AWB Chapter 1710 If I Don't Give Up
Chapter 1710 If I Don't Give Up
Chapter 1710 If I Don't Give Up
In the antlion clan, corpses were strewn across the field at this time, and in the empty yellow sand, there was only one old antlion standing there.
There was terrifying anger in its eyes, "Witch God Tribe..."
Chu Zihang, who was on the way back, paused, "It seems that the power of this prop is limited after all, and it cannot kill the power of the Shinto."
His death note is in the supreme world, and with the help of Lu Chen's bunch of small worlds, he went to kill evil creatures and brushed it to the avenue level, plus the avenue-level small judge pen made by Eriyi.
In terms of the ability to kill enemies from a distance, there has indeed been a dramatic improvement, but facing the strong, it is really a bit difficult to kill with this kind of routine.
It seems that Li Tianlu's information was wrong. The patriarch of the Ant Lion Clan has not just stepped into the realm of the divine way, but has already achieved certain Taoism.
"Boss, are you really all right? The patriarch of the Ant Lion Clan is very strong, why don't we take the people from the tribe and run away? Anyway, we have killed enough this time, so there is no shame in running away."
Li Tianlu was worried, and felt that Chu Zihang just wrote a few words in his notebook, which was not enough to get everything done.
He was sure that Chu Zihang was not among the top [-] existences in the Void Arena, and his comprehensive attributes definitely did not enter the realm of the divine way. If the patriarch of the ant lion tribe attacked, no one in the witch god tribe would survive.
"There are indeed some small mistakes. The ant lion patriarch is not dead, he is coming here."
Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.
Li Tianlu was shocked, because listening to Chu Zihang's words, it seemed that the other existences of the Antlion Clan were already dead, "Big, big brother, you just killed all... the Antlion Clan?"
He is also in the space, and he has done a lot of extermination of the clan. After all, it is extremely stupid to mix in the mission world, especially for ninth-level explorers who often stay in one world for a long time.
It is not that there are no explorers in history who, because of their soft-heartedness, do the kind of "only kill the evil" and let the young people of a race go. As a result, among those young people, there are existences similar to the Son of Destiny. Kill him before the mission world.
There are also cases where, although the remaining members of that clan did not appear peerless powerhouses anymore, they hid behind the scenes and colluded with other powerhouses, stirring up wind and rain, and finally killed the explorer.
In this complicated world, there are thousands of races, and it is very simple to take advantage of the situation. If you are careless and let go of some hidden dangers, the other party may make a comeback in the future, so it is necessary to cut the grass and roots.
But for Li Tianlu, the ant lion tribe also has hundreds of millions of creatures, and all of them are killed. He has never carried out such a large-scale massacre.
Oh, it can't be said that there is no such thing. In the past, when he fought in some weak worlds, he didn't know how many star fields were destroyed in the aftermath of his battles. Among them, tens of billions of creatures were killed or injured on the source of life, but he didn't care.
Because he couldn't see it, and he wouldn't investigate afterwards. If he had a clear understanding of the existence of a race, and killed them all, it would be a different feeling.
Human beings are such contradictory creatures. They have to be and stand at the same time, and they will find psychological comfort for themselves. They will feel guilty when facing some small things, and feel that it doesn’t matter when facing some more tragic things because they are far away from them. , obviously that may also be caused by oneself.
But Li Tianlu doesn't hate himself like this. On the contrary, he thinks that he can have these emotions, and it shows that he has the characteristics of a normal person, which is a good thing.
To kill a race like Chu Zihang with a blank face, he thinks that is already the realm of the gods, what a terrible man.
"What, is there something wrong?"
Chu Zihang said lightly, he would also feel awkward in his heart, but he is the most aware of the dangers of this era.
They are already mortal enemies. If their team does not have absolute force in this era, they must be killed, otherwise they will not know how many enemies are shadowing them in the dark.
As early as the last time he came to this world, he had already made relevant awareness, but in the end he didn't help Brother Lu. This time he has a deeper awareness. Even if he wants to overthrow the world, he must help Brother Lu complete that. thing.
For this reason, once an enemy like the Antlion decides to attack, he will not show any mercy.
"No... I just feel that the boss is so calm and has a strong heart."
