Chapter 236 God descends! (Big chapter please give monthly tickets and subscribe)

  Shenghui calendar year 1091, the month of budding.

 The 60th year of the Great Crusade.

　　One of the plane federations under the jurisdiction of the Wizards Council, the Plane of All Machines.

 In the sky.

Hovering is a "mechanical sun" composed of countless metals, gears, and runes.

 The wizards and mechanical creatures in the plane of machines call it the "eternal furnace"

 In the eternal furnace, the endless power of the fire element gathers here, reacts, and is transformed into energy for the mechanical creatures in the plane of machines.

This is the most important place in the Wanji Plane, and it is the energy center.

 On the side of the Eternal Forge, the huge legendary wizard Sky City guards the side.

On Sky City, there is a sea-blue wizard tower towering into the clouds.

At the top of the tower, a wizard wearing a blue robe and with deep eyes like an ancient wise man was looking at the crystal ball floating in front of him.

This is the legendary wizard of the Ocean Faction, the Deep Blue Sage Luther.

 Ever since he came to this plane of all opportunities, he has had many battles with the Father of Plague, each with his own victory or defeat.

The opponent is an extremely difficult evil **** whose plague power is so pervasive that even mechanical creatures are at risk of being infected.

Those infected mechanical creatures will collectively lose control, forming a terrifying wave of "Omnic Crisis".

However, the recent intrusions from the Father of Plagues have been less, which makes Luther a little uncomfortable. He always feels that the other party is brewing some bigger conspiracy.

In addition to being a legendary wizard of the Ocean School, the Deep Blue Sage is also a rare wizard of the prophecy sect.

 Now, he is using the crystal ball to try to penetrate the fog and predict some things so as to make the next move.

 Now, divination has reached its final stage.

On the crystal ball, strange and complicated pictures flashed one by one.

 Finally, the picture freezes in the boundless dark land, a plane that is mainly blue.

 “Nora…”

The Father of Plagues is a powerful evil god. Even with the means of the legendary wizard, he can only divine this bit of information.

 Others, there is no way to divine them.

However, Deep Blue Sage has been dealing with the Evil God for many years, and he basically understands the Evil God’s tricks.

“He is going to send down the Holy Incarnation in Nora, this might be a good time to do it.”

Whether it is an evil **** or a righteous god, through the correct divine descent ceremony performed by his followers, he can descend to a certain plane through the incarnation of a saint.

 The strength of the descending incarnation is related to the strength of the evil **** itself, the level of the divine descending ceremony, the level of the sacrifice, and the level of the own plane, etc.

 What communicates all this is the mysterious and mysterious power of faith.

The gods do not send down the incarnation of saints casually. The farther the distance, the greater the cost and consumption.

 So, Deep Blue Sage felt that now might be a good opportunity.

“Wait a minute, that guy must be able to guess that I will divine him, whether this is a deliberate design by him... just wait for me to enter and catch the turtle in the urn.

 But if you don’t try, you may miss an opportunity to severely damage or even kill him.

By the way, why not ask about the magical destiny gold coins? "

  In the palm of the Deep Blue Sage, an ordinary-looking coin appeared at some point.

 “Magical gold coin of destiny, tell me what to do?”

Dark Blue Sage gently tossed the coin, and the coin fell on the ground in a perfect parabola, spinning constantly.

 Finally, the coin lands heads.

The deep blue sage's robes were not fluttering in the wind, and his eyes flashed through thousands of stars, reflecting the entire plane of all planes.

 The next moment, the legendary wizard looked firm and turned into an endless flow of blue particles, dissipating in the wizard tower.

 On the same spot, only the gold coin of destiny lay quietly, face up.

 In the pattern, there is an elegant and gentle smile of a lady.

 I don’t know how long it will take.

It seems that the pained wails of gods resound across multiple dimensions, as if a war that could change the world breaks out somewhere.

With the aftermath of the terrifying shock.

 In the wizard tower, the fate gold coin was shaken, revealing the reverse side of the fate gold coin.

On the other side, there is also the smile of the lady. The smile seems to be full of determination, determination, and...courage.

The legendary wizard’s magical gold coin of destiny only has heads.

 …

 Somewhere in the plane of all machines, the sky is filled with yellow sand, filled with broken mechanical remains, parts, gears, and the corpses of rotting green-skinned monsters...

