Chapter 457 The Tragedy of the Human Race

The young woman thought for a moment: "The human race is full of geniuses and masters. Although their overall strength is not as good as that of the gods, they are by no means powerless. Moreover, many strong people in the human race have always been low-key and do not like to show up, so there is the saying of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. When the critical moment comes, someone will definitely stand up to turn the tide."

She glanced at Wen Jun: "Just like that time eight thousand years ago."

Wen Jun looked at her and said nothing.

The young woman said: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth. We have raised you for so many years, and consumed countless resources, and even let you enter the Black Domain... But the ancestor of your race has never shown up. Now your realm is getting higher and higher, and the resources consumed are getting higher and higher. We can't afford to support you! We can't really kill you, so..."

Wen Jun glanced at her: "So you want to kick me out and observe secretly? You don't have to consume a lot of resources to raise me, and you can observe whether my ancestor appears?"

"Well, that's probably what you mean." The young woman said calmly: "Just say whether you will go or not."

"Go." Wen Jun nodded.

She was born with a legacy and knew a lot about her ancestors. She knew that her ancestors were not so easily deceived.

"Just go, just go." The young woman let out a sigh, "Pack up and leave quickly."

Wenjun: "..."

Wenjun left.

It seemed as if nothing had happened on this beautiful purple planet.

But in fact, it was a little different.

The fourth elder who had talked to Wenjun before, the young and beautiful woman, was sitting in a conference room.

There were three other people sitting at the round table.

"She left?" asked a very handsome young man.

"She left, and left impatiently." The young woman nodded.

"Can it work?" A skinny old man with an old face and wrinkles looked at the young woman and asked.

"Is it okay? We have to try it, and this time the Protoss is making a comeback, and I always feel that things will not be that simple. Let her go, let her participate, and when she encounters danger, I don't believe her ancestors can still watch!" said the young woman.

"That's true. As long as she shows up, our work will be easier." said the skinny old man.

"Those people are too cunning. Who would have thought that Liuguangyue and Hanbingxue would hide in the virtual world for so many years?" An old woman sighed and couldn't help cursing, "A few foxy girls, they were so cunning back then, and they are even more cunning now! Bitch!"

"Okay, let's stop talking about these gossips. Let's pack up and leave." said the skinny old man.

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...

Wenjun was a little nervous.

But more of it was an unprecedented sense of relief.

So she was also very excited.

Would that stinky brother be surprised to see me suddenly?

Wenjun, who was alone in the spaceship without a mask, had a slightly upward corner of his mouth on his stunning face.

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The next day, the human race suffered another great defeat!

Ouyang Xingqi brought the three gourd babies and won the battle on the second day with difficulty, but the three gourd babies were seriously injured.

Last year, another strong high school team, the God Team, also participated in the second day's competition.

Although they won, it was a bitter victory. Almost every participant was seriously injured.

It was not just humans who were tough and strong.

The contestants on the Gods side were all ready to sacrifice.

Therefore, on the second day's battlefield, no one gave up!

No matter life or death, never give up!

Of the eighteen teams participating on the second day, four human teams won, and fourteen teams... fifty-six people died.

Two days later, there were a total of thirty-six teams on the human side, only nine of which advanced, leaving twenty-seven teams and one hundred and eight young lives, forever staying in their respective battle zones.

However, the Gods only lost thirty-six people, twenty-seven teams, and one hundred and eight people entered the next round!

According to the news from Canghai and Shengsheng, it is not optimistic.

Many people have already thought of a very serious problem-if it is like this now, then how will the human race face the future melee?

Even if the human race has young geniuses as strong as Bai Muye and Lin Zijin, how many nails can they hammer even if they are made of iron?

A feeling of frustration spread quickly, and the huge shadow fell on every human being.

No wonder the Protoss dared to use this method to start this war. It turns out that they are really as powerful as the legend says!

"The Protoss is too cunning. They have few people. If they use human wave tactics against us, they will definitely not be able to fight! With a consumption of 10,000 to 1, we humans can wear them out! But they used this elite-to-elite method to fight this war. We humans... are at a great disadvantage!"

