"Stop cutting it, stop cutting it, stop cutting it all! Let me do it!"
"All the gods are going to die!"
"They've come all the way, don't entertain them like this! Can you make way for me?"
"Gods, hold on, you are fucking gods! Why are you easier to kill than the pigs in the pigsty!"
"God, follow my command and break out on the left wing! I'll wait for you on the left wing!"
Seeing the lower gods falling down one by one like harvesting crops, the soldiers behind them all became red-eyed.
A soldier shouted to his comrades in front with a cry: "Brother, give me a god, and I'll treat you to meals for a month!"
"No, a year's worth of food!" A soldier held the neck of a second-level ocean god with blood on his face, pointed a knife at the god, and threatened another soldier: "Otherwise, I will chop him to death right now!"
It's like holding a hostage...
The god struggled wildly, and kept hitting the warrior with his fist and trident, but all he got in return was the dull sound of a medium-sized artifact.
"I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet." The soldier holding the neck simply cut off the hands and feet of the god of the sea, and then comforted him: "Be careful, calm down and stop moving."
This second-level ocean god shed tears silently.
How the hell can I still move?
"Brother, don't chop him to death! One year, just one year! Meal and massage!" The soldier cried and begged the gods for mercy.
That concerned look was almost the same as for his own father.
god:"???"
The god whose neck was pinched looked confused. He couldn't understand why this human being cared about him so much...
If I remember correctly.
He came to invade, and these humans in front of him came to stop him...
Why are you negotiating all kinds of things just to keep yourself alive?
The warrior holding the god's neck nodded: "It's agreed, one year, meals and massages."
Then the god was handed over to the warrior whose sword was not stained with blood.
The warrior carefully took the god and looked at the opponent's severed shoulders and knees with distress.
Immediately, the soldier shook the almost unconscious god with concern: "Are you still alive?"
A look of concern.
The second-level Ocean God, who was about to fall into coma, reluctantly opened his eyes, saw the caring and gentle eyes of the soldier, and said weakly and gratefully: "I am still alive... thank you..."
Although I don’t know what is going on.
But obviously, without this human being, he would be dead.
It was this human being who saved him!
Seeing how he cares about himself so much, could it be... that this is human kindness? This seemingly fierce human warrior is actually so kind?
"Great, you're still alive!" The soldier laughed excitedly when he saw that the god was still alive.
The god said gratefully: "Thank you..."
"It's okay, you're welcome, you're welcome. As long as you're alive." The soldier smiled happily and looked at the second-level ocean god with a treasured look on his face. "If you die, it won't count as a military achievement."
God: "???"
What military exploits?
What are you talking about? Can you explain why my death does not count as military merit?
Can you explain it to me? What does this mean?
An uneasy feeling appeared in the god's heart.
Under the stunned gaze of the god, the warrior happily raised his sword and chopped it down!
"Whoosh!"
The god's eyes widened and his head rolled down.
There is only confusion in my mind.
Are you humans really sick?
Just now, he was concerned about whether I was dead or not! He shook me awake and even cheered excitedly when he found out that I was alive.
Then just draw the sword and behead him?
Then why are you saving me?
I was already dead, but you shook me awake again, and then chopped off my head!
Why did you go to such trouble to wake me up? Just to see if I was dead!
It's better to just let me die in peace! Please be a human being!
For a moment, some of the soldiers in the front row seemed to have discovered a new world.
A warrior who had hacked two gods to death was carrying a god whose arms had been cut off, and shouted to the warriors behind who couldn't squeeze in: "Who will treat me to dinner for three years!"
"Brother, give it to me! From now on, you are my biological brother. I ask you to take care of your feet for ten years!"
"Squad leader, give me this god! From now on, I will be your dog! You can lick it as much as you want! I'll wipe my asshole clean for you!"
"Grandpa! Your grandson is here! Treat him to meals and take care of himself for five years! I'll cover all the cigarettes and alcohol during the holidays!"
"Dear uncle, my son will change his name to yours tomorrow and call you eldest father. When he dies, he will go to your ancestral grave and write your family tree! In one sentence, the gods will give it to me, and my son will be given to you!"
For a time, countless soldiers made crazy offers!
What was originally a life and death fight suddenly turned into an auction house.
And the gods who originally invaded suddenly became commodities that the warriors competed for quotations... Just kidding, killing gods with your own hands is a first-class achievement!
"Brother, hurry up, this god is about to bleed to death! If he dies, I can return it!"
"It's up to you! Your son's surname will be Wang from now on! Treat me to a meal for three years!" The soldier laughed and threw the god directly over: "Don't worry, I guarantee that the fresh and hot one is still alive! Look, he's still moving!"
It's like the final word of an auction.
Warrior Lao Wang was actually a little distressed.
In fact, if there is a delay, the price will be higher. The main reason is that the god who has his hands and feet cut off cannot hold on for that long... Alas, this god is really disappointing, doesn't he just have to wait a few minutes with his hands and feet cut off?
Countless warriors in the front row held up gods with their hands and feet cut off and said happily to the warriors behind: "Quote!"
"Start with five years of rice!"
"I want you to have your feet pressed for the rest of your life. The technician will come three at a time! Brother! Let me kill one! I haven't killed him yet!"
"Brother, give it to me. I finally came here to confront the gods, but in the end I didn't kill any of them. Didn't these gods come here in vain?"
"My dad knew I was elected, so he beat the gongs and fired whips, and everyone spread the news in the village. If I didn't kill anyone, my dad would have to slap me with a big mouth when I got back!"
Seeing this scene, those gods who were still struggling to hold on and had not been chopped down in the back row all looked desperate, but they were also gnashing their teeth with anger!
"We are gods!"
"These despicable humans... actually treat us as commodities!"
"Stop being so pushy, find a way to rush out!" A third-level ocean god gnashed his teeth and cursed, "If you continue to hold on, you will be surrounded and killed here!"
At this time, the mentality of the few low-level ocean gods left was almost broken.
These humans are like animals!
Although his strength is not as good as that of a god, he can't hold up a medium-level divine weapon!
Gods talk about magical arts, divine power, and water fighting skills, but these humans are completely unreasonable! They have nothing to fear with a medium-sized artifact!
They watched as each of their compatriots was chopped to the ground, then picked up as commodities and auctioned off.
As aloof gods, when have they ever fought such a frustrating battle?
Conquering any plane does not mean killing wantonly. Under their power, those lower beings did not dare to raise their heads. They knelt down in front of the glorious figure and sang their names devoutly.
As a result, in this plane, it turned out to be a commodity...
