Savior, a word rich in mythology.
In a sense, when a person calls himself a savior, this person's brain and cerebellum should have lesions that should not occur. All those who claim to be saviors can only have two out of the three items of mental sanity, ability, and self-awareness.
Those who are mentally normal and have the ability but still want to be the savior are simply without self-awareness and have no idea what these three words mean.
Those who are mentally normal and self-aware but still want to be the savior must be pure incompetent liars, the kind who make a fortune and run away. This kind of people are just like the retarded people at the Perpetual Motion Machine Invention Conference, they only cheat even more retarded people out of money. Of course, in this world, committing fraud is life-threatening.
And to be self-aware and capable, but still quite a savior, is to have pure psychopathy. This kind of people are generally not accepted by psychiatrists. After all, they cannot be beaten. On the one hand, they also have abnormal brain circuits. Just like Uchiha Obito in Naruto, a pure psychopath, the kind with a tattoo on his forehead.
You cannot communicate with this kind of person. If you communicate with him, you will waste your time, life and brain cells.
"Child, do you know?"
The voice was a little ethereal, and in my mind, the voice of the woman who called herself Gaia rang again.
"Before the Golden Age, there was still a season of civilization in this world."
"A prosperous and prosperous civilization."
"Golden Age..."
As one of the leaders of the Twelve Moments back then, Yinjue also knew a little about the Golden Age. Whether it was the perfect world established by the ancient gods or the bizarre and crazy killing, he had heard about it. He also knew that human civilization in the Golden Age was far more prosperous than it is now.
And now, Gaia told him that there was another civilization beyond the Golden Age.
Obviously, the [civilization] Gaia refers to is not the barbaric age before the golden age. Human beings in that era were still struggling to survive and could not be called a true civilization at all. What she was talking about was a civilization that no one knew about.
"That civilization is called Kallis."
Callis?
When he heard the name, Yinjue suddenly fell into a trance. He seemed to have thought of something, but he subconsciously ignored it all. Soon, Gaia answered his doubts.
"This race has another name."
"Void."
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"This fire is really big..."
Looking at the burning library in front of him, Ishtar lowered the brim of the Archon's hat. Ackerman on the side pulled out his revolver, his tone full of regret, "How much knowledge will be destroyed by this fire."
"have no idea."
After the ancient gods disappeared, as one of the few surviving government officials in the Jordanian city-state at that time, Istan naturally became the great consul of Jordan. Meanwhile, the deaths of Christian and Roya made the Templars a direct legion of Ishtar. As the most powerful legion in southern England, the Templars did not trust the leadership of anyone but Istan.
Perhaps it was Yingnan's appeasement policy towards the Gospels that chilled their hearts, or perhaps it was Istan who relied on the water element to defeat batch after batch of monsters during that war. After Zhou Li left, the Templars The regiment chose to let Istan lead. At the same time, they also chose to withdraw from the national establishment and downgraded themselves to three levels to become a Jordanian guard force.
Of course, the advantage of this is that when Zhou Li needs them, Istan only needs to throw a form to his superiors with the four characters "support Zhou Li" written on it, and then write a guard army for the accompanying army, and then this can be transferred to the superiors. The strongest British and Southern legions left Jordan.
Three days ago, Zhou Li relied on Gerost's jellyfish to send a signal to Istan that he needed help. And Istan did not hesitate or hesitate at all. He directly accepted Zhou Li's signal and rushed from Yingnan to Tariq in less than a day.
Initially, Tariq's borders were wary of the Legion's presence.
They were extremely vigilant, but when the official document bearing the seal of the Lord Protector was presented to them, the border troops immediately expressed their highest respect for the Knights Templar. After all, what Jordan encountered was an ancient god, and as the Knights Templar who bravely resisted the ancient god, they should be respected.
Compared with other top legions, the Knights Templar's capabilities are more traditional military formations. The legion's abilities can be increased by relying on military formations. At this time, in the fire that burned the Mosk Library, the faces of those who set the fire vaguely emerged - the elemental monsters.