 This is one of the battlefields between the wizards and the Plague Legion in the plane of all planes.

Although the Father of Plague is an evil god, he is a real inventor. He uses various plague magics to control and transform powerful creatures from multiple planes to form his subordinates. The powerful plague army.

 In fact, except for large-scale wars involving legendary wizards, in most plane invasions, the Plague Father does not need to personally end it.

 He is a god, the father of all the unclean ones, and it is very unworthy of him to be punished personally.

Basically, a "Plague Lord" who is comparable to a great wizard and leads a certain number of plague legions can conquer most planes without demigods.

 Below the great lords, there are the more numerous "plague lords", also known as the "Great Unclean Ones". These plague monsters, who are comparable to high-level wizards, are a terrifying nightmare for enemies on the battlefield.

This was originally the residence of a wizard war group. Three days ago, an uninformed plague lord led an army to sweep through this place. A large number of wizards died on the battlefield, and many also evacuated here.

Far away from the battlefield, on the hot ground, two alchemy balls, one large and one small, are rolling forward in the wind and sand. The surface of the ball is covered with scars, and the alchemy parts are old and new.

“I don’t know when the war will end. I really want to return to the Endless Sea. Looking at the endless blue sea will even make my mood better.” Stella said softly.

 She looked at Herman's frown. "Herman, you are still worried about the Gray Tower, right?"

"Yes, when we left the Gray Tower and there were no three-ring wizards, Morpheus would definitely bully them..." Herman said.

"Don't think so much, just hold on for a while, and when the war is over, we may be able to go back... Moreover, didn't you say that Levi is not an ordinary person? Maybe he has grown up now and can stand on his own." Stella said.

"That kid is indeed extraordinary. I even suspect that he was rebuilt by the soul wizard who took his body and rebuilt it, haha." Recalling the friends of the Endless Sea, the tower master's voice began to become lighter.

“Unknowingly, I have been away for sixty years...”

"yes."

 The two **** sighed with emotion and disappeared into the yellow sand sky under the setting sun.

 …

  Human world.

The Peacock Kingdom.

 The prosperous and fertile southern region.

 There is a valley that smells so bad.

 In the valley, there are rotting corpses everywhere, many of which are human. Some of these corpses are half buried in the soil, and some are directly displayed in the open air.

These corpses were caused by the fact that after the great plague last year, many southern lords and civilians dumped some people who died due to the plague here.

 Although some doctors told these lords that the corpses should be burned to avoid infection, due to ignorance and ignorance, only a few people could do it.

 “What a perfect place for the gods to descend.” Count Joelson held a green ghost claw in his hand, enjoying the charming smell of decay.

“Endless aftertaste.” For ghouls, filth and corpse odor are the most appetizing things.

 Because only in this way can one express his belief in the father of the plague.

Every believer of the Plague Father, whether a ghoul or a variety of filthy rotten creatures, is proud to be the "Great Unclean One" beside the Father God.

"Come out here and don't eat them. These are sacrifices to Father God. These sacrifices are not enough. Go to the surrounding cities and sneak some back. Try not to provoke those human rangers. Although they are powerful Normally, but now is the critical moment to summon Father God, so we can’t make any unnecessary mistakes." Earl Joelson said.

In the ground where the rotting corpses were displayed, wriggling things like rotten meat appeared one after another. Tens of thousands of white maggots swarmed in the rotten meat, making the rotten meat look like a honeycomb.

 Then, these rotten flesh gradually condensed and turned into figures of nobles.

The ghoul clan, in ascending order of strength, is the lowest level ghoul, baron, earl, duke, grand duke, prince...

Most of these figures are ordinary ghouls, with strength approximately equal to that of a first-level wizard.

Earl Joelson can feel that perhaps if the time goes forward another hundred years, the strength of his subordinates will be enough to sweep the world.

 But as the demonic tide revives, this manpower is no longer enough.

 Even if we leave aside the church.

Recently, another force seems to have emerged in the world that is fighting against dark creatures, repeatedly ruining the good deeds of the ghoul family.

 The miracle doctor Watson is most likely the person who hides his power.

 The ghoul clan needs the leadership of Father God, otherwise it will be impossible to fight against these forces.

 And this day is coming soon.

 Three days later.

In the valley, the ghouls came one after another, followed by freshly baked corpses.

These corpses are all displayed in specific array patterns, forming an eight-pointed star array composed of corpses in the valley.

