Chapter 853 The core of the world, the true identity of the game!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Shrouded in a lavender divine barrier.
The formation at the front of the Dragon Banner Army was tightly integrated, with shields in front to block the tide of corpses from grabbing and biting, and spears extending from the gaps in the back to pierce.
Behind the position, there are long bows and short crossbows, improved versions of large siege wooden crossbows, and even large catapults further away, all kinds of cold weapons.
On the flanks of the position, there were tens of thousands of cavalry riding various mounts, flying across the battlefield like hurricanes, and attacking like arrows darting back and forth among the corpse tide.
If it were a battle in the Cold Weapon Age, after the Long Banner Army launched such a fierce offensive, it stands to reason that it would have gained a huge advantage.
But helplessly, the zombie tide is full of evolved people who have completely lost their minds. They have no idea what death is, let alone the emotion of fear.
When one falls, the other immediately takes over.
The formation had just opened a breakthrough, and was replenished by the surge of heads.
"Too bad, these evolved people are not fooled at all. They only know the simplest and brainless way to rush forward into formation."
"If the Long Banner Army cannot hold the arrows of the military formation, I'm afraid there will be chaos!"
When most people watching in real time on the live broadcast screen came up with this idea.
More and more zombies also rushed to the front of the military formation, and began to use their bodies to push the shields back.
This is the simplest and mindless way to break a formed military formation, and it is also the most difficult way.
It often takes several times or even dozens of times the opponent's casualties to achieve the goal.
And in this process, as long as there is a little hesitation and timidity, all previous efforts will be wasted.
However.
The zombie evolutionists who have lost their minds will not be timid, let alone hesitant.
Death is not a punishment for them, but more like a relief.
In the battlefield, the sound of killings was like a wave, one after another.
The drums sounded like thunder, accompanied by shouts of death, roars, and the clash of weapons mixed in with the screams.
Under the lavender divine power barrier, darkness enveloped too many places.
At the beginning, the Long Banner Army was able to launch the offensive in a orderly manner.
As time went on, after the shield array was dissipated, it involuntarily became chaotic and disintegrated, and finally fought on their own.
Two hundred thousand armed dragon flag troops faced half a million zombie evolutions.
Various tactics used by humans to arouse pride will not have the slightest substantive effect when the opponent is not afraid of death at all.
In the end, it became the most primitive fight to catch and fight, killing the enemy with only force and courage.
Even with the help of Poseidon cell recovery.
More than an hour passed before the Long Banner Army was able to win a tragic victory at the cost of nearly 20,000 men.
And this is only the first wave.
In the next twenty-four hours, there will be more than ten waves of zombies that are not weaker than the current ones, or even stronger ones are coming.
The Long Banner Army needs to constantly form military formations and constantly go into battle to kill the enemy, without any time to rest.
Until the two sides completely decide the winner!
"Lord Dragon, the number of zombies is still over five million. If this continues, the defense line of the Dragon Banner Territory may be completely lost."
In the conference room, looking at the real-time battle situation on the big screen, Feng Tianmin said in a low voice: "During the attack and defense just now, the morale of the Long Banner Army has been severely weakened. I suggest that we withdraw our troops. The guerrilla war may drag on.
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Without the advantage of a sky-supporting wall, and fighting only on the plains, the Long Banner Army's disadvantages were too obvious.
Although he didn't understand why Long An Congress made such stubborn arrangements, Feng Tianmin still gave his own suggestions.
However, Long Anguo's performance was still as calm as ever.
"Commander Feng, Fenghuo City is our last line of defense. We can retreat from other places, but we must defend every step here."
"There are still two million civilians in the city who have not had time to evacuate."
"Don't say 2 million, even 20 million. It's impossible for the Long Banner Army to win if they keep fighting like this." Su Deben narrowed his eyes: "Tell me, do you still have any trump cards?"
He didn't believe that Long Anguo specially invited the three of him to this conference room to see an "ugly" battle. What was the point?
After much deliberation, at this stage, it is only time to reveal the trump card.
"Brother Deben, please be patient, now is not the time to reveal your cards."
"Our enemy has never been the zombie tide. Only when the five royal families show up is the best time for us to take action."
Long Anguo shook his head gently, his face still calm.
Luring the enemy into taking the bait is a technical job.
No matter how fierce the offensive against the zombie tide is now, it will not be able to destroy half of the plans of the five royal families behind the scenes.
Right now, all the Dragon Banner Territory can do is expose its own flaws and lure the five royal families to invade.
As for the Long Banner Army.
He glanced heartbroken at the corpses being carried away on stretchers in the picture, and Long Anguo's left hand placed under the table couldn't stop shaking.
He suddenly sighed in his heart and understood why so many people were looking forward to the return of the human God Su.
Not just hope.
It is even more possible to survive.
If he were a member of the Dragon Banner Army, I'm afraid the only thing he would be thinking about now would be that figure standing in front of the gods without any fear.
