At the same time that Zhang Yan was being chased by German Shepherd, the global luck competition had begun.
On the last day of every month, more than 100 countries around the world compete for luck.
The strange world will randomly pair two countries for a luck competition.
The winning country can gain the luck of the losing country.
As for the losing country, a strange thing will randomly descend on one of its cities, turning that city into a ghost.
People inside can hardly survive.
But the luck competition in the weird world is still fair.
It's sickeningly fair.
Because what it competes with is the per capita luck of a country.
Anything, when it comes to per capita, is very dirty.
As the country with the largest population in Blue Star, Tang State has no advantage at all in the luck competition.
After all, for a country with a small population, only a few omens produced by soul masters can increase their country's average luck to an incredible level.
However, a country with a large population has to hold its breath and work hard to increase its average luck in order to remain undefeated.
The entire Tang Dynasty's top management gathered in the Qiyun Building.
This splendid building was built several years ago.
On the last day of every month, all the omens in the country will be gathered, waiting for the luck competition, and the omens will be thrown into the luck door in the center of the luck hall.
But today, the hall is decidedly depressing.
The faces of everyone in the Tang Dynasty's top management were covered with gloom.
“This time our country and Japan should have won the great luck competition.
After all, the Japanese country has a large population.
But what's going on? "
The first leader of the Tang Dynasty slapped his hand on the table.
"How is it possible that the average luck of Japan is better than that of our country!"
"Where did their omens come from?"
The second leader also looked ugly.
The intelligence chief trembled: "According to the intelligence, the Japanese nation received very few signs this time.
We should win for sure.
But I don’t know why in the second half of the month, a large number of soul masters from our Tang Kingdom died in the strange world.
And the Japanese country suddenly got a lot of omens..."
"Could those omens be supported by Yingguo? After all, Japan has Yingguo's military base, or is it his ally?"
asked the second leader.
"We have received no information in this regard," the intelligence chief said.
The first leader said harshly: "We also have allies, call them quickly and send the fastest fighter planes to borrow some omens from them.
In recent years, we have lost more than ten cities in a row.
The territory of Tang State can no longer be visited by strange things.
The people can't bear it. "
The intelligence chief smiled bitterly: "General, it's too late.
The luck competition will end in one hour.
We still need 90 million luck to beat the Japanese country in terms of average luck.
Ninety million luck requires at least ninety E-level omens, or ten D-level omens.
Our allies are all poor, weak and small countries.
Don't say whether you are willing to lend it to us. Even if you are willing, they don't have so many signs.
What's more, their life is not easy now.
Several of them are about to be destroyed. "
The first leader's face became more and more gloomy: "Order to buy all the omens on the black market to increase luck.
Have all the omens of the city been transported? "
“It is true that there are still several cities that have not had time to transport signs.
But they are all small cities, and the omens brought here are probably hard to find even above F level.
A drop in the bucket. "
The intelligence chief said.
"Hey, what should I do?"
For a time, the entire Qi Lun Hall became even more depressed.
This luck competition is really too weird.
Originally, the Japanese country was about to lose, but in the next two hours, it was like a chicken blood boost, and its luck increased by 200 million points.
It is absolutely impossible if there are no other big countries standing in the way.
But if Tang State loses its territory again, no one will be willing to do so.
In fact, everyone sitting in this position knows it.
Going to the black market to buy omens is also better than nothing for the overall situation, and water from afar cannot quench the thirst for nearness.
Looking at the desperate gap on the luck screen, everyone felt a little desperate.
“Urge the remaining cities to send signs immediately.
Also, ordered the navy, land and air forces to prepare.
All cities immediately increased vigilance and evacuated people to safe areas.
Once the luck contest fails, strange things will randomly come to the city.
The nearby troops and soul masters all rushed into the strange place and tried their best to rescue the citizens.
Put people's lives as the first priority! "
The first leader's face was ashen and he said solemnly.
Everyone obeyed.
Due to the uncertainty of the strange coming, it is simply unrealistic for residents of all cities across the country to leave the city.
