When the Holy Core was shattered, Tai'a still had an indescribable smile on his face, and the battlefield was changing rapidly, and no one had the time to carefully ponder what the meaning of that smile was. But in the eyes of most of the Holy Clans, Tai Ah smiled with satisfaction, because he could die in the hands of Wen Yan after he was exhausted, and there were hundreds of demons to bury him after his death.

And other clans don't have such good luck, the monsters may not know that the key to the holy clan is the holy core, which makes most of the saints will not be easily fatally injured in the process of fighting the monsters, which is a good thing, but also a bad thing, after all, all the saints who participated in the war will turn into a handful of rotten meat on the yellow sand, and dying a little later may not be a good thing, maybe it will end early like Tai'a, but it is a relief.

It may be that the idea of pursuing liberation has been transmitted in some way, and several huge monsters in the Demon Tide actually know how to find the Holy Core hidden in the body of the High Saint Clan and destroy it. Several High Saints were taken lightly by the weakness and stupidity of the monsters that preceded them, and then paid the price with their lives.

Including Wen Yan, all the Holy Clans didn't know that the monsters they were fighting against were not all from the same world, and some of these monsters who had lived long enough might have even experienced many worlds through this rift, and it was not ruled out that there was a possibility that there was a Holy Race in one of them.

This is Su Yue's guess made through the content of the dream after observing the dream of the giant spider, if the Holy Clan knew this, they would definitely be full of curiosity about the Holy Clan that might exist in the other world, but they didn't know it, so they were indifferent to it, and still fought with the Demon Tide monsters, like machines built for killing, without stopping.

Angel flew over the palace and watched the battlefield from afar, hundreds of kilometers away, the only human who dared to say that Angel knew everything was also watching the war on the desert through monitoring satellites.

In Yang Xiaoqian's view, compared with the confrontation between the modern army and the demon tide, the confrontation between the mutant and the demon tide is more direct and visually impactful.

The modern army is a confrontation between weapons and monsters, especially the current Chinese army and the magic tide of war, the victory or defeat is often decided hundreds of kilometers away from the battle point, the sea of information formed by data and characters shuttles between the military network in the form of 0 and 1, from making decisions to pressing the button to the missile launch to hit the target, everything is an arranged script, the precise bite of the mechanical gears, you can eradicate the living space of the demon tide monsters, leaving no gaps.

And the confrontation between mutants and demon tides is more of a collision of strength and power, a collision of limbs and limbs, they do not paint the battlefield with gunsmoke or strong light, they use their own flesh and blood and the flesh and blood of the enemy! Every time there was a collision, flesh and blood of different colors exploded from the shells of different shapes, which was more exciting than firecrackers, making Yang Xiaoqian look at it, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

Seeing the mutants die tragically one after another in front of his eyes, Yang Xiaoqian experienced a little pleasure of revenge, which was a feeling that no matter how many mutants he killed before, he couldn't bring it, because this time, Wen Yan would also die in front of his eyes.

Yu Qian sat next to Yang Xiaoqian, he expressed the pleasure in his heart more obviously, and simply raised the gourd full of wine and shouted: "When the big white floats!" ”

After speaking, he poured it with his head up, and really drank a large cup in one gulp.

Yu Qian's true temperament of drinking happily was praised by the military representatives of the Russian Federation, and then the Russian representatives actually took out a military kettle full of vodka and drank with Yu Qian.

The representatives of the Huaxia military were quite helpless, so they could only open their eyes and close their eyes, as if they had not seen anything, and after a while, Yang Xiaoqian and several military commanders took out their favorite cigarettes or cigars and began to swallow the clouds.

The Holy Clan kept its promise, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and before the end was decided, the human countries that could still maintain a stable order had a faint tendency to carnival.

If the previous Holy Race was a potential terrorist walking around various countries and regions around the world, and it was likely to cause terrorist attacks and turmoil, then the Holy Race after the establishment of the Shengyuan Empire was an army composed of super strong people, not only with the destructive power comparable to that of the Demonic Monster, but also with the camouflage ability and bewitching ability that the Demon Tide monster did not have. When the fingers of the Holy Clan gathered together and clenched into a fist, it was certainly more conspicuous and easier to strike, but the destructive power of this fist also became more terrifying.

After all, the Holy Race is not a human being, and there will be big fights between humans and humans due to differences in race and beliefs, not to mention that the Holy Race is an intelligent race that feeds on human flesh? No country's government would be at ease with the Holy Race, and every leader who participated in the Seventeen Nations Secret Summit hoped to eradicate the hidden danger of the Holy Race first when fighting against the Demon Tide.

Now that this wish has finally been realized, all the mutant war criminals who have eaten or killed the living will die in the Gobi Desert, which means that the elite of the Holy Clan and the Holy Yuan Empire will be exhausted, and their vitality will be greatly damaged, and they will not be able to slow down in ten or eight years.

In other words, the Holy Race has lost the ability to make waves, and in the next global war, countries only need to focus on the Demon Tide monsters, and beware of cold arrows that may be shot at them.

William Harrison sent a telegram to the President of the Russian Federation in his Oval Office to congratulate Wen Weiguo and the President of the Russian Federation, thanking China and Russia for their great contributions in the war against the mutiny.

The high-level celebrated the victory of humanity in a reserved way, and the people who had limited vision but cared about the matter also began to celebrate in their own ways, most of the Yuanjiang people who had taken revenge lit candles and lamps, wishing their deceased compatriots to rest in peace, and the mutant haters who had been destroyed by the Evolution Cult gathered on the Internet to write their own history of blood and tears with keyboards.

In the barracks of the Siberian troops of the Russian Federation, the soldiers who received the news even started a gambling game, some bet on how many cardinals of the Evolutionary God Sect would die, and in what order; There are also bets on when Wen Yan will die, or whether he will die; Others are even betting on whether the holy clans participating in the war will eat human flesh on the battlefield.

Only the Holy Clan and no humans are charging towards the Demon Tide, so the third gamble is actually to bet on whether there are human corpses in the stomach of the Demon Tide monsters, and whether it is possible for the Holy Clan to open the stomach pouch of the monster and eat the corpses of refugees who have not yet completely laughed inside.

The military representatives of the Russian Federation do not feel that the actions of their fighters are disgraceful, on the contrary, they pride themselves on the fact that soldiers who can entertain the enemy at any time and at all times are born warriors.