The room fell silent again.

After a long while, the president of the ruling house said seriously: "The ultimate realm is just a realm. Even if it's very strong, it's still a person's force value. ”

"Is this realm really that important?"

"As far as I know, the military's staff already has more than a dozen plans to kill the Extreme Realm. It's just that each of these comes at a great cost. ”

"The ultimate realm, not the invincible realm."

Mr. Hu next to him coughed and said, "Elder Councilor, you are not a military attaché, so you don't know much about this aspect of the realm. ”

"At present, there are three people in the world who have a clear extreme realm."

"They are the God of the Temple, the Cthulhu of the Old Dominator, and the Penglai Immortal Venerable of the Wonderland."

"And in the past extreme realm, there are the ancestor of ghosts, Hua Biaogui, and the ancestor of the corpse who is suspected of escaping in the endless abyss and the demon emperor who is missing."

"Do you understand what that means?"

The chairman of the council is a very smart person, but after a little thought, he said softly: "Extreme, what does it represent inheritance?" ”

Mr. Hu said with a straight face: "That's right! It's inheritance! ”

The ancestor of the ghost, Hua Biaogui, is the extreme, leaving behind a vein of the dead soul.

The ancestor of the corpse is extreme, leaving behind the lineage of the corpse clan.

The Demon Emperor is extreme, leaving behind a vein of spirits.

Although these three have either disappeared or fallen, they have been passed down to this day because they have appeared to the extreme.

And now, the old gods have the ultimate, the immortals have the ultimate, and the temple has the ultimate.

Middle-earth is the only one that does not.

The chairman of the council instantly understood that the ultimate existence was equivalent to luck.

But luck can be destroyed, and even if it is destroyed, the legacy will shelter Middle-earth for hundreds of years.

Now the Xudu, the corpse clan, and the demon clan are weak, and it is because the former extreme is either dead or missing, so it will gradually decline.

The Speaker asked softly, "Haven't there ever been extremes in the history of Middle-earth?" ”

There is no way to answer this question.

Maybe there was an extreme.

Otherwise, how can the 5,000-year-old history of Middle-earth continue to endure today?

But the extremes of Middle-earth must have fallen.

So Middle-earth now needs a new extreme.

An old man in a combat uniform said in a deep voice, "I understand. Therefore, the chief talent will want Wei Wuguo to the extreme at all costs. ”

"After all, he is the strongest person in Middle-earth who is closest to the extreme."

"But the boss, you risked your fall to pass on the throne to Wei Wuguo, how sure is he that he can be extreme?"

The boss replied softly: "Under normal circumstances, the probability of Wei Wuguo succeeding in the extreme path is one in 100 million. chance is the same as none. ”

"If you are protected by the luck of Middle-earth, the odds may be a little higher."

The Inspector General asked, "How high?" ”

The boss was silent for a moment, and then replied, "One in ten million." ”

This answer instantly caused the conference room to fall silent.

Is there a difference between one in a billion and one in a million?

Oh, or rather, the difference is just the death of Wei Wuguo, or the death of the boss and Wei Wuguo.

Without waiting for everyone to say the right thing, the boss said seriously: "But this is our only chance." ”

"What's more, it's not just me who helped Wei Wuguo take the ultimate path."

"That sword, it will be cut down when Wei Wuguo takes the extreme path! Those saviors will also choose to help with all their might at this time. ”

"I even contacted a certain S-rank master in the temple, as well as the others to make arrangements."

"As long as we do our best, we won't regret even if we fail!"

"Everyone! Sign it! Middle-earth needs an extremely strong man! ”

After the boss finished speaking, he took out a signature pen and wrote his name on the document in a chic manner.

He handed the document to the presiding member on his left, who hesitated a little and signed his name.

Immediately after that, there was the old marshal of the military department.

……

The Governor's Office, the Consulate, the Military Department, the Supervision Office, the Secret Bureau.

The five most powerful departments in Middle-earth, without anyone's knowledge, signed this letter of appointment as the eighth chief.

It was also the only time that the Governor of Middle-earth had not been elected by the General Assembly.

The eighth generation chief, Wei Wuguo!

In the seawater, the golden mountains and rivers are like a golden star in the darkness.

The red-headed document was stirring in the sea.

The boss held a large seal in one hand and a document in the other.

He said loudly: "Wei Wuguo! From now on, you are the eighth chief of Middle-earth! ”

"On the day you become the Governor, you should put the interests of Middle-earth first! Protect our people and control my country! ”

"Even if it's broken! Don't take a step back! We must not make our people slave! ”

"You can do it!"

