain reaching into the clouds, overwhelming everyone present with unparalleled pressure.
How could those gods' messengers with lesser cultivation withstand such terrifying pressure?
In just a moment, many of them felt their legs go weak and could no longer stand. They fell directly onto the hard ground with a "thump".
Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, soaking their clothes in a blink of an eye.
This... the people I see before my eyes are all above the eighth level of Hundred Enemy Level!
Moreover, there are so many powerful warriors who can defeat a hundred people at the ninth level?
A divine messenger stared with eyes wide open, looking at the densely packed figures in front of him in disbelief, his mouth wide open, but unable to utter a word.
It took him a long while to come back to his senses, and he screamed frantically in his heart: "You told me this is a military group? Are you kidding me? If any of them were taken out alone, they could become the leader of a small faction, okay?"
You know, although these twelve gods have powerful strength, they are only at the ninth level of fighting against a hundred people.
And in the army group that appeared before him at this moment, there were an astonishing number of strong men of the same level. How could he not feel extremely shocked?
Brown, who was standing aside, had a smug look on his face, very satisfied with the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.
He raised his head slightly and said with a proud smile, "Haha, that's right! Just as you can see, this invincible army is composed entirely of powerful warriors above the eighth level who can defeat hundreds of enemies."
"Before the Creator God went into seclusion, there were still some 'defective' soldiers in the army who were only able to fight against 100 enemies at the seventh level."
"However, through our unremitting efforts over the past few days, we have now successfully trained as many as 2,500 top-level masters who can defeat 100 people at the ninth level, and 7,500 equally powerful masters who can defeat 100 people at the eighth level."
"As for those 'defective products' that didn't meet the standards, hehe, I've naturally disposed of them in the most merciful way possible, humanely destroying them."
"So, what's presented to you is exactly ten thousand elites among the elites, with formidable individual combat capabilities!"
When Brown said this, the gods present instantly widened their eyes, opened their mouths wide enough to fit an egg, and their faces were filled with expressions of disbelief.
They seemed to be petrified, standing there blankly, completely unable to react.
Some of the gods' messengers even felt weak in the legs and almost collapsed to the ground.
Because of extreme shock, their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads, soon soaking their backs.
"2500 hundred men against the ninth dan? And 7500 hundred men against the eighth dan?"
A god repeated the number Brown said in a trembling voice, thinking he must have heard it wrong.
Each of these powerful beings is enough to cause a stir outside, and now so many of them appear at once!
This...how is this possible?
This is simply outrageous.
And since when did a Hundred Man Enemy Seventh Stage become a defective product?
Do you know that being able to defeat 100 people of the seventh degree is a height that many people cannot reach even if they spend their entire lives to do so? Even the world boxing champion is only as good as him, and you actually say that it is a defective product?
Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
For a moment, the entire scene fell into deathly silence, with only the heavy breathing of the gods' messengers rising and falling.
They looked at Brown, wondering how he could do it.
He's simply a lunatic.
The God of Creation ignored the inner complaints of the gods' messengers, but he was very satisfied with Brown's masterpiece.
These people will be his bargaining chips for his future campaigns.
Suddenly, he waved his hand and shouted, "Wake up, my puppet soldiers."
As soon as he finished speaking, invisible lines of spiritual power flew out from the hands of the God of Creation, and then shot straight towards the ten thousand people lying on the metal platform.
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