After struggling for so long, he finally eradicated the evil cultural soil of mankind.
He decided to go back to the dark world again.
This time, as soon as he entered, twelve archangels came face to face.
They are all the most beautiful and serious ones.
Tyrell also showed up, with a handsome and upright face.
No longer hidden deep in the hood.
"Didn't it say that there are only five archangels in heaven?" Yang Weite asked strangely.
"The other seven are the seven former demons of hell, the four demon kings and the three demon gods who eliminated all evil." Tyrell sighed.
"What, the seven demon kings have all turned into angels? How did they change?" Yang Weite was shocked.
"For example, the God of Fear has been transformed into an angel of joy. It no longer makes people fearful, but makes people happy. It accompanies players in normal competitive games instead of bloody monster spawning and boss killing." Tyrell
explained.
Yang Weite understood.
This reality sealing technique is so powerful.
Only the devil who changes the real world and the game world can truly become an angel.
"Yes, I am now an angel who brings joy to people, instead of a demon who creates fear and corrupts human hearts. Those evil essences have been transformed into light and warmth, tenderness and love..." The big pineapple angel said with a smile.
Yang Weite only felt a little inexplicable horror.
Is this true?
"It's true." The red panda gnawed on the bamboo and said, "The real world determines the game world. This is an unchanging law. No matter how evil the big pineapple is, it is still a game setting. As long as the game setting is changed, the other party will be destroyed.
It’s very simple to become a kind-hearted angel of joy, as long as players accept it, it’ll be fine.”
"Player, that's right. Today's players are all gentle. Who can bear to see the killed Rogge, the corrupted hero and king?" Yang Weit nodded.
"That's it, you're done. Now I'm going to take you to see God." The red panda said mysteriously.
…………
Yang Weite saw Wen Rensheng.
As soon as he saw the other party, he fell to his knees.
Because he felt that the other person was his creator, his heavenly father, and his ruler.
The civilized world was created by Wen Rensheng, and it was only normal for him to feel this way.
After all, Yang Weite is no longer an ordinary person. He has experienced world crossing and understood many mysterious essences.
"Great Father, devout people, listen to your call." He murmured.
"Very well, my student, I will lead you to seal a real demon." Wen Rensheng said with a smile.
…………
Bloody clouds cover the sky.
The gray earth is full of broken walls, broken limbs, broken arms, broken swords and broken armor.
Lancelot walked hard on the battlefield, calling out to the surviving soldiers one after another.
How many times has this happened?
At the beginning, some people carefully recorded and summarized it and distributed it to others for study.
However, with the attacks of demons one after another, fewer and fewer people record these things.
Recorders who could write and draw died too quickly on the battlefield.
Over time, these personnel no longer went to the battlefield, but only collected information from soldiers and generals after the war.
As a result, there is too much false news, and people increasingly distrust their records.
Therefore, the records have become less and less, and only a few powerful troops still maintain this tradition.
After three hours of busy work, Lancelot gathered more than two hundred people.
They were all beaten unconscious or frightened into unconsciousness.
Of course, the injuries were serious and more people were unconscious, but it was the greatest gift that he did not wake those people up and let them die in a coma.
"Warriors, we have defeated the devil again. The king will reward you. You will become knights and receive fiefs."
He cheered to the crowd.
But no one raised their hands.
"I just want to know where to eat my next meal?" an old soldier joked.
To become a knight, you have to go to the battlefield and die in battle. Then the king will take back most of it and leave a small amount to the knight's heirs.
Then the heir will go to the battlefield, and after he dies in battle, the king will take it back.
If you write it together, you will lose your life with nothing...
Everyone didn't understand it at first, but later they understood that no amount of rewards would be of any use.
Because as soon as you come to the battlefield, you are basically sure whether you will die this time or in the tenth wave after this time.
Even if you give a reward to your family, it won't work. If you accept the reward, your family will follow you to the battlefield, and women and the elderly are no exception.
No one knows how the magic tide happened.
I just know that their compositions are varied.
There is the most rubbish, slow-moving ghoul that an adult can beat to death with a stick.
There are goblins who are very agile and may seem weak, but can easily kill ordinary people.
There are also extremely evil and powerful iron-skinned monsters, and only the strongest knights can defeat them with fighting spirit.
"Gods, please wake up from your slumber and give us strength." Lancelot led the soldiers to the logistics base and received the next meal.
Then everyone was forced to follow him in this useless prayer before eating.
There is meat in the rice, and a lot of the meat is still fresh.
It seems to have been freshly harvested from the battlefield.
Monsters, enemies, or even our own people?
I heard that if you eat it, you will be cursed and become a madman after more than ten years.
But forget it, my stomach is tight now, and I will die in the next battle. Who cares about going crazy in the future.
Therefore, the food problem that troubled the kings was solved on the spot.
Originally, to support an army of 10,000 people, 30,000 civilians were required to transport food on the roads.
But now only 800 cooks are enough.
Defeat the Demonic Tide, and the Demonic Tide will be food; if you lose, there will be no need for food.
If it hadn't been for this advantage, and if the enemies were all a bunch of inedible mud monsters and skeletons, then things would have been serious, and the human kingdom would have been unable to hold on long ago.
When Wen Rensheng brought Yang Weite to this world and saw what those people were eating, Yang Weite did not vomit.
Because he had spent time in the wasteland, he knew very well what people could be made into.
If he spits it out, it would be too pretentious and deceiving God.
"I feel a somewhat familiar aura, let me think about it, which principal's remnant should this be and did something good?" The red panda also followed, acting as a bear-headed strategist.
"No need to guess, this principal's name is Collector. He likes to collect monsters and demons from various worlds, and likes to change a world into a place where demons are born." Wen Rensheng glanced at it.
With the mysterious seed now increasing eight hundred thousand times, he could see through the ins and outs of the demonic tide at a glance.
"Oh, it's that pervert. Things are a bit troublesome now, because you never know what collection it will bring out to play Landlords with you at the next moment." The red panda said with a headache.
