At this time, it was already the fourth day since the monsters entered the city. A faint light appeared in the sky, and the city of Weijing was in a state of stalemate. In the innermost layer, there was a mix of alien monsters and humans that were air-dropped in. The next layer was surrounded by major armies attacking inward, while the outermost layer was filled with alien monsters and humans coming from all directions, interspersed with various ferocious beasts and monsters, such as infected zombies and dark wanderers.
It was now impossible to determine who was attacking, but the purpose was clearly evident. Both sides wanted to destroy each other, while Mount Zhanshen was peaceful. After bathing and changing clothes, Mas Walk put on a simple golden robe and sat cross-legged on a clean large stone, with the Xuanyuan Xiayu sword on his knees, sitting with his eyes closed. The morning dew could not touch him at all. Occasionally, the sounds of sporadic artillery and gunfire from Weijing City could be heard, and today's battle was the true life-and-death struggle for humanity.
Morton Walk lay drunkenly on the courtyard's stone slabs, obviously hungover, muttering incomprehensible words and names in his mouth: "Barrett, Muse, when will you come to see me..." The sun leaped up, the sky was as blue as washed, and the newborn sun immediately dispelled the cold, shining warmly on him. He suddenly sat up, his eyes lifeless, and then pointed and laughed towards the outside of the house.
"You've lost!" Suddenly, Danus Leopold calmly walked up to Mount Zhanshen and said to the war god Mas Walk, who was sitting there cross-legged.
"A decisive battle! You came alone? You really underestimate me!" Mas Walk opened his eyes, and his mood before the decisive battle was as calm as a lake, but unfortunately, he had not yet recovered to his peak state. He did not know what it would feel like to take that step.
"It seems that you haven't lost yet! Just like a game of chess, as long as Matthew is not dead, everything can be reversed." Looking at the calm appearance of the war god Mas Walk, Danus Leopold reached out, and suddenly the scattered sunlight seemed to gather together. His figure became golden like a Buddha, and a strong wind suddenly blew, catching countless shadows that drifted and merged into Danus Leopold's back. His ordinary white silk practice clothes suddenly changed, and a large white cloak billowed behind him, his appearance also changed, making it unclear, as if he had disappeared into the mist, giving a majestic impression.
Mas Walk laughed loudly, his voice could change the color of the mountains and rivers, rolling like thunder and tiger roars. A gust of wind blew Danus Leopold's strong wind, and the surrounding trees fell with the wind. Mas Walk suddenly had a dozen long silver needles in his hand, and they were inserted into various points on his body, corresponding to the major constellations in the sky.
"Stealing the heavenly mechanism is not as solid as having the heavenly mechanism. Let's use just one move!" Danus Leopold, or he should not be called Danus Leopold, but rather the father god! Or some other name. He raised a golden light in his hand, and a huge golden vortex appeared in the sky. He suddenly took a step forward, and the world changed color, countless golden lights instantly enveloped everything.
If Mas Walk really thought it was just golden light, he might have died long ago. Seeing the rapidly enveloping light, this was his Dao, and it was what he truly achieved after taking that step. The last time he only used the light sword and ended up crippling himself, and even after fifteen years, his body had not recovered. But at this moment, he used the power of the Dao. Mas Walk struggled to break free, but found himself only able to watch helplessly. Even if he used the last layer of the Golden Needle technique in "Swallowing the Heavens and Devouring the Earth," he still felt powerless. Was this the difference of just a half step? Mas Walk fell, after all, he was only half a god, but there were no visible wounds on him at this time, yet he was rapidly aging. If he died, the Federation would perish!
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Everything dissipated as if it had never happened. He walked to Mas Walk's side and sat down, his body still seeming illusory and joyless, not because he was on guard against Mas Walk, but because it was always so. Looking at Mas Walk's aging face, he shook his head slightly and said, "You could have become a god like me, but why are you so stubborn!"
"Have you been lonely for too long?" The two of them seemed like old friends of decades, as Mas Walker joked. Perhaps only by truly becoming a god could they understand the loneliness in their hearts, and Mas Walker was the only one who had touched the threshold. Perhaps this was what it took to become his friend! A pained expression appeared on his face. After becoming the war god revered by humanity, he had been striving towards this goal for more than a decade, abstaining from women and alcohol. Until today, when everything he had built on the path was destroyed by the person in front of him. The surrounding time accelerated, constantly aging, and he felt the urge to have a drink and smoke. He said with a bitter face, "Now that I look back, I realize I'm not worthy of anyone, the only one suffering is myself!"
"Yes, I see, but they don't understand. You want a drink, I'll go get one for you!" Watching Morton Walker drinking not far away, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Perhaps in front of Morton Walker, the enemy he had elevated himself, he only had such emotions. Even if just a little, it made him feel infinitely more excited than girls or even strong drugs.
He quickly walked towards Morton Walker, not caring about how dirty the bottle of alcohol in his hand was. He grabbed it and also took out the cigarettes from his pocket, then walked back to Mas Walker. He said softly, "I hope you can still make it in time!" He bit his finger, dropping a drop of golden blood into the bottle, and with a flash of gold, handed it to Mas Walker.
Mas Walker took it, but did not refuse. He took a sip, and the golden liquid passed through his throat. After drinking it, he seemed to feel a little better. His face was almost filled with wrinkles, and he asked softly, "Was all of this made from your blood?"
"Yes, it's the blood of a god. It depends on how they use it. Those who can bear this blessing become 'gods', and those who cannot become zombies. But even I didn't expect Barrett Walker to be able to bear it. You have a good grandson."
"Did she really die?"
"She did. This was the condition for letting humanity grow for fifteen years."
"Is it really that the grand scheme is ruthless?"
"It's not the grand scheme being ruthless, it's just fate."
"I understand." Mas Walker took another sip of the alcohol. His aging had slowed down, and at this point, neither of them spoke. They just waited quietly, waiting for what they considered to be their inevitable fate.
Morton Walker, who was intoxicated by this, raised his hand to take a sip of alcohol, but there was nothing there. He opened his sleepy eyes, looked at his hand, and then at the bottle of alcohol in Mas Walker's hand not far away before lying back down.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky in amazement. The excitement on his face was no longer hidden. "It's really here."
Boom! The sky, which should have been cloudless for thousands of miles, suddenly became filled with dark clouds, accompanied by earth-shattering thunder. The thunder was urgent and fierce, constantly exploding, very strange. The clouds were very heavy and quickly surged towards the city of Wei Jing.
At this time, for some reason, the war in Wei Jing City seemed to have entered its decisive battle. Almost all of humanity's forces were invested here, and there were no fresh troops left. The most dazzling among them were the group led by the deans and teachers of the War God Academy, like a drill, constantly breaking through the defense lines occupied by the extraterrestrial monsters, driving them to the center of the city. Finally, they won the chance for humanity to battle. As long as the extraterrestrial monsters in the city were wiped out, humanity could free up its hands to deal with the extraterrestrial monsters outside the city. It seemed that they had already seen hope.