Elemental evil, a unique creation of the elemental mage. It can be said that most of the time, what elemental mages study is nothing more than how to arrange the elements according to their ideas, and how to make the elements have consciousness. Most of the former became various elemental spells, while the latter became a unique creature.
Elemental monsters.
This creature was forcibly injected into human consciousness and became a monster between elemental creatures and humans. This kind of monster has extremely high element control power, but their consciousness is very chaotic, and they can do nothing except destroy the stable elemental environment.
Simply put, the low-energy destructive extreme, the lower node of the lava behemoth network.
"one two three..."
The condensed water ball in his hand was tossed up and down, and Istan's remaining eyes were full of solemnity. The strength of an elemental monster is no less than that of Platinum, and these elemental monsters are even more powerful with the blessing of flames. There are at least twenty elemental monsters in his field of vision. And he could feel that there should be more elemental reactions deep in the library.
"Get ready."
Unlike Christine, who is strict and pursues chivalry, Istan and Gerost are more similar. He lowered his head, holding a lit cigarette in his mouth. The ash slowly fell to the ground. Istan shook his hand, and the water element gradually condensed behind him, shrouding the Templar Legion behind him.
"Array!"
The Templar Knight who took over Roja's position roared angrily, and the next second, a holy halo erupted violently like a volcano, covering the huge waves that gradually condensed.
Looking at the awe-inspiring and hopeful giant waves in the distance, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Li's face.
The Templars...
Until now, among all the legions he has come into contact with, apart from his own two, Zhou Li's favorite and most admired are the Knights Templar. He still remembered that when faced with the ancient god's body that covered the sky and the sun, these soldiers holding swords and shields did not retreat even an inch, and spent nearly half of their lives in exchange for a chance of victory.
Putting away his thoughts, Zhou Li turned his gaze to the north of the tower, to the weakest part of Moscow's city defense.
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The distribution of military camps in Mosk is based on the terrain. The flat southern and eastern regions have the largest number of troops stationed, and are rich in arms types. They can attack quickly with convenient transportation.
Of course, Mosk's Western forces are even more heavyweight. After all, Mosk's Western forces were a high wall that blocked all threats. But the problem is that the high wall may be a fortress at the beginning, but over time it becomes a cocoon. Therefore, Tariq has long been prepared for a counterattack, and the *** in the west can be said to be extremely violent.
In the northern mountainous area, it's just too much.
In fact, the military strength in the northern mountainous areas is not that weak. However, the biggest problem in the north is that there are too many mountains and too many hidden areas. It can be said that if someone wants to attack Mosk, entering from the north is the best option.
Of course, Tariq is not a small country, and its military strength can be said to be the best among the best. It is impossible for them to be unaware of the problems in the northern mountainous areas, but the northern mountainous areas have a natural advantage.
Beyond the mountains are ice fields.
The northern ice sheet is a world where even cells don’t want to survive.
Year-round extremely low temperatures, never-ending snowstorms, strong winds that can directly perform disguises on your face, and snow beasts everywhere. These factors add up to create a world in which no other creature except the Northlanders can survive. And the most terrifying thing is that the ice fields outside the northern mountains are cold and
To the point of being able to freeze communication with gods and professional powers.
This is why the people from the North don't have any professional talents, because their ability to survive in place B depends entirely on their righteousness and their ability to write positive words on people's bodies. If you can kill someone with your fists, why do you need to learn all the bells and whistles?
This is the reason why Tarik rarely fortifies in the north. The main reason is that that place can be said to be a forbidden place of life. Entering Desan is like returning to a second home in a scary area. Therefore, in the northern part of Tarik, there have always been a few ordinary legions serving as sentries, and the remaining places are civilians.
Of course, Zhou Li would never forget the collapse of Tarik in his previous life, which started when the snow demon in the north attacked the eastern defense line.
