He didn't want to see Liu Zihua.
But now the war is beyond human control, everything is just fate.
The war between all races is changing every moment.
………………
Two days later.
The Baiyu tribe where Wu Wanjie's wife belonged was attacked and killed by the fairy clan's cloud fleet.
Liu Zihua's Lieyang tribe and Wu Wanjie's Xueyang tribe participated in the rescue.
"Report, a large number of divine legions have appeared near the human border!"
"The God Clan Martial Saint Daoqin, the Martial Saint Tianzhu...waiting for the seven Martial Saints to appear, and ten God Clan Martial Lords to appear one light-year away from the human race, the intelligence detection is about to successfully establish a high-dimensional folding station!"
"Report, the old sage Lingwu is leading a million-strong army of the Lingwu Department to urgently assist the human race!"
"Report, Old Saint Lingwu ordered that the Lieyang Tribe and the Bloody Yang Tribe do not need to return to the aid of the human race and continue to attack the Immortal Clan's Cloud Fleet and rescue the White Feather Tribe!"
Within the warship, rapid sounds resounded.
In the cabin, Wu Wanjie's face turned pale.
The human race is in deficit!
If Old Sage Lingwu rushes back, it will be too late!
Liu Zihua and Wu Wanjie, who are further away from the human race, don't need to go back.
In the cabin, Wu Wanjie and Liu Zihua suddenly fell silent.
"What's the current situation of the White Feather Department?"
Wu Wanjie asked with an almost trembling voice.
He and Liu Zihua came here to rescue the Bai Yu tribe.
"One martial master has fallen, three great masters have fallen, and sixth-level grandmasters have fallen..."
On the side, Liu Zihua's adjutant said with a bitter look.
Wu Wanjie looked ugly.
"Now, based on this, how many days will it take to build a high-dimensional folding station in the realm of the Gods?"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
It was Liu Zihua who made the noise while smoking.
Wu Wanjie's eyes instantly shrank, and the veins on his neck popped out.
"Liu Zihua, what do you want to do?"
Wu Wanjie roared, his whole body was like an angry lion:
"Old Saint Lingwu made it very clear that he wants us to rescue the Baiyu tribe!!!"
Wu Wanjie roared at the top of his lungs.
Everyone in the cabin trembled.
Wu Wanjie suddenly became furious, naturally because of his wife.
Liu Zihua looked at Wu Wanjie quietly and said:
"Wu Wanjie, you are very smart. You should know that if our tribe is very close to the Gods, why do the Gods still attack the human realm?
The reason is that the Immortal Clan is obstructing it and did not pass on the news of my troops here to the God Clan! "
Liu Zihua stood up, his eyes suddenly turned cold:
“The Immortals know that if we want to save the human realm, we can only rush directly to the God realm and force the God army to come back.
And what they want is to annihilate my human tribe, the White Feather Tribe, and preserve his fairy tribe’s cloud fleet! "
Liu Zihua's voice was cold. After his words fell, there was silence in the cabin.
Liu Zihua suddenly figured out the key points of this battle.
The Immortal Clan is obstructing this, concealing important information about the Human Race from the God Clan, and wants to harm the White Feather Tribe of the Human Race.
As for Liu Zihua and Wu Wanjie, if they want to rescue the human race, they can only follow the plot designed by the immortal clan.
If they want to save the human race, they have to abandon the White Feather Tribe and head towards the realm of the Gods.
But the problem is...
Wu Wanjie's wife is in the Baiyu tribe.
Wu Wanjie's face turned red. At this moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and a feeling of suffocation passed through his heart.
"It's Old Saint Lingwu!
It was that bastard who told us to continue the rescue... from the Shirobabe! "
He roared, his voice hoarse.
Liu Zihua looked at Wu Wanjie quietly, feeling extremely complicated for a moment:
"He knows how to save the human race, you know it, and I know it too.
