At a certain exchange station on the Road of the Gods.
A large number of elites were gathered here. Everyone had the same goal, which was to obtain the title of Starlord as soon as possible.
An exchange station was like a world of its own. Here, people could learn, trade, drink, fight, and do anything they could.
In a remote mountain forest, several Divine Race warriors were talking to each other. Perhaps they were plotting something that couldn't be revealed. While talking, they were also looking around vigilantly.
"These damned humans. They're not easy to deal with. Their methods are despicable and vicious. They made us waste so many tracking scrolls and didn't manage to kill many humans."
"That's right. The orders from above are for us to kill as many humans as possible and prevent any of them from obtaining the title of Starlord. Looks like we won't be able to complete this mission."
"Then what should we do? With this result, we'll definitely be severely punished. "
The Protoss warriors were a little depressed. Nearly ten thousand humans had suddenly come to the Road of the Gods. The Protoss had observed this situation and decided to intercept and kill a portion of them.
However, it was not easy to carry out the interception. This time, the humans who had come were all freaks. They were cruel, cunning, and knew dark magic.
In short, Three Lives had suddenly thought of something and brought the most unconventional humans. They could even be said to be the worst group of people. These people had been in the darkest corner of the Milky Way for many years. None of them were easy to deal with. The Protoss warriors were speechless.
A Protoss warrior with a goatee seemed to be the leader of this group. After everyone complained, they stopped talking and looked at him.
"Seems like that's the only way." "Let's give up on the idea of killing the human warriors for now. Let's first choose the weakest among them with Job Skills and defeat them."
"You're saying that we should secretly find their Profession Skill Users, then use Marking Scrolls and Group Teleportation Scrolls to kill them one by one?"
"That's what I mean." The goatee man nodded. "Otherwise, we really won't be able to explain this to the higher-ups. If we do it according to my plan, we can at least report to the higher-ups that we killed all the human Pharmacists on the Road of the Gods, causing none of them to obtain the title of Starlord."
"That sounds better. Maybe the higher-ups won't hold us accountable."
Everyone nodded. To put it bluntly, the Protector's strategy was to create a massacre so that all the humans who possessed the skills of a certain profession would be killed.
"I'm afraid the pharmacists won't be able to do it. As far as I know, there are fifty to sixty human pharmacists. All of them are experts in using poison and poisoning. We might even be poisoned to death before we can kill them."
"How about mechanical engineers? They definitely don't have the ability to fight. "
"That's even more impossible. Engineers have never been a threat to us. Besides, if the higher-ups knew that we used so many points to exchange for a large-area teleportation scroll, we'd be laughed at for killing a bunch of powerless Mechanical Engineers. It has to be a supporting class that can threaten us." "That's right.
The Protoss Warriors were starting to feel troubled again. The Sniper Warriors were definitely out of the question because they couldn't beat the Protoss Warriors. If a group of Warriors with such ruthless attacks gathered together, it was hard to say who would be the one to kill who. The other threatening quasi-combat professions weren't easy to deal with either.
"I know. We can kill all the human Beast Tamers! As far as I know, the human Beast Tamers are the least here. There are only ten of them. Although they have genebeasts to help them fight, there are only ten of them! We have the confidence to kill these Beast Tamers. "
"That's a good idea. Although the Beast Tamers' genebeasts are powerful, they still need time to release the monsters hidden in their spatial tools. We can carefully plan a hunt and win with speed. Before they release their genebeasts, we can kill them all!"
"Yes. Killing all the Beast Tamers will be easier for us to explain to the higher-ups. After all, Beast Tamers are one of the more threatening professions among the supporting professions. They are ranked just below the pharmacists."
The Protoss Warriors thought about it and felt that killing all the Beast Tamers was more feasible. Five to six thousand human Warriors were out of the question, and they didn't dare to touch the fifty or sixty pharmacists who could use poison. It seemed that the Beast Tamers were the only pushovers. There were only ten of them, and they could be easily bullied.
