Chapter 393 Request for war, it’s easy to say

  Looking at the legendary cat-man saint who was suppressed on the throne, among the cat-man university scholars, none of them cared about the relationship between teachers and students.

  I'm going to die, why do I care so much?

   You, a cat-man legendary saint, who is popular and hot, will probably be able to ascend to the top of the demigod in the future, and even raise the kingdom of God to the sky.

   And what about us? Everyone will die of old age.

   Asking us barefoot to worry about you local tyrant, isn’t it a joke?

  And we have worked hard for the cat people all these years, where did so many magic battleships come from? Isn't it all made by us step by step?

   Relying on those stupid ordinary cats, it may not be done well in a million years.

   Right now, they just want to live.

   Really humble, very humble!

  Why can't you agree to this?

  The monstrous anger was burning crazily. Looking at the group of rebellious cat people's university scholars in front of him, the cat teeth of the legendary saint of cat people were almost gnawed.

   It’s not me who prevents the outbreak of war, why are you beating me?

   I didn't stop you again!

   You want to ask for war yourself, why did you get it on me?

  The legendary saint of cat people is about to explode.

   More than a thousand cat people scholars are still unmoved.

  Of course they also know that their teacher is very wronged, but isn't there nothing they can do?

  Those centurions are about to die of old age. Once they die of old age, the kings of the race will have absolute power to suppress them all.

  In the future, under their persecution, the kings of the race will casually unite with their subordinates who have common interests with them, and they will be blown away with a single slap.

  At that time, they united with all the commanders, but it was not enough for the king of the race and the commanders to fight with one hand.

Now only those second-tier centurion powerhouses are still there, who can form a mighty second-tier extraordinary legion, plus a third-tier extraordinary legion with common interests. When the two add up, this can be compared with the ten thousand commander and the race. King's confrontation.

   In order to make them ask for war.

   Once the centurion’s second-tier superpowers all die of old age, the remaining thousand commander’s third-tier powerhouses are no match for the ten thousand commander and the kings of races.

  When the time comes, they will all die of old age.

  The interests of both parties are different.

  For the captains and race kings with legendary power, they have a lifespan of more than a thousand years in the supply of sufficient resources.

  War must be able to break out while they are alive. At that time, they will be able to rely on their huge resources to stack themselves into demigods, thus gaining unlimited lives.

   It is really useless, risking your life to ask the three Majesties for war.

  Wait a little longer, no problem at all.

  As for the commanders below ten thousand commanders, centurion commanders, ten commanders and even soldiers, they can only raise their level to the early stage of the third rank at most.

  With a lifespan of no more than seven hundred, there is simply no time to wait for the next war to break out.

  The war must break out in advance, so that they can rely on the endless blood sacrifice resources brought by the war to improve their extraordinary level and obtain unlimited lifespan.

   The contradictions between the two parties are almost irreconcilable.

Now, within fifty years, it is the superhumans below the commander who holds the absolute advantage. The third-tier extraordinary legion, the second-tier extraordinary army, all combined can completely overwhelm the combination of the commander-in-chief and the king of races. Explosive power.

  With absolute power, the kings of races can risk their lives to ask for war.

   And fifty years later, the centurions who formed the second-tier legion all died of old age, and the third-tier powerhouses could not be the opponents of the united legends.

   At that time, the third-tier powerhouses will also die of old age.

  Now, they must use the last chance to find a way out.

   Otherwise, what awaits them is the eternal abyss of death.

  While the captains and the kings of the race will have an eternal bright future, demigods and even gods are not a dream under the supply of unlimited resources.

   "Master Saint, please ask Your Majesty for war!"

  "If war breaks out, we are all willing to kneel before your palace for a month in front of your palace as an apology."

  The cat-man university student at the front showed his cat teeth and said word by word.

  The extraordinary real body, which is a thousand meters high, silently aimed its huge cat eyes at the legendary saint of the cat man.

  The legendary saint of the cat man, who was so angry that his liver hurt, could only nod his head stiffly in the face of all this, and said, "I will do my best."

  Seeing the cat people legendary saint agreed.

   More than a thousand cat-man university scholars put away their condensed extraordinary real bodies, and then sat on the floor square in front of the palace, indicating that we are waiting here.

  The legendary saint of the cat man hurriedly opened a space portal, and ran away without hesitation for a second.

   Staying here again, he is really afraid of this group of cat-man university scholars who are afraid that he will die of old age, and accidentally hacked him to death.

  The sky and the earth are big, and the life of the cat is the biggest, so he should go to the floating island with a million square kilometers to hide first.

   The powerful floating island of one million square kilometers that Ace ordered at the beginning has been created long ago with the joint efforts of more than 400,000 university scholars, more than 3 million scholars, and 50 million priests of various ethnic groups.

  Therefore, if there is any place that is safer at this moment, it is definitely a floating island with a million square kilometers.

  Because His Majesty Ace sits there.

  He just came out of the teleporters and walked into the Cathedral of the Saints built for their legendary saints to consult.