 Earl Joelson directed the work of his men in an orderly manner.

finally.

The sacrificial array descended by the gods is fully prepared, and Count Joelson looks excited. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

 With Father God’s guidance, they no longer need to hide.

 Ghouls stood beside Count Joelson one by one. They waited until night fell and darkness enveloped the land.

 Then, Count Joelson placed the ghoul arm in the center of the sacrificial circle.

These ghouls have solemn expressions, no different from those praying in the church.

 Compared to humans, these monsters may have more pure faith in their gods.

 After all, except for their father, they are despised rotten monsters in most planes.

Only God the Father, like a truly loving father, treats every believer equally and tolerantly, without distinction between high and low.

 In comparison, the God of Shenghui Church is a false father.

 “You are the source of all evil plagues.”

 “You are the embodiment of all diseases.”

 “You are the father of the Great Unclean One!”

 “The great ancestor of wights, the father of plagues, the **** of despair and corruption!”

 “Come down!”

  Along with the prayers of all the ghouls.

The pitch-black night became even darker and deeper, and even the stars were dimmed.

　　It has been a long time.

 No response to prayers.

This made Count Joelson hesitate.

Other ghouls were also suspicious, but the count didn't let them stop, and they didn't dare to say anything.

　　Until after praying dozens of times.

That magic circle didn’t react at all.

 “Boss, what’s going on?” A ghoul baron couldn’t help but ask.

"Don't ask, keep praying, it should be because we are not pious enough, so we need to increase our efforts." Earl Joelson said.

"OK."

 In the valley, time passed by minute by minute.

 The divine descending ceremony seems to have not been successful yet.

"Impossible...my rituals, prayers, and all the steps are strictly in accordance with the "Book of Ghouls". This was compiled by the Ghoul Prince himself. He has been blessed by God the Father, and was also Father God gave him the title of Great Unclean One, maybe because the sacrifices were not enough..."

　　Count Joelson thought in his mind.

Just when he was about to send ghouls to continue to the nearby territory to kidnap people and return.

 Among the stars overhead, one star seemed to turn pale green.

 The next moment, the divine magic circle burst into light, and the corpses, flesh and blood, intestines, rotten bones, and all kinds of rotten things all began to buzz and tremble.

 Then, these things began to condense and surge towards the ghost claws of the Ghoul Prince in the center of the circle.

 Not long after, a mountain of meat dozens of meters high began to form in the center.

Rotting intestines burrowed into Roshan's belly like earthworms. Densely packed maggots formed Roshan's muscles. Pale bone spurs protruded from Roshan. A weird long tongue came out of Roshan's belly, sniffing around like a snake. Then, the green miasma filled the meat mountain and accumulated in the valley.

　　When the terrifying monster that could not be looked at was finally formed, all the ghouls looked fanatical.

In their eyes, this ugly green mountain of flesh is so tall, majestic, kind and gentle. His palms full of oil, fungi, and viruses seem to be able to touch the boundless void. Even the stars are affected by such corrupting power. In front of me, it went out.

Count Jolson flopped to the ground, as did the other ghouls. They all shouted.

 “Father God is above!”

 The head of Roshan showed a face with a smile like a loving father's with blurred facial features.

 “My dear children, I really, really thank you so much…”

Roshan looked at the starry sky, and his heart was filled with peace: "The plague will not be defeated or eliminated. Luther, we will see each other again..."

 …

Black Pattern City.

 Levi spent half a year here.

 In the past six months, Li Wei did not go to fight in the north or south.

 He was just in Black Stripe City, silently collecting and digesting all the knowledge about the ancient saint civilization in this city.

 On the other hand, he is studying the ancient sacred law.

He once wanted to try learning the ancient holy method, but finally gave up.

He always felt that the ancient saint method seemed to be able to give birth to a powerful ancient saint, but compared to the knight's breathing method, it was not perfect.

 So he planned to wait until he collected more ancient holy methods before seeing if he should practice this method.

 Not long after, Mengka’s voice sounded outside.

"Sir, I have something to ask for." Mengka said, his voice urgent.

 “Come in.” Levi said lightly.

"What's up?"

"The White Scale Tribe of Levin City and the Swift Tribe of It City are heading towards our Black Spot City. It is said that these two tribes took refuge in the Qingjia Ancient Saint not long ago. Now they may have obtained the Qingjia Ancient Saint. The ancient sage’s instructions came to put pressure on me…”

 After Li Wei finished listening, the information about these two tribes flashed through his mind.

