Five hundred and ninetieth chapters overturn the chessboard
Marching all the way back to the Holy City, the soldiers' families came to greet them all the way. Naturally, everyone was crying all the way...
There were really too many soldiers who died, equivalent to three out of four. In many kingdoms, all the armies were wiped out, and no one came back.
This kind of loss is so frightening that people dare not experience it again.
Looking at the numb eyes of the soldiers and the desolation, resentment, or despair of their families, Sun Ran knew that, at least within a generation, if the nightmare beast attacked again, he would not be able to organize a decent army to resist it.
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"Give me back my son!"
"Give me back my husband!"
From time to time, someone shouted at the army, their voices filled with anger and desolation. Even Sun Ran's heartstrings could not help but tremble slightly when he heard such bloody questions.
If we were a mortal in this world, facing this kind of condemnation, we would have to commit suicide to apologize.
No wonder the spiritual master’s predictions about the future are so gloomy, which indeed makes him helpless and powerless.
After returning to the Holy City, the army was basically dispersed and returned to their respective kingdoms, leaving only about thirty level nine psychic masters still with Sun Ran.
A total of more than 400 ninth-level psychics went there, of which more than 200 came from the Holy City, accounting for half. In the end, more than 100 survived. More than 70 psychics were from other kingdoms and had already gone back separately.
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More than 170 of the more than 200 people died, a shocking loss.
The spiritual master came to greet him in person. When he saw that Sun Ran was still alive, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. But when he saw the few spiritual masters left, his face dimmed for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He just sighed.
Take a breath.
He had expected this result. But when it actually arrived, he couldn't help but be frightened.
The Nightmare Beast is so scary!
The entire Holy City team that came to greet him was also silent. These ninth-level spiritual masters had their own wives, children, and disciples. Each of them had a very high reputation. But now they are dead like ordinary soldiers.
So much is really unacceptable.
I don't know who sang the plaintive elegy, and the sound quickly spread. As a result, a victorious army that strategically defeated the Nightmare Beast's intentions was welcomed back to the Holy City in a sad atmosphere.
All the way back to Miragia Tower, when Manxiu, Sun Ran and the spiritual mentor were alone, the old man said with a serious face: "Master God Envoy, I have read your battle report. According to historical records, the great demon can
Drawing strength from war and death, we defeated it this time, but it has regained its strength. According to conservative estimates, it will only take ten years to return to its original state, or even become stronger."
"Ten years?" Sun Ran pondered for a moment and asked: "You mean, the current Great Demon God is the weakest. Every moment, he will become stronger. Is that right?"
"Yeah. And we can't stop him. No mortal can go deep into the wasteland to face the great demon, let alone a rot spirit master."
This is what really makes people despair. They clearly know that the Great Demon God will continue to become stronger, but they have no means to stop it.
In short, the battle with the Great Demon God is a battle without victory from beginning to end. Like this time, a fight in which both sides suffer is already the best result.
"It seems like this. If you want to break this deadlock, you must have a powerful spiritual master who can use his power to overturn the chessboard set by the great devil." Manxiu said.
Now these battle rules are all set by the Nightmare Beast, and this entire void space has also evolved from it. This world is his chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces.
Once interstellar mercenaries such as Sun Ran and Manxiu enter, they are just chess pieces, just more powerful chess pieces.
It is absolutely impossible for the chess pieces to defeat the nightmare beast playing chess on the chessboard. At most, it just makes the nightmare beast more interesting when playing chess.
Obviously, the only way is to let a chess piece jump out of the chess game, overturn the table, and forcefully break the void space. I won't play with you anymore.
"No one can break this world, this is God's domain!" The old man shook his head without thinking.
Manxiu had her own idea: "No, we have power, we have a sun, we must find a way to integrate its power!"
She had proposed this idea before, but it was rejected by her spiritual mentor, so she gave up temporarily, but now, this seems to be the only solution and the last straw.
"Manxiu, you are crazy. There was a divine envoy in the Middle Ages who had the same idea as you. He tried every means and finally tried it, but in the end, his body was ignited by the sun and turned into ashes. If you guys
If you don’t believe it, go and read the fifty-sixth volume of the medieval epic poem “Azcot Who Steals Fire”, it is about this divine messenger.” The spiritual master completely rejected Manxiu’s idea.
This old man is burdened with a heavy history. From ancient times to the present, all he has seen are lessons of failure, so his heart is gloomy and he has no hope for the future.
"Even if you are not mortals but are envoys of gods, you are not gods, let alone the sun god, so it is impossible to control the sun. There is no sun god in this world!" the spiritual mentor emphasized repeatedly.
Manxiu couldn't refute and looked at Sun Ran who had been silent: "Leopard, what do you think?"