   I saw that the legendary saints of various races were already sitting here.

  The legendary saint of the cat people was a little confused, and hurriedly asked a legendary saint of the tiger people who was sighing next to him: "What happened? Why did they all come here?"

  The legendary saint of the tiger clan cast a glance at the cat-human legendary saint who was in a panic, and said helplessly: "Just like you, he escaped from the clan."

   "For some reason, that group of tiger university scholars all went crazy, put a knife on my neck, and forced me to ask for war."

   "I have no choice and no place to go, so I can only come here."

   "It's not just me, everyone is the same!"

  The mouth corners of the legendary saint of cat people twitched.

  I am not alone in my unlucky relationship, it is universal.

   Those guys are facing the risk of old age and death, they are really crazy, they dare to rebel.

   Who gave them courage.

   "By the way, don't think about going back to take revenge. The chiefs and kings of all clans have been kicked out by the guys in the clan."

   "They are also in danger now!"

   "Let's think about how to get His Majesty to agree to the war, otherwise the brats under him will really kill us alive and die with us."

  The legendary saints of the cat people, the legendary chiefs of various races, and the kings of the races were all driven out.

  A cat face is completely dumbfounded.

what happened? It was fine yesterday, and I had a video chat with you guys.

  Why did everyone become bereaved dogs today? I can't even go home.

  Seeing that the most powerful race kings and chiefs in his family have become bereaved dogs, the legendary saint of the cat man, who has lost his cat ears, found a good seat and sat down, and began to sigh.

  In the palace of the king of race not far away.

  Countless chiefs of various ethnic groups huddled together, trying to squeeze themselves in.

  The more than 3,000 most glorious seats in front of them were filled by the kings of the race.

  All of them have quite ugly faces. Anyone who is kicked out by their own clansmen and forced them to ask His Majesty for war will not look good.

   But they have nothing to do now, the group of guys below have united and have countless third-tier extraordinary legions and second-tier extraordinary legions.

   And the legendary legions composed of the kings of their races and the captains of the ten thousand have only about three, four, five or six thousand people.

   And legends of different races cannot form an extraordinary army.

   The combination of legends within a single race is no match for the complete versions of the second-tier extraordinary legion and the third-tier extraordinary legion.

   If you can't do it against the opponent, you can only be kicked out.

  The most important thing is that in their clan, apart from them, the chiefs and the king of the race, they are not in a hurry.

  Everyone else is spitting fire in a hurry, wishing for a war to break out today, and go to the battlefield to kill people tomorrow!

   Facing old age and death, no intelligent life can remain indifferent after seeing hope.

  They are alone.

  On the high platform in the front, Delia, the legendary saint of elves.

  Elf King Tia Michael.

   Legendary kobold Jeff Clark.

   Kobold Legendary Saint Ronnie Stam.

   King of Humanity Alex Ferrari.

  The legendary saint of the Westland Simone Verdi.

  Musa Kalim, King of the Dwarves.

   Legendary Ogre Babkal.

   Legendary Troll Herman Pry.

  A large number of veteran race kings are arguing together.

   Their heads are now very big, and all the younger brothers under him rebelled.

  The little brothers who are dying of old age, don’t care about this and that at all, and let them, the kings of the race, request the outbreak of war.

   Otherwise, get out of the clan.

   Is it true that the blood they donate every year is for nothing?

  When you become the king of the race, you have to do the work of the king of the race.

   Now they are bothering about this matter, and they have been arguing for a long time without solving it.

   It's not just them who are arguing, the kings of the races around are also in a mess.

  As for the 300,000 chiefs of various ethnic groups in the periphery, there are guys fighting right now.

  Tia Michael and the legendary saint Delia looked at the chaos in front of them, feeling a little embarrassed.

  The two of them don't have so many problems, they just came here to watch the fun.

   They are elves, and most of them can live for more than five hundred years. If they use magic power to recuperate, it will be easy to live for a thousand years.

  The problems that all races have do not exist in their elves.

  The only headache they have now is that there are too many elf cubs, and there is not enough milk to drink. Next year, milk powder will be purchased on a large scale, which will cost a lot of resources.

   As for other headaches, nothing at all.

   Like those female elves who scolded their mothers for giving birth to triplets, quadruplets and quintuplets, how hard they scolded them before.

   Now that they are really enjoying the energy treatment of the Centurion Blood Sacrifice, they laugh more than one.

  They said that with the energy of blood sacrifice, which can improve their extraordinary level, it is very easy to talk about giving birth.

  The quintuplets can endure it, and the sextuplets can also endure the energy of the blood sacrifice.

   As for the septuplets, that is really unbearable.

   Sure enough, I didn't see the benefits before, so I resisted twitteringly. After seeing the benefits, one by one became more positive.

  Now the situation of their elves is very good. Under the influence of triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, and sextuplets, their number has increased to more than 40 billion.

  Among them, there are about 30 billion elf cubs and about 10 billion adult elves.

  The total number of people who can draw bows and shoot arrows on the battlefield has exceeded 25 billion.

