When you come to the dark skull hall, the dark blue flames are like a thousand lanterns.

Thousands of lights are lit at the same time, and the momentum is terrifying.

There are more than 4,000 skeleton troops, and there are actually more than 1,000 people who have completed the promotion, and on average, one out of every four skeletons has successfully advanced, and the strength has increased more than ten times. As for the other skeletons that have not completed their evolution, under the nourishment of a blue light firefly energy, the loose bones also exude a faint blue texture. Its strength has also multiplied.

Fang Lei obviously didn't expect this to be such a scene. A circle of different wills, condensed above the hall to form a looming cloud, surging unparalleled sword intent, domineering awe-inspiring sword intent, hidden silent killing intent, indomitable gun intent, elusive dagger intent, endlessly, all of them are individual-centric, floating at will in the huge space, people are suppressed before they arrive.

In addition to being surprised, I was more emotional.

The heavy responsibility on the shoulders has only increased, not decreased.

The king's cloak on his back was dragged to the ground. Although he was just an ordinary blue fire skeleton, Fang Lei's appearance was like the moon among the stars, the emperor of the strong.

Everyone was crowded, Fang Lei walked forward slowly, and with each step, dozens of skeletons converged near him. Everyone understands the truth that we can have today all thanks to the Chief.

Fang Lei's prestige has reached the extreme, and the doubts and wait-and-see that once appeared have now turned into support and persistence, hope and fanaticism.

Standing on the only high platform in the skull hall, raising their arms, many skeletons were silent, and they hoped from the bottom of their hearts that this conference could formulate a clear route for everyone to march, from the trough to prosperity, from dry bones to real strong divisions.

From now on, in this depressed and lonely battlefield of the ancient gods, the human race will become the master again!

Today, it's the beginning.

"Brothers—I am amazed by your ascension. However, the enemies in front of us are stronger and more numerous than us, and when I first came to this world, I saw with my own eyes a worm storm - they are thousands of times more numerous than us, and the second- and third-order war insects with the same strength as us account for almost half!"

The skeleton's voice was not loud, but it was filled with a heavy pressure.

"It's just a normal bug storm. Among them, there are also Worm Emperors who are close to your peak strength - as the core of every Worm Storm, the Worm Emperor is our real enemy! In this vast battlefield under our feet, there are countless Worm Storms, that is to say, there are countless Worm Emperors!"

Saying this, Fang Lei's gaze suddenly became blazing, and he suddenly roared, and the cloak turned into a behemoth under the agitation of an invisible sword intent, agitating and fluttering.

He was like an enraged lion, with a bloodthirsty and fierce light flowing from his blood-red eye sockets—the skeleton took a step forward, as if it had gone through endless spring and autumn, and the blade of innocence was his fangs.

The crowd felt that the leader was going to use this fangs to completely crush all resistance. What insect emperor will eventually turn into a pile of dry bones, let me trample on it.

An inexplicable commotion, gradually turning into a desire to fight, poured out of everyone's hearts.

Fang Lei is not deliberately performing, standing in his own position, whether it is a mediocrity or a hero, there is no way to retreat, since the back road has been broken, there is only to overcome obstacles and move forward bravely.

Fang Lei's gaze slowly calmed down.

He put away his long knife and turned to sit down on the tall and heavy throne. The so-called throne is just a stone chair with simple carving. Around the high platform, the pincer troops had already moved neatly cut long stones, hundreds of them, for everyone to meditate and rest.

Zhao Wouji, who was standing next to the throne, had already become Fang Lei's henchman, and at the right time motioned for everyone to sit back in their seats, and said loudly, "According to the leader's opinion, a quartermaster department has been set up on my side earlier to oversee all the spoils of war, and as long as the brothers have made meritorious deeds, they can receive the corresponding rewards." Please bring them up!"

Several sturdy skeletons moved out a mouthful of large boxes and dense shallow firefly energy orbs. Passing through the crowd, we went to the munitions depot not far away. Once these things appear, they turn the skeletons into mortals who look at boxes of treasures, and their eyes look like they are longing for light.

