The development trends of the five countries are quite different, and it is difficult to say who is advanced and who is backward. The undead industry of Blood Moon has reached the pinnacle and not a single corpse will be wasted. Gospel is good at nationwide coordinated production. The bureaucratic system of Stars is the most honest and fair. The Abyss relies on virtual creatures to participate in production and reproduction, and Paradise can allow souls to ascend to eternal paradise... We can only say that "each has its own advantages and disadvantages."
But if the "proportion of magicians" is the only criterion, then Gospel undoubtedly crushes all other countries. Under the active and complete education and guidance system, the proportion of Gospel magicians in the population has reached an astonishing 10.19%. Although most of them have been silver magicians for their entire lives and do not even dare to explore the virtual realm to condense virtual wings, it is precisely because of such an excellent population dividend that the Gospel Kingdom can take the lead in the wave of the five countries' unification and eat the largest piece of the pie.
Absorbing foreign advanced technology and exploring foreign market potential, Gospel has 600 small and micro enterprises born every day, and Gospel alone accounts for 30% of the transportation quota of permanent empty gates, which is simply Gospel dumping goods to the four countries. Even if the other four countries are jealous, they can't do anything. At most, they can sign large orders between countries, but private trade can only rely on the subjective initiative of entrepreneurs.
They can't even protect their own markets by raising tariffs or something like that - the Supreme Power of the Stars has taken a very tough one-size-fits-all approach and set extremely loose trade rules. The five countries are now thriving and competitive, and even the Kingdom of the Stars can't gain any advantage, but is instead lagging behind in national competition.
But the Supreme Stars didn't care which country sucked blood and which country fell behind, anyway, they were all her countries now. It was like playing a business strategy game, as long as she could raise a monster-level capital, what did it matter if she suffered a lot in the capital circle?
However, Gospel only has an advantage in the population of magicians, but when it comes to "high-level combat power", the opposite is true. It is not that Gospel has few legendary magicians, on the contrary, the number of legendary magicians in Gospel is also in the upper reaches of the five countries.
But the gospel legends are all external energy sources and processors of the gods.
The Gospel God can cover the whole country and capture all living beings, and it does not need the intervention of the Lord God, but relies on dozens of legendary sanctuaries to drive it. The legendary sanctuaries also voluntarily become the plug-in of the Gospel God. After all, the Gospel God gives them the qualifications to get close to the realm of God. Very few magicians can resist this temptation, not to mention that the magicians of the sanctuary can often be promoted to legends by contacting the Gospel - which magician of the sanctuary dares to guarantee that he will definitely become a legend in his lifetime?
The sanctuary magicians from other countries who had reached the end of their magic path successively made requests to the Isu royal family. They were willing to give up everything and go to Nabisteen, even if they would become captives of the gods. Who in the sanctuary who pursued magic would not want to see the legendary scenery? Even if the price was a lifetime.
However, this prosperous era with many righteous people was just a false prosperity that could be broken at any moment. Melda looked at the Gospel Councillors who were unable to bear the pressure of the legends, and the expressionless Blood Saint Elf could not help but show a contemptuous expression.
She knew that there were dozens of Gospel Legends in the underground palace of the gods, less than a kilometer away, but none of them could stand in front of them. She actually hoped that the Gospel Legend would respond to their provocation without knowing their own strength, so that the Blood Saint Legend could humiliate their legend in their capital... What could be better than breaking the spine to help these barbarians find their own position?
Melda's confidence is not arrogance, but Blood Moon has already investigated clearly that the legend of Nabisteen has no fighting power at all!
In order to support the Gospel Spirit, the legendary magicians had no time to practice at all. They were raised by the Gospel Spirit into a group of fat people, with only the name of legend but not the reality... In the closed era of the six countries, this mechanism of raising high-level magicians to waste was undoubtedly beneficial to the country. The country did not need a legendary magician who could destroy the country. In fact, it was not just the Gospel. The governments of the six countries used all means to restrain the legendary sanctuary. Any powerful regime would inevitably suppress high-level magicians. This was an inevitable contradiction between a national organization and a powerful individual.
But the Gospel was really suppressed too much. All the legendary magicians were disabled, and they could only bully the Sanctuary magicians. In the past, this was more than enough, but unfortunately the era of bullying in the home is over, and now it is the era of co-struggle among the five countries.
Lalafei, who is immersed in the pastoral era, will eventually enter the same arena with bloodthirsty bats and vicious jackals.
"The power of the Dragon King!" "Angel Alliance!" "Heaven-sent divine weapons..."
As the royal secret guards opened the gospel book, rays of light penetrated the hall and shone onto the gospel magicians. The various blessings from the gods comprehensively strengthened their various attributes. Even the silver magician could resist the suffocating legendary killing intent!
