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[Beta0.7 New Content: Zombie Mutants]
[Features: Lacks the regular mutants’ head vulnerability, has stronger recovery abilities and higher toughness, so are equipped with a small amount of chanical prostheses. Most "Zom-Mutants" look indistinguishable from other green-skin mutants, so be careful when you encounter them!]
[Weakness: Highly resistant to radiation and toxic substances, no obvious weaknesses.]
[Recomnded Ammunition: Ammunition over 20mm, explosion arrows (bomb gun), "Dragon Breath Bullets" (shotgun), thermobaric bombs (RPG launcher), etc.]
[To Be Verified: Flathrowers, Molotov Cocktails, etc. (Note: Please maintain a safe distance to avoid being knocked down by burning mutants.)]
Midnight with Umbrella but No Knife: "Damn, turns out it’s a stealth-updated elite monster!"
Awoken and Confused: "I freakin’ thought it was a bug!"
Night Ten: "So the question is, how do you know Ah Guang didn’t just turn a bug into an elite monster? 😉"
Quit Smoking: "That makes sense, damn it!"
Irina: "Ah Guang: Well said, don’t say it again next ti. 😉"
Dinosaur Warrior: "This is unscientific... a head can regrow after being exploded. That’s not what our biology books say. Shouldn’t the dog planner consider repeating nine years of compulsory education?"
Night Ten: "Makes sense, but why don’t you ask how psychohistory manages to completely account for all variables? What the heck is being shot out of a nuclear gun? How does the Force power a lightsaber? How do higher animals dehydrate their nerve centers and immune systems? And... why does SpongeBob always ask the Magic Conch when there’s a problem?"
Dinosaur Warrior: "I know about SpongeBob, but it doesn’t ask the Magic Conch in every episode, does it? What are all those other things? (confused)"
Gno King Riches: "You’re asking so many questions all at once, are you trying to fry his CPU? 😉"
Night Ten: "Strange, I thought he could understand at least two. Unscientific. 😉"
Quit Smoking: "Haha, damn!"
...
North of the Military Base at the Manor House, about two kiloters away, there was a deserted village.
This place used to be a small village under the manor settlent. After "Torch" arrived, the villagers disappeared, and the village was abandoned.
When the Southern Construction Corps first arrived here, they used the houses for a while, and then withdrew after the military base was built.
Afterwards, when the Glue Host and "Torch" officially went to war, the Allied forces garrisoned the Manor House Military Base, and survivors from Mafu Town often drove carts here to trade. Over ti, they simply moved into the unnad village, renovated the run-down facilities, and opened bars and hotels.
Later on, a group of life-skill players brought barbecue grills here, and the once peaceful village beca "smoky and chaotic."
An unassuming tavern.
A group of corporate soldiers sat at a table, drinking and skewering at, grumbling to themselves.
"Such freaking bad luck!"
The Dinosaur Warrior slamd his cup down on the wooden table, cursing in exasperation.
A group of soldiers from the Free State glanced at each other from the table next to them, and one of them turned to him and asked.
"What’s wrong, brother?"
Dinosaur Warrior burped, reeking of alcohol as he said.
"Our officer took us for a stroll on the front lines and dragged us back without firing a single shot!"
The man laughed and said.
"Isn’t that a good thing?"
It’s most comfortable not having to go to the front lines. If possible, he’d love to stay in the rear forever.
But that’s impossible.
Every combat unit has its own mission and it will eventually be their turn.
However, the thought processes of residents of Ideal City always seed different from others on the Wasteland.
"A good thing my ass!" Dinosaur Warrior glanced angrily and shouted, "We ca here to kill mutants! Not to drink! Can’t I drink anywhere else? Why co all the way here!"
"Exactly!" Another soldier from his own unit sitting next to him complained, "We’re here for the fate of all humanity! Even though we can’t access Endpoint Cloud here, we haven’t complained once! It’s after coming here that we’ve discovered there’s none of what we were looking for!"
The soldier from the Free State was taken aback and asked with incomprehension.
"What are you pursuing?"
