The young woman thought for a while and said, "There are many geniuses in the human race. Although they are not as powerful as the Protoss, they can still fight. There are many powerful cultivators in the human race who keep a low profile. They don't like to show their faces in public. That is why there are so many powerful cultivators in the human race. When the time comes, someone will stand up and save the day. "
She looked at Wen Jun and said, "Just like the time eight thousand years ago."
Wen Jun looked at her and didn't say anything.
The young woman said, "Fine. Fine. I will tell you the truth. We have raised you for so many years and spent so many resources. We even let you enter the dark area … However, your ancestor doesn't want to show up. You are getting stronger and stronger, so you need more and more resources. We can't afford to raise you anymore! We can't kill you, so … "
Wen Jun looked at her and said, "So you want to kick me out and watch me? You don't need to spend a lot of resources to raise me, and you can watch whether my ancestor shows up or not? "
"Hmm. That is what I mean." The young woman looked calm and said, "Just tell me, are you going or not?"
"Yes." Wen Jun nodded.
She was born with an inheritance, so she knew a lot about her ancestor. She knew her ancestor wouldn't be fooled easily.
"Good. Good." The young woman took a long breath and said, "Pack up. Let's go."
Wen Jun was speechless.
Wen Jun left.
It was as if nothing had happened on this beautiful purple planet.
But in reality, things were a little different.
The Fourth Elder, the beautiful young woman who talked to Wen Jun, was sitting in a meeting room.
There were three other people sitting around the round table.
"Did she leave?" A handsome young man asked.
"Yes. She couldn't wait to leave." The young woman nodded.
"Can she?" A skinny old man with a wrinkled face looked at the young woman and asked.
"Whether it works or not, we still have to try. Moreover, this time, the Divine Race has made a comeback. I have a feeling that things won't be so simple. Let her go. Let her participate. I don't think her ancestor will be able to watch us when we are in danger! "the young woman said.
"You are right. As long as she shows up, it will be easy for us," the skinny old man said.
"They are so cunning. Who would have thought that Liu Guangyue and Han Bingxue have been hiding in the virtual world for so many years?" An old woman sighed and could not help but scold, "These foxes were so cunning back then, and now they are even more cunning! B * tch! "
"Alright, enough of this idle chatter. Pack up, let's set off as well," said the skinny old man.
…
…
Wen Jun was a little nervous.
But more than that, he felt a sense of relaxation that he had never felt before.
So she was also very excited.
That stinky little brother, will he be surprised to see me?
Alone in the spaceship, Wen Jun, who wasn't wearing his mask, had a slight smile on his stunning face.
…
…
The next day, the human race suffered another crushing defeat!
Ouyang Xing Qi brought the three Bottle Gourd Brothers and won the battle on the second day with great difficulty. However, the three Bottle Gourd Brothers suffered heavy injuries.
The other strong high school team from last year, Team Celestial, also participated in the second day's competition.
Although they won, it was a pyrrhic victory. Almost everyone who participated in the competition suffered severe injuries.
Humans were not the only ones who were tough.
The participants of the Protoss were all prepared to sacrifice themselves.
That was why no one gave up on the second day's competition!
They would not give up until they died!
Out of the eighteen teams that participated in the second day's competition, four human teams won, and fourteen teams … lost fifty-six people.
Two days later, only nine of the thirty-six human teams made it to the next round. The remaining twenty-seven teams, one hundred and eight young people, would stay in their own battlefields forever.
The Protoss only lost thirty-six people. Twenty-seven teams, one hundred and eight people made it to the next round!
According to the news from the Ocean World and the Sacred World, it was not optimistic either.
Many people were thinking about a serious problem. If this was the current situation, how would the human race deal with the great war in the future?
Even if the human race had young geniuses like Shirō Makino and Lin Zijin, even if they were all made of iron, how many nails could they hit?
A dejected aura quickly spread out, and a huge shadow loomed over every human's head.
No wonder the Protoss dared to use such a method to start this war. They were as strong as the legends said!
"The Protoss are too cunning. They have fewer people. If they use the human wave tactic against us, they definitely won't be able to win! Ten thousand to one, we humans can exhaust them to death! But they chose to use such an elite against elite method to start this war. We humans … are at a disadvantage! "
But no matter what, the truth could not be changed.