And only that figure is worthy of being the spiritual banner of mankind.
The night of May 8th, Year Nine in the Wasteland Calendar.
It is destined to be another sleepless night for the human survivors in the New World.
Even at two o'clock in the middle of the night inside the Academy of Sciences, lights were brightly lit everywhere, and almost everyone was watching the battle on the live broadcast.
Starting from the first tragic victory, the morale of the Long Banner Army was not as low as expected and the formation collapsed.
Facing the waves of corpses coming one after another, he became more and more courageous as he fought, gradually building up his resilience and morale.
Ends at two o'clock in the evening.
Seven waves of corpses, numbering more than two million, and the 400,000 Dragon Banner Army paid a price of 60,000, but they finally got four hours of breathing space.
"Everyone is waiting for the dawn to come, but will this dawn come?"
On the top floor of the most magnificent academic building in the Academy of Sciences, Ai Jianqiang stood by the window, looking worriedly at the dark night sky.
The moon, which was still hanging in the sky before, is now in the center.
However, the cracks on its surface have become more and more obvious, and can be directly observed even with the naked eye.
It makes me worry whether it will suddenly break into pieces.
"Compared to the sun and the moon, what we need to pay more attention to now is the temperature."
"The temperature at this time yesterday was 27 degrees, but now it has dropped to 16 degrees, and there is no sign of stopping."
"If we follow this drop, I'm afraid it will break through zero during the day and return to winter!"
An old professor who specializes in meteorology adjusted his reading glasses and gave a more accurate forecast data.
Summer turns into winter, this is a cool operation that no game can do.
Especially for human groups that rely on the temperature of the four seasons, an abnormality can cause violent turmoil and horrific casualties.
"Has the news been notified to the territory?"
Zhang Chong casually looked through the data in his hand, glanced at Somo who was still sitting by the window and holding the idol in a daze, and asked.
If it were normal, such a large temperature drop would be enough to cause huge chaos.
But now, things have priorities, and the mere cooling of the temperature seems not worth mentioning under the threat of the Dragon Flag War and the alien race.
"Notified. The territory responded that there is a trading market and the distribution of cold-resistant materials is not a problem."
"That's fine, temperature isn't our primary concern right now."
With one word setting the tone, Zhang Chong quickly arranged all the subsequent affairs, freeing the old professors at the table who were nodding in sleep.
Not long after, the last person got up and left.
The conference room gradually became deserted, leaving only the gray-haired and energetic first generation members.
And Soma watching the broken moon by the window.
"The sun and moon are shattered. I'm afraid this battle will be won, and human life will not be able to return to the past."
Feeling the unusually active power of the ocean in his body, he looked around and sighed softly.
The more chaotic and crumbling the laws of nature are, the more power the gods can use.
If it were in the real wasteland of the outside world, the game might even take full action to prevent the invasion of the five ancestor gods.
But in this ruins.
"Dean Su, do we have any other remedies now?" Zhang Chong came over with a coffee cup.
"I don't know, or I don't know yet." Somo waved his hand and picked up the statue and put it in front of his eyes.
The green light lingering on it has become lighter and lighter, indicating that the shielding is about to end.
"Everything must start from the source. We must at least deal with the person who caused the change before we can find a way to repair it."
"At least for now, we have to find out the true purpose of the five ancestor gods."
"Could this statue tell us? Isn't he a member of the five great ancestral gods?" Zhang Chong came back to his senses and quickly wondered.
"No, he is one of ours now."
Watching the last trace of green light disappear together with the black mark on Lance's forehead.
Sumo showed a smile and his mind suddenly moved.
In an instant, the sun and moon turned upside down, and the wasteland disappeared.
When he came to his senses again, he was suddenly back in Lance's divine domain.
It's still the same small forest, but what's slightly different from before is that the countless black chains shrouding the sky have disappeared.
Under the dark green sky, the big trees exude a healthy atmosphere of vigorous growth.
Including the occasional frightened birds, they seemed to be much more active than usual.
"Lord Poseidon, your divine power is truly astonishing. The mark of the Cursed Tiger Ancestral God has actually been completely obscured!" Lance's figure slowly walked out from the thickest tree in the woods.
His face was full of surprise, his mouth opened wide, and he sighed unconsciously.
Masking marks is much more difficult than directly erasing them.
It is possible to do this only if the strength and level must completely overwhelm the spell caster.
At first, he thought about the Poseidon who had lost his memory, but at best he could only cover half, or even a third.
But now, the result is too exaggerated. It took a full ten days to cast the spell before the Cursed Tiger Ancestor God.
As a result, the powerful shackles he left behind completely failed in just six hours!
As a result, Lance was a little at a loss. He had seen many powerful gods. Before he was enslaved by the Cursed Tiger, he had also communicated with powerful gods from other worlds and heard about the methods of those big world gods.
