Martial World's
Ch 1394 - Negotiation of the Saint Race
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No matter how unprepared humanity, or how much trust they have, the fact is that a great calamity has come early. The Bright Lustre Great World became a battlefield. Whether it was the human race or the saint race, the two of them seemed to subconsciously agree not to send an Empyrean powerhouse to join the battle. The highest cultivation among them was only at the Holy God realm.
This was now a conflict that had yet to reach the stage of all-out war. The holy race only reached out a probing hand, and humanity seemed to be too afraid, lacking the courage to launch a full-scale attack. They were well aware that once the Empyrean people joined forces, that was when the final showdown would begin. But now, mankind did not even know how many True heavenly Powers the saints possessed, so how could they resist them?
In this battle, the heavenly powers of Gods and Holy Gods formed the main force while World Kings and half-Empyreans also participated. In such a battlefield it was impossible for geniuses who grew up like Lin Ming to go and fight, otherwise if there were an accident, the losses for mankind would be diverse.
The fight continued for half a month. At this moment, the name of the holy power center had spread throughout mankind; he was the Good Fortune Son!
This person had the cultivation of the Saint Lord realm, a realm equivalent to the cultivation of a Divine Lord. But, with this cultivation, he was actually able to defeat ordinary World Kings in battle. He even had the ability to survive the attacks of a Great World King.
He held the black demon beads in his hands, and all the martial artists under the Holy Kingdom, no matter how many in number, would instantly be twisted into being torn apart by this thing. Their bodies would turn into pure flesh and blood essence which was then absorbed by the black demon bead.
The terrifying character made everyone panic in fear!
A heavenly God who can fight a World King? What kind of concept is that? The heavenly gods and World Kings were separated by the entire territory of the Sacred Gods. This was an even greater difference than the Heavenly Transformation into a Holy God!
The supreme elders of mankind wanted to immediately attack and kill this Child of Good Fortune. However, during their battle at the Bright Lustre Great World, they discovered that the Good Fortune Saint Son had a powerhouse protecting him from behind. And, the powerhouses of this mysterious saint race had actually taken no action. Instead, they simply watched the Holy Child fight. This kind of feeling was as if the saints were using this war to sharpen the Son of Fortune Saint.
The characters supporting him were too powerful, so even Empyreans who wanted to kill him became frightened and retreated.
These results were all reported to Empyrean Divine Dream.
"Damn it, what do the saints want?"
The saint race that Empyreans held was silent and the human Empyrean did not dare to rashly move. After all, the people who were afraid of this war were human. Mankind has fewer Empyrean powerhouses than saints, and there is no need to mention True Divinity powerhouses; the saint race likely has more than one True Divinity teacher while humans have zero!
"They waited 3.6 billion years and now that the barrier between our universe has been torn apart, they still haven't come at us at full force. Instead, they had only sent a half-step Empyrean powerhouse. What kind of tricks are they trying to play? ”
Empyrean Vast Universe pacing. In the face of the life or death crisis of mankind, even he had lost all his composure.
"Maybe ..they were not ready, or it could be that the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was still recovering from his injuries. '' Heavenly Dream Empyrean secretly said from beside the vast universe of Empyreans.
Empyrean Vast Universe's mind moved. “Maybe he has not recovered. 100,000 years ago, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign broke the 33 Layered Heavens Law to tear down the God's Lamenting Wall to send the holy Empyrean saints to kill Primordius. Because of his actions, he received a backlash from the 33 Great Dao Laws Layered Heavens. These were wounds that came from the Great Dao and had to take tens of thousands of years to heal. Any method of recovery would not work, including entering the space-time charm to speed up the recovery of his injuries. Right now, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign should still have tens of thousands of years before he could do anything. Before that, his strength should be the same as an Empyrean.
“However, even if the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign has yet to recover, if many Empyreans of the saint race will attack together, it is almost impossible for us to fight back. Moreover, without a doubt, the saint race had more than one True Divinity, so why didn't they do anything?
"That might be impossible, but could the saint race want to use this war to soften that Good Holy Child of Fate?"
Empyrean Vast Universe could not understand what was happening and even Empyrean Divine Dream was immersed in a silent thought. This was a war related to the survival of their race, and causing this chaos just to send their Saint Child into adventure was an overly childish and ridiculous act. The holy race would definitely not do something so stupid.
The Good Fortune Saint Son should have only taken the opportunity to temper himself; there must have been another reason that the saints had not waged an all-out war.
It's just that they don't know the reason.
The war entered a dead end. In a situation where Empyreans on both sides did not take action, the Good Fortune Saint Son had too much of a limelight. His momentum was almost unstoppable, and although his strength was inferior to that of a Great World King, the amount of death and destruction he inflicted actually far exceeded that of a Great World King!
It was all due to the appearance of the Grandmist Spirit Bead. With this bead, all the powerhouses in a large area could be immediately killed; this was something that the Great World King powerhouse could not achieve.
Those who were killed by the Fortune Saint Son were at least at the heavenly God realm. One of his victims, if placed at the Holy Land level influence, could at least be a Palace Elder or a Branch Elder.
The holy race also aimed to help the Fortune Saint Son accumulate military excess. In the most exaggerated show, he brought an army of a thousand peak Holy Lords to attack the eastern region of the Great World of Bright Lustre, destroying dozens of star regions and raging over a hundred trillion miles, killing countless human martial artists.