Tang Feng asked without hesitation.
"Ideals, courage, and of course other things... I hope my na can be a source of pride in the eyes of my family and friends, just like the crew of the Pioneer,"
Several soldiers from the Free State exchanged glances, their eyes filled with admiration.
They truly are from the Ideal City.
Their vision is simply different!
They were different.
They ca here for money, and those who sent them here did so for money too.
As for those at the higher echelons, maybe they had other purposes.
But that’s for those guys to worry about; they weren’t very concerned.
They just wanted to pay off their debts as soon as possible, earn a lump sum so large they couldn’t spend it all in their lifeti, end this goddamned unstable life, and retire to a slower pace of living.
Although they didn’t have dreams, for those without dreams, people who hold onto their dreams and are willing to act on them are indeed charming and seem to radiate an aura.
Maybe it’s not the skyscrapers of the Ideal City that shine—after all, they had those too—but rather the ideals in the hearts of the people there...
At least, that’s how it seed to them.
"Edem, sniper of the Hound Special Forces 7th Battalion," the calloused palm patted Tang Feng’s shoulder, as Edem gave a thumbs up in admiration, "I admire you guys the most, those who don’t sell their lives for a reward. When I pay off my loans, I want to live for the freedom in my heart too... please allow to buy a drink for the warriors of humanity!"
Flattered by the praise, Tang Feng responded with an embarrassed smile and bumped fists with him.
"Tang Feng, First Battalion, Second Platoon... wait, sniper? You’re a sniper?"
Seeing his suddenly excited and wide eyes, Edem asked, confused.
"You too?"
"No, but I shoot Sniper Six," Tang Feng said, slightly embarrassed as he rubbed his nose with his finger and chuckled, "It’s a sha our squad doesn’t have a sniper, even though our company has a sniper squad. Otherwise, I’d definitely get a sniper rifle to use."
Edem’s eyes lit up, excitedly saying.
"What a coincidence, it seems you’re quite the sniper enthusiast. Let’s have a contest soti."
Tang Feng agreed imdiately.
"No problem... by the way, where do you usually jump?"
Edem appeared baffled for a mont.
"Jump... where?"
Just then, a few jeering laughs ca from nearby.
A few big-nosed n at a nearby table, visibly inebriated, cast glances over with faint disdain.
The bottles on the table made it clear they had been drinking quite a bit.
Otherwise, their mouths wouldn’t be so loose.
"First Battalion, First Company... that’s right, those are the numbers."
"Aren’t those the guys from yesterday?"
"Ha ha, the layabouts of Ideal City."
"That’s not entirely fair; Awakeners do have bigger appetites, maybe they’re all Awakeners?"
"Are you kidding , with those who treat Awakening as a terminal illness?"
At first, Tang Feng didn’t want to deal with them; the rudeness of the Weilante People was notorious across the Wasteland.
However, the group’s voices grew louder and more unrestrained to the point of being impossible to ignore.
Tang Feng, who had been sowhat heady from the praise he’d received, suddenly beca enraged, slamming a fist onto the table as he stood up.
"Say that again, I dare you!"
The noisy bar instantly fell silent, including the rowdy Weilante People.
However, the latter only paused for a few seconds before they started mocking and laughing again.
"How’s that? You trying to say even deadbeats can bite? I’d like to see that."
The Weilante man with the loudest voice earlier squinted and stood up, undoing his impeccably neat uniform and threw it aside, revealing a light green tank top and clusters of solid muscles.
He exuded a dangerous aura, like a panther poised to pounce.
Clearly.
He was more than just a smooth talker; he had so real assets to show for it.
Tang Feng finished the rest of his drink in one gulp and threw his jacket over the back of a chair as well.
"Want to see a deadbeat that bites? Why don’t you go look in the mirror in the toilet, or do I need to invite you to see a doctor?"
He didn’t have much muscle, like he had just started working out, but in terms of presence, he was not lacking at all.
The biochanical implants attached to his iris had already honed in on that ugly nose, and he swore he could smash it in within three moves, precise like a fully-equipped G9 "Black Swan" assault rifle.
