Chapter 812 108 Wise Ghosts, see the Master of the Mo Sect
Terror descends upon the entire continent, plunging the world into chaos!
The previously weak western continent was the first to be attacked.
On a spaceship stood several converts from the Rouen civilization who had become gods.
The leader was 300 meters tall and exuded a thick black mist, with only his scarlet eyes appearing and disappearing in the mist.
"The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year."
"The older I get, the more I appreciate the preciousness of life. Under the leadership of [My Lord], there is no strife in the Brave New World, but compared to the diversity of the Pangu Continent, it is indeed lacking."
His heart had long been submerged in coldness and cruelty. Looking at the chaotic world, with smoke and fire everywhere, he felt a long-lost sense of pleasure, as if his humanity had been revived.
“Every time I see the end of the era, I have completely different thoughts. If we had stood on the side of the Pangu Continent back then, we would be nothing but dust by now, and nothing would exist.”
There is naturally a concept of seniority among the gods.
Most of the crew members on the spaceship look no different from normal people; they simply maintain their eternal life through blood sacrifice energy.
A small number of people exude an eerie aura and are transforming into shadow creatures.
Only those high-ranking tribal leaders are granted the ability to "transform all beings" and directly convert to the faith of "God".
The Rouen civilization was the first generation of traitors, possessing great strength and accumulated wealth.
However, their ideology has changed, making it difficult for them to develop materialism, and they remain at only a level six civilization to this day.
Of course, a level 6 civilization's technological level, coupled with its formidable individual strength, is more than enough to slaughter any civilization.
The leader did not directly attack the civilization beneath his feet, but instead admired the post-apocalyptic scenes in the city: "Low-level species, the highest divine attribute is only 20 points, not even a Great Spirit Awakener."
"Who among you is willing to join the war?"
"I'm willing!" The shadow creatures below looked up, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.
When death comes, not every civilization is willing to fight back; morale collapse is the norm.
They were even less willing to expose themselves directly.
There is great terror between life and death; once the city self-destructs, nothing will remain.
Who doesn't harbor a sliver of wishful thinking?
These cities, instead, witnessed apocalyptic carnivals, with looting, arson, violence, and rape becoming the norm amidst the collapse of order. A large number of people were also fleeing, their cars and spaceships scattering in all directions.
The Rouen civilization's conversion to [God] coldly stated, "Therefore, the creation of the Brave New World was inevitable."
"The creatures here are too weak and too chaotic. It is their honor to become nourishment for our evolution."
He took a deep breath and shouted: "Listen up, civilizations below!"
Those who convert to my Lord have a glimmer of hope; those who resist will be killed without mercy!
The voice was grand and majestic, carrying a strange and bewitching power that instilled fear in people and made them want to worship it.
The officers guarding the city below wavered, and the cars and spaceships came to a stop.
The city was in chaos, and morale was already low. This kind of manipulation made people restless.
People couldn't help but think to themselves, "The overwhelming number of spaceships in the sky is not something that a single 'Pangu's Hand' can handle. Even if we were to actually fight and shoot down a few of their spaceships, our side would be wiped out."
"or……"
But in that moment of hesitation, countless shadowy monsters jumped off the spaceship, unleashing their majesty without reservation, and black mist enveloped the entire city.
In a short time, all living things turned into skeletons, leaving behind only a dried-up city of death.
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In an Ethernet network, information flows like a flood.
Civilizations perished one by one.
[Never stop resisting!]
The enemy's numbers are finite! Only through resistance can we win future victory.
There were just too many warning messages, and no one paid attention to the affairs of other civilizations anymore; only their own fate mattered!
Smoke and fire filled the air as countless cities were attacked.
The land was devastated, blood was everywhere, and wisps of crimson smoke drifted in the atmosphere, like weeping faces.
Often, it is only a brief moment of hesitation that allows evil spirits to invade and concepts to enter the mind, thus losing the chance to resist.
Cities were swallowed up one by one, and all their vitality was transformed into blood sacrifice energy.
The collapse of the Western Continent was inevitable.
The battles on the southern continent were the most brutal, as the Neutrino Industrial Alliance was, after all, a top-tier level six civilization with formidable combat power!
