Chapter 842: Corpse tide war, bloody live broadcast!
"According to the consumption of one point of divine power, 0.5 survival points are needed to replenish it, and 10 million ocean divine powers are needed."
"Five million survival points.!" Sumo couldn't help being shocked when he saw the information displayed on the panel, even though he had been mentally prepared.
Calculated based on the believer data given by the Lance statue, only 1,500 people can provide one unit of divine power.
If you want to gather 10 million divine powers, you will need at least 15 billion believers.
What is this concept?
I am afraid that even the five great ancestor gods will feel numb when they see this number.
And the most important thing is that this is just the result of burning for more than a week. In such a short time, such a terrifying power of the ocean has been accumulated in the alchemy furnace.
In other words, in another week or two, there will still be at least 20 million more divine power accumulated in the alchemy furnace.
This is the scariest thing.
As long as the five great ancestral gods arrive one day later, his trump card will become even bigger, until he can completely crush the opponent to death without any suspense!
but
Sumo continued to look through the properties of the alchemy furnace carefully, but could not find a way to use these magical powers.
There is almost no difference between the current panel and the one that was first identified at that time. At most, it just has an extra divine power display column.
The Alchemy Furnace does not point out at all where the power of the ocean is extracted or how it should be utilized.
"If these ocean powers are considered to be slightly controlled energy, I don't know if the authority will be able to do so."
A suspicion arose in Sumo's mind, and he quickly opened the system panel and cut out the control over the power of the ocean.
Sure enough, from this perspective, he could see at a glance the mass of substance brewing inside the alchemy furnace that had gradually turned into a dark black mass.
At the same time, the system also gives the price required to bind this substance.
Two million survival points!
Compared to plundering the power of the ocean from the void for recovery, the price is less than half, which seems to be a good deal.
But unfortunately, it is still not the sky-high price that can be imagined now.
He has not been able to save so many survival points in the entire wasteland from the beginning to now, not to mention that the price will rise even more in a while.
"It seems that if you want to find out how to use this energy, you will eventually have to go to the Academy of Sciences."
"Burn yourself."
Recalling the great power Ji Yang had shown in his mind, Somo took a deep breath, and his mood fluctuated uncontrollably.
Sometimes the more information you know, the more rigorous your logical thinking becomes, which is not a good thing.
Just like now, he is almost certain that the information flow that Ji Yang attached to him at that time was 90% from the genes of a foreign race.
And the source of the terrifying inhuman power he can use is soon to be revealed.
Either gain faith, or put "items" with the same divine power into the imitation alchemy furnace to burn and accumulate strength.
In addition, there is absolutely no other way to obtain bound divine power without permission.
"I have been speculating on the source of this blood epidemic virus and looking for the relationship between it and its inhibitors."
"But now, I just hope it's not what I thought."
He vaguely understood why the game put him in Qingguo territory, and recalled what he saw and heard along the way.
The doubts in Somo's heart were gradually eliminated, but they were replaced by a chill rising from his bones.
Human nature is inherently evil.
He never believed that there would be 100% good people, especially in an environment like the post-apocalyptic wasteland where rules were naturally lost.
A small amount of malice may be magnified countless times.
But if this blood plague virus really originated from Tianyuan territory, it originated from these people who he personally supported.
Then he, as a lord, does have a responsibility that he cannot shirk.
Immediately, Sumo gathered his thoughts and continued to order people to guard the base before starting to return.
Relics are relics, reality is reality.
As long as you can't beat the game for one day, you will take control of the divine domain.
No matter how this place develops, the base camp will always be on the wasteland and will not waver in any way.
Therefore, before leaving, it is helpful to find out the origin of these fishmen and what happened along the way, which will be very helpful for returning to the territory to control the fishmen in the future.
Sumo knew this, so he was not in a hurry as soon as he got in the car, but listened patiently to Yu Wenjun's recollection of the changes in the city.
From the buildings and living habits of ordinary fish people, to the food and hobbies they like to eat.
Then to the habits and fighting styles of the fish-men warriors, as well as several derivative directions of subsequent power development.
Looking at the tall but deserted fish-man sacrificial tower in the city, Sumo's eyes flashed:
"Are you saying that more than a month ago, the power of the ocean that you were once unable to sense suddenly began to change?"
"Yes." Yu Wenjun nodded happily: "The priests in the past could not sense the power of the ocean, and the speed of restoring power through meditation was also very slow. But more than a month ago, the power of the ocean finally returned, and now most of the
The priests all returned to the ocean to find strength."