  The strength can be described as earth-shaking.

  The legendary elf saints Delia and Tia Michael, together with the rest of the legendary saints of the elf family, were eating melons quietly.

   Besides the elves, the other races have already quarreled.

   What is being fired now is who is sent to die.

  The last time they went to ask Her Majesty Queen Elena, several race kings were killed.

   This time, if they go again, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be angered. If one or two hundred people die, it will not be counted.

   and die who? This is very negotiable.

   Obviously, none of the more than 3,000 race kings of various races wanted to die.

  But he had to face the terrible situation in his own clan.

  So I can only quarrel, fooling a few guys to die.

  Just fooling seven or eight or a dozen or so may also use fooling, mental attack, hinting spells and other methods in the case of connecting hands.

  But if you want to fool one or two hundred people, it is impossible.

  The scene was chaotic.

  The more than 3,000 gods in the sky also quarreled.

  In their words, why let the kings of my race go to die? Are you not going? .

   This is nothing to say.

  The king of each race was cut out from the battlefield with one sword and one sword. While his talent is beyond doubt, he is also an absolute powerhouse who can control a third-tier extraordinary army.

   is the demigod seed in their hands.

  Sacrificing for no reason, they all have to die of heartache.

  After all, there will always be one or two demigods in the previous era every few hundred years. Over the millions of tens of millions of years, they have plenty, and they die when they die.

   But the demigod of this era, that is the Survival Space Harvester.

   Entering the battlefield, one hundred third-order extraordinary legions can be united to form a god-level extraordinary avatar comparable to the extraordinary avatars of the fourth-order extraordinary legions.

   One cut down, a continent can't last a few cuts.

  When they go to the battlefield, the military achievements are not rushing, and the living space of their own race is still rising like a fountain.

   Died for no reason, how can this work?

   Especially when I have sacrificed and you have not, don't even think about it.

  In the end, after three months of quarreling, more than 300 races, under the game of all parties, more than 300 representatives were elected.

  One race, one race, no one can be without someone.

   Then they hit the road.

  Kilometer high, with a palace complex of 100,000 square kilometers.

   Ace, who has grown to 100 meters with the help of the origin of the world, sits on his tall throne and looks at the group of cute creatures below.

   How many question marks appeared on the big head?

   What are these things?

  Why does something look wrong?

  Those dark races with crooked melons and jujubes, where did this group of cute guys come from.

  In fact, Ace's aesthetics are basically cleared up by many gods.

  So, in order to prevent their own race from suffering heavy losses, the race kings of each race specially selected some more beautiful and cuter tribe members to come over as envoys.

  As for these cuter tribesmen, where can I find them?

  The king of all races said that my family has billions and tens of billions of clansmen. Among so many clansmen, there are beautiful females with whatever aesthetics they want.

   If there is no such thing, magic transformation technology is not too advanced. Is it okay if I transform one?

  There are always more solutions than difficulties.

   Not to mention that they still have the support of the gods, you can have whatever you want.

   Facing a group of cute animals, Ace was extremely patient, and calmly asked the beautiful elf at the front: "What do you want?"

   "Seeing that you make me feel very good, what do I need? I will satisfy you."

  The huge dragon head, the sharp edges and corners that are not dark, the scarlet eyes, reflecting the color of blood, are as black as the deepest dark scales, which set off Ace's incomparable evil.

  As a handsome guy of the dragon family.

  The image of Ace has always been growing toward cruelty, horror, and blood.

   Among the evil dragons, it is quite popular.

   As for the races other than the evil dragon, they can only tremble with frightened legs.

  The cute elf cub tried hard to suppress the trembling legs, looked at Ace with sky blue eyes, and said in a cute voice: "Your Majesty, I have come to ask you for war."

   "In another fifty years, you will lose the second-tier extraordinary legions who fought for you."

   "For the continued strength of the Dragon Alliance, we ask you for war."

   After speaking, the elf cub knelt down tremblingly, lying on the ground without daring to move, welcoming his own fate of death.

   The cute creatures of various races behind her also fell down instantly, each and every one of them was trembling with fright.

  Looking at the frightened and paralyzed group of cute creatures of all races, Ace looked at them with some doubts.

   Don't you just ask for war? There's nothing to be afraid of.

  Why are they all kneeling and trembling with fright.

   Ace looked at his sister, Elena, and asked in doubt, "Do you know what's going on?"

   "Why are they so afraid of me?"

   "Am I scary looking?"

Facing Ace's question, Elena, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the extremely ferocious Ace, and subconsciously shook her head: "You look so mighty, you are a handsome guy from our dragon clan, how could you be scary? ?”

   "That's because their vision is wrong!"

  Elena assures that she is telling the truth, among the dragons, Ace is indeed handsome.

  The kind that can scare people to death.

   Received praise from his sister, and Ace's confidence returned instantly.

   Then continue to deal with the matter in front of you!

  Pleading for war is easy to say.

   Just right, in the past two hundred years, because the military winners of all ethnic groups have carried knives to supervise their cubs to study.

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