Battle fortresses rose from the ground, and the bright light of antimatter bombs illuminated the entire western continent!
However, signs of a breakdown in the fighting have also emerged on the fringes.
The cries of agony were most frequent in the central continent, and the most civilizations perished there. Unlike other sparsely populated regions, this place was densely populated with civilizations.
Although the resistance was equally strong, there were also far too many weaker civilizations.
Countless corpses lay strewn about, and many cities were reduced to ruins, a scene of utter desolation.
"Tower Civilization, Gear Civilization, please return from afar... save us from this calamity!" someone pleaded, kneeling in the jungle.
Individual individuals might have a chance of escaping in the wilderness. However, these jungles are not safe places. Under the influence of the chaotic winds, numerous mutations are occurring, and their lifespans are short. Within a few months, they will mutate and die.
"The Ninth Era was too short; a Level 7 civilization hasn't even emerged yet... If God gave us another five hundred years, things would definitely be different now!"
Some officers murmured to themselves, "It's better to rely on yourself than on others! In the end, we can only depend on ourselves!"
A spaceship took off from the ground like a madman, rushing towards the fleet. But the technological gap was too great; before it could even get close, it was hit by a laser, dismembered, and turned into a meteor that crashed to the ground.
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Even some adversaries felt a pang of sympathy, for these scenes were all too familiar; they had experienced them themselves, and recalling them now still caused them heartache.
The catastrophe of the era, everything reduced to nothingness, was truly heartbreaking.
Every civilization has great people and saints, as well as villains and mediocre people.
Now, great men and saints have all joined the war, while some petty men and mediocre men have also begun to take up arms and fight, while others simply hide in the rear, trembling with fear, hoping for the enemy's mercy, hoping for a powerful civilization to descend from the heavens and save them from their dire straits—this is, of course, just wishful thinking. The entire Pangu Continent has been sealed off, and it is easy for any civilization to leave but difficult to enter.
At this moment, some of the converts to [God] who were participating in battle for the first time were actually somewhat dazed.
They saw those who had surrendered and felt inexplicable hatred for them, and devoured them all with lightning speed.
"It seems we're not old yet, and we still have a bit of humanity left." They chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Unlike the Rouen civilization, which was long ago assimilated by [Our Lord]."
Yes, becoming a convert to God naturally comes at a price, namely, assimilation!
Both the body and mind will gradually converge, only in this way can the philosophical concept of "all beings are me" be realized.
But there was no turning back at this moment. They quickly shook off these emotions, regained their ruthlessness, and their eyes flashed with a cold light. The killing resumed, and blood covered the city!
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The only place that's intact is the North!
There has been no battle in the North for the time being, probably because the North is a relatively small target, but it is also a tough nut to crack, where many evil gods have failed in the past.
But it's only a matter of time before the North is invaded; the enemy won't let any corner go!
Unless all powerful civilizations are wiped out, there is no possibility that God will spare the weaker civilizations, not out of pity, but to tame them like livestock for the long term!
"I'm setting off." Lu Yuan returned to Green City, bidding farewell to his family and friends. "Wait for my good news!"
His parents didn't understand: "You... are clearly the leader of the eighteen civilizations of mankind, why would you personally participate in the lunar landing war?"
"What kind of logic is it for a leader to personally go to the battlefield?"
Their opposition grew louder and louder, and tears welled up in their eyes.
In their eyes, the lunar landing war was a certain death sentence. If the battle on the Pangu Continent was already so terrifying, what kind of dragon's den and tiger's lair must the enemy's headquarters be? This is the most basic thought of an ordinary person.
Lu Yuan could not answer, so he remained silent.
Miss Conch knew the truth. Holding Lu Yuan's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, she didn't refute him. They had been married for so many years, and they had discussed many things countless times before.
The old cat stood watching from afar, sighing softly.
Lu Yuan finally said, "I cannot stand idly by in this matter. Without me, the war will be lost; with me, there is only a glimmer of hope!"
His tone was firm, carrying a hint of authority.
Dad and Mom were at a loss for what to do, and tears dripped onto the ground.
They are just ordinary people, without a particularly strong will, and not even mythical figures.
Lu Yuan composed himself: "You all stay here and wait for my good news."