Zao Wou-Ki's eyes swept and said awe-inspiringly, "We have finished counting, and there are still 20,000 blue quality orbs left here. Although the chief is willing to distribute it to everyone at once, but the country has its own laws, and every family has its own rules—we have no right to share without merit—and this is the rule that my quartermaster has established. ”

"Willing to be assigned from the quartermaster. ”

Among the crowd, a burly man stood up and said, he immediately said, "Lord Zhao, you have discussed with you before, this conference is mainly to establish a military power organization, and the military and government are separated, and some suggestions have been made. Please tell me one by one. ”

In the past few days since his return, Fang Lei has been busy cultivating the invisibility magic power with the Hundred Insect Ancestor, and all the military and political affairs have been handed over to Zhao Wouji.

In the ancient world, Zao Wou-ki's combat power was slightly weaker than that of Huangfu Zong, Baili Yinxi and others, but he had the experience of first army and then politics, and when he was still in the low-level secular world, Zao Wou-Ki first went from the seventh-rank army to the main book, accumulated military merits and was promoted to the third-grade military division, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was promoted to Zuo Cheng and scholars.

This experience undoubtedly made Zao Wou-Ki one of the best candidates for military and political planning now. Everyone was convinced.

In the past few days, Zao Wou-Ki has been busy, he first counted the roster of the 4,000 skeleton army, divided into ten battalions, each battalion has at least 400 people. All battalion account officers are appointed as generals, and every third battalion is appointed as a captain, but it has not yet been determined who will serve as this general and the captain.

In addition, the existence of ten battalions alone is not enough, and there is a need for people to hold important positions in the research and development of the armament industry, and even a special team of think-tank staff members is needed to serve as "councilors", including the special scout troops headed by the Flying Eagle, which need to be refined one by one.

Only by establishing a complete military and political organization, from the support to the vanguard, from the research and development of weapons to the strategist group, each performing its own duties, can the 4,000 corps form the most effective combat effectiveness. This is the structure of secular monarchy, and the same applies to the current state of affairs of the skeletons.

This process is undoubtedly very cumbersome to execute.

Now, Fang Lei must also participate in such a meeting.

Zhao Wuji picked up the roster and said to Fang Lei, "Chief, according to everyone's proposal, we also had some basic official positions when we followed the Monarch Immortal Sect before, so we still follow the previous ranks. What do you think of my personal recommendation?"

Zao Wou-Ki changed Fang Lei's title to the honorific title of "you", of course, he hoped that everyone could be like himself and completely change the previous state in ancient times, where everyone was alone and everyone was in their eyes. After millions of years of dry bones, the sharpness of these skeletons has worn off, and the dignity in their hearts has also been slightly restrained.

"I agree!"

Fang Lei said that Zao Wou-Ki was very thoughtful, and this suggestion was also reasonable.

Zhao Wou-Ki faced everyone and read, "Cao Zhen, now at the Blue Fire level, was once the guard officer of the 407 Pioneer Battalion. I recommend him as the first battalion general, those who are not convinced can go head-to-head with him, and those who can live in it, please express your position. ”

A strong double-knife guard, stepping out of the crowd. He was like an ape, and his limbs were very flexible.

Walking to the center of the square, Cao Zhen pulled out his double knives with a "swish", turned into wings, and said aloud to everyone, "Thank you Lord Zhao for your love, I, Cao Zhen, am willing to serve as a tooth general." If any brother thinks I'm not qualified, come up and fight me. ”

Although he didn't say much, his tone was full of confidence.

The reason why Zao Wou-Ki recommended this person was actually more interested in his commanding ability, Cao Zhen once served as a lieutenant in the world, and the official was a general of the expedition to the west, and his commanding ability was also very strong.

In the crowd, a young swordsman jumped out, and his rebellious meaning was very obvious, "I'm Ximen Zuo, I want to ask Brother Cao's martial arts!"

This powerhouse, who is also at the blue fire level, fought fiercely with Cao Zhen as soon as he came out.

The two sides exerted all their strength, leaving no hands behind, and for a while, the flames were rolling and the killing intent was soaring.

Cao Zhen's twin knives were as thin as cicada wings, and when they danced quickly, they spit out circles of blue fire lotus-like sword intent in the surrounding air. It seems to be a long stream of water, broken and slashed, the aftermath is far-reaching, and the offensive is fierce.