The White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe are the two largest tribes within a radius of thousands of miles, except for the Black Spot Tribe. They also have ancient snake-level powerhouses.

 Ever since Mengka led the tribe to take over Black Spot City, all parties have been fighting over territorial issues for many years, but there has been no result.

Originally, Li Wei wanted to wait until he had time to take Mengka to destroy these tribes and integrate them to form a powerful army to fight against the ancient saints in the future.

 It's just that he was busy with research and never paid attention to it.

 Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door now.

"Get ready to fight. I will fight as a general under your command. Don't expose my true strength for the time being." Li Wei said with a calm expression.

"Okay, it's all up to the adults." During this time, Levi and Kane were always at Mengka's mansion, talking about the unification of the Ancient Holy Empire.

 At first, Mengka felt that the Ancient Sage was joking, but later, he discovered that the other party was actually serious...

This unknown Ancient Saint powerhouse really wants to unify the Ancient Saint Empire and accomplish this feat that no one has accomplished since the original Ancient Saint.

 …

 Outside Black Spot City.

Mengka was riding a giant beast like a rhinoceros, his cold lizard eyes looking at the vast army ahead.

Beside Mengka, a salamander man wearing armor and red scales was also riding a giant beast, with a calm expression.

"Mengka, Chief Xunmeng and I are here today on the orders of Ancient Sage Qingjia. Our three families have been fighting for many years, and we are neck and neck. There is no winner or lose. There is no point in continuing like this. Ancient Sage Qingjia has set his sights on our territory. , listen to my advice and surrender. This world will eventually be divided up by the Ancient Saints, and all those under the Ancient Saints are ants." said the White Scale Chief.

"Bai Lin, after all, there have been ancient saints in your tribe's history. Are you willing to condescend to others? Are you treating others like dogs? Even though I, Mengka, am defeated by the ancient saints, I would rather die in battle than lead my men. Surrender." Mengka said very forcefully.

Who told him to have a hidden ancient sage beside him?

 Otherwise, Mengka, who knows the current affairs like this, would have surrendered long ago.

"Mengka, with the strength of your clan, how can you be the opponent of our two clans combined? Stop making meaningless struggles and surrender quickly!" the leader of the Swift Meng clan urged.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on together, let me use my endless scorching power to bake you dry!" Mengka said confidently.

On the city wall, the old lizard Kane, one of the commanders of Mengka’s army, looked nervous.

"This battle is probably going to be a disaster. How can Mengka alone be the opponent of two ancient snake-level experts... Hey, why did that Salamander kid also run to the battlefield? Isn't this nonsense?"

 During this period, Levi always dealt with Kane as a seeker of knowledge, with a very gentle and humble attitude, completely different from the arrogant and domineering temperament of the Salamander clan.

Kane preconceivedly thought that Levi was also a cultural person like himself.

Who would have imagined that this boy actually followed the Lord of Mengka and went to the battlefield silently.

"In that case, there is nothing more to say. We have already given you the opportunity." The White Scale Chief sneered.

"Delay will lead to change. Take the Black Pattern City as soon as possible and go back to recover." After the leader of the Swift Force clan finished speaking, he led the lizardman army under his command and charged towards the battlefield.

The velociraptor clan is born with extremely fast speed, and the leader of the velociraptor clan has practiced the "Ancient Holy Method of Splitting the Sky". He instantly turned into an afterimage, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword light tore open the battlefield and entered the battlefield with a single sword!

 “Hahaha, it’s so cool!” The leader of the Swift Force clan burst out laughing, killing with great pleasure.

On the other side, Mengka was already fighting with the White Scale Patriarch, one black and one white, fighting on the battlefield. No lizard man around dared to approach.

"This is the power of the ancient snake powerhouse. Although it is far inferior to the ancient saint, among these ordinary lizardmen, it is still no problem to kill three in and three out." Kane has seen the ancient saint level. Fighting, so I am not too surprised by such a small fight.

The Swift Tribe slashed a Black Stripe Tribe man to death with his long sword. Suddenly, he discovered that among the army, there seemed to be a strong Salamander man wearing armor, fighting in his own army formation.

 “Seeking death!”

The Swift Chief swoops into the battlefield. He is so fast that most attacks fail to land on him.

