Moral values are not so important? Diana was stunned for a moment, came closer, hugged the president's waist, and asked in an office tone while eating tofu:
"Why?"
Moral value is an important function of restraint and an anchor for maintaining order and stability.
The president sighed, "The mechanism of moral value is to announce the location of the target to the whole city and even the world, and to give huge hunting rewards. What if the wanted target is a demigod."
Diana said: "The incident of the Wind and Thunder Gods will happen again."
"No, you are wrong." Mr. President grabbed a glass of red wine from the void and shook it gently, "The twin gods of wind and thunder were an accident, an accident that the lawful demigods were caught off guard. Whether it was the lawful camp or the evil camp, at that time
I don’t have any intention of fighting to the death, I just want to hunt the two gods of wind and thunder and get a huge reward.
"But things are different now. If there is a demigod from an evil profession who is wanted in the spiritual realm at this moment, do you think the demigod from the evil camp will choose to protect or hunt?"
Diana thought for a while and said:
"In the past, demigods from the evil camp would choose to hunt, but now... I think it is the latter."
Mr. President sighed:
"So the moral value is useless. The demigods of the two camps will directly start a decisive battle in the real world. The whole world will be destroyed as a result. Who cares about the moral value.
"The current peace is that both sides are waiting for the opportunity and gathering momentum, so they maintain a delicate balance."
In fact, it was the same in the past. The two previous camps were waiting for the lunar moon and the stars to return to their positions. It was not the time to turn the table over, so they were restricted by moral values.
Diana thought for a few seconds and said puzzledly:
"In this case, why does the Lord of the Moon from Rose of Darkness persist in conquering the merit list?"
Mr. President sneered:
"The secret merit values create chaos in the real world, it's just incidental. What Ling Tuo really wants is the merit list, which is a cause and effect prop controlled by the Lord of the Sun. After obtaining it, Ling Tuo can compete with those who have the bright compass fragment.
The masters of the Taiyi Sect compete for the throne of the sun."
Diana stared at him and said curiously:
"Lingtuo wants to occupy the moral value, and the master of Taiyi Sect has the fragments of the Compass of Light, so what does the Lord of the Sun we support have?"
Mr. President shook his red wine glass and looked at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, silent.
…
Marshal's study.
Fu Qingxuan was sitting on a soft chair, her long legs in boots resting on the edge of the desk. Her eyes were looking into space, her pupils unfocused.
She is looking at the gang interface.
"Having passed six B-levels and two A-levels, Fu Qingyang has made rapid progress." Fu Qingxuan was a little surprised with chocolate beans in her mouth.
It seems that the dungeons of Shushan Nanyuan and the King of Subjugation have allowed him to accumulate a certain amount of knowledge. Coupled with the sword master's cloak that she covets, the A-level dungeon is certainly dangerous for Fu Qingyang now, but it is not
Unable to conquer.
"His current experience value is around 50%. If he wants to be promoted to level 9 in half a month, he can only enter the S-level dungeon." Fu Qingxuan swiped the name of the dungeon, and the interface was fixed on the S-level dungeon: [Fight Alone]
This is the last dungeon that Fu Qingyang arranged for himself before entering the dungeon.
Mr. Qian is not arrogant, but carefully calculated.
First of all, "Fighting Alone" is a large-scale war-type dungeon. The formation of troops is what Yanshi is best at. It has enough time to confront, mediate, and formulate plans.
Unlike level-breaking dungeons like Shushan Nanyuan, the difficulty is compressed into two or three levels.
Secondly, after obtaining the Immortal-killing Flying Knife (consumables), the Seven-Star Lamp Array (consumables) and the Golden Dragon Sword, Fu Qingyang, who has a sword master's cloak, is fully capable of fighting the early stage of level nine.
Compared with the extremely difficult King of Subjugation, the number of S-level dungeons can be increased by at most the initial level nine, and there is no possibility of a mid-level nine boss.