Li Tianlu expressed emotion from the bottom of his heart, because Chu Zihang's expression never changed, which meant that he did not hesitate at all, "But since the patriarch of the Ant Lion Clan has not fallen, does that mean that its strength is higher than that of the boss?"
Chu Zihang nodded, "The Death Note can't kill him, so I'm afraid that if I fight him head-on, I will lose instantly."
Li Tianlu was a little flustered at this time, "The big guy is still so calm, there must be some powerful backhand, right? Can you kill it?"
After Li Tianlu finished speaking, he felt that his words were inappropriate. The words of "death to it" seemed to be insulting to the boss, but he couldn't change his words.
But when he saw Chu Zihang, he shook his head again, "At present, there is no way to kill it. According to the feedback from Death Note, his comprehensive attribute is probably as high as 324 points. I don't have time to arrange it for me. We can only solve it with strength."
"Then what are you waiting for, tell everyone in the tribe to run away!?"
Li Tianlu was desperate when he heard the words. If he hadn't really developed feelings for the Wushen tribe, he would have run away long ago, so why would he have waited until now.
But he also understood that if the boss in front of him had enough time to make arrangements, he could kill the antlion patriarch, but now the antlion patriarch probably has already directly killed him.
"It's okay, someone will take care of it."
Chu Zihang walked in the void calmly, not seeming nervous at all.
"Who else is there? I don't remember that among the group of people like us who entered, there are any Shinto-level powerhouses who are willing to help us."
Li Tianlu wondered, they came to this world together back then, and they have seen each other on the Void Platform. The strongest of them do have the power of the divine way, but they are all from other dimensions, and they are all lonely lone rangers. The world is in chaos here, and he can't get online at all.
As for the strong human race in this world, there is only one legendary Emperor Wu, and it is not certain whether that Emperor Wu is a human race. If it is a human race, why hasn't he come to help the human race for so many years?
In short, he felt that no one could count on him.
At this time, the two of them had already returned to the tribe. Seeing the presence of the old god Chu Zihang, Li Tianlu couldn't hold back anymore, turned and left.
"Where are you going?"
Chu Zihang asked calmly. He was holding a tablet at this time, recording some key points of intelligence in this world for analysis.
"I don't have the strength of a big brother, nor do I have the courage to kill hundreds of millions of creatures without changing your face, nor do I have the courage to sit and wait for death. I want to lead people away, so just laugh if you want to."
Li Tianlu turned his back to Chu Zihang and said, he walked out of the tent and shouted to the people in the Wushen tribe, "The chief of the ant lion clan is about to attack, come with me if you want to survive, I will lead you to escape!"
"idiot."
Inside the tent, Chu Zihang said in a low voice, but an ugly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "But I don't hate it."
The tribe of witch gods was already in turmoil at this time, men, women and children were panic-stricken. Is that the patriarch of the ant lion tribe, the strongest creature on the edge of the southern border of the Great Desolate Continent, coming to massacre the largest gathering place of the human race?
People gathered in a panic, all wanting to board a wooden boat that Li Tianlu took out, but in the end they didn't give in to each other.
"Tianlu, take the children and run away, I won't leave."
An old man withdrew from the crowd, yelling, and more and more people left, just to get the children under ten on board.
"Brother Tianlu, didn't you always say that our tribe of witch gods will gradually grow stronger, and one day we won't have to be afraid of the ant lion tribe?"
A child asked innocently after boarding the boat.
"Yeah, brother Tianlu, don't you always say that you are the man who is going to become the king of people, and will dominate the southern border in the future and revive the prestige of the human race? Why are we running away?"
A little girl asked puzzledly.
Obviously, Li Tianlu has a high reputation in the Wushen tribe, especially popular with the children, because he often brags to the children and tells stories outside the mountains.
Another crying child was sent to the boat by his family. He cried loudly: "I don't want to be separated from my father and mother. If I run away, I will die and I will never see you again."
The scene was full of children's cries. Parents bid farewell to their children with tears in their eyes. There were also calm elderly people urging, "Hurry up, don't let this child Tianlu fall here too."
"As long as our witch god tribe still has seeds, it will be able to prosper again, and one day we will regain the glory of the ancient times. Priest Tianlu, let's take the children and go, it's too late."
Some old tribal elders shouted that this is only the scene of the central gathering place of the witch god tribe.