Torea is not a demon in this life, and Tarik's crisis is not her. However, Zhou Li still did not relax his vigilance towards the east. Of course he knew that Anya could only control humans, or in other words, could only create humans. But the problem is that what he is guarding against is not the ice field, but the northern mountainous area.
Sure enough, when Zhou Li received news of several rebellions in the West, East and South Military Regions, the connection with the Northern Military Region disappeared.
As usual, what Zhou Li has to do now is to mobilize troops from other military regions to the north. But when news came that the northern military region had disappeared, Zhou Li chose to stand still.
"Lord Protector, are we really not going to support you?"
After solving his own internal problems, the commander of the Western Military Region asked Zhou Li worriedly: "The strength of the Northern Military Region... it will be difficult to fight against the enemy. I'm afraid if we go too late."
"Don't worry."
Zhou Li's tone was very calm, but with a convincing temperament, "Someone has already gone to support."
"ah?"
The army commander was stunned for a moment. All of Tarik's armies were now solving their own or nearby incidents. According to his understanding, no legion could spare their hands to rescue the north.
"rest assured."
Zhou Li's gaze was fixed on the north, he narrowed his eyes and said softly:
"They won't let us down."
"I never thought I would see you again."
The old man wearing a silver-thorned vine badge on his chest and holding a long bow faced Gerost, bowed slightly, and solemnly said: "I didn't have time to thank you last time. Mr. Witcher, thank you for everything you have done for us."
Erwin, the leader of the Hunter Guild, looked at the man in front of him whose strength had already reached platinum level, his eyes full of respect. He once felt pain because he lost this disciple with excellent talent, but when he saw the figure blocking the ancient god, Erwin understood that it was he who saved Jordan and the Hunter Guild.
"Thank you later."
Noxar on the side was carrying a giant axe, looking at the pale white ashes on the ground, and said with disgust: "What are these things? There is no feeling at all when chopping."
"If you didn't kill them all with darts and piercing knives, I might have a word for you."
Purple space ripples swallowed up a thought puppet who wanted to sneak attack Noxa, and Kenny, wearing a black cloak, slowly walked out of the void. He turned the dagger in his hand and said with emotion: "I'm old, I'm tired after only such a short time."
"Can you give me some gold coins, old man?"
As a berserker, playing is about heartbeat and excitement. Noxa smiled playfully for a moment, and then was punched by Kenny casually, curling up on the ground and screaming in pain.
"I didn't expect that..."
Evan looked at the people around him and said with emotion: "I never thought that old bones like us could get together again."
"Don't drag me into this."
Noxa kicked the dagger off the ground and put it back into the secret compartment with ease, "Brother, I'm only thirty-six, young and promising."
"Yeah?"
Kenny glanced at Noxa and said calmly: "Don't forget, Huang Yi is also nearby this time."
After hearing that nightmarish name
, Noxa’s originally sullen face suddenly froze. He could never forget that when he was playing the arena in Tariq and wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger while Bai Yin Chang tortured vegetables, the honest young man smiled and almost beat out his brains.
Of course, Noxar felt relieved again after thinking that the strong man next to the demon hunter had beaten Huang Yi so hard that his brains almost came out.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense."
Alpha said helplessly, then he looked at the empty barracks and said to everyone: "Secure the next area."
Hunter Guild, Shadow Guild, Berserker Guild.
Among these three unions, there were only three people who supported Zhou Li.
He raised the giant ax high above his head and jumped down from the air. Then his hands kept dancing like flowers, and various hidden weapons with blood went straight to the throats of the puppets.
The leaves in the jungle suddenly turned into sharp blades. As the arrows passed by, the sharp leaves turned into inconspicuous murderous intent. In a burst of metallic buzzing, white ash began to saturate the entire ground.
A ghost-like figure keeps opening the door to the void in the crowd, sometimes swallowing it, and sometimes sending the ghost to a place where the enemy cannot detect it.
Three people, enough.
Gerost and Fantes looked at each other. The master and apprentice were speechless and joined the battle in silence.