Moreover, people could not blame the higher-ups of the empire for choosing such a method to start this war. If the Protoss launched a large-scale attack, the human casualties … would be even greater.
On the third day, the battle continued.
The fourth team from Fei Da, which was Yu Xiuxiu's team, easily defeated their opponents!
Although they did not have the overwhelming momentum of the Fu Long team, Yu Xiuxiu's team, under the circumstances where they were injured, easily defeated the four Protoss.
This caused a ray of light to appear in the haze of countless people's hearts.
At the crucial moment, there was still someone who turned the tide!
And the results of the third day were better than the first two days.
Among the 18 human teams, seven teams won!
Three days later, a total of 16 human teams entered the next round.
Another five days passed, and the first round of battles ended.
On the human side, a total of 35 teams entered the next round of battles.
93 teams, 292 young human geniuses sacrificed themselves heroically.
For the next round of matches from 128 to 64, the human side was in a precarious situation.
Even the most optimistic person could only sigh in the face of such a situation.
At this time, the results of the first round for the Holy Empire and the Sea Empire were also out.
On the Holy Empire's side, 38 teams entered the next round, while on the Sea Empire's side, 33 teams entered the next round.
So in general, the results of the human side and the three empires were about the same.
On the God Race's side, they swept all the way into the next round of the battle in a crushing manner.
In the next round, there would be a lot of "infighting" on the Protoss's side.
As long as they were not sick in the head, these battles between their own people would definitely turn into friendly sparring.
Then, they would wait for the final battle.
In Shirō Makino's manor, a large group of people had gathered.
Rune Dragon Team, Cold Palace Team, Ouyang Xing Qi, the six Calabash Brothers, Yu Xiuxiu, and a group of traitors from the Three Immortal Island.
Everyone's faces didn't reveal too much of a depressed expression.
Because no matter what, they had all passed the first round!
The following battles might be crueler and more difficult, but everyone was mentally prepared.
After going through such trials, everyone was growing rapidly.
"There will be a period of rest. I hope that during this period, everyone can continue to improve their strength." Shirō Makino looked at everyone. "The current situation is very serious for us. At this time, don't worry too much about the basics. Only those who can survive are qualified to talk about the basics. "
Everyone nodded.
At this time, Emperor Li Ying sent someone from the palace to deliver another batch of Spirit Pearls and statues.
These were all strategic resources that the Empire had accumulated over countless years.
At this time, no one would feel bad about taking them out.
To the Empire, even if they had to empty all their reserves, it would be worth it as long as they could get through this crisis!
Because everyone knew that after going through the trials of war, those who could survive in the end would definitely be the strongest young elites in the entire Empire.
The group of people went into seclusion again.
Even Shirō Makino had almost completely cut off contact with the outside world.
He was also preparing.
He was not preparing for the next battle, but for the final battle!
Based on the current situation, it was hard to say how many teams would be left in the end.
It was very likely that in the end, there would only be a few teams left … because no one admitted defeat!
At least in the first round, no one admitted defeat!
This way, the number of Protoss teams would increase, and the number of humans would decrease. Under this situation, the final battle would most likely be a situation where one person would face a group of Protoss.
Shirō Makino was determined. Not only would he bring Fu Long to the finals, but he would also kill all the Protoss's opponents in the final battle!
Didn't you want to go the elite route?
Then I'll kill all your elites!
This ambition, the few people in Fu Long Squad understood.
Time quickly came to the middle of April of the first year of Hero Martial.
April 15th of the first year of Hero Martial.
The second round of battle officially began.
This time, Fu Long Squad was not in the first batch. There were a total of 64 battles, and Fu Long drew the lot for the third day.
But the other three teams from Fei Da were all arranged for the first day!
Before the battle began, Shirō Makino first went to find Li Peiqi.
After this period of crazy improvement, almost everyone from Cold Palace, except for the Talisman Artist, had rushed into the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
However, there was a high probability that their opponents would be Martial Grandmasters!