But no matter what, the facts and results cannot be changed.

And people couldn't blame the high-ranking officials of the empire for choosing this way to start the war, because if the Protoss invaded in large numbers, the casualties of the human race... would be even greater.

On the third day, the battle continued.

The fourth team from Feida, that is, the team led by Yu Xiuxiu, easily defeated the opponent!

Although it did not have the crushing attitude of the previous Fu Long team, Yu Xiuxiu's team killed the four Protoss on the opposite side neatly despite being injured.

This brought a ray of light to the haze in the hearts of countless people.

At the critical moment, someone was still trying to turn the tide!

And the results of the third day were better than the previous two days.

Seven of the eighteen human teams won!

Three days later, a total of sixteen human teams entered the next round.

Five days later, the first round of battles was over.

On the human side, a total of thirty-five teams entered the next round of battle.

Ninety-three teams, two hundred and ninety-two young human geniuses, died heroically.

In the next 128-to-64 match, the situation on the human side is already precarious.

Even the most optimistic people can only sigh in the face of this situation.

At this time, the first round results of the two major empires of Shenghuo and Canghai have also come out.

Among them, 38 teams from the Shenghuo Empire entered the next round; 33 teams from the Canghai Empire entered the next round.

So in general, the results of the three empires in the human camp are not much different.

The Protoss side almost swept into the next round of battle with a crushing overall score.

In the next round, there will be a lot of "internal fighting" on the Protoss side.

As long as they are not mentally ill, this kind of fight among their own people will definitely become a friendly exchange.

Then wait for the final melee.

In Bai Muye's manor, a large group of people gathered here.

Fu Long Team, Lenghan Palace Team, Ouyang Xingqi and the six gourd babies, Yu Xiuxiu and a group of Sanxiandao traitors.

No one showed too depressed expressions on their faces.

Because no matter what, they have passed the first level!

The next battle may be more cruel and more difficult, but everyone has made psychological preparations.

After this test, everyone is growing rapidly.

"There will be a period of rest and recuperation next. I hope that during this period, everyone will continue to improve their strength," Bai Muye looked at everyone, "The current situation is very serious for us. At this time, don't care too much about the basics. Only if you can survive, you are qualified to talk about the basics."

Everyone nodded.

At this time, Emperor Li Ying sent another batch of spirit beads and statues from the palace.

These are all strategic materials accumulated by the empire for countless years.

At this time, no one would feel sorry to take them out.

For the empire, even if all the reserves are emptied, as long as they can get through this difficult time, it is worth it!

Because everyone knows that those who can survive after the test of war must be the most powerful young elites in the entire empire.

A group of people began to retreat again.

Even Bai Muye almost completely cut off contact with the outside world.

He was also preparing.

Not preparing for the next battle, but preparing for a melee!

According to the current situation, it is really hard to say how many teams will be left in the end.

It is very likely that in the end, there will be only a few teams left in the human race... because no one admits defeat!

At least in the first round, no one admits defeat!

In this way, there are more and more Protoss teams and fewer and fewer human teams. As one grows stronger and the other weaker, the final melee may face a situation where one person faces a group of Protoss.

Bai Muye was determined in his heart. Not only did he want to take Fu Long to win the final championship, but he also wanted to kill all the Protoss opponents in the melee!

Don’t you want to take the elite battle route?

Then I will kill all your elites!

Several people in Fu Long’s team understood this ambition.

Time quickly came to the middle of April in the first year of Yingwu.

April 15th, the first year of Yingwu.

The second round of battle officially started.

This time, Fu Long's team didn't get to play in the first batch. There were a total of 64 games, and Fu Long drew the third day's lot.

But the other three teams of Feida were all ranked on the first day!

Before the battle began, Bai Muye first found Li Peiqi.

After the crazy improvement during this period of time, almost all of Lenghan Palace, except for the talisman master, rushed into the peak master realm.

But their opponents are basically likely to be grandmasters!

