1207: Chapter 1193: Preparing for Battle 1207: Chapter 1193: Preparing for Battle Days on the Divine Boat were monotonous yet fulfilling.
This ti, Lu Ping’an didn’t relax too much…
he devoted all his attention to self-improvent.
Perhaps for him, falling behind was unacceptable…
Having experienced so much, he knew that talks of righteousness and justice were empty; in the end, only tangible military power could fulfill his will.
Since his companions had beco awakened, he naturally couldn’t lag behind…
“No, I must be the strongest, always the strongest…”
Lu, a rare sight to see working diligently, was so demanding that even ow and Eve, who were pulled in as sparring partners, were sowhat overwheld.
“…Haven’t found him yet?”
“Yes, I’m guessing he’s been lost.”
There was a person who was only discovered to be “missing” after a very long ti.
Unlike other professionals who were eager for Advancent, he was content as long as he was sufficient; advancing too quickly would frighten him…
and everyone who knew him.
“Xue En was forgotten?”
At that ti, the image of a plump Panda-man desperately chasing the boat and failing, left with no choice but to gaze helplessly at the sky, surfaced in Lu Ping’an’s mind.
“…Later investigation suggested that he fell overboard the other day, but you know how it is; he talked too much and no one really cared.”
“Then he encountered ocean currents or the Great Whirlpool at sea?
Was he swept into a random teleportation point in the ocean?”
With so reflection, Lu Ping’an could co up with a hundred reasons he might have missed the boat.
“But don’t we have a managent problem?
Wasn’t everyone accounted for on the list at the ti?”
“We checked the employee list twice, but he was senior managent, not on the employee list, and on the last round, we all did superior-subordinate checks…”
Lu Ping’an’s mouth hung open, speechless; the Panda-man had risen to beco Deputy Commander, and his imdiate superior was actually Lu Ping’an himself, which ant the responsibility fell on Lu Ping’an.
Ground-level staff wouldn’t concern themselves with high-level personnel not on the list, and Lu Ping’an, who was supposed to be responsible, had been preoccupied, and Catherine, who might have reminded him…
“Catherine, why didn’t my secretarial team remind …
Okay, okay, let it be, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”
Anyway, through a series of “fortuitous coincidences,” that person continued to perform in his usual steady manner, becoming the sole forgotten one.
“I hope he’s still alive and well…
err, I hope nothing happens to rcury 42.”
Looking at the large water globe in front of him, Lu Ping’an sighed.
Less than a month had passed on his side, while planetside, years had turned many tis over; conservatively estimated, six or seven years had gone by…
The surface of the planet had beco stable, but it was still impossible to approach, and due to space-ti rifts, communication was cut off.
Clearly, this was now a matter for another world.
Once a world had closed itself off, even the Outer Gods couldn’t interfere.
But that didn’t an outsiders couldn’t learn about what was happening within…
“Another one?”
From the planet’s surface, one could vaguely observe so things.
Up in the sky, a Pillar of light erged, and with it, “massive presences” clustered together.
Throughout the cosmos, a voice of truth recited Its na, seemingly that of another “spark and War God”.
A New God was born, and apparently, this one was related to the ongoing war.
Clearly, the world’s plan was smoothly progressing, with Newborn deities erging one after another…
Were those Ascended the heroes of ancient tis?
The Pride of the Long Hand Clan?
Or the humans left behind?
Lu Ping’an didn’t know, but from the scouting results, it seed the world indeed beca more “complete”.
However, looking at it from another angle, this continuous deification was actually draining the world’s essence…
There was a limited number of professionals the world could sustain, and the consumption of any native deity was countless tis that of a professional.
Perhaps It was becoming weakened…
“Is this the humans’ plan…”
Worlds and societies are sowhat alike, being at their weakest during tis of change.
All change and improvent require ti, continual internal conflict resolution, asured progression, and slow advancent amidst push and pull…
Forcing progress rely suppresses conflicts, consuming current resources and reserves.
Worlds forcing the creation of deities may have many long-term benefits, but these deities drain the world’s Origin Power, and simultaneously…
“Who can ensure that these deities will definitely be loyal, especially at a ti when the World Consciousness is destined to fall into slumber…”
Everyone knew that the mont the world would reopen its doors would mark the beginning of a battle royale.
But all Lu Ping’an hoped for was that the people inside could live well…
“Keep on Cultivating, I need to quickly make up for those fifth-tier Battle-professions, and prepare for the sixth-tier…”
Lu Ping’an was a bit anxious, but it seed this slight urgency was far from enough…
Especially as new gods were born, old ones were fading away.
Wars, between races?
Between deities?
Or even between worlds?
Maybe they’re always ongoing.
The anxiousness about the world’s isolation wasn’t exclusive to humans.
Lu Ping’an’s Eye of Truth told him that three other worlds were also constantly trying to forcibly connect.
Continuously, “shining dots” were sent there, and though they were powerful beings, at this mont, they beca one-ti paratroopers.
They were part of “invading” the world, their presence carrying their holand’s rules; their demise, their fusion, were also re-establishing new links.
Space inched endlessly closer yet always failed to “grapple aboard,” but everyone knew that reconnection was just a matter of ti.
anwhile, on that rcury, words casually spoken by Lu Ping’an were being passed around by countless mouths.
“History teaches us that slaves who don’t fight back don’t deserve sympathy!
This damn world has never had a savior, slaves!
Aside from your shackles, you have nothing to lose.
Worried about the misfortune that resistance might bring?
Is death not more rciful than slavery…”
Glorious War Flags fluttered on the battlefield, the banner thed “the chains shattered by the Battle Axe” spread across the entire world.
Perhaps even the world itself could not fathom the weight of “thought.”
On a battlefield, the fully grown One-eyed female general swung her blood-red War Flag, pointing ahead.
“…Look at !
Look at our enemies!
I will lead you to victory, I will lead you to Death, I will lead you to glory, I will lead you to true Immortality!”
Behind her were countless mbers of the Long Hand Clan, Fishn, and even individuals of the Abyssal Insect Race.
But before her lay endless darkness…
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