It's the day.

Numerous generals in the several major war zones of the White Gods have turned their backs to the Black Gods, and it has spread all over the White Gods jurisdiction.

The result is an overwhelming public opinion attack.

Even the generals of the White God system who had not surrendered were not able to take care of themselves.

The generals can surrender and even get the courtesy of the Black God System.

But what about common people?

They can only do the logistic work against the Black Gods within the White Gods turf, so when the Black Gods attack, how will they treat those who have contributed to the White Gods' fierce battle against the Black Gods?

They are afraid.

So scolded the surrender.

In fact, among the scolders, most are those who will take the opportunity to surrender as long as the Black God Element gives them a chance.

It's just no chance.

The unscrupulous scolding caused the generals who failed to surrender, but had lazy warfare behaviors, and their faces were dull.

After being scolded with anger, many people simply did not stop, and they really had to surrender.

Anyway, the troops of the Black God Element have all reached the White God Kingdom. If this battle continues, the White God Element has no future.

Of course, there are also many stubborn people.

In a world dominated by faith, devout believers will not worry about the consequences.

All they want is faith.

Not to mention that the White God System has not yet been defeated, even if they are defeated, they will absolutely stick to their beliefs, hiding in a dark corner, waiting for the day when the White God resurrects and descends into the world.

And these firm White God factions have engaged in fierce conflicts with a large number of vacillators and capitulationists.

Not only was the entire White God System not stabilized because of this group of loyalists, it was even more chaotic because of them.

The two sides of the black and white gods probably saw too many victories and defeats, and for a while, no one came forward to express their views on the recent war.

Probably those high-level people don't think there will be any changes in the war. Let the low-level forces of both sides continue to fight, while the gods guard around the major forces, and occasionally send out to intimidate the enemy strongman.

However, in these confrontations, the Black God Element was as usual, steadily advancing the results.

The superposition of various factors caused the white gods' combat power to further degenerate. They could have fought back and forth with the black gods army, and gradually they could no longer resist.

"This battle is seamless, and the Baishen system won't lose."

"Heh, under the same military strength, which of my Black Gods can't win? Don't praise me too much."

A partial division army is responsible for invading the southwest corner of the White God System star region.

And this area is the place where Jia Yan personally came here to open up the situation in the original black **** belief place.

At this moment in this area, because the initial outbreak point of the battle was here, and there were so many White Gods defenders, this was just enough to break the confrontation and drive away the White Gods troops to the hinterland.

The winning general was a commander sent from within the Black God System.

Located in a remote place, half of the Black Gods army was recruited locally, and the other half came from outside the Black Gods, and not many were actually sent from within the Black Gods. It can be said that this is a miscellaneous army.

However, even if it is a miscellaneous army, after being trained by a master commander from the Black God System, it has become an elite. In recent days, the White God Army has been killed bloody, and a large number of strong people have asked for surrender.

"Yeah, before I saw those good news, I thought that our side was going in an extremely smooth direction. I didn't expect that the friendly forces in other areas were even stronger. Someone had hit the White God Kingdom at close range."

Several generals are sighing.

Especially those local generals.

Their strength is not too strong, if they are not locals, I am afraid they would not even be able to get their status in the military today.

For the White Gods, they have always been beggars their neighbors. How dare you fight head-on with the White Gods army before, you may not be able to pick one out of ten.

Unexpectedly, Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by a dog?

No, the overall combat power of the White Gods is still a tiger, it should be a regular army of the Black Gods, stronger than the tiger, all real dragons.

"What are you thinking about? It is said that on your planet, there used to be the Black God Lord's pen and ink. The war in these few days is not tight, I want to go and see you."

"Oh, yes, those pens and supplies are left in the museum. If you want to see the general, you can go anytime, anywhere."

Mentioning the pen and ink of'Black God Lord', the generals from the local planet showed a little pride on their faces.

The young man who turned into a youth at the beginning, after being certified by many people, collectively believes that it should be Lord Black God himself who came to the game of life.

So suddenly, I became famous by borrowing an unknown planet.

The cities and countries that Jia Yan personally liberated even played the banner, leading to a sharp rise in status.

A female reporter who was taking notes with the army was peeked at by everyone. She just smiled slightly and kept silent.

Everyone knows that this female reporter was the woman who followed Lord Black God all the way.

Today she is still in her old business, even if the president of the country has hinted to her that if she is willing to hold a key position in the country, even if she wants the presidency, the president can give up without saying a word.

But the female reporter didn't ask for these.

She said that her mission is to be a reporter, and she will never change in this life.

The woman is older and looks more mature.

"He is aloof now, and he doesn't know what he is doing. At first he thought he was just an ordinary teenager."

After the meeting, the female reporter had a lot of thoughts.

She still remembers that she was rescued by the young man, and then took him to her grandmother's old house, and then rushed into the city with great momentum and into the country's high-level community.

What a majesty, but these majesty, if they are based on the identity of the young "Black God," they are slightly stingy.

In short, she knows that the adult is not unattainable like folk rumors, and if he appears in front of the general public, he can also chat with Yan Yue.

"Maybe you won't see it for a lifetime."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

When the woman's thoughts were empty and no one dared to care about her, teasing sounded behind her.

"Um"

The woman looked back, but frowned.

She didn't know the person who came, who looked like a beggar.

"Who are you?"

The beggar grinned, ignoring so many soldiers and strong men around him, and approached the woman as if he was fused with the air.

But he was not hostile.