Even though the Tang Kingdom has been visited by strange things more than ten times, more than ten cities have been destroyed.
But there are still citizens who will not leave their homes even though they know they will die.
"The situation is not good."
The intelligence chief urged the remaining small cities to send signs.
But the omens sent by those small cities were, as expected, all F-level ones, with few E-level ones.
It does absolutely no good in the grand scheme of things.
Time passed by, and the last city left, Wencheng, had not yet sent the omen.
"Forget it, the overall situation has been decided."
Seeing the luck competition, only less than half an hour was left.
The first leader shook his head: "Order the general mobilization of the armed forces..."
In this luck competition, Tang Guo lost.
I don’t know how much the country’s resources will become.
Which city will be beset by strangeness?
Everyone fell silent.
At this moment, Director Zhang from the Wencheng Trickster Office finally arrived at Qiyun Building.
"What a shame.
Unexpectedly, it took three days to arrive. "
Zhang Qiang spat viciously at the door.
The few hairs on his head were almost all removed by himself.
Zhang Qiang and his group were in quite a sorry state.
I thought that the omen would be successfully delivered to the Qiyun Building in the capital that night, but I didn't expect that there would be many troubles along the way.
There were even many attacks for no apparent reason.
He obviously kept strict confidentiality and did not even notify the National Qi Luck Building.
However, how did the news spread that he had a D9-level omen in his hand?
Zhang Qiang was very lucky.
Fortunately, he was timid and cautious and mobilized a large number of good players in the brother cities.
Although he lost more than ten people along the way, he finally protected the D9-level omen and arrived at the Qiyun Building.
After informing the staff, Zhang Qiang rushed directly to the Qi Lun Hall with a small number of people.
In the hall, the intelligence chief also received the news: "Report to the chief, Wen City's trick office has arrived with signs."
"Wencheng?"
The second leader waved his hand feebly: "Wencheng is a prefecture-level city, there are not many high-level soul masters, and I'm afraid there are not many high-end omens sent.
Let him save the signs for the next luck competition.
This failure is irreversible. "
The intelligence chief took the order and was about to ask the staff to order Zhang Qiang to go back.
Suddenly, the first leader raised his head and said: "Since it is a luck competition, the competition is not only about strength, but also luck.
Even if it’s only the last minute, we can’t give up.
Order the Wencheng Trickster Office to come in and we will fight to the end!
No matter whether you fail or not, as long as you try your best..."
No wonder the First Leader refused to give up.
This luck competition is an annual competition.
If they lose, strange things will most likely happen to first-tier cities.
For any country, the loss of any first-tier city will be devastating.
The current Tang State does not dare to lose.
I can’t afford to lose either.
Even if it's just a desperate struggle, you have to struggle no matter what.
Zhang Qiang, who was outside the Luck Hall, got the news and immediately entered the hall.
As soon as he entered, he felt the weight of the air in the hall.
Everyone stared at him.
Zhang Qiang felt uncomfortable all over.
The intelligence chief scolded: "There is no time, why are you standing there?
Quickly take out the signs of Wen City and throw them into the Gate of Luck. "
When he spoke, not only him, but also everyone did not have a glimmer of hope.
"Whoa whoa."
Zhang Qiang, the director of a small trickery office, has never seen such a big battle.
He quickly put down the box behind him and took out the omens one by one.
"Our Wencheng Sect Office has obtained a total of one hundred F-level signs and two E-level signs this time..."
Everyone fell into final disappointment: "As expected, is there no luck?
Is it possible that God is going to bring disaster to our country, Tang Dynasty? "
"There is also a D9 level omen."
Zhang Qiang took out the painting of the red door again.
"What!"
The moment he heard his words, the air in the Qi Lun Hall suddenly suffocated.
Then, the first leader, the second leader, and the intelligence chief.
Even everyone suddenly stood up
D9 level signs can increase luck by more than 99 million points...
A miracle happened!
Tang State is saved!