"When the war comes, they will surely be able to contribute to our Tianyuan territory!"
"Is there a specific time?"
"Yes, Mr. Su, wait a minute." After saying that, Yu Wenjun tilted his head, discussed with the fish man driving the car a few times, and finally gave an exact time.
It was none other than the day Somo was implanted with marine cells.
"It seems that I did induce some unknown changes in this ruins, which led to the current situation."
Somo nodded slightly and did not delve further into this matter.
If it weren't for the acquisition of divine power that caused these subsequent events to happen, he wouldn't be so sure that this is a divine realm.
Let alone obtain, speculate, and judge so many secrets.
Of course, if you have to choose a time and place to face the five ancestral gods, the best opportunity is not in the wasteland, but here.
With tens of millions of divine powers, this is the only chance to severely injure the five ancestors.
As long as they are beaten once and for all, the days of developing in the wasteland will definitely be much easier.
Thousands of kilometers away in the Long Banner territory, Houtu City.
While Somo was still visiting the Fishman City, the zombie tide war here was on the verge of breaking out.
Those members of the Divine Court who used specific frequency bands to lead tens of millions of zombie evolutions here were shocked to find that the instruments in their hands suddenly lost their effectiveness.
These unconscious zombies are like crazy, completely irrational, and will only spontaneously attack non-kind creatures.
They anxiously wanted to report to the headquarters, but what they received was unbelievable news.
The Shenting headquarters has been destroyed, and it was destroyed by our own people!
Just one day after the disaster warning was released, the once arrogant Shenting Court perished in the struggle for power and profit.
Without even taking action from the Long Banner Territory, the Shenting headquarters was destroyed by bombs planted by members of the Shenting themselves.
And all this is just for the false reputation of a leader of the divine court.
They dreamed of occupying the position of leader and gaining the rights to negotiate with the Dragon Banner territory to ensure their subsequent status.
But when more and more people found that they had lost their bargaining chips and the support of the five royal families.
The collapse really only happened in an instant!
At this time, in front of the first steel defense line established in Houtu City, Long Anguo stood alone on the ten-meter high wall, looking at the dense black heads in the distance.
Even if the crowd of corpses gathered by millions of people was silent, their breathing would be as thick as thunder.
Although there is no divine barrier in the sky today, all fire weapons can be used.
But looking at the faint pattern formed by the red traces on the ground in the distance, Long Anguo had to admit it.
In the last game with the five royal families, they used biological inhibitors to kill the other party by surprise, causing the plan to fail.
Now the other side is following the same pattern, using an innovative version of the inhibitor, the Blood Plague Virus, to push them into a blind corner.
"Teacher, the number of people who have stopped to watch the live broadcast room has exceeded 30 million, almost"
"Almost all the surviving humans are watching Houtu City!"
The woman in green ran up, and Long Anguo's heart sank.
The five royal families arranged the corpse tide outside Houtu City, but they only defended but did not attack. They did not even open the divine power barrier. The purpose was obvious.
What they need is not to capture Houtu City, but to force the Long Banner Territory to take action and blast these millions of people into the sky, becoming one of the nutrients for the Blood Sacrifice Formation.
At the same time, allowing all survivors to see Longqi territory taking action against their own people can further amplify the fear in the hearts of survivors.
This is an extremely cruel conspiracy, definitely not a plan that the alien minds could come up with after a year in the wasteland.
But after so many years, I thought about some of the information I learned from the Divine Court during the day.
"It's a pity. I still didn't have that strength back then."
"And I have made too many stupid decisions in recent years."
Long Anguo sighed softly, with more and more hesitation and regret in his eyes.
He gently took out the adventurer terminal from his waist and placed it on the city wall, staring at the still blank message prompt on it and remaining silent.
The territory is getting bigger and bigger, and he cannot control the decision-making alone.
Back then, they took action against the Adventurer Alliance, deliberately dividing the human situation, and subtly supporting the identity system to accelerate the development of the territory.
Although these decisions were not made by him alone, his tacit participation was indispensable.
Nine years have passed and it’s finally time to taste the bitter fruit.
Long Anguo turned around and looked back. Most of the soldiers standing behind the city wall had fear and anxiety on their faces.
Now they are no longer the king's division in the strongest territory.
If the people's hearts are lost, the morale of the army will also be dispersed.
Even if they are forcibly gathered together, they will never be the same again.
But that's the truth.
Facing their own kind, it is really difficult for human beings to be ruthless enough to pick up the butcher's knife, as they are as desperate as fighting aliens.
The five royal families have learned how to play with people's hearts, and they have thoroughly understood themselves and their enemies.