But this is really the first time I’ve seen someone like this Poseidon in front of me.
The other party is just like those freaks from the super world, possessing extraordinary divine power that ordinary gods cannot understand at all.
"Now, you should be able to tell me the information that you couldn't tell me before, right?"
"Of course, after I'm free of shackles, I can tell you everything I know." Lance reacted and answered quickly.
He waved his hand gently, and the scenery under them quickly retreated and disappeared.
In an instant, he returned to the small courtyard and sat down.
"What is the purpose of the five ancestral gods?" Asked the biggest doubt in his heart, Soma concentrated his attention.
Since the first time I encountered the false god Tengu, I have been concerned about these alien races and the purpose of the gods behind them.
He has already guessed countless versions based on the information.
It's just that after such a long time, these versions cannot be verified, as if they are always missing the last detail, resulting in never guessing the other party's true intentions.
"You can think of them as gods like me.
Sir, do you know that the gods are clearly superior and completely superior to ordinary creatures, but why do they invade other worlds so frequently and enslave them?" Lance asked softly.
"Is it for strength?" Sumo guessed.
"Yes. The power of a god depends on two aspects. The first is the number of believers. The more believers, the more power the god can use, and the higher the level of divine power. The second is the level of divine power, that is
I have mentioned my origin many times before.
Even if the gods of the small world reach the top, they are no match for the gods of the big world at the bottom. In the same way, the gods at the top of the big world are just toys for the gods of the super world." Lance said.
The law of the weak and the strong is also common among gods.
Soma realized something and carefully considered the profound meaning conveyed in it.
"You mean they invaded here to improve themselves?"
"Exactly, the five ancestor gods are already the pinnacle of the great world gods. They urgently need to improve their strength. They must either find a way to gain the favor of the super world gods and obtain the status of subordinate gods. Or they can only target such a broken super world that has lost its protection.
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And as long as they can occupy this world and obtain the power in it, their strength will be greatly improved and they will become beneficial insects that protect this place, thus transforming into super world gods." Lance answered.
"In that case, you should know about the game where the outside world controls the changes in the world, and what is its identity?" Sumo Hu asked rhetorically.
The information obtained from Jiang Chu gradually matched what Lance said.
Although the perspectives are different, the focus of the two narratives is always the most important authority, and everything revolves around authority.
"Game?" Lance was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Sir, you should be talking about the consciousness that human beings say announces disasters, right? It is the core of this super world."
"Is it the core of the world?" A completely unexpected answer made Sumo stunned for a moment.
"Yes, only the core of the world can arbitrarily control the natural rules to change, and can change the development of all rules in the super world." Lance smiled and said: "Sir, please don't watch it play tricks on humans, add to yourself
It has many strange disguises. In fact, the reason why this super world is becoming more and more dilapidated is directly related to its resistance to the entry of beneficial insects."
"Why does it resist?" Sumo asked in surprise.
"I don't know about this issue, but I can probably guess that it may be that the beneficial insects here want to turn against the guests and replace it as the core of the new world, which is why it is unusually resistant to new beneficial insects coming in." After saying that, Lance
Laughed to myself.
"If the gods of a world want to fully exert their power, they must have the cooperation of the core of the world. The five ancestor gods are greedy, and the core of the world behind them is not a fuel-efficient lamp. They also want to embezzle some of the advanced rules here to supplement themselves."
"Does the use of power by gods require the cooperation of the core of the world?"
"good."
Lance nodded slightly: "In the main world, even if the core of the world does not cooperate, the gods can use it to exert 80% of their combat power. But when going to other worlds, the core of the world will be needed to help deliver energy, otherwise the gods will use up the power they carry.
It can only become an ordinary creature with stronger body."
"So, this is why the five ancestral gods have to find a way to bring their own people here first. They don't dare to use their real bodies to test the trump card of the super world. They can only use the meager divine power carried by their avatars and cooperate with the blood sacrifice array to
Accumulate usable divine power in this world, thereby greatly reducing the risk of invasion."
"In other words, the only way to defeat them is to compete with each other to see who has more divine power?"
"Sir, you are indeed amazing. You guessed it right away." Lance praised: "If the level of divine power is the same, the difference in the spells does not actually affect the competition. It is more about the amount of divine power. Only the level of divine power is different, and the power of the spells is not.
It will stand out.”
"Then based on the current scale of the blood sacrifice formation, how much divine power will they have?"
"I'm afraid there are quite a few." Speaking of this, Lance finally became cautious: "The divine power generated by the blood sacrifice array is extremely polluting. The more the quantity and frequency of use, the greater the resistance of the gods to control their own divine power. Very soon
Few gods dare to accept and use it frequently. But in terms of power, it is no different from normal divine power."
"Judging from the current scale of the blood sacrifice, it can provide at least nearly 100,000 divine powers to each of the five ancestral gods. Including what they carry themselves, it is conservatively estimated to be around 200,000."