Even if it was a beginner Grandmaster, that kind of terrifying domain and magical power was not something a Grandmaster could resist.
"Peiqi, listen to me, if you can't beat them, it's not shameful to admit defeat!" Shirō Makino looked at Li Peiqi seriously and said.
"Yes, Peiqi, don't forget, there is still the final battle!" Lin Zijin said.
"Keep your lives, your lives are more valuable than anything else." Liu was also here, facing this beautiful girl who used to trick him, his heart was filled with emotion.
Chae Yi even smiled with red eyes and said, "Hey, Peiqi, you all have to come back alive, then … I will allow you to pursue my Liu, but you have to call me sister!"
Li Peiqi laughed, "Come on, with Xiao Bai there, who would like your Liu!"
Chae Yi rolled her eyes, "I like him!"
Lin Zijin smiled, "Come on, come on, call me sister!"
The other members of the Arctic Palace team also laughed.
Li Peiqi said, "You don't have to worry about us, after the last battle, we also got some of their spoils of war. The Protoss's armor is indeed very good, don't worry, we will come back alive!"
Then, Shirō Makino and the others went to see Yu Xiuxiu, Xiao Yueyue, and the others.
"Are you grandmasters?" Shirō Makino looked at the others except Yu Xiuxiu.
They nodded lightly.
With so many Spiritual Beads, everyone's realms were skyrocketing after the crazy increase.
The people from Three-Immortal Island were the top geniuses in the world.
Shirō Makino looked at Yu Xiuxiu, "Are you proficient with the talismans I gave you?"
Yu Xiuxiu looked at him, "Don't worry, we are all proficient. Also, if we really find that we are no match for them, we will surrender. Hehe, we won't die so easily, don't worry too much!"
As Yu Xiuxiu spoke, she walked forward and gently hugged Shirō Makino, then whispered softly, "I haven't seen enough of you, how can you die?"
"Live!" Shirō Makino said in a deep voice.
Finally, Shirō Makino and the others went to see Ouyang Xingqi and the others.
In the previous match, the three Calabash Brothers were seriously injured and had not fully recovered until now.
Therefore, this match was Ouyang Xingqi and the other three.
Shan Gu had been here for a long time.
This guy, who had always been talkative, was uncharacteristically quiet today. He just sat on a chair in the resting area with Ouyang Xingqi, and Ouyang Xingqi rested her head on his shoulder.
Basically, Ouyang Xingqi was talking, and Shan Gu was listening.
"When the war is completely over, how about I bring you to meet my family?"
"You're meeting your parents so soon?"
"Are you not willing?"
"Hehe, I'm willing, of course I'm willing. When the time comes, I will drive a big starship …"
"And bring back a spaceship of beautiful women?"
"Cough cough …"
Seeing Shirō Makino and the others coming over, Ouyang Xingqi and Shan Gu stopped being intimate.
Shirō Makino looked at her and said, "Ouyang, those talismans …"
Ouyang Xingqi nodded. "Don't worry, we will catch them off guard! That group of God Race trash, this lady will kill them all one by one! The champions of the Holy Empire are not so cowardly. "
Shirō Makino smiled and nodded. "That's good!"
At this moment, the announcement that the match was about to begin sounded.
"Go!"
"Go!"
Seeing these people stepping into the battlefield, Lin Zijin's eyes suddenly turned red. She turned her head and leaned into Shirō Makino's arms, wrinkling her nose. "Soo Soo, did you wear perfume? I don't like the smell! "
Shirō Makino: "…"
"Brother?"
"Yes."
"Will they all come back safe and sound?"
"They definitely will!"
Heroic Era, April 15th, the second round of the war against the Protoss officially began.
One hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Amidst this nervous anticipation, Li Peiqi's Arctic Palace team finally returned.
But there were only three people.
Swordsman Lan Lingling was forever left on that battlefield.
Although they obtained the final victory and advanced to the top 64, the three people who returned did not have any smiles on their faces.
Qin Guang, who was holding Lan Lingling's corpse, had tears streaming down his face.
Li Peiqi and the Talisman Artist Yu Shuyu were holding each other, crying until they lost their voices.
The Holy Empire's logistical support personnel had already arrived and started making arrangements.
