"How much longer?"

"Come on, it's just a matter of minutes."

The gods cut the world into 100,000 pieces, and each community has a so-called "border".

The border is covered with fog all year round, and the fog cannot leave the community, but only passes through the opposite direction.

Some adventurers have unique powers, they can break free from the constraints of borders and reach another community in a unique way-

Normally, this practice is referred to as smuggling.

And because the gods strictly limited the class, smuggling became an industrial chain in the era of the gods.

Obvious.

After today, smuggling will return to its meaning of thousands of years ago, and it is not only this industry that will have undergone drastic changes, and the world will have to undergo a reshuffle.

"How much longer?"

In the crowd, Zuo Chang was also impressively listed.

He hugged the god and asked.

The Celestial God calculated slightly: "It's time." ”

"Look!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and everyone looked up.

"Something seems to be coming from inside the fog!"

In the white mist, there seemed to be a huge beast lurking. The pitch-black shadow approached quickly, and the closer it got, the clearer its outline became.

Zuo Chang squinted, thinking that it might be a mountain.

It looks so huge that it takes all the view.

As it got closer, more and more details came to light, and Zuo Chang realized that it might not be a mountain. The towering city walls, the houses lined up, and the clouds and fog came through the clouds, and it turned out to be a city.

"Oh!!"

The exclamation resounded through the heavens and the earth.

I couldn't tell if it was Zuo Chang's side galloping towards the opposite side, or if the opposite side was rapidly approaching, all in all, the fog that separated the two communities became thinner in an instant.

The two-sided vision is evident at this moment.

Zuo Chang saw that what was coming was indeed a city, and the general of the opposite community was really a ghost, and he actually built a majestic city next to the "Border Mist".

On the opposite side, countless adventurers climbed the city walls and waited for the "Promised Day" to come.

When the two sides meet, both sides shout at the same time, and the sound shocks the sky.

"What a big city! It's much bigger than Heavenly King City! ”

"Oh no, our neighbors seem to be very developed!"

Opposite the city, really luxurious.

The forty or fifty-meter-high city wall is not enough to depict its majesty, Zuo Chang looked up, quite a sense of "heaven tilting", full of oppression.

The moat was deep and wide, and the gates were decorated with a lot of gold, which was so shiny that you couldn't take your eyes off it.

Look at the citizens standing on the city walls—

Seventy percent of them have nine realm cultivations!

In comparison, the 96511 adventurers standing on the top of the wild mountain are like subjects of a third world country, so unbearable.

"Community 1555."

The god was expressionless and speechless: "For 96511, this is indeed a behemoth. If they have bad intentions, I'm afraid we won't have a good time. ”

Zuo Chang asked, "Will they?" ”

"Nine times out of ten."

“……”

Zuo Chang doesn't have the heart to fight for hegemony, and it's okay to be a general, but if you want to "succeed in one general", then you still don't want to thank you.

But he thought about the possible actions of 1555.

He asked, "Because the authority of the 'general' is basically given and guaranteed by you, right?" ”

The god glanced at Zuo Chang: "You think very clearly!" That's right, that's why I'm pessimistic about the world for a while to come. ”

In the time of the Tenjin, the authority of a communal general was ensured by the Celestials.

If someone is not convinced, they can challenge authority through the boon game "Black Goat" or "Statue of the Dark Celestial" and seize power through limited battles.

But now......

The gods are gone.

The legitimacy of the great generals has lost strong guarantees, and in order to maintain power, the generals must consider shaping their own prestige.

How should prestige be shaped?

The most direct way, of course, is to start a war directly.

For example, now, the generals of 1555 launched a war against 96511 and embezzled everything from 96511 with a complete victory.

A big victory is enough to establish prestige;

Distribute the results of the battle, and you can consolidate your own rule.

Zuo Chang is willing to believe that the general of 1555 will do this, for the continuation of his power, what is it to make the people of 96511 suffer a little?

"Boom!"

Just as he was thinking about it, the gate of the opposite city suddenly lowered.

A motorcycle cavalry army of 100 people was neatly groomed, and it crossed out of the city, escorting a golden jeep galloping past Zuo Chang's eyes.

The jeep also hung a black flag with the word "Song" written on it.

The god explained: "The general of 1555 is surnamed Song, and his single name is a real character. The level is so-so, it is considered strong in the twelve realms, and it will be difficult to go up further. What was carried in this car should be Fankou, a diplomat under Song Zhen's command. ”

Zuo Chang was stunned: "How do you understand it in such detail?" ”

"I have a booklet with all the information about the Community. I already knew that the promised day was inevitable, so I read the information of the community next door to 96511 in advance - you only have 1555 on the side of 96511, so remember. ”

"What about the booklet?"

The god shook his hand: "It's too thick." I didn't bring it out because I was too heavy. ”

"Really?"

For the casualness of the gods, Zuo Chang is no longer surprised.

……

……

The motorcycle team is galloping, and there is no purpose for the time being.

The diplomat of 1555 sat in a jeep and looked out the window - how long had it been since he had seen such a beautiful landscape?

"Beautiful and magnificent scenery, right? Fanguchi-sama. ”

In the passenger seat, Fanguchi's assistant spoke.

She looked back and smiled, "Primitive has the benefits of primitive. Since the beginning of industrialization, such pure scenery has been very rare. ”

Fankou's face was cold: "Primitive has no benefit." Is this scenery 96511? No, this is already ours. As long as General Song gave an order, the good sons of 1555 poured out of the nest and took this backward place without much effort! ”

"You're right."

The assistant bowed his head slightly.

Soon, she asked, "But...... General Song seems to have no intention of invading the area, and he seems to want to form an alliance with the rulers of 96511. ”

"He'll give in."

Fankou showed disdain, and there was even disdain in his tone.

He closed his eyes slightly and said, "General Song will soon understand that it is no longer the era of what he says." Without the protection of the gods, he no longer has a unique aura, and he must learn to tolerate and retreat, otherwise, he will not last long as a general! ”

"Lord Fankou, there's a city ahead."

At this moment, a motorized cavalryman whispered in the window.

When the vehicle is speeding down, even if you shout at the throat, the communication may not be established.

It's just that this rider used mana, so even if he didn't run out of hoarseness, his voice still reached his ears steadily.

Fankou opened his eyes: "Approach immediately!" We want to give this 96511 a little - a high-level community shock! ”

"Yes!"

The rider received the order and immediately opened the way in front of the convoy and guided the convoy towards the Heavenly King City.

(End of chapter)