Flames and killings ignited countless battlefields, and the killings never ended until the funeral bells rang.

When the six-winged Son of God fell, the entire battlefield even cheered for a while, and then they just did whatever they had to do next.

In the past, more than fifty years ago, before the full-scale war between Atel and mankind, the killing and death of a son of God would be a miracle, would be sung by countless songs, and would even become a certain mythical boss.

, an opportunity for the rise of a certain power group.

Earlier, the death of a son of God in about ten years would have been regarded as an epic victory. The Atels would have been defeated without hesitation, and humans would have been able to sigh and thank themselves for surviving another day.

But now, a slightly difficult prey was killed. After a short celebration, his eyes instantly turned to the next target.

"The next stop is Lizard Dune. The situation there is quite bad. The sandy terrain has been severely damaged by the 'Sand God'."

The coordination department at the rear is operating at high speed. Everyone, all myths, and all battle groups have become the results of its calculations. Every chess piece will be sent to the place with the highest profit.

Yes, it is the highest benefit rather than the most valuable and most effective. At this time, everyone is just a chess piece. If your sacrifice can increase the probability of a strong enemy being killed by 1%, as long as it is worth it.

, you will be sent up.

Of course, you can refuse. Moreover, unless you actively avoid this war zone and become a deserter, the rear headquarters will not hold you accountable afterwards and will choose the second solution without hesitation and let the second chess piece go.

top.

This kind of mechanism makes the loss rate of new recruits much higher than that of veterans. Veterans who have made it this far know when to say no and when to bite the bullet.

But today, it's different.

"With any choice, the survival rate will not be higher than 5%."

Many people, faced with desperate choices, can only go from "worse" to "worse".

Of course, they can also choose to be deserters, but at this time, there is no way to escape.

A fight to the death between races, a full-scale final battle, putting all the flesh and blood into a box, then shaking and smashing it crazily. In the end, even the survivors can only be left with mutilated pieces of flesh and bloody mud.

Among the countless fronts, Zheng Li and his party were lucky, because according to their logical judgment from the rear, survival was the highest benefit, rather than replacing a threatening target.

"Karra died. At the Battle of Lizard Dunes."

"Mr. Wen is also dead. He was caught by a black hole transmitter that suddenly appeared on the battlefield. It is suspected that it was the death curse of a certain Son of the Sun God."

"All the battle groups stationed at the Blue Shark Islands were wiped out. There were 20 A-formation battle groups, at least one million soldiers!"

"Many battle groups have been completely wiped out. We have crossed at least five god-level battlefields and are still more than 60% intact. We are already the luckiest."

After hearing bad news one after another, and hearing the deaths of familiar people in battle, Zheng Li was able to accept everything calmly.

Amidst the wailing, the reason why my team was able to survive to the greatest extent was not because they were lucky or had some kind of protection, but simply because they received "low-risk commissions".

But by this time, Zheng Li also had the awareness to deal with everything. Survival itself is also a responsibility.

Wearily walking from one battlefield to another, when it finally came to an end or to be precise, when he was replaced by the newcomers and entered the rest period in the rear, he had time to ask about the actual situation on the battlefield.

"God Atel was blocked. A bloody battle resulted in the death of at least thirty peak myths."

"But they have more to lose."

"God Atel escaped our encirclement and suppression, but he did not leave the battlefield."

"The front line is probably stabilized, but we have lost at least half of our position, and the number of casualties is quite terrifying."

There is a lot of good news and bad news, but there is no particularly bad news. The biggest good news is that the "Siling Server" has not been lost, which is the biggest good news.

As for why he was so sure? Zheng Li directly connected to the Four Spirits and used some conventional abilities to make sure everything was fine.

"How is the situation with God Atel?"

Through another channel, Zheng Li applied for more valuable intelligence support.

"It was very strong, and then it disappeared. Two groups tried it, but they couldn't even break through the defense. The people were gone."

The sniper plan has obviously been implemented, but the results are as expected. Facing this kind of opponent, the early sacrifices can only be regarded as capital destined to remain silent.

"Valuable information?"

"The properties of the rock are certain. It is silicon-based, the king of rocks. Its properties are very pure and it has not been broken so far."

"I understand, I'm waiting for orders."

This bit of information is something I have known for a long time.

If you want to kill a god, if you are not crushing it with your own strength, then you only need to use a restraining trump card, send your own killing team, and at least test out his trump card.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally said something in his spiritual clan's internal contact group.

"The time may have come."

Then without even looking at the contact group that was destined to explode, Zheng Li returned to the cart, opened the training room, and conducted meditation training.

Zheng Li doesn't know when he will have the opportunity to play, but maintaining the best condition is his job in itself.

If there were no guesses, this day might not take long.

At the same time, at the borders of mankind, among the countless foreign worlds, there are also countless ships that have crossed the limits of the world and come to this unknown starry sky.

Some of them are allies of the Atels, and some are their latent trump cards. The forces that have been friendly with humans for many years have torn off their outer skin at this moment.

War broke out in countless galaxies.

"Suzaku's location was attacked."

"Unknown life appears at the location of Xuanwu."

In some areas of other continents, strange situations have also occurred. Humanity's four-spirit servers have been threatened at the same time. The battlefield is not limited to the southern continent. Even though the staff guessed that it was probably just to divert the tiger away from the mountain, no one dared to bet.

But at the same moment, powerful races such as the Scorpion-tailed tribe, which were hostile to the Atels, also started their own "backstabbing".

They also smelled the end of the war and were ready to give Reservoir Dogs a severe blow.

Chaos spreads infinitely. Everyone, all forces, and all races regard other existences as potential enemies. The only thing that can be certain is that lives are falling every moment.

The noble gods are no stronger than mortals at this moment. The giant gods' miserable cries and pleas for mercy before their death have been spread everywhere on the Internet.

The precious divine blood, divine power and other divine materials in the past have now become the most popular items in the market. God-child-level materials are the hard currency in the trading market.

"Boom!"

Watching the video of the space shattering, Zheng Li used his mouth to fill in the last lingering sound of this broken world.

A world is gone again, and tens of millions to more than a billion lives may die without knowing what happened.
Chapter completed!