Chapter 935

Killing seemed to be an eternal theme, as well as the daily life of the listeners.

Just like how people invented "cockfighting", "dog-fighting", and even "underground boxing markets", as well as the ancient Roman dueling arenas, creatures who thought themselves to be superior always had a natural desire to control those they thought were inferior. They wanted to gain a sense of satisfaction by manipulating their lives and destinies.

This was like the food chain, the instinct of life.

This was human nature, and also the common trait of all living things.

For the first time, Lord Zeng felt that the hatchet in his hand was so heavy. He could not remember how many times he had waved it, or how many times he had exchanged blows with the Qin army.

Numbness.

Weariness.

Helplessness.

This emotion began to spread throughout the battlefield.

This was a boring massacre without any real benefits, a massacre simulated for the sake of killing.

Finally, a long dagger-axe blocked Lord Zeng's chopper. Then, a long sword swept across, and Lord Zeng was sent flying. Had it not been for his tough body, he would have been cut in half at the waist. Even now, there was a deep wound on his abdomen, revealing the bone.

Lord Zeng took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. Facing the Qin army's formation, he felt a wave of hesitation, as if he was facing an insurmountable natural moat.

He was not Yu Gong. In fact, if Yu Gong had not been sent by the Celestial Emperor to the mortal world, he would not have been able to move the mountain.

The battle around him was still going on. Lord Zeng did not rest for long. He merely glanced at Fatso and the others who were still setting up the formation behind him, and immediately raised his hatchet and charged forward.

The broadcast had chosen a suitable opponent, or in other words, simulated the strength of the opponent this group of people could handle. Coupled with their conscious cooperation, they would not collapse instantly, nor would they be crushed. However, it would still be a long stalemate if they wanted to defeat their opponents.

Hilles seemed to be the most elegant person in this battle. This was a dull and cruel slaughter, but to him, it was like he was drawing an oil painting in front of the Seine River. He appeared very light and graceful, and his two longswords danced in the air from time to time, creating a beautiful scene that resembled a lotus pond after a rain.

However, the Qin army's spear formation was like a porcupine, causing Sills to be unable to finish his finishing touch. All of his attacks and efforts seemed to be ineffective, but Sills still managed to stabilize his state of mind and continued to display his elegance.

After the second round of formation was set up, Tyrant and Fatty activated the formation together to welcome back their teammates who were fighting in the front line.

Hill's two long swords unleashed a towering waterfall and swept down. He was in charge of bringing up the rear, while the others retreated into the formation.

This close combat battle came to an end for the time being.

On the other side of the formation, the Qin army started to clean up the corpses of their comrades or heal their injuries. On the other side of the formation, many of the audience members were also making the best use of their time to recover.

No one spoke, and no one wanted to speak.

Fatso didn't know why such emotions were spreading. He couldn't figure it out, but even he, who had always called himself a social butterfly, seemed a little mischievous at this moment.

Tyrant sat cross-legged to recover his mental strength. Setting up the formation continuously was a huge drain on his energy, but he had to do it. Otherwise, with the endurance of the Qin army and the endurance of their formation, the other side would definitely be the last one to persevere in a stalemate.

Hill vaguely felt like a leader, but he only issued orders during the battle. He didn't see himself as a leader during normal times, and he couldn't be bothered to play this role. After all, the leader of a group of desperadoes was usually the first to die.

"Woo woo woo …"

The Qin army's bugle sounded again, indicating that they were about to start the second round of attack.

Lord Zeng looked at the wound on his abdomen. Due to the residual energy from the Qin soldiers' swords, it was recovering very slowly. He was surprised that the Qin army could organize a second round of attack so quickly.

"Thump thump thump … Thump thump thump thump …"

It was the sound of hooves.

A group of about thirty cavalrymen came whistling from the top of the canyon in the distance. Their armor was very simple, and even their horses were not armored.

"Cavalry?" Fatso scratched his head. "Not only did the Qin soldiers go there themselves, they even brought their warhorses with them?"

"That's not a war horse." Lord Zeng's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's a demon soul refined from the blood of a demonic beast and injected into the body of a warhorse to mutate into another kind of creature. There are records of this in the Tantric Buddhism. Legend has it that an eminent monk of the Tantric Buddhism once cultivated such a creature. However, it was too harmful to the harmony of the heavens and there was a huge flaw in it. This was because the art was already incomplete and was only mastered by the Qi Practitioners of the Pre-Qin Dynasty …. "

At this point, Lord Zeng suddenly understood something and said, "If those Qin soldiers had used the resources from that world, it's not impossible for them to have refined these warhorses to increase their strength."