"Gospel protection..." Melda whispered softly. This was the biggest variable in the plan. Gospel magicians could borrow the power of the Gospel spirit by consuming merit. The Yisu royal family had been diligently managing the country for seven hundred years, and the merit accumulated could only be counted in large quantities. Even if the Gospel spirit was not good at attacking, the divine power it leaked was enough to raise the magician's combat power to a higher level.
But that's all.
"Ambassador Melda!" The third witch, Eflin, could no longer suppress her anger, and her hair stood on end like a blue shorthair. "What do you mean by this? Do you want to start a war between Blood Moon and Gospel?"
"Of course not. Under the watchful eyes of the stars, how dare we violate laws and regulations and invade other countries?" Melda shook her head: "This is just our sincerity. In order to assist Gospel in hunting down the vicious demigod magician Ash Seath, Blood Moon is willing to send three legendary military officers to participate in the hunt and do their best to complete the mission issued by the Supreme Stars."
Adjutant Du Du introduced them to everyone: "This is Major General Moragu, this is Major General Bart, and this is Major General Norman... Three of you, it seems that our good intentions have been misunderstood. Can you please take care of the people of the Gospel?"
The bats flying in the sky above the banquet hall immediately returned to the Blood Saint Legend's body. The pale-faced Moragu showed a cold smile: "Sorry, maybe it's a cultural gap, but this is the way we greet each other. I mean no offense."
"That's right," Bart, the Blood Saint Fishman, showed his sharp teeth, "Where are the legends here? We are looking forward to communicating with legends from other countries."
Norman wore a mask and did not speak, but his cold gaze swept across the entire venue. The magicians who were stared at by him felt uncomfortable as if they were being licked by a giant python. The seeds of fear were quietly planted in their hearts, and even the blessing of the gospel could not awaken their courage.
The three Blood Saints are all "Ancient Coffin Legends". The youngest, Norman, has been active in the world for three hundred years. He usually sleeps in a coffin in various branches of the Church of the Beloved and performs the "Blood Source Ceremony" to absorb the spirituality of the believers to nourish his blood.
This is the advantage that the Blood Moon Kingdom has over other countries—the legendary magicians of the Blood Moon cannot die!
The average lifespan of a legendary magician is only 100 years. In fact, except for the two special cases of Blood Moon and Gospel, the average lifespan of legendary magicians in other countries is slightly lower than that of the Holy Land magicians. Because Ruby Mountain is far more dangerous than the Faraway Space—now the Dream Staircase—any legend who wants to reach the pinnacle of magic or even surpass the limits of mortals must participate in the bloody hunt in Ruby Mountain.
Compared to Ruby Mountain, the Far Away Space is simply a place for retirement. After all, the creatures in the Void Realm will at most bite you, but if you lose in a legendary fight, other magicians will do their best to erase your soul. It is very normal for the Holy Land to be peaceful for twenty years, and for the Legendary Realm to be destroyed in three years.
The legendary sanctuaries of normal countries will naturally change with the times, but this does not exist in Blood Moon. The Blood Moon Shadows are all immortal species, which means that the legendary sanctuaries that were born more than a thousand years ago can survive until now!
Of course, there is a price to pay. The active period of the immortal species is actually only a hundred years or so. After a long time, their spirituality will decline, and they will become extremely sleepy and their thinking will be dull. A common way to relieve this is to absorb spirituality during sleep. When the spirituality accumulates to a certain level, they can come out and move around.
Even so, the quality of the Blood Moon Kingdom's legends is enough to pull all other countries together to fight. They have more sleeping Blood Holy Moon Shadows than Gospel legends, and they are all senior legends with hundreds of years of accumulation. They are far beyond the reach of the Gospel's legends that have been wasted!
It was precisely because of the large number that Blood Moon was able to send out three legends at once. Even if the three Moragu were all killed by Gospel, it would not be considered a serious injury to Blood Moon. This was the confidence that the Immortals brought to the Blood Moon Kingdom!
"I've said it before," An Nan said word by word without fear of the legendary power, "Searching for wanted criminals is our country's internal affairs. We don't need assistance or guidance from other countries!"
"But we think you need it."
Melda showed an almost arrogant smile on her face: "Ash Seath is a powerful demigod who has entered the realm of God. Let alone dealing with him, even chasing his traces requires at least a legendary magician, right? We are only worried that you don't have enough legendary magicians, so we sent three legendary military officers to assist. If you think you have enough legendary combat power, why not let them come out and communicate with our military officers?"
"As the capital, Nabistin should have at least a few legends stationed there, right? We came here with sincerity, so don't your legends even give us a chance to communicate?"
If it weren't for the stars watching, this should be the Night of the Long Knives, with Nabistin's blood flowing like a river, Blood Saint Moon's killing piles of heads, and the howling of bats and wolves filling the night sky... But unfortunately the interests of the stars override everything else, so Blood Moon can only take one step at a time, first slapping the face of Gospel, and then stealing this weak and incompetent country!