However, the people in the more peripheral areas, even after receiving Li Tianlu's notice, were unable to rush to the central area to board the boat. They also knew that Li Tianlu could not take away many people, so they could only hug their family members and wait for death to come.
But no matter whether people were crying or laughing, lamenting or cursing, no one complained about the chief.
Everyone knew that today was the day to pay the poll tax, but the chief didn't choose a candidate today, and many people already noticed that the atmosphere was not right.
Now that the war really started, even though the ending is that they will usher in death, many people are inexplicably relaxed.
Perhaps it would be better to die standing with your family than to wait for yourself, or for your loved ones who don’t know that one day they will be selected as a poll tax for the ant lions.
Li Tianlu looked at all kinds of beings in the Wushen Tribe, and couldn't help but get wet at the corners of his eyes in his long life, "Why don't you blame the chief, why don't you blame me! Obviously we screwed up!"
He roared loudly, as if he was questioning everyone, but also as if he was questioning himself. In the end, his voice became weak. hope!"
An old man from the witch god tribe, with white hair all over his head, climbed the ladder tremblingly, came to the roof, sat there and looked at the sunset in the distance, "Tianlu, in this world, the human race really has Hope? We are just worthless, old man, I have been thinking about it for many years, and I don’t know what the ancestors did wrong to make us suffer such punishment..."
He said with emotion: "On the most barren land, we have been destroyed all the methods of inheritance, fighting against the sky, fighting against nature, and facing the ravages of all races. Everyone has been dreaming for many years, but we have never seen it." Seeing the reappearance of the ancient glory, instead of waiting for the silence of death in the dark, maybe it would be a good result to sleep peacefully in the afterglow of the setting sun."
Yes, the Witch God Tribe has suffered too much these years, and other small gathering places on the Great Desolate Continent are also miserable. They are treated as slaves and livestock, rations for various tribes, or played around like ants, and finally trampled to death.
People in the Wushen tribe can barely live, but their children cannot get a good education, and people have no way to practice, and they rely on their own groping. Tens of thousands of people die of starvation every year, far exceeding the so-called poll tax.
Are they waiting for the glory of the ancient times, are they waiting for the answer to the truth of the ancient times?Maybe not, I just want to have a full mouthful of food in a peaceful daily life, and be able to enjoy the spring sunshine to the fullest, without worrying about being trampled to death by a strong man who suddenly passes by.
This is a very simple wish, but it cannot be realized in such a cruel world. Just because their ancestors committed a great crime, are they going to suffer such hardships?
"Coming! Am I slow!?"
Li Tianlu turned his head suddenly, because he felt a powerful aura coming from a distance, swallowing the sky and the earth, darkening the entire valley.
He immediately operated the treasure ship, intending to take the crowd away, but found that the whole world was locked by an invisible energy.
The yellow sand was blowing all over the sky, taking away the water in the valley, the trees were drying up, people were trembling, and some tremblingly stretched out their hands to the sky, begging for someone's forgiveness.
"Humble human race, dare to use witchcraft to kill hundreds of millions of my descendants, let your blood wash away your sins."
Behind the yellow sand all over the sky, there is a shadow that covers the sky and the sun, and the voice of the ant lion patriarch spread across the mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of miles, with majestic rage.
Chu Zihang walked out of the tent. Under the huge aura, his face remained calm, and he waved his hands to protect a piece of land, protecting people from the erosion of yellow sand.
"Oh? The chief of the witch god has reached this level, no wonder he can kill my descendants with witchcraft spells."
The figure behind the yellow sand said, "If you are enduring for an era, maybe you really have hope to turn around, but unfortunately you can't hold your breath, so let's kill you today."
Li Tianlu hurriedly took the children and set sail, wanting to escape to a distant place.
On the other hand, the old man on the roof had tears in his eyes, holding a jug of old wine, took a sip tremblingly, and said, "If all races abandon it, if the world abandons it, why would it be difficult to abandon it?"
He laughed maniacally, tears came out of his eyes.
If you don't return to the dust, you will end the fate of your family.
"What if I don't give up?"
At this moment, a male voice sounded from heaven and earth, using the ancient language of the human race.
"Who!?"
The ant lion patriarch exclaimed, because he hadn't noticed that a strong man was coming.
The owner of that voice didn't reply him, but the dark knife light flickered, and the yellow sand in the sky stopped.
(End of this chapter)