 “Splitting Sky Slash!”

 He used his own ancient holy method to develop this invincible slash!

 The gorgeous sword light blasted a path and was unstoppable.

But in front of the strong salamander, he was killed by his sword.

"Interesting, you can take my sword. I didn't expect that Mengka actually invited a strong man of the ancient snake level." The power of splitting the sky exploded, and the figure of the swift patriarch suddenly disappeared.

Li Wei rode the giant beast and calmly watched the swift patriarch spinning around him like a phantom, trying to confuse himself in this way.

 “Fancy!”

A wave of air-splitting slashes came towards Li Wei.

Hum, bang, bursts of explosions.

Li Wei did not crush him directly, but fought against the opponent with the strength of an ancient snake.

 At this moment, the Swift Patriarch's heart changed from being confident at the beginning to being unconfident.

“The speed is so strong, it can actually be compared with my power of splitting the sky. Is the ancient holy method of the Salamander clan still good at speed?” The leader of the Swift Clan doubted his life.

 At the end of the fight, Levi had nothing to do.

The Swift Chief was panting heavily, spitting out snake letters, and his body was shaking due to lack of strength.

He knew that he was no match for this powerful Salamander. Even if the opponent was not an Ancient Saint, he was not far behind.

 He began to retreat quickly, turning into an afterimage, trying to escape under Li Wei's nose.

Levi held the recast Frostmourne in his hand, pointed his sword at the sky, and the power of Ashes exploded!

With the sword drawn out, an annihilation crack began to appear in the Swift Tribe army in front.

 All lizardmen in the path of the Gray Oblivion Sword Light will die!

 “Don’t run!”

 Levi La opened the Blood Feather Bow, and a Blood Containment Cone appeared on it.

 He easily opened the third-level blood weapon, the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a shooting star.

 He is like a real ancient warrior, shooting out an arrow!

The swift patriarch who turned into a phantom and fled in front of him groaned, and the blood cone penetrated his body, causing him great pain.

 Then, one after another, the blood-containing cones were all driven into the body of the Swift Patriarch.

 Finally, he half-knelt on the ground, looking ahead, his eyes distracted, and he was dead!

 Looking at the sudden death of the tribal leader, the other warriors of the Swift Tribe were shocked in their hearts. For a moment, they didn’t know what to do.

 The leader of the White Scales also noticed something was wrong.

"Dead? How is it possible? Who in this Black Stripe Tribe can kill the swift leader who is known for his speed and movement?"

 The next moment, a **** figure had rushed to the battlefield, and together with Mengka, they surrounded the White Scale Chief!

“White scales, surrender, look at your men, they are all afraid...” Mengka said loudly.

 “Impossible! I...”

Before the White Scale Chief finished speaking, he was punched away by Li Wei and smashed into the ground, causing the earth to crack.

 “White flame!”

The angry white-scaled patriarch has white flames sprouting from his body, which is the embodiment of the [Phosphorus Fire Power] burning in his body!

If he surrenders, what will greet him will be the revenge of the Qingjia Ancient Sage, who is always willing to spend every penny. That is the real despair.

"If you can't see the situation clearly, then die!" Mengka's scorching slash carried the heat wave and fought with the white scales that were burning with white flames.

Li Wei did not continue fighting, but quietly returned to the formation and watched the show alone.

"The strength I have shown now is almost the same. I am a relatively strong ancient snake-level expert from the Salamander tribe... If I am any stronger, a new Ancient Saint will be born out of the blue, and I am afraid that other Ancient Saints will come to watch."

You must know that the crawler civilization has not given birth to a new ancient saint for a long time. Every time a new Ancient Saint appears, it is an absolutely major event and will soon spread throughout the entire Ancient Saint Empire.

Li Wei still wants to develop for a while and wait until his Red Emperor Dragon Breathing Technique or Scarlet Dragon Breathing Technique reaches the fourteenth level before he can start to explode.

 In the end, the white-scaled patriarch who would rather die than surrender was beheaded by Mengka. Mengka was covered in white smoke and breathing heavily, and he held the head of the white-scaled patriarch high.

 “All White Scale Tribes and Swift Tribes! All surrender! Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy!”

Mengka said loudly, he was like a **** of death, his vertical pupils exuded murderous intent, and the majesty of an ancient snake-level powerhouse swept across the battlefield.

 Those ordinary warriors from the White Scale Tribe and Swift Tribe finally put down their weapons...