Therefore, if Fu Qingyang makes good use of strategies to divide the enemies in the dungeon and defeat the bosses one by one, he will have a chance of clearing the S-level dungeon.
However, Fu Qingxuan was not at all happy about her younger brother who was becoming more and more promising. She chewed chocolate beans and muttered:
"If you advance to level nine, you can only serve as cannon fodder. Once you participate in the decisive battle, the death rate will soar. It's better to be an outsider and wait for the result. At least you have a greater chance of survival."
She sighed in her heart, but her younger brother who wanted to be strong all his life would never back down.
There are only two endings in his life, either to be a victor with unlimited glory, or to be shrouded in horse leather with great vigor.
At this time, a spiritual prompt sounded in her ears:
[Wanjiange applies to enter the study room!]
Wanjiange is the spiritual ID of the great elder of the White Tiger Army. Among the ten elders, he was the only one who had a good impression of Yuanshi Tianzun.
Fu Qingxuanying frowned energetically, quickly grabbed the bucket of milk tea, took a few sips, rinsed the chocolate in her mouth, and then waved her little hand.
The snacks, desserts, milk tea and novels and comics on the table flew to the bookshelf one after another.
The bookshelf accepted these things, and then turned around with a "click", and those idle books became high-level reading materials such as humanities, science, physics, politics, and art of war.
Fu Qingxuan sat upright and approved the application of Elder Wanjiange.
The next second, the elder of Jiange, with hair as white as snow and a gentle temperament as well as a handsome and serious demeanor, appeared in the boundless white study.
Fu Qingxuan asked skillfully: "What's the matter?"
She spends most of her time in the study room, entertaining herself with high-calorie sweets. When she gets tired of reading novels and comics, she practices swordsmanship.
When there is a major decision within the government, or a major event occurs in the outside world, the Jiange elders will go into the study to report.
Now that the elder of Jiange is here, it means that something major has happened outside that requires the leader's decision and participation.
The elder of Jiange said in a deep voice:
"The leader of the Taiyi Sect wants to convene the second district's lawful demigod meeting in three days."
…
Crab Market, Xie Garden.
Xie Lingxi returned from a walk in the garden with her mother and went straight to her father Xie Su's study.
In the study room with its hollowed-out carved windows, hanging calligraphy and paintings, blue and white porcelain vases, and burning sandalwood, I saw Xie Su using his pen to write on the rice paper spread out:
"The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building."
"Dad~" Xie Lingxi threw herself into the forest, hugged Xie Su's arm, and said coquettishly:
"Your tigress bullied me again and took away my charming perfume."
Xie Su stared at his handwriting, "Is it a musician's profession, or a lover's profession?"
"The profession of love." Xie Lingxi said.
She just showed off the Charming Perfume to her mother, which was a prop given to her by Brother Yuanshi. Spraying on the Charming Perfume can make people of the opposite sex around her have a strong impression of her.
It is the treasure that all women dream of.
When Mom Xie heard this, she said: Well, it is indeed a good treasure. Let’s take it.
"You are still young and it is best not to touch professional things." Xie Su said calmly.
"What happens if you touch it?"
"You will learn bad things if you touch them."
"Hey, I'm going to ask Brother Yuanshi to learn from him."
"Oh, my ancestor told me a few days ago that you are the most useless person in the entire Xie family. If a girl from the Xie family hooks her finger, what man wouldn't be attracted to her?"
"Hmph, if I were a demigod, if I hooked my finger, Brother Yuanshi would also take the bait." Xie Lingxi wrinkled her nose, skipped the topic wisely, and asked:
"Which dungeon did Sister Palace Master conquer?"
He came to see his father mainly to inquire about the current situation of the palace lord's sister.
His father, Xie Su, is the head of the Xie family and the deputy leader of the Xie family gang. He has the authority to view the details of the dungeon strategy.
"One more A-level dungeon will reach level 8. In the next half month, she can accumulate as much experience points as she can, so that her success rate in accommodating the body of Emperor Wa will be higher." Xie Su said lightly: "
The palace master's copy selection is very safe and there will be no big danger."