Even though these logistical support personnel were used to this kind of thing, they still felt worried every time they saw it.
Those who did not have strong mental fortitude would not be able to do this.
Two and a half hours later.
Out of the four people in Ouyang Xingqi's team, two returned.
They were Ouyang Xingqi and Pang Yunfei.
Xiao Qinghe and Liu Xihua, the two Calabash Brothers, died in battle.
Pang Yunfei carried Xiao Qinghe on his back and Liu Xihua in his arms. The tears on his face had yet to dry.
Ouyang Xingqi was in a numb state. Her body was covered in blood.
Some of it was the enemy's, and some of it was her own.
After coming out, she saw Shan Gu who had been waiting there. Ouyang Xingqi smiled at him, as if she wanted to give him a comforting smile and tell Shan Gu that she was fine.
But when she opened her mouth, tears flowed down.
Shan Gu rushed forward and hugged her. He whispered in her ear, "It's okay, it's okay … You can cry, just cry it out!"
But Ouyang Xingqi continued to cry silently in Shan Gu's arms.
The cruelty of war was something that people could not imagine.
No matter how hot-blooded a young person was, they would not understand it before experiencing it.
People said that veterans who had been to the battlefield were cold-blooded and calm.
Calm was true, cold-blooded was nonsense. They had long been used to knowing when to let their blood cool down.
Otherwise, they would really die.
Out of the three teams, two had come out.
Yu Xiuxiu's team was fighting very hard.
Because they had met a strong opponent.
In the live broadcast room.
Dong Li said in a very low voice, "This group of young geniuses from Flying University has met a real opponent. These four Protoss powerhouses, each of them has the combat power of a beginner Martial Grandmaster. And their mystiques are completely different from the fighting methods we are familiar with. I hope our girls can hold on! "
On the battlefield.
Yu Xiuxiu's talismans flew up and down. If not for her talismans, she would have lost.
Fortunately, Shirō Makino had the foresight to give everyone a large number of talismans he had drawn before the battle started.
This battle lasted for a total of six hours!
Although they said that they would admit defeat, who would easily admit defeat when there was hope of victory in front of them?
If they could defeat their opponents, why would they stay?
Yu Xiuxiu, Xiao Yueyue, Luo Xiaoxiao, Tian Wenwen … Today, it was these four girls!
Six hours later, the four scarred girls hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Because they had finally won.
This hard-won victory had exhausted almost all of their potential.
If not for watching out for each other, if not for the conviction to survive in their minds, they would not have been able to defeat such a strong opponent.
Luo Xiaoxiao's face was burnt by the opponent's fire spell. It looked very miserable and ugly. Tears flowed through her wounds, producing a strong stinging pain.
But she did not feel it at all.
"Collect the spoils!" Yu Xiuxiu shouted!
Looking at the four girls who were lucky to survive on the battlefield, watching them drag their incomparably tired bodies and collect the spoils of war, everyone was silent.
Although they were watching the battle here, they would also pay attention to the results of the other battles.
Moreover, any commentator in the live broadcast room would inform them in time.
On one side, there was the bloody and cruel battle between the young geniuses of the human race, and on the other side, there was the relaxed "civil war" of the Protoss.
Eight hours later, the first round of battles for the 128 to 64 teams had ended.
Of the 12 human teams that participated on the first day, five advanced to the 64!
Seven teams, 28 national treasure level prodigies.
Sacrifice.
On the second day, of the 12 human teams, only three advanced to the next round.
Moreover, these three teams all had casualties.
The most pitiful team only had one person who came back alive.
On the third day, 11 human teams participated in the battle.
Among them, the attention that the Fu Long Battle Team received far exceeded the previous round.
According to statistics, there were still two hours before the battle began, but the number of people in the live broadcast room had already exceeded 500 billion!
This was a catastrophe that belonged to the human race. Could this group of young people turn the tide?
Before the battle, for the first time, a reporter obtained permission to conduct an interview with the Fu Long Battle Team.
"Xiao Bai, can you tell us what you're thinking right now?"
Facing the camera, Shirō Makino's face was calm. "Everyone, don't lose confidence. I'm still here."
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