It didn’t require too much strength, any adult could do it.
His companion pulled at his arm, reminding him with a sober gaze.
"Hey, don’t cause trouble, beware of being sent back."
"Then let the officers send back," Tang Feng snorted, nonchalantly twisting his neck, "I don’t think he plans to send us to the frontline anyway."
Being sent back was no worse than wasting ti here; moreover, he could wait for the other side to make the first move and then hit back. Then, even if he was taken to a military court, no one could bla him.
He was doing it for the honor of Ideal City, not only would the jury be on his side, but the majority at Endpoint Cloud who harbored the sa sense of glory would be too.
Just as employees were trying to discourage the fight, the Weilante people were still fanning the flas and not minding their own business.
"Damon, looks like this kid is looking down on you?"
"Ha-ha, don’t let a deadbeat look down on you."
"Shut up," Damon cursed, squinting at Tang Feng’s eyes, "I’ll beat him down first, then deal with you."
"Don’t use your mouth," the guy joked with a smirk, with the expression of soone looking forward to the show, "I’m not into that sort of thing."
The atmosphere between the two groups was tense, the bar charged with a sll of gunpowder.
Almost every custor in the bar was casting curious glances their way.
On one side were the employees, and on the other, the army.
If the forr backed down, they’d undoubtedly solidify their reputation as deadbeats, but if it was the latter who yielded, then the Weilante people’s fa as a warrior race would seem sowhat hollow.
Everyone was curious to see how the two groups would end up settling it.
Including players drinking in the bar.
Especially Debt Big Eyes, who was watching the excitent without fearing trouble and started taking bets.
"Small bets make for light-hearted fun, huh? Any bets?"
Outlaw Maniac: "I bet fifty silver coins! The Weilante guy is gonna knock him flat!"
Seeing everyone leaning toward the army’s victory, Debt Big Eyes chuckled, speaking leisurely,
"That’s not a sure thing. If that guy dares to stand up to the challenge, he must have so tricks up his sleeve."
Seeing no one believed him, he paused and continued to offer guidance.
"As everyone knows, folks from Ideal City like carrying prostheses and smart wearables; who knows, he might have a Mantis Knife up his sleeve!"
The words of the veteran player weighed sowhat heavily on the bunch of newbies.
A pair of eyes suddenly widened.
"Damn, it’s not gonna get bloody, is it?"
"Aweso! I bet one hundred silver coins, the enterprise wins!"
"I’ll bet on the enterprise too!"
Seeing the odds reversing, Debt Big Eyes’s eyes sparkled with delight.
Thinking of his bet on the army, Outlaw Maniac grew anxious and walked up to him to whisper.
"Bro, who did you bet on to win?" Big Eyes glanced at him and whispered in his ear.
"Army."
Outlaw Maniac’s eyes imdiately bulged.
Fuck!
This bet isn’t just fooling around!
Seeing that the two were about to co to blows, the tavern owner behind the bar had no idea what to do.
Neither of these people was soone he could afford to provoke, so all he could do was look helplessly towards the good folks of the Alliance.
However, those guys didn’t even glance their way, seemingly not wanting to get involved in the conflict between the corporation and the army, just muttering sothing incomprehensible there.
Just as the tavern owner was sweating bullets, a nonchalant cough suddenly echoed from the eye of the storm.
"Even if you guys fight, it won’t prove anything. One person’s bravery and a group’s are two different things. Take those mutants, for example... even I would find it difficult to beat them in a one-on-one duel. But on the battlefield, where we each play to our strengths, they wouldn’t even have the chance to touch ."
Hearing this untily voice, the Weilante guy nad Damon squinted his eyes and looked over to see a guy wearing a blue jacket, he couldn’t help but curl his lip.
"So?"
Tang Feng also furrowed his brows and said softly to his Alliance friend.
"Don’t get involved in this."