"I'll take a look at an old friend. You can recognize the best, but if you don't recognize it, you should treat it as a friend from a long time ago."

The beggar sat beside the woman, took out the wine glass and started drinking.

"Would you like a drink? Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

The woman always felt that the scene before her vaguely seemed to be familiar.

But thinking about it specifically, I can't think of what happened.

When she answered, she squatted down and discussed with the beggar, a strong sense of familiarity came to her heart.

The temperament of this person is too similar to that of the young man.

"Could you be?"

She asked a little excitedly.

"Shhh, it's okay to know, the front line is a bit busy, I'm running out to get some free time."

The beggar sat, smiling and sipping his wine.

"Are you still going to the front line in person? I heard..."

"I heard that I'm sitting in the rear and enjoying it, right? Actually, that's right, the one sitting in the rear and let us do all the dirty work, he can be free."

…

The woman said she didn't understand, but she still vaguely understood what she was talking about.

It is said that that great strong man seems to have a large number of clones.

Could it be that the person who met with me earlier is also one of the clones?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but also somehow lost.

After all, with such a great existence, what he saw was not the deity, and he always felt regretful in his life.

"You have a good mix recently, and you have security forces."

The beggar drank a few sips, wiped his lips and asked.

The female reporter looked at the guards who turned a blind eye to their drinking, and shook her head: "It's just because of you that you get this treatment, but I do get the right to interview in the army because of your experience. Thank you very much. NS."

"It's not me. But on behalf of him, I say no thanks to you."

The beggar was drinking and talking like an old friend.

"Which army are you on?"

"I, the troop in the next theater is still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain. They insisted on me, saying that I hadn't died in a few battles on the battlefield, and I must have escaped the champion. "

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

Dare to love this big man, on the battlefield over there, he will be anonymous, otherwise, if he knows his identity, who dares to let him be the captain of the district.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or how the progress was, asking this one might be comparable to everyone in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar slapped his lips and shook the flask in his hand.

"In fact, I don't know about this kind of thing. It depends on what kind of back-hand the opponent has. After all, the confrontation I am waiting for is not only about the outcome of such a point."

"Huh? Back hand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What is the so-called backhand?

Between the two great gods, they are already in this way. Is there any other player who can turn the tide?

She broke her head and couldn't think of what this kind of thing would be like.

For the mortal residents of this world, it is a bit difficult for them to imagine something beyond the level of the two creation gods.

Because the **** of creation is equivalent to the upper limit, beyond the upper limit, it is impossible to think about it.

"You are a reporter with the army, right? In two days, this unit will be required to advance behind the enemy. If possible, you can enter without applying to join the army. After all, the subsequent wars may be full of risks."

The female reporter raised her eyebrows: "I'm sorry about this. As a reporter, I have a pursuit. I am going to record this battle from beginning to end. Maybe future generations will also need me to look back on this from the perspective of a woman like me. It’s a war, so I won’t give up joining the army.”

"Tsk tut... Duty."

The beggar was surprised, and then waved his hand indifferently: "Let's do it with you, just say it all. As for whether you listen or not, it depends on your own decision. Enter the center of the war vortex and don't rely on me for life or death. That's it. See you later if you have a chance."

After speaking, the beggar tidied up the jugs and chopsticks on the ground and stood up.

The female reporter stepped back and saw the beggar tear open a piece of air, exposing the dark space inside, and stepping into it.

At this moment, those soldiers seemed to have recovered from the muddle.

But no one felt anything, and stood still.

"Interesting, let me hurry up, this lord, did he come to find me specifically to take care of my safety..."

She picked up the little book and turned to a certain page. On this page filled with data such as the personality and abilities of the gods, she recorded a new point—a rather humane feeling of nostalgia.

After writing these, she pursed her lips and looked up at the sky.

Even if she is only a small person, the reporter's perspective and unique keen sense of smell, coupled with the unique events happening today, make her feel.

Perhaps this battle of black and white gods that spread across the entire world may...will draw the curtain in the near future!

"I heard that I'm sitting in the rear and enjoying it, right? Actually, that's right, the one sitting in the rear and let us do all the dirty work, he can be free."

…

The woman said she didn't understand, but she still vaguely understood what she was talking about.

It is said that that great strong man seems to have a large number of clones.

Could it be that the person who met with me earlier is also one of the clones?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but also somehow lost.

After all, with such a great existence, what he saw was not the deity, and he always felt regretful in his life.

"You have a good mix recently, and you have security forces."

The beggar drank a few sips, wiped his lips and asked.

The female reporter looked at the guards who turned a blind eye to their drinking, and shook her head: "It's just because of you that you get this treatment, but I do get the right to interview in the army because of your experience. Thank you very much. NS."

"It's not me. But on behalf of him, I say no thanks to you."

The beggar was drinking and talking like an old friend.

"Which army are you on?"

"I, the troop in the next theater is still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain. They insisted on me, saying that I hadn't died in a few battles on the battlefield, and I must have escaped the champion. "

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

Dare to love this big man, on the battlefield over there, he will be anonymous, otherwise, if he knows his identity, who dares to let him be the captain of the district.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or how the progress was, asking this one might be comparable to everyone in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar slapped his lips and shook the flask in his hand.

"In fact, I don't know about this kind of thing. It depends on what kind of back-hand the opponent has. After all, the confrontation I am waiting for is not only about the outcome of such a point."

"Huh? Back hand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What is the so-called backhand? ?

She broke her head and couldn't think of what this kind of thing would be like.