"Alright, let's split up and exchange for the scrolls we need. Then, we'll find the human Beast Tamers and send them on their way!" the Goatee Warrior said.
.....
Han Lang finally arrived at the starting point of the Path of Gods, the first exchange station.
This was the setup of the Path of Gods. First, there would be a seventy-two-hour survival test. After passing the test, he would enter the first exchange station. Then, Han Lang would receive missions in the first exchange station, and he could freely trade and chat with others.
If Han Lang completed enough missions, he would come to the second exchange station, all the way to the ninth exchange station.
The ninth exchange station was the end of the first stage of the Path of Gods. If Han Lang successfully reached the ninth exchange station, he would have to fight hard to obtain the title of Starlord.
If Han Lang successfully obtained the title of Starlord and logged into the Path of Gods again, he would advance to the higher second stage and work hard to obtain the title of Galactic Member.
Why do people have to walk on this seemingly endless road?
It was very simple. It was because of benefits, ultimate benefits that could not be resisted!
With the title of Starlord, Han Lang could exchange for more advanced technology and martial arts techniques. These advanced technologies would be brought back to Earth by Han Lang to arm the Earth Army and the robot army.
The further Han Lang walked on the Path of the Gods, the greater the benefits he and the Earth behind him would obtain. This was the temptation of the Path of the Gods.
Of course, there were also people with serious curiosity who hoped to know where the end of the Path of Gods was. Idiots like the Three Addicts did not care about anything. They just wanted to obtain more things that interested them. These goals would support people to keep moving forward on the Path of Gods.
Swoosh ~
A light flashed, and the ultra-long distance teleportation ended. Han Lang opened the molecular cabin and saw the full view of the first exchange station.
He saw a stone forest. The black stones were as tall as a person, and there were countless of them.
Each stone had a palm imprint on it. As long as one's palm was near the imprint, the mission would immediately begin.
The Path of Gods seemed to have rules, but in reality, there were no rules. No one knew what kind of mission they would receive. It seemed like all the missions were randomly generated. The Path of Gods was very capricious, and the distribution of missions depended entirely on one's mood.
It was said that there were warriors who received missions to manufacture drugs, apothecaries who received missions to forge, and blacksmiths who received missions to combine genebeasts.
According to Three Lives, the Path of Gods had a pair of invisible eyes that were always staring at you. Moreover, the owner of this pair of eyes was temperamental. If he did not like you, he would arrange some difficult missions for you. You should not complain, because there was no use complaining.
At this moment, there were many people in the exchange station. A large portion of them were humans and Protoss.
This was the setting of the Path of Gods. During the phase of fighting for the title of Starlord, one would encounter opponents from several dozen star sectors nearby. When it came to fighting for the title of Galactic Member, one would encounter opponents from several hundred star sectors nearby. When it came to fighting for the Star Sector Membership, one's opponents would be from several thousand star sectors nearby, spanning a distance of hundreds of millions of light years.
This was the so-called principle of proximity. Han Lang had reason to believe that when the final battle began, it would be the only remaining top elites in the entire universe after rounds of cruel elimination.
Han Lang walked into this stone forest and found that the exchange station was clearly divided. The Protoss were together with the Protoss, and the humans were together with the humans. The other intelligent races were the same.
There were not many humans here because the Path of Gods had already begun more than two months ago. Most people had already reached the exchange station further away. The humans who stayed here were either not strong enough or had bad luck.
Han Lang naturally moved toward the humans. From afar, someone greeted him. "Newcomer, how should I address you?"
"Han Lang, as in 'Wandering Lang'," Han Lang replied with a smile.
Suddenly …
Just as Han Lang was planning to meet up with his human compatriots, he noticed a familiar face among the group of people belonging to the other intelligent races.
"Hey, why are you here too?" Han Lang shouted as he waved his hand in that direction.
The human compatriots were all very puzzled. Although everyone was at the same exchange station, different races did not speak to each other at all. The moment Han Lang arrived, this boundary was immediately broken.
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