Melda saw the humiliated, angry and helpless expression on the Gospel magician's face, and realized that Blood Moon had guessed correctly. The legendary magicians who supported the Gospel spirits were not only negligent in fighting, they might not even be able to leave the underground palace, and they didn't even have the ability to support the Gospel!
In other words, such a big country like Gospel didn't even have a legendary magician to guard the country! Facing the provocation of the three legendary military officers, Gospel didn't even have a magician capable of responding!
This is simply a banquet table that no one has touched.
It doesn't matter whether the Gospel side insists or avoids it. They are staying to infiltrate this country. Who can drive away the three legends? As long as it does not violate the laws of the stars, the Supreme Stars will not care about the conflicts of interest between the five countries!
Perhaps the Supreme Stars is also looking forward to a reshuffle of the five countries? The backward conservative forces need to be eliminated, and the outdated political system can only become a vassal. The pastoral era of stable development has ended, and the most powerful country should occupy the most resources!
"How dare you!" Ha Pi's voice trembled, but he still summoned up the courage to shout loudly: "This is our gospel, not the blood moon. How dare you be so rude to the chief!"
There was a hint of teasing in Moragu's eyes, but he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you interrupt our conversation? Noisy!"
With the last roar, Moragu actually shot out a dark blood light, and the space ripples splashed showed that this was a defense-breaking miracle that could penetrate space, and ordinary sanctuaries could not resist it! In fact, the effect was even more vicious. Once hit, it would destroy the genes of the recipient, and the body would instantly melt like mud. Even a healing miracle could not restore it to its original state, and it would only turn into a painful monster of flesh and blood!
Ha Pi felt goosebumps all over her body and a chill rushed to her head, but the legendary magician's sneak attack was so fast that she couldn't even avoid it.
Bang!
With two gunshots, Moragu instantly propped up the sanctuary, but it was of no avail. The bullets went straight through the sanctuary and pierced his head, and several bats exploded!
"interesting."
Qinna stood in front of Hapi, holding two long-barreled pistols in her hands. The arrogance of the elf leader resounded throughout the venue like the sound of gunfire: "This is the first time I've seen someone avoid my bullets like this."
"This is also the first time I've seen someone shoot through my "Mud Flower." Moragu, who only had half of his face left, said calmly, and the bats quickly flew back to form his head. "I didn't expect that there is such an excellent gunnery legend in the Gospel Kingdom."
"Unfortunately, I majored in Weakness and Blood Magic, which happens to be the nemesis of all physical attacks." He did not mind exposing his intelligence: "'Blood Bat Incarnation' allows me to transform into a blood bat to dodge any attack. The current highest record is 66 attacks per second. I was slashed by hundreds of blood bats and still remained unscathed."
"Wrong." Qinna sneered: "I am a soul legend."
"You think a mere miracle of flesh and blood defense can stop me from achieving my goal?"
What? Moragu was startled, and suddenly azure lines lit up on his head. In an instant, a ball of blood burst out, and Cangyan burned violently on his neck!
"How dare you hurt Moragu—"
Bart roared, his eyes bloodshot. There was a mixture of acting and anger. Although they had planned to find every opportunity to vent their anger, Moragu being shot in the head was not something they had expected. In anger, he activated his best and most terrifying necromancy miracle - the Blasphemous Ripple!
A miracle of killing that ignores enemies and friends on a large scale. Only undead creatures such as Blood Saint Moon Shadow are immune!
On the other side, Norman immediately took off his mask to reveal a hideous mouth without lips. He opened his mouth and spit out thick black smoke, which was about to gush out with the strong wind - he was a legend of the Poison Wind dual faction, and when he opened his mouth, he could produce a poisonous plague that would make no grass grow within a hundred meters!
With the excuse that their companions were attacked, they had nothing to worry about. After all, this was not a blood moon. They couldn't wait to create slaughter on this land and give the people of the Gospel a little legendary shock!
"Of course she dares."
The psychedelic purple light submerged the Blood Moon Envoys, locking them in a cage. Neither the undead waves nor the poisonous fog could break the purple light. The Blood Saint Legend's killing move did not affect the Gospel People at all, and the caster had to bear all the consequences!
This is!?
Bal and Norman looked up in astonishment and saw a purple dragon with a hazy veil appearing behind Annan, with brilliant wings covering Annan's body. Even in her battle attire, the chief witch did not look like a warrior, but more like a proud and elegant princess.
"But you, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!" An Nan raised his chin slightly, and his four virtual wings spread out freely. The anger of the kingship flooded the hall like a tide. Melda's legs softened and she almost knelt down with the other gospel people.