He turned around, waved, and strode away, not even daring to look back.
He was afraid that if he looked back even once, his resolve would waver, but then he heard Miss Sazae calling out from behind, "Have a safe journey!"
Upon arriving at the military zone, the elite troops from the North were already waiting, with all sorts of weapons of war, large and small. The soldiers' faces were solemn and serious, making the final moment unsettling, but with a leader guiding the team, there was nothing to panic about.
"Gentlemen, this is a glorious war! We are fighting on behalf of the Northern Civilization!"
"Now, let's head together to the Iron Key Alliance and land on the moon!"
Lu Yuan kept it brief.
"The North! The North!"
Each unit entered the space tunnel.
The Northern Legion, 2291 men, are all mythical figures created through their own efforts!
"War is brewing..." The You Clan Emperor, hiding in another dimension, asked, "Are you confident?"
“I haven’t made much progress in recent decades,” Lu Yuan replied, “but that’s alright, I’m strong enough.”
"Don't worry about the Pangu Continent. It's such a big world. Even if these civilizations were slaughtered without any resistance, it would still take several years. Not to mention that you are still resisting. It won't be possible to take it down in less than several decades or hundreds of years."
"On the contrary, the lunar war is more important; the outcome might be decided in just a few months. Are you confident?"
Lu Yuan didn't speak, but instead gathered his strength.
Arriving at the Iron Key Alliance via a spatial tunnel is a matter of moments.
As a long-established alliance, the venue was very large and fully equipped, but no one was in the mood for a tour; they simply waited silently for all the warriors to arrive.
Ancient Insect and [Xing], those old guys, were already waiting in a vacant seat.
The entire elite team, totaling 32,000 people, plus an "era fortress," will be transported to the moon.
Lu Yuan is the undisputed supreme commander, not only because of the support of the superhumans, but also because of the "Inner World Alliance". In addition, he has a very high reputation, which makes many warriors submit to him.
"Alas, what will become of my Underground Alliance..." The old worm sighed, his voice trembling.
It started to get scared again.
They were not only worried about the fate of the Underground Alliance, but even more worried about themselves.
"Lu Yuan, if I die, you must help me restore the reputation of 'Myth of the Demon'."
"Haha, provided I can survive." Lu Yuan suddenly laughed.
Suddenly, the wind rose and the clouds surged, the sky turned crimson, and a violent rain of blood fell all over the world.
The sudden blood rain caught the attention of the elite team.
The sticky raindrops, like petroleum, clung to my skin, causing a burning pain.
But at this moment, it is the new hope for the Pangu Continent!
"Hmm? Is this a farewell gift from the Pangu Continent to us?"
The demon has descended!
After the "Boundless" shattered, all the [ghosts] drifted in the universe, totaling more than 20,000.
So many "ghosts" would have been a huge scourge in the past; even a level six civilization would have had to expend tremendous effort to capture them. Therefore, the project of the Eighth Era created a more harmonious environment for the Ninth Era, and could be considered as cleaning up the mess left by the Mo Clan.
But now, these "ghosts" have become a fighting force, and under the guidance of the world's will, they have returned to the continent.
Amidst the rain of blood, one after another, eerie figures rose to their feet.
Some people had long, slanted shadows, while others had festering sores all over their bodies and stared blankly into the distance.
They are irrational, and therefore unaffected by "conceptual abilities".
If they encounter a "god," it will only result in a head-on confrontation.
"It's the end of the world again, the last cycle has begun." A group of ghosts possessed by demons looked at the blood-red sky and led their companions to the location of the Iron Key Alliance.
"The last time I saw this scene was in the Seventh Era. In the Eighth Era, we collectively entered the Boundless Realm but did not participate in the final Epoch War."
"But no matter what, we still made it to the scene, so it was somewhat meaningful."
Their conscious state can only be maintained for a short period of time, but that's enough.
"108 Wise Ghosts pay homage to the Lord of the Mo Sect!" These Wise Ghosts bowed deeply to Lu Yuan. "Today is the day we realize our true meaning!"
The world was shocked!
Other civilizations had no idea what this meant. They only knew that these "ghosts" were allies, but why were they so deeply subservient to Lu Yuan?
(End of this chapter)
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