He just... doesn't want you to hate the human race even more. "
Liu Zihua pursed his lips.
The old sage Lingwu, his master, Wu Wanjie's biological father... is so heartless!
The other party knew Wu Wanjie's value, so if he gave the order for Wu Wanjie to abandon the Bai Yu tribe, Wu Wanjie would even betray the human race.
Therefore, this choice was left to Wu Wanjie himself.
So cruel!
But for the old sage Lingwu, there is no other way.
He looked at Wu Wanjie, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his face flushed and extremely pitiful.
Liu Zihua's eyes trembled.
"This matter is left to you to choose, maybe it is too cruel, you can hate me, continue to hate me.
Until the day it kills me. "
Liu Zihua said with a trembling voice, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes.
That's... the lives of one hundred thousand comrades!
They are still waiting for their help!
They are still struggling.
"Ahhh!"
An officer let out a cry, and his face became painful.
"Measure the cardinality of space and establish a high-dimensional folding station heading to the realm of the gods."
Liu Zihua spoke quietly and shed a tear.
"This is my choice, Liu Zihua. My comrades from the White Feather Division have died. Their ghosts come to see me, Liu Zihua!"
As he spoke, his voice trembled and his lips trembled.
"Just let me, a beast, continue to live with everything on my back!"
He gritted his teeth and roared ferociously.
He looked at Wu Wanjie who was squatting on the ground, waiting for something.
Maybe the other party beat him or stabbed him.
He won't fight back, but he will feel more comfortable.
Wu Wanjie squatted on the ground, trembling all over.
Liu Zihua's men had already rushed out of the cabin.
And his subordinates stood and looked at him one by one.
As long as Wu Wanjie gives the order, their Xueyang tribe will immediately separate from the Lieyang tribe and continue to rescue the Baiyu tribe.
"go……"
A small, trembling sound came from Wu Wanjie struggling.
"Wu Zuo, give the order!"
A man shouted in a low voice.
"go……"
Wu Wanjie struggled to speak, squeezing out those two words from between his teeth.
"Go to...what?"
His men approached.
boom!
A hand grabbed his collar, Wu Wanjie looked at him with scarlet eyes:
"Go build a high-dimensional folding station, go to the great realm of the gods, go..."
He begged, blood and tears flowed down, his whole face was written all over...
despair!
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Wu Wanjie let out a roar full of despair and helplessness.
The next moment, he collapsed on the deck.
Buzz!
Within the universe.
An invisible bridge was built, leading to the realm of the Gods.
The beginning of the bridge is despair, and the end of the bridge is endless sorrow.
"The Bridge of Despair?"
Lin Tian murmured.
Hashimoto is the gateway to the other side and represents hope.
But for Wu Wanjie, is it despair?
So the blood pill he refined is the flesh and blood essence of the Baiyu Department's 100,000 soldiers?
Therefore, among the one hundred thousand soldiers, there was Wu Wanjie's wife.
Therefore, those evil spirits were dissatisfied with Liu Zihua.
So, when he was hesitating, was it Wu Wanjie's will that made him insist on saving Bu Shengxi?
Therefore, everything he is facing now is caused by Wu Wanjie's unwillingness and despair.
Indeed, very touching.
But Lin Tian still wanted to scold Wu Wanjie.
Let Shengxi use Pei Ning's teleportation core to go to the Gods, and use her own teleportation core to return to the human race.
This is Lin Tian's plan.
However, it was interfered by Wu Wanjie.
Perhaps Wu Wanjie thinks that the Gods are even more hateful, and as long as Bu Shengxi goes to the Gods, it will be even more desolate.
Perhaps, all this was planned by Wu Wanjie.
Everything he faced was designed by Wu Wanjie to let him experience it all.
"If that's the case, you won't watch me die."
Lin Tian murmured.
ps: There is one more chapter, still being written.
Wrong, too late.
Let’s watch it tomorrow.