Even if it is a junior grandmaster, the terrifying field and terrible magical powers are not something that the grandmaster can resist.

"Peqi, listen to my advice. If you can't beat it, it's not shameful to admit defeat!" Bai Muye looked at Li Peiqi seriously and said.

"Yes, Peggy, don't forget, there is still the final brawl!" Lin Zijin said on the side.

"Save your life, your life is more valuable than anything else." Lao Liu was also here, facing this beautiful girl who had used him, and he was full of emotion.

Caiyi even smiled with red eyes: "Hey, Peggy, you all have to come back alive, then... I allow you to pursue my Lao Liu, but you have to call me sister!"

Li Peiqi laughed: "Come on, Xiaobai is there, who likes your Lao Liu!"

Caiyi rolled her eyes: "I like it!"

Lin Zijin smiled: "Come on, come on, call me sister!"

The other members of the Lenghan Palace team also laughed.

Li Peiqi said: "You don't have to worry about us so much. After the last battle, we also got some of their spoils. The armor of the gods is really good. Don't worry, we will come back alive!"

Afterwards, Bai Muye and his group went to see Yu Xiuxiu, Xiao Yueyue and their group.

"Grandmaster?" Bai Muye looked at the people other than Yu Xiuxiu.

Several people nodded gently.

After so many spirit beads were madly upgraded, everyone's realm was madly soaring.

The group of people from Sanxian Island are the top geniuses in the world.

Bai Muye looked at Yu Xiuxiu: "Have you mastered the talismans I gave you?"

Yu Xiuxiu looked at him: "Don't worry, we have mastered them all. Also, if we really find that we are not opponents, we will surrender and admit defeat. Hehe, we are not that easy to die, don't worry too much!"

Yu Xiuxiu said, walked forward, gently hugged Bai Muye, and then whispered softly: "I haven't seen enough of you, how can you die?"

"Live!" Bai Muye said in a deep voice.

Finally, Bai Muye and others went to see Ouyang Xingqi's group again.

In the last game, three Calabash Brothers were seriously injured and have not been able to fully recover until now.

So this game is Ouyang Xingqi and the other three.

Shan Gu has been here for a long time.

This guy who has always been talkative, but today is unusually quiet. He just sits next to Ouyang Xingqi on a chair in the rest area, and Ouyang Xingqi rests her head on his shoulder.

Basically, Ouyang Xingqi is talking and Shan Gu is listening.

"After the war is completely over, how about I take you to meet my family?"

"Meet my parents so soon?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Hehe, I am willing, of course I am willing. At that time, I will drive a big starship..."

"And bring a beautiful girl back with me?"

"Ahem..."

Seeing Bai Muye and his group coming over, Ouyang Xingqi and Shan Gu stopped being so affectionate.

Bai Muye looked at her and said, "Ouyang, those talismans..."

Ouyang Xingqi nodded: "Don't worry, we'll catch them by surprise! I'll kill those little God Clan scum one by one! The champion of the Holy Empire is not so cowardly."

Bai Muye smiled and nodded: "That's good!"

At this time, the reminder sound of the game was about to start.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Seeing these people stepping into the battlefield, Lin Zijin's eyes suddenly turned red. She turned her head and leaned on Bai Muye's arms, wrinkling her nose: "Xiu Xiu sprayed perfume? I don't like this smell!"

Bai Muye: "..."

"Brother?"

"Yeah."

"Can they all come back safely?"

"I'm sure they can!"

In the first year of Yingwu, on April 15th, the second round of the war match with the God Clan officially began.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

In this tense expectation, finally, Li Peiqi's Lenghan Palace team returned.

But there were only three people.

Swordsman Lan Lingling, forever stayed on that battlefield.

Although they won the final victory and advanced to the top 64, the three people who returned did not have a smile on their faces.

Qin Guang, the big shield warrior holding Lan Lingling's body, burst into tears.

Li Peiqi and the talisman master Yu Shuyu supported each other and cried until they lost their voices.

The empire's logistics support personnel had already come here and started to make various arrangements.