Although Ximen Zuo is a swordsman, a long sword is like a song, each sword seems to stir up a strong scholarly meaning, his sword is the book, the book is the sword, the human sword book is the fusion of the three, and the swordsmanship carries a chivalrous spirit.

Fang Lei on the throne was fascinated and didn't feel anything wrong, the strong obtained military power and held official positions, which was justified. Choosing the stronger from the strong will only be better for the future.

Suddenly, in the process of striking each other hard, Ximen's left long sword was opened by the wing knife, and he flew back to avoid the fatal blow of the whirlwind, and the sword had been missed, compared with Cao Zhen's dexterous wing knife, it was still slightly less timely.

With a big hand stretched out, catching the winged knife that was flying back, Cao Zhen restrained the domineering spirit of the attack, handed the scholar sword over with one hand, and said, "Brother Simon, thank you for your concession." ”

is willing to defeat and lose, Cao Zhen's introverted personality did not arouse Ximenzuo's disgust. He took the sword and nodded slightly back into the crowd.

"Are there any brothers who are willing to fight Cao Mou?"

With his eyes like a torch, Cao Zhen Ling Ran was not afraid of anyone's challenge.

Fang Lei noticed the details when Cao Zhen handed over the sword, he handed the hilt of the sword over, although it was a detail, it reflected his attitude towards people. This style attracted Fang Lei's favor, and he sighed softly, "Lord Zhao, this Cao Zhen not only has sharp knife skills, but also has a good character, he is a general!"

"The leader is subtle, and Cao Zhen can fully serve as a tooth general. ”

Fang Lei nodded and continued to watch.

Cao Zhen's strength is obviously very powerful, and the crowd praises his character. No one came to challenge again, so Zao Wou-Ki was officially appointed, and Cao Zhen was the first battalion general, commanding four hundred skeletons.

Among these four hundred skeletons, one hundred are at the Blue Fire level, and the others are all in the late stage of the Blue Fire First Order.

"The second battalion tooth general, I propose that the blood demon serve as the general, and those who have dissent can challenge it. ”

This second-order powerhouse named Blood Demon is strong, but he is obviously a thorn, and as soon as he stands up, he provokes the challenge of more than ten people. Finally defeated, the second battalion of the tooth general, the competition is also very fierce, after several changes of ownership, finally fell into the hands of a middle-aged soldier named "Yue Feng".

This is a longer than the battle for military power, Fang Lei silently watched, from time to time to ask Zao Wou-Ki about the past of some contenders. At the same time, in another land tens of thousands of miles away in this desert, in the depths of the swamp cave, darkness does not know the end of hundreds of miles, and he knelt on one knee to the left.

The owner of the nest sat down and looked down, cold and silent.

Dressed in blood-patterned dragon armor, his white beard mopping the floor, and his frost eyebrows are like the white rays of a sword.

This extremely powerful white-eyed old man has the same bloodless face as Xiang Tianyang. Since experiencing that divine war, these remaining human beings are all in an extremely weak state, and all of them belong to the fourfold realm of martial artists.

However, the arrogance of looking down on the world, the murderous spirit of being restrained like an abyss, and the pride of fighting against the sky still exist among the eyebrows, and it is difficult to change it through the ages.

Regarding Xiang Tianyang's letting go of Fang Lei, the white-eyed old man hated it, and his five fingers were like claws pinched on the handle.

The two rows of guards below did not dare to raise their heads or breathe.

"I have made a covenant with him to fight, and after the cold winter I will personally claim the shield of taunts. The Lord is unwilling to forgive ......"

Word by word, painstakingly, Xiang Tianyang still did not see the white-eyed old man respond, and suddenly made up his mind in his heart, "Whoa".

With a shake of the long arm, he threw a curved arc towards Tianyang's unique weapon chain, and the shuttle at the end turned into a white light, and he was about to pierce the skull and harm himself. He wants to exchange his death for the promise he once made to Die'er.

"Even if I can't get close, I will guard the sky from afar, so that I can know the taste of food and sleep at night. ”