"You guys are misunderstanding. I don’t want to stop you, but this way, you can’t really tell who will win," seeing that both were staring at him, Mosquito sighed and continued languidly, "So I suggest we try a different kind of competition, one that’s more civilized, more refined, and better reflects a soldier’s military prowess."
He couldn’t blather on anymore, so with a forceful cough, he reached into his pocket and slapped a few decks of cards on the table, ending his nonsensical discourse.
"Anyway, let’s start with a ga of Gwent."
Both were stunned for a mont, especially the Weilante guy nad Damon.
"What’s that?"
Tang Feng frowned slightly, and another corporate soldier sitting next to him muttered.
"I think I’ve heard of it... was it last year or the year before?"
Mosquito said with a smile, "It should have been last year. My brother seed to have sent it to the auction as an exhibit, but that goofball isn’t cut out for business. He didn’t grasp the essence of the ga and just copied formulas, so it never caught on... But no matter, I can personally demonstrate for you."
"So this is a corporate rule?" Damon narrowed his eyes, "Isn’t that a bit unfair for us who aren’t familiar with the rules?"
"Corporate rule? No, this is sothing we ca up with in our shelter. Clearly, these young lads don’t understand it, but they seem pretty eager to try new things," glancing at Tang Feng who was raring to go, Mosquito turned to Damon with an encouraging smile, "Or are you scared?"
Damon scoffed disdainfully.
"How could that be."
What a joke.
He was a reserve officer, after all, graduated from a regular military school and had received formal military training.
He might be a fighter, but that wasn’t all he could do.
"Then co take a seat," Mosquito grinned, winking as he pulled out a chair for him, "Pick a deck for yourself first, then I’ll walk you through the rules of the ga, starting with the factions..."
The rules of Gwent weren’t complicated, originally consisting of a total of 150 cards including 4 factions and neutral cards.
There were three main areas on the field: close combat, ranged combat, and siege, as well as weather cards, hero cards, and leader cards.
But of course, what Mosquito brought out wasn’t the original rules, but a modified version.
For example, beyond the Nilfgaard, Northern Kingdoms, Squirrel Party, and Monsters, the four factions, he added a bunch of "self-made" factions and decks, as well as "headcanon" to allow these decks to integrate smoothly into the ga.
Like trap cards, magic cards, and equipnt cards.
The Weilante guy nad Damon was originally disinterested, but as Mosquito went on with his slick talk, he couldn’t help but beco imrsed.
And it wasn’t just the two n at the center of everyone’s attention in the tavern; other patrons also began to listen out of curiosity.
After all, there weren’t many entertainnt options here, and a set of rules that weren’t too complex, coupled with a bunch of colorful cards, seed quite interesting.
But...
Could they really morize all these cards?
Moreover, to collect all the cards, it’s going to cost a pretty penny...
"I’ve got the rules down; when do we start?" Having understood all the rules, Damon revealed an eager expression and looked at the guy who called himself Mosquito to ask.
"Anyti." After saying this, Mosquito turned to look at Tang Feng, who was sitting on the other side of the wooden table, and spoke with lively enthusiasm, "How about you?"
"I’m ready as well," Tang Feng suddenly rembered sothing and added, "By the way, this is a fair and square duel, so don’t you play favorites with ."
"How could I? I’m always fair! Even if the Manager himself were sitting here, I would never allow him to cheat in front of !"
Anyway, his eyes were his own, and he could close them at any mont if needed.
However, the focus of the pubgoers was on another matter—
Even the Manager is playing Gwent?!
Just thinking about this got everyone pumped up, staring at the card table, not even touching their drinks, and crowding towards it, leaving their seats.
Seeing that the mood had reached its peak, Mosquito coughed loudly, and amidst the rousing cheers, he strained his unique, nasal voice.
"Then now—"
"Let the duel begin!"
...
Although card playing isn’t as thrilling as fighting, Mosquito’s silver tongue heated up the atmosphere.
In a pub, the atmosphere is like the background music of a movie.
Play so spirited background music, and even playing Dou Dizhu could feel more exciting than Boruto.
Not to ntion the stories and topics packed into the cards Mosquito whipped out—making conversation was a breeze!