"Xu Fu went east. If Xu Fu is there, it's indeed very possible." The monk also spoke at this moment. "Legend has it that Xu Fu brought five hundred virgin boys and girls overseas to establish a country of his own. Putting aside the authenticity of this legend, at least it shows that Xu Fu is not a pure necromancer. He has his own ideas.

Now it seems that we're facing a situation where one side is losing and the other side is gaining.

The listeners of the broadcast have basically eliminated the peak powers of that world. The Qin army in that world can almost be called the king of the world. They can completely use the resources of the entire world to develop and arm themselves. They can even do it by hook or by crook, regardless of the cost.

As for the broadcast, because they can no longer recruit new experiencers, the trend of strength between the two sides is indeed reversed. "

After the previous battle, there were less than forty people left in the phalanx of the Qin soldiers. Now that a new group of cavalrymen had joined as a fresh force, the originally low morale of the listeners had fallen even further.

If it wasn't for the fact that the purpose of the broadcast was to simulate the world, some of them might have simply given up. If they did not do it now, it would be equivalent to sending themselves to death in that world in the future. Everyone understood this principle.

At this moment, Hillston walked to the side of the monk and said, "Later, I'll go with you to break the enemy's formation. If we don't break the formation, it'll be too difficult to fight."

The monk did not ask why Hillston chose him. He immediately nodded and said, "Alright."

The cavalrymen's charge came in the blink of an eye. These warhorses galloped in the air. Although there were only about thirty of them, it created the feeling of tens of thousands of horses galloping. Fortunately, this group of cavalrymen were not strong. Half of them were low-level, and the other half only had the strength of a half-advanced listener.

"Get up!"

Hillston shouted.

Everyone stood up once again. While the formation was being attacked by the cavalries, the Qin infantry had regrouped into their battle formation and were charging towards them.

A new round of slaughter was about to begin.

But no one knew.

This drill …

When would it end?

…

"Is this the answer you're going to give me?" Su Yuhang stood up. Su Bai could not see his expression, nor could he figure out his expression. He knew that it was impossible for the other party to come to him and try to convince him with the so-called friendship, family, and other things.

Su Bai believed that Su Bai knew this as well.

"Everyone has a purpose in their actions. Even if they do it aimlessly, aimlessness is also a kind of purpose," Su Yuhang said slowly. "We're all fated quails. We don't have the right to choose for ourselves. At the very least, we can't choose according to our preferences.

I will inform your friends of the content of our conversation today. When the time comes, you can be prepared to deal with their choices. "

"How despicable." Su Bai laughed and spat out these two words.

"The waves lapping against the beach, the tides rising and falling. This is a phenomenon that humans can't stop. I know what you're thinking, and I know your hatred for me. I don't care, and I don't care.

I've taken over a game of chess that has been set to a dead end by someone else. If I want to save this game of chess, I'm bound to spend more effort.

In fact …

I can change the rules of the chessboard. "

"But if that's the case, this game of chess will lose the meaning of winning or losing." Su Bai looked at Su Yuhang. "Is this the reason why you've been appearing recently to change things? In the past, the broadcast wouldn't have done this. "

"It's precisely because it didn't know how to do so that things became like this. Then, it didn't want to do it anymore, so it threw the mess to me. Actually, even I don't know how Alissanda managed to guide that cold and beautiful consciousness into what it is today.

You're right. If I change the rules of the chessboard without permission, then winning or losing will lose the meaning.

But this can at least ensure that I won't lose. "

Su Yuhang turned around and looked at Su Bai. He looked at his son and smiled.

"You can go back and ask your son. I know you love him very much. In this regard, you've done better than me. We can't undo what happened to you anymore, but at least we can create a good environment for the next generation.

When he grows up, he can be a powerhouse, a scholar, or even a sect in another world. He can even create his own king. He can also herd cattle and live a carefree life.

He hasn't grown up yet. He still has a future.

As a father, I've failed in my duty. You still have a chance. "

"Isn't it good to be a human being?" Su Bai suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Isn't it good to be a human being?" Su Bai glanced at Su Yuhang. He couldn't even be bothered to say sarcastic words now. "You're free and unrestrained. You have friends and family. There are people who care about you. There are people who are really considerate of you. Isn't it good to be a human being?

Look at you now.

You're not a human.

You're not a ghost.

You're shameless enough to face me, your son, and you still have to pretend to be warm and reserved, using the words' fatherly love 'to persuade me.

And let yourself.

You think it's disgusting, right? "

"A little." Su Yuhang admitted it generously. "But your answer isn't important in this conversation between me and you, right?"