If this continued, then all the powerhouses of the Bright Lustre Great World would be killed!
Many human martial artists who were on the verge of death were frightened just from mentioning the Good Fortune Son; they found it hard to eat and sleep quietly.
And aside from the Bright Lustre Great World, many other martial artists feared that it would be their turn after the Bright Lustre Great World was destroyed.
“Why haven't our Empyreans acted yet? Why would they allow such a rampant Child Fortune Saint? "Some martial artists asked, puzzled.
“Don't be too naive. The saints have more Empyreans than we do. If true Empyreans join the battle, our forces will still be suppressed. In the end, we cannot fight against the holy race. We don't have as many Empyreans as possible and our geniuses are also being destroyed by their geniuses. ”
Of the human novice young geniuses, there were only Lin Ming, Xiao Moxian, Frost Dream, and a few others. In this war, because human geniuses had too low a cultivation, they did not step on the wider battlefield so the Good Fortune Saint Son finally defeated them.
“Why do you help praise your enemies for destroying the momentum and prestige of your own people? Our geniuses had yet to grow and Lin Ming, Frost Dream, and Xiao Moxian were all geniuses that humans rarely saw even in a hundred million years. I can't believe that Lin Ming will be worse than the Good Fortune Saint Son once he grows up! "
There were many martial artists who were fans of Lin Ming and Divine Dream; they were unwilling to listen to others saying that the geniuses of the holy race far surpassed them.
The continuous victory of the holy race made mankind feel breathless, breathless. And if the appearance of the Good Fortune Saint Son was any indication of the future of the saint race, it meant that they had more powerhouses than the clouds in the sky!
An extreme genius combined together with the number one treasure in the universe; it was hard to imagine what feat a Good Fortune Son would have in the future.
How can humans compete with the new True Divinity? By relying on Lin Ming, Xiao Moxian, Frost Dream, and the others?
Even their fans felt a bit scared of them.
The war continued, and the human martial artists of the Bright Lustre Great World fell into an increasingly dangerous state. As the Bright Lustre Great World neared complete annihilation, many Empyreans found it hard to remain silent. Losing tens or hundreds of thousands of heavenly Gods to the saint race was not a fatal number to the great heavenly Realm, but a small number was quickly crazing the ball. Once the saint race slaughtered their way out with unstoppable momentum and began to gnaw at the mid-level martial artists of mankind, then humanity would lose ground to train the empaths from. Once that happened, as long as many Empyrean people died in battle then the future of mankind would fall into the rubble.
“We must fight! All-out war! I don't know what game the holy race is playing, but I do know that if this continues then the human race will lose all their trust. If we are engaged in a total war at that time, then it is possible that we will be defeated. ”
An Empyrean seriously said at the meeting of Empyreans.
Defeat in the Bright Lustre Great World resulted in not only the loss of some human and Holy God heavenly Gods. There were many star regions and continents, and most importantly, there was damage caused by human beliefs.
Once trust in the inevitable loss is etched in their bones, humanity will then fall into chaos and disorder, slowing moving toward destruction.
At Mount Potala, over a hundred Empyrean humans gathered together.
The storm is happening. Although the time was not yet ripe, everyone knew that a great war was inevitable.
"That's right, we can't sit on the side and do nothing else!"
“You and I are of the same race. For the sake of humanity, why are we afraid of war !? ”
Humanity is a selfish and greedy race; it is characteristic of all intelligent life. In situations without external threats, they often fall into infighting.
However, if really faced with a moment of life or death, then this situation will actually me courage and friendship of humans.
Once one race was fully united, it was a truly terrifying power.
Over 100 Empyreans gathered together. Over the past few days, even God Beasts had appeared in the sky above Mount Potala.
This terrifying God Beast spread their roars for millions of miles, causing the minds of those who heard it to tremble!
Lin Ming also followed Empyrean Divine Dream to Mount Potala.
This scene of Empyreans and God Beasts was similar to the scene 3.6 billion years ago.
Lin Ming took a deep breath, "Did a great battle arrive like this? It's too soon .. It feels like I've been living a dream. ”
He never imagined that even though he had been training day and night in preparation for the great calamity, that when the great calamity really arrived, there was actually nothing he could do!
Lin Ming clenched his hands. He doesn't want to accept this!
Rumbling rumbling rumbling!
In the sky, heavenly light surged. A gigantic stone platform that looked like an ancient ripped through space, appearing in the sky above Mount Potala. This was the announcement platform, where the roles of many Empyreans would be assigned!
6 billion years ago, Empyrean Divine Seal had stood on top of the Divine Seal Altar and commanded the masses, assigning everyone their duties. Now, this scene is also similar. The only difference was that no one could reach the same height as the Empyrean Divine Seal had reached.
And even extreme characters like Empyrean Divine Seal had perished in a great calamity. Now, the human race did not have someone like the Empyrean Divine Seal on their side, so how could they possibly emerge victorious?
Lin Ming felt his mind filled with a strong sense of helplessness.
In fact, this kind of helplessness also appeared in the hearts of many other humans. This is a war with very low chances of winning.
However, at this moment, another unexpected turning point occurred.
The holy race had requested negotiations, and the place where negotiations would be held was Mount Potala, where over 100 Empyre people had gathered!
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