The onlookers who didn’t understand were swept up in the comntary nonetheless, cheering for the evenly matched strugglers.
The boisterous noise in the pub made beer sell like hotcakes.
Seeing the crowd’s excitent, the bar owner behind the counter finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sent a grateful look Mosquito’s way.
As for the players watching by the side, they were baffled, and when they saw the cards drawn by the players, they were even more bewildered.
"Holy crap, what the heck is Blue-Eyed White Dragon?"
"Why the hell is Dinosaur Warrior popping up now?"
"Druids???"
"Hah, Teng Teng’s artwork can increase defense???"
Listening to Mosquito go on, they almost forgot what the original ga rules were.
But that stuff was never really important.
Mosquito even improvised a bunch of rules on the fly, completely disregarding the fairness he’d just vouched for.
But since the logic was self-coherent, no one raised objections.
The scoring system went from the best of three to the best of five rounds, and each player at the wooden table had scored two points each.
It was the final round, and both players were holding onto their cards tightly, looking fiercely at each other.
Standing behind Damon, a group of Weilante People shouted till their faces turned red and their necks thick, egging him on loudly.
"Go, Damon!"
"Take him down!"
"Smash his head with that Super Mutant you’ve got!"
Seeing these idiots blow his cover, Damon almost spit blood in frustration and resignedly threw out his strongest card.
"Shut it, will ya?"
This ga had sowhat similar rules to Tian Ji’s horse racing; once your hand was known by the opponent, there was no ga left.
Catching this montary slip, Tang Feng swiftly played a Magic Card he’d held for a long ti, smiling viciously as he placed it on the table.
"My turn at last!"
"Activate Magic Card! Rise from the dead, my Blue-Eyed White Dragon!!"
Seated at the judge’s table, Mosquito suddenly leapt up, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Blue-Eyed White Dragon! The mont it’s summoned, it can launch an attack on Changsheng! Remove an opposing lee zone card with an initial combat power no higher than its own!"
Without any buffs, both cards had 100 combat power.
The mont his voice dropped, Mosquito, with quick reflexes, snatched away the Super Mutant card and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Seeing his trump card destroyed, Damon sitting opposite, widened his eyes and couldn’t help but let out a swear.
"Damn it!"
Standing beside the card table, Debt Giant Eye also couldn’t help but explode with an expletive.
"Holy shit, is this even allowed?!"
Mosquito, sitting at the judge’s table, winked at him and said in Mandarin.
"Heh heh, the tide of battle is just that fickle..."
He coughed before turning to the dumbfounded Weilante person again.
"Are you going to play a card? If you don’t, this round is over."
He definitely had to play a card.
But looking at that darkened face, it was clear the remaining battle had lost any suspense.
Just as he predicted, the Weilante person played out the rest of his hand but couldn’t turn the tide of the points on the field.
The winner had been determined.
Mosquito stepped on the table with one foot and lifted Tang Feng’s arm, loudly announcing the winner of the duel.
"The victor is the warrior from the 100th Mountain Brigade, First Battalion Second Company’s Tang Feng!"
The room erupted with fervent cheers.
Apart from those players who knew the original rules and the Weilante people who lost the match, nearly all the Wasteland Wanderers enjoyed the spectacle.
When Mosquito climbed down from the table, Debt Giant Eye, having lost the bet, grabbed him and furiously exclaid.
"Do you call this Gwent?!"
Mosquito casually clicked his tongue.
"You don’t get it, this is what we call localization of the product... Besides, how much money can you make from just those few Gwent cards? After a few card packs, you’ve drawn them all, how else would I clip the chives."
Outlaw Maniac also exclaid angrily.
"You’re destroying the original work, aren’t you?!"
Mosquito, cheekily grinning, said.
"No big deal, the original isn’t my daddy! It’s not like those NPCs have ever played it, the rules are whatever I say they are. If it bothers you that much, just call it Kun-pai or whatever, as if it’s not that thing, it’s all the sa to ."
Outlaw Maniac: "@#%&!"