His voice was deafening.

Even the calm waters became agitated.

The Great Seal and the red-headed document shone brightly in the sea, hovering and encircling each other!

The seal of mountains and rivers represents the luck of Middle-earth.

That red-headed document represents the recognition of all the people of Middle-earth!

As long as Wei Wuguo can do it, he will be the eighth generation of the chief of Middle Earth!

Wei Wuguo did not answer.

But there was a sneering soul fluctuation from the sea: "The number of Middle-earth qi is exhausted, even if he becomes the eighth chief of Middle-earth, can he kill me?" ”

"As long as he can't go to the extreme, in the end it will still be a dead end!"

"You see, he doesn't even have the ability to answer now."

"Stepping into the ultimate and the real ultimate are two different things! In this world, there has never been such a thing as a half-step extreme. The ultimate is the extreme, and the non-extreme is not the extreme! Half-step extreme? Amusing! ”

In the sea water, countless old gods were surging and agitating, and they attacked the boss madly.

But the boss just smiled and stood motionless in the sea.

He is the seventh generation chief, and this mountain and river seal and red-headed document representing Middle Earth must be passed on by him, so Wei Wuguo is the genuine and unquestionable eighth generation chief.

Even if Wei Wuguo dies in the next second, his next term can only be the ninth generation chief.

In the face of hundreds of huge, demon-like figures, the boss did not move.

But beside him, Zhang Sanfen, Chu Wu, and Dongyi stood up with a smile.

Chu Wu slowly drew his knife and said loudly, "Hey! Do you want to compare and see who kills the most old gods? ”

Zhang Sanfen smiled: "Then you have to think about it, my nickname is the God Slaughter Maniac." ”

Dongyi said hesitantly: "Captain, that's not necessarily! I don't believe that anyone else can tear up my god list now! ”

The three of them formed a triangular formation, and let out a shocking laugh in the face of hundreds of old gods.

There were only three of us.

But so what?

In the deep, hundreds of degrees of deep sea, Wei Wuguo's figure gradually dissipated.

He heard the voice of the boss and felt the fluctuations of the mountains and rivers.

But his body is now extremely devoid, except for a head, two arms, almost all the rest are gone.

He wanted to answer and take over the position of the eighth generation chief, but his soul fluctuations could not be emanated.

Only now did he know how strong Cthulhu really was.

That's right, the extreme is the extreme, and the non-extreme is the non-extreme.

As long as you don't step into that realm, you will never be able to fight the powerhouses of the ultimate realm!

Is Cthulhu so strong?

Wei Wuguo slowly closed his eyes, but the look on his face became more resolute.

Death and rebirth, the second sublimation of the soul, and the possibility of the impossible.

Suddenly, his eyes opened instantly, and the soul fluctuations on his body trembled rapidly.

Who said that? How can we achieve the second sublimation of the soul without feeling the true death?

There is no way out for him, if he really dies, at least he will die vigorously, at least he must know what kind of existence the ultimate realm is!

Just as Wei Wuguo opened his eyes, a whirlpool rapidly formed in the seawater.

The sea stirred and swept everything in the temple.

In an instant, the whirlpool reached a diameter of several hundred meters, and all the currents were affected by this huge whirlpool, and countless bubbles appeared from the water and then rushed straight to the surface.

Immediately after, Wei Wuguo's soul fluctuations spread throughout the underwater world: "I, Wei Wuguo. Willing to take over as the eighth generation of the chief of Middle-earth! ”

"From now on, we should put the interests of Middle-earth first in everything, protect our people, raise our country's prestige, and control our mountains and rivers!"

This soul fluctuation had just been transmitted, and it had been entangled, and the swirling Middle-earth mountains and rivers and red-headed documents suddenly flew towards the vortex, and disappeared in an instant!

At the same time, the figures of He Bulai and Zhang Shijie also appeared in embarrassment at the bottom of the sea.

Zhang Shijie was out of breath, but he couldn't hide the shock in his heart: "Wei Wuguo has become the eighth generation chief?" ”

"Lao He, I heard you right, right?"

Why don't you come and still be full of energy, his eyes are staring at the deep underwater world, and he doesn't seem to hear Zhang Shijie's voice.

His expression was so fanatical that even the scabbard behind his back was trembling slightly!

"See! See! ”

"That's Cthulhu! The strongest of the Old Dominators! ”

"I'm going to cut him! I'm going to cut him! I'm going to hack him to death! ”