Sun Ran smiled: "There is no sun god in the world, only mortals who try to become the sun god. If Azkot succeeds in stealing the divine fire, then the epic will be rewritten, and perhaps it will become "The Glory of Sun God Azkot"
"The Road".
Manxiu, how could Sun Ran not see the problem that the spiritual master saw? He had long seen through the tricks of the great devil, and had been thinking about ways to break the situation. From the time he left the Holy City and rushed to the battlefield, he knew about fusion.
The power of the sun is the only way to break the situation.
So most of the time, Sun Ran was thinking about how to integrate the power of the sun. By now, he had some ideas.
Seeing the smile on his face, the spiritual mentor frowned: "Master God Envoy, don't do stupid things!"
Manxiu smiled: "So, you have a solution?"
"I have some ideas." Sun Ran nodded. He touched the air with his hand, and strange-shaped but extremely precise structures appeared in the air.
Manxiu looked over one by one, and she could understand most of the details. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became, and she murmured: "What is this... Oh, a solar furnace, used to contain the power of the sun, right?"
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"right."
"This is... the Amos cycle, the inspiration you got from Rui Wu's crystal method of transforming source power. Right?"
"right."
"Hmm... I think your structure is not good. There seems to be room for improvement."
"Haha, this structure is just my preliminary expectation."
The spiritual master on the side looked at the strange lights and shadows in the air, and at the two divine envoys who were discussing passionately. However, he could not understand anything and could only stare from the side.
After listening for a while, he said: "So are you really ready to fuse the sun? Even if you break the bones into pieces?"
"Do you have any other ideas?" Manxiu asked.
The spiritual mentor shook his head, and then sighed: "In that case, I might be able to help."
While talking, he walked to the corner of the room and knocked on the wall a few times. The wall turned into light and shadow and disappeared, and a secret room appeared behind it.
In the secret room, there are also a large number of strange-shaped instruments.
"What is this?" Sun Ran asked.
"The objects used by Azcote, as well as his notes, are all here. Although he failed and was considered extremely arrogant by the world, it is undeniable that his wisdom is unparalleled. The Holy City retains his relics
. Constant research has led to the grand situation where we now have hundreds of ninth-level spiritual masters. Since you have prepared his path, let's take a look at the wisdom of this pioneer." The spiritual master said.
Sun Ran stepped forward and opened a notebook. After just a few glances, his eyes lit up. He turned around and said to Manxiu happily: "This is the holy scripture for becoming the Sun God!"
Manxiu walked up to take a look and nodded happily: "It seems that we are going to become fire thieves this time."
For the next time, the two of them were completely immersed in it, eagerly discussing how to steal fire.
The spiritual mentor watched from the side, although he couldn't quite understand. But he clearly felt the vitality and hope from these two divine messengers, and his heart became brighter for no reason.
After watching for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Do I know if it can succeed?"
"It's just a matter of time. Maybe with a flash of inspiration, we can succeed tomorrow. If we don't get the idea, it may take decades. May the glorious God bless us." Sun Ran answered, and then turned to discuss fusion with Manxiu.
The various technical details of the power of the sun left this spiritual master aside.
After that, the two of them really forgot about food and sleep. They stayed in a small secret room at the top of the Miragia Tower and ignored what was going on outside the window.
The spiritual master would not want someone to disturb them, so he simply resealed the secret room and announced to the public that the envoy was practicing spiritual training in seclusion and working hard to increase his strength to fight against the great devil.
At first, the spiritual master would open the secret room every other day to take a look inside. Gradually, it became once a month, then once every three months, and then once every six months.
Every time you open it, you can see an extremely precise ball in the secret room. Sometimes, the ball is growing, and sometimes, the ball is pushed down and started again. However, the two participants are always focused on each other, except for each other.
Apart from personal discussions, I never communicate with a third person.
Eight years have passed like this, and the spiritual master has become even older. He has not opened the secret room for more than a year.
On this day, when he was about to take a look inside, he suddenly felt dizzy, then he felt light-headed and fell heavily to the ground.
Before he even had time to explain his funeral arrangements, his soul entered reincarnation.
The spiritual mentor passed away suddenly, and the whole city was sad. However, the Holy City had a perfect candidate uniform. When the spiritual mentor passed away, the ninth-level spiritual master with the oldest qualifications and the most reputation immediately came to replace him and became the new mentor of the Holy City.
This mentor was only in his fifties and could be said to be in the prime of life. After he took office and moved into the highest room of the Miragia Tower, he had always had a question in his mind: "Five years ago, that was a flash in the pan, and then he announced that he was in retreat.
Where did the two divine envoys of cultivation go?"
However, he soon had no time to think about it, because another report came from the border. The Nightmare Guards in the wasteland were active and seemed to be preparing to attack again.
This news made the new mentor feel very anxious. (To be continued...)