Suddenly becoming the center of attention, Tang Feng wore a look of embarrassnt, but seeing so many cheer for his victory, his vanity was also satisfied, and he modestly smiled and waved to the crowd.
Watching those big noses with their dissatisfied looks, Mosquito, having dealt with his comrades, chuckled and said.
"Easy there, buddy, winning and losing is all part of the ga. One match doesn’t prove anything. If you want, you can try to reclaim victory next ti, unless... you guys lose every ti. Tomorrow, sa ti, I’ll still be here. As for these cards in your hands, think of them as a gift from ."
"I’ll be waiting for you!"
Staring hard at Tang Feng, who wore a small victory smile, Damon angrily left a threatening remark, then turned to Mosquito and whispered.
"Got any other cards? Mine are crap."
"Of course, but you have to buy card packs to draw the rest... Don’t worry, it’s not too expensive, ten Silver Coins a pack, and you get a full twenty cards!" Mosquito paused, then continued sincerely, "Honestly, the cards aren’t the key to victory. It’s the person using them that matters, like equipnt. I recomnd you get fully acquainted with the cards you have before thinking of assembling other decks..."
This was actually nonsense; no card ga could ever reduce randomness to zero.
Especially a ga where the entertainnt factor outweighs the competitive aspect.
The Weilante person couldn’t be bothered with his drivel and directly threw down a hundred Silver Coin note.
"You better have enough."
Silver Coin could get you two cards, and he could easily buy 200 cards to take back and ponder over at his leisure.
Why bother listening to his nonsense?
Upon seeing the bill on the table, Mosquito swiftly snatched it up and stuffed it into his pocket, then he called over the shill who was mingling and jeering with the crowd, directing the fellow to carry a sack into the center of the throng.
"Choose any you like! I hope you assemble the card deck of your dreams! Don’t bla it on the cards next ti if they’re not good enough!"
Damon, face darkening, reached into the sack.
"Shut up!"
Mosquito chuckled and closed his mouth, watching as the guy ticulously picked through the selection, feeling pleased as punch about it.
The cost of producing this kind of card pack was even less than 1 Silver Coin, yet he just sold it for more than ten tis that!
Especially heartwarming were the eager gazes all around him.
He was afraid that this one sack wouldn’t be enough to sell!
Thinking this, Mosquito couldn’t help but consider maybe hosting a Gwent card tournant, with a cash prize or sothing...
And just as he expected, the several large sacks of cards he had prepared sold out in no ti.
Especially those folks from Ideal City, every single one of them didn’t seem to care about money and spent it without any hesitation.
They were so desperate to get that 100 combat power Blue-Eyed White Dragon that they were willing to tear open half of the card packs.
However, these people didn’t know that the invincible god card they were so eagerly pursuing would beco outdated in the next version.
combat power?
Haha, that would beco nothing but a joke!
Mosquito had already imagined what a card with 10,000 combat power would look like.
He was even considering adding several Army units of the Alliance to the card packs!
In a little while, the tavern’s main hall was filled with the sounds of card-playing and the shouts of Wasteland Wanderers.
Flipping through the stack of colorful cards in his hand, Tang Feng remarked with a touch of emotion.
"I don’t understand why such an interesting thing didn’t beco popular in Ideal City."
This kind of small but exquisite ga was indeed rare on Endpoint Cloud, where virtual worlds as big as entire planets, albeit vast, felt sowhat empty.
It would be even better if they could make the battles into virtual reality scenes.
Like using holographic computers to project the combat scenes and skill effects or sothing.
Mosquito, who was busy counting money at the next table, chuckled and said.
"I told you, my brother isn’t cut out for business; the era of just selling products is long gone. Marketing is not only about strategy but also about telling stories."
Tang Feng was montarily stunned.
"Telling stories?"
Shuffling the cards in his hands, Mosquito leisurely said.
"Exactly, like today, a round of Gwent successfully prevented internal conflict between the Army and the Corporate Allied Forces... How do you like that story?"
He paused, then cast his ambitious gaze out the window.