If there is still a period of buffering, Long Anguo still has some confidence in turning the situation around.
But now, the tide of millions of corpses was ready to attack, leaving him with only the last hour left to think silently.
So he can't retreat, he must move forward!
After gathering his thoughts and putting the adventurer terminal back into his pocket, Long Anguo turned around and walked down the city wall to the temporary headquarters at the rear.
Here, almost all the commanders in the Long Banner territory are gathered, enough to command a battle involving tens of millions of people.
But at this time, the camp inside was vaguely divided into three factions.
One side is the main militant faction, which demands direct launch of missiles to solve the crisis in Houtu City and eliminate threats in other parts of the Long Banner territory at the same time.
One side is a devious faction, which emphasizes that the enemy should not move and I should not move, try not to have a frontal confrontation, and look for ways to solve the problem from the side.
The remaining party is the Peace Party. They apply to negotiate with the five royal families to preserve the vitality of mankind, even if they pay some price.
As Long Anguo opened the door and walked in, the noise inside became slightly quieter.
Everyone cast their eyes on his face, waiting for the final order to be issued.
"So, what's the voting result?" Long Anguo looked at the student in black standing at the front.
"Teacher, there are now 112 people who support launch, 65 people who support detour, and 33 people who support peace talks." The man in black bowed his head and said respectfully.
"Then let's launch." Long Anguo said calmly, with little emotion in his tone.
But when the words fell, there was a sudden silence in the place, and all the quarrels stopped.
"But." The man in black seemed to be hesitant and hesitant, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
"I know your concerns, don't worry, our Long Banner Territory has done too many wrong things in the past, it doesn't hurt to do one more."
"Since they want everyone to watch us take action, then that's what they want."
After saying that, Long Anguo nodded calmly and walked out of the house again.
Everything seems to be just like him coming in to tally the results and then selecting the direction that everyone supports.
But people who are familiar with him know that it is Long Anguo in this state of mind that means he truly falls into anger.
It’s April 29th, Year Nine in the Wasteland Calendar.
Millions of corpses gathered outside Houtu City in the Long Banner territory, forming a siege.
At ten o'clock at night, the Dragon Flag Territory officially launched a war against the zombie tide, launching eighty-two missiles in succession, covering almost all the gathering points of the zombie tide in the Dragon Flag Territory.
On the live broadcast page, 30 million people were also floating in the sky, quietly watching the mountains, deep valleys, and fireworks rising in the Long Banner territory.
There is no doubt that this is the result that everyone has thought of. It is absolutely impossible for the Dragon Banner Territory to just sit back and watch the zombies attack the capital.
But when it happened, the live broadcast room was still in an uproar, announcing that the last bit of credibility in the Long Banner territory was completely gone.
No matter how the alliance formed by the three major territories explains it, the essence of these zombie tides is that they have single-handedly promoted them, and they are the product of their vigorous promotion of evolutionary potions.
They were the territorial citizens who believed in their territory, but now they have ended up like this, and will be destroyed by missiles from their own territory.
No one wants to believe this ending, and no one wants to accept it.
At 10:01 p.m., the first missile approached its destination.
Boom.
There was a loud noise, violent explosions and monstrous fire, and nearly a hundred thousand evolved people were vaporized in an instant.
Although these people did not even utter a scream before they died, they moved towards liberation.
However, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room has changed again and again. Even the floating barrages have disappeared for a while, and only sporadic doubts about Longqi's territory have appeared.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
When the survivors were too lazy to question or criticize, it was obvious that Longqi Territory's actions had completely disappointed everyone.
At this point, the five royal families' goals were finally achieved.
At 10:02 pm, as the fourth missile fell, a series of divine power barriers were opened without warning.
No matter how terrifying the initial speed of the flying missile is, once it touches the divine barrier, it is like a stone falling into the sea. It loses all reactions and can only quickly disintegrate and scatter in the air.
In front of Houtu City, as nearly ten missiles were blocked, the silent zombie tide finally resumed its movements and began to roar forward.
Compared with Tianyuan Territory, Longqi Territory has sufficient strength and resources.
But it is a pity that they lost precious time and geographical advantages and were unable to build a sky moat like a sky wall.
At this time, the divine power barrier enveloped them, and they knew that this temporary and hastily built steel wall could not stop the zombie tide from advancing.
Boom, boom.
Gates opened one after another under the wall, and more and more Dragon Banner soldiers holding wooden swords and wearing rattan armor walked out.
From this moment on, the truly brutal cold-weapon battle finally begins!