The Master of the Killing Palace is not at the early stage of level 7. After experiencing the Shushan Nanyuan and the King of Subjugation dungeons, he has accumulated more and more experience. It is not surprising that he has successfully broken through to level 8 now.
But it is impossible to advance to level nine.
On the one hand, time is limited, and on the other hand, the foundation is insufficient.
Her character is not yet able to exert the true power of the Demon Refining Pot, and can only be used as a resurrection item. In high-difficulty dungeons, resurrection is just one more death.
"Eighth level~" Xie Lingxi was filled with envy. It would be great if she were the master. Brother Yuanshi would definitely rely on her, depend on her, and make her a noble concubine or something.
…
Northwest Gobi!
In the bungalow built with adobe bricks, the King of Fear sat at the table, resting his head on his hands and closing his eyes for a nap.
He immediately appeared in his dream and saw a huge black-robed figure reflected in the sky, looking down at him.
The black-robed figure occupying half of the sky made a grand and ethereal voice:
"Three days later, the leader of the Taiyi Sect will convene the demigods of the lawful camp for a meeting."
The dream is broken.
The King of Fear opened his eyes and whispered to himself: "Is that old guy going to make some moves?"
His expression and look then became serious.
In each of the lawful and free camps, there is a demigod whom they ridicule as a little transparent. One is the Night Emperor of the Eternal Night Church, and the other is the leader of the Taiyi Sect.
The former has been dormant for decades.
The latter was only twenty years ago, when Shura was awakened by a nuclear bomb and went to Beijing to find the official organization. When the government was settling accounts, he teamed up with Vulcan to stop Shura.
After that, he went into seclusion for a long time, and the dragon could not see its head but not its tail.
But the demigods in the evil camp all know that the Lord of the Stars makes moves silently. It’s not that he doesn’t take action, but few people can clearly see the opponent’s chess moves.
Now, the Lord of the Stars has taken action.
"Boom!"
There was a fierce knock on the door, and the King of Fear gathered his thoughts and said: "Come in!"
The person who pushed the door open was the Demon Eye. He was wearing black pajamas and a sports headband on his forehead. His expression was still tired, but his eyes were bright and bright.
The Demon Eye King just came out of an A-level dungeon and was seriously injured. After leaving the spiritual realm, he slept for three days.
His current experience value is 64%, and he is still a long way from level nine.
The King of Fear smiled and said:
"I just received news that the Lord of the Stars will convene a ritual of lawful demigods in three days. Hey, after playing chess for a round, I finally couldn't hold it anymore."
The Demon Eye King looked at him: "Why are you telling me this? Returning to the Military Bishop is just for fun. I have higher ideals and organizations, and I don't look down on you old guys from the northwest."
The King of Fear raised his lips, "What I mean is that you level up too slowly. What can the eighth-level master do? It's just cannon fodder. Your so-called lofty ideals are worthless in our eyes, because the ideals of the weak are not as good as the ideals of the strong.
It’s easy to say it’s overturned.”
"So?" The Demon Eye King was angry.
"So are you interested in entering the S-level dungeon?" King of Fear said:
"You know I used to be a swordsman, but I was influenced by a great being in a difficult multiplayer dungeon, so I changed my profession and became a bewitching demon.
"The influence of the great being on the spiritual realm is limited, and its power can only penetrate into a very few copies. Once a freelancer comes into contact with his power, he will benefit endlessly."
The Demon Eye King was moved in his heart: "What do you want to say?"
"In Bishop Bing's S-level dungeon, the Battle of Zhuolu, there is a residual power of that being. With its recognition, you can become a real bewitching demon." The King of Fear bewitched: "Are you interested in joining?"
The Demon Eye King was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted:
"You want to trick me into entering an S-level dungeon and then die inside."
Before the King of Fear could speak, he grinned:
"But what reason do I have to refuse? To refuse someone who offers to hand over the butcher's knife."