Mengka looked at all this with satisfaction. He never thought that one day he would be able to take down the head of the White Scale Patriarch with his own hands.

"Perhaps, that gentleman's dream of unification...is not a fantasy, and he is actually realizing this goal little by little."

At this moment, the long-dormant blood in Mengka’s body was ignited again.

  He looked towards the back of the battlefield. The man was already riding a giant beast and was slowly leaving, minding his own business.

"With your help, I, Mengka, will be able to unify the border areas of this empire in less than ten years. When my ancient holy method takes a further step, my two ancient saints and I may be able to sweep the empire..." Mengka imagined. future.

The most terrifying thing about that gentleman is that he has never shown his full strength until now. He only used one move against himself, but what is his upper limit? Mengka didn't know.

Of course, they must not be more powerful than the ancient sages at the front, otherwise you wouldn’t have to hide in this borderland and keep a low profile.

Mengka even thinks that you may be a close relative of the Burning Sky Ancient Sage who was hidden in the snow. However, due to certain issues, he turned against him and ended up hiding his name and plotting revenge.

 …

 The next day.

Li Wei was sitting in the study, studying the ancient sage's methods obtained from the White Scale Tribe and the Rapid Fierce Tribe.

The ones from the White Scale clan are called [The Ancient Holy Method of Phosphorus Fire], and the ones from the Swift Force clan are called [The Ancient Holy Method of Splitting the Sky].

 The former requires long-term devouring of the flesh and blood of an underground ferocious beast called [Phosphorus Fire Beast], while the latter requires [Hollow Insect].

These two ferocious beasts are both extremely ancient and difficult to hunt. They are also the blood descendants of ancient beasts.

Levi speculated that the bloodline of the phosphorus fire beast should ultimately be traced back to the underground king Mobius, one of the four ancient kings, while the sky worm is most likely to be the sky king Othellos.

"All the ancient holy methods of this ancient holy empire are actually similar. In the final analysis, they all rely on the ferocious beasts that have inherited the bloodline of the four ancient kings to practice. By devouring these ancient bloodlines, these lizard people continue to return to their ancestors, and finally The ancient saint who transformed into the ancient beast level is the limit. But it is obvious that the four ancient kings are far stronger than the ancient saint, and are very likely to be comparable to the soul wizard or even the great wizard...

The Dark Lantern Dragon seems to represent flames. Could it be the Underground King Mobius?

The Emerald Dragon is known for its speed and is also a poisonous dragon. Could it be the Sky King Othellos?

Of course, it is also possible that in addition to these four ancient kings, there are other dragon clans who have been here. My guess may not be true. I'll know after Mengka sends people to get the Skycracker and Scaled Fire Beast back to me and test their bloodlines. "

 …

 Rocky Prairie.

This is a place very far away from Black Stripe City. On the prairie, a huge blue city stands.

 This is Qingjia City.

This city is the largest city in the western part of the Ancient Holy Empire.

Compared to Black Pattern City, Qingjia City is more majestic and majestic.

This is the city of Qingjia Ancient Sage. A hundred years ago, Qingjia Ancient Sage became a saint here and later became the twelfth Ancient Sage.

The ranking of the Ancient Saints in the Ancient Saint Empire is a comprehensive ranking among the people based on the strength of the tribes led by each Ancient Saint and the results of their actions.

Although Qingjia Ancient Sage is ranked 12th, he is still very young. He is only over 200 years old now, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future.

On the throne of the city lord's palace, a lizard man covered in green scales was sleeping with his chin on his head. The ministers below all stood silently, not daring to say a word.

Until a creeper messenger from the Chiropteran tribe suddenly flew to the main hall, then crawled there, trembling and said: "Old Sage, the battle report came from the front, the White Scale tribe and the Swift Tribe... were defeated and surrendered."

The green-armored ancient sage who was asleep opened his sharp eyes, and then asked softly: "Where are the two patriarchs?"

 “They all died in the battle.”

"Haha, they are smart. They know that the consequences of surrender are worse than death, so they choose to die in battle. Can't two Ancient Snakes take down a black-striped city?"

“Sir, it is said that…the Lord of Black Pattern City has a strong man from the Salamander clan coming to his side. He seems to be at the level of an ancient snake.”

“I see. In this case, among you, is anyone willing to go out to conquer Black Pattern City on my behalf?”

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