Even though this group of logistics support personnel have been accustomed to this kind of thing, they still feel distressed every time they see it.

People with weak psychological quality cannot do this.

Two and a half hours later.

Two of the four people in Ouyang Xingqi's team returned.

They were Ouyang Xingqi and Pang Yunfei.

Xiao Qinghe and Liu Xihua, the two gourd brothers, died in the battle.

Pang Yunfei carried Xiao Qinghe on his back and Liu Xihua in his arms, with tears on his face.

Ouyang Xingqi was numb, with blood all over her body.

Some of it was from the enemy, and some was from her own.

After coming out, she saw Shan Gu who had been waiting there. Ouyang Xingqi pulled the corner of her mouth towards him, as if she wanted to give him a comforting smile and tell Shan Gu that she was fine.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, tears flowed down.

Shan Gu rushed forward, hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, it's okay... You cry, just cry it out!"

But Ouyang Xingqi always leaned on Shan Gu's arms and cried silently.

The cruelty of war is something people can't imagine at all.

No matter how passionate a young person is, he won't understand it before he really experiences it.

People say that veterans who have been on the battlefield are cold-blooded and calm.

Calmness is true, cold-bloodedness is nonsense, but they have long been accustomed to when they should let their blood cool down.

Otherwise, they will really die.

Two of the three teams have come out.

The remaining team of Yu Xiuxiu and her team is very difficult to fight.

Because they met a strong opponent.

In the live broadcast room.

Dong Li said in a very low voice: "This group of young geniuses have met a real opponent. Each of these four powerful gods has the combat power of a junior grandmaster, and their magical powers are completely different from the fighting methods we are familiar with. I hope our girls can hold on!"

On the battlefield.

Yu Xiuxiu's talismans flew up and down. If it weren't for her talismans, I'm afraid they would have lost.

Fortunately, Bai Muye had foresight and distributed a large number of talismans he had drawn to everyone before the battle began.

This battle lasted a total of six hours!

They said they would admit defeat, but who would easily admit defeat when they could see the hope of winning?

Why keep the opponent if you can kill him?

Yu Xiuxiu, Xiao Yueyue, Luo Xiaoxiao, Tian Wenwen... Today, the four girls are on the field!

Six hours later, the four wounded girls hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Because they finally won.

This hard-won victory almost exhausted all their potential.

If they hadn't watched over each other, if they hadn't had the belief in survival in their minds, they would never have been able to defeat such a powerful opponent.

Luo Xiaoxiao's face was burned by the opponent's fire spell, and it was burnt all over. It looked miserable and ugly. Tears flowed through the wound, causing strong stinging.

But she didn't notice it at all.

"Collect the spoils!" Yu Xiuxiu shouted!

Looking at the four girls who survived the battlefield by chance, watching them dragging their extremely tired bodies to collect the spoils in a seemingly easy manner, everyone was silent.

Although they were watching the game here, everyone would pay attention to the results of other games as soon as possible.

And any commentator in the live broadcast room would report it in time.

On one side, there was the bloody and cruel competition area where the young human geniuses fought, and on the other side, there was the relaxed and freehand "civil war" of the Protoss.

Eight hours later, the first round of the 128 to 64 battles was over.

On the first day, of the twelve human teams that participated in the battle, five advanced to the top sixty-four!

Seven teams, twenty-eight national treasure-level talents.

Sacrifice.

On the second day, of the twelve human teams, only three advanced.

And these three teams all suffered casualties.

The worst team only had one person left alive.

On the third day, eleven human teams participated.

Among them, the Fu Long team received much more attention than the previous game.

According to statistics, when there were still two hours before the battle began, the number of people in the live broadcast room had exceeded 500 billion!

This catastrophe belongs to mankind. Can this group of young people turn the tide?

Before the game, for the first time, a reporter obtained permission to interview the Fu Long team.

"Xiaobai, can you tell me what you feel at the moment?"

Facing the camera, Bai Muye looked calm: "Don't lose confidence, I'm still here."