"Speaking of which, this village doesn’t seem to have a na yet... ’Unknown Village’ sounds too bland; how about we call it ’Gwent Town’?"
Or maybe Gwenton would be nice too.
Before, this place seed to be called sothing like ’Fu Villa,’ also a monosyllabic na.
Hearing these profound words, Tang Feng was taken aback for a mont and then it dawned on him.
Damn.
Were they being used as pawns all this ti?!
...
While the distant tavern not far from the front line was bustling with noise, the faraway Broken Blade Mountain was eerily silent, with only unmanned drones quietly spying from the sky.
The middle-aged man wrapped in a white cloak gazed towards Black Cloud Mountain in the distance, his face revealing no emotion.
No one could "see" his face anyway.
Except for his own kind—
The "Human Emperor" standing behind him.
That is, if he could still be considered human.
"Too weak..."
The Beast King spoke softly, with his back turned to his colleague who had also ascended to heaven.
"At this rate, even without the flying beasts developed by Luo Gan, those green-skin mutants with stronger regenerative powers alone could hold them at bay here."
He was never good at naming, especially after he had forsworn his own na.
Terms like green-skin mutants and goblins, he had picked up from those players who fought against the mutants.
But that didn’t hinder anything.
Nas were just tags, after all. Everything would start anew once heaven descended.
"...These weak and incompetent creatures have stayed in the cradle for too long and have forgotten how to hunt."
"They have already experienced the cruelty of the universe at South Gate Two, yet they still babble incessantly over trivial matters."
"Entrusting the fragile destiny of humanity to such weaklings is a sure sign that our future is truly at an end."
"I think you are quite right." The Human Emperor seed uninterested in the topic. He was only here to deliver goods and incidentally, to appreciate the scenery and check on the state of the northern defenses.
If Ten Peaks Mountain couldn’t hold, he would have to make so early preparations within his own parish.
The Beast King looked back at him.
"What about the south?"
The Human Emperor answered calmly.
"Alzu is dawdling. The apostles under his control don’t entirely listen to him. It might take a little more ti."
There was no change in the Beast King’s expression, but his matter-of-fact tone carried a hint of faint mockery.
"I’ve always said that Sanctuary No.2 couldn’t be reliable. Only by shedding the flesh can one transcend human limitations and ascend to another dinsion."
In fact, Luo Gan’s failure was due to his incomplete ascension; a sliver of humanity still lingered in his sea of consciousness, leading him to treat the ugly child of an Old Human as an extension of his superior life form.
This was an unforgivable mistake.
Several key moves had gone awry due to that montary weakness.
Had he initiated the heavenly domain sooner and turned it into a world like Haiya Province before the Alliance acted, they wouldn’t have had to engage with the Alliance so close to Ten Peaks Mountain.
After pondering for a while, the Human Emperor said softly,
"Saint Heir surely has his considerations. Perhaps he finds Alzu’s rhetoric more appealing. I believe it is a purely rational decision, so there’s no need to worry."
One or two failures were not unacceptable and didn’t signify anything.
The evolution of life is achieved through a succession of "mistakes."
They had enough examples to prove that expecting to "step into the sky" in one go was unrealistic.
Unfailingly, the only destination such a path led to was hell, and a price not paid now would have to be paid in the future.
The Beast King frowned but said nothing, simply turning his gaze toward the northern peaks.
"Perhaps."
He couldn’t quite agree with the Human Emperor’s words, but this wasn’t a pressing matter.
Rather than reaching a consensus on such irrelevant details, what he cared about most at the mont was the present.
He believed that while they were busy preparing for war, the other side was also anxiously getting ready for the upcoming battles, ticulously considering their next move.
It was a pity that the "Holy Land" relied on relay servers to transmit information, and synchronization had to be achieved through them. Otherwise, he would have really liked to send a couple of agents to see what those Old Humans had prepared these past few days...
"Don’t worry about my side. You’d better urge Alzu to hurry up; we can’t wait forever."
The Human Emperor nodded slightly, his figure gradually fading.
"I will."
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