Book of Gods and Demons

The Great Alliance, Chapter 724 of the main body of the Book of Gods and Demons, sighed constantly.

He finally had a full understanding of Medland, these ancient existences, and the current natural disasters.

Mr. Sherlock inquired about the news that Medland was a feedlot?

Sure enough, this is a pasture for raising storage tanks.

"So" Joe looked at Gatekeeper One thoughtfully: "If I'm not mistaken, almost all the knowledge of the splendid civilizations in the past has been destroyed, and it is your handwork?"

Gatekeeper One took another sip of wine: "No, it was not destroyed, but it was stored by us, and ordinary people are not eligible to contact it."

With a soft snort, the gatekeeper one looked at Joe and said seriously: "With your current intelligence, you should be able to think of why."

Joe nodded.

Of course he can think of why.

Look at the base chariot controlled by Salian, it is a masterpiece of the ancient goblin civilization.

A base tank can produce a large number of powerful war machines in a short period of time, forming a torrent of steel that sweeps the earth and obscures the sky.

Those goblin golems, those magic puppet light cannons, are even more lethal.

But for Al, such advanced weapons shouldn't exist at all.

El and they can't wait, all humans in Medland fight with wooden sticks and stones.

The more primitive, the more powerful the individual is needed.

The more cruel, the more the individual is forced to practice madly.

Only crazy training, only cruel wars, and only the most primitive and **** wars that rely on physical killings can continue to emerge from the powerful transcendent epic legendary demigods. In the end, there will be a god-level storage tank. !

If everyone uses today's hot weapons to kill, if the effect of extraordinary combat power on the battlefield is minimal, if extraordinary combat power is the same as ordinary warriors, they will be easily killed by powerful magic weapons.

Who would spend huge resources, waste countless money, spend countless energy, and work hard to cultivate?

Even if there are high-ranking empires who understand the benefits of cultivation, some people want the powerful power, long life and long-lasting youthful vitality that cultivation brings, they will practice hard.

But lack of sufficient base, lack of enough **** killing pressure, it is hard to believe that there will be enough god-level storage tanks for the cultivation of a few high-level empires.

Therefore, destroy the glorious achievements of the past civilization and return the breeding farm of Medland to the original

Think about it, those light cannons with amazing lethality used by goblin golems are the crystallization of high-end technology.

And coexisting with these magic puppet light guns is that the most advanced thermal weapons used by the countries of Medland are actually flintlock rifles. Some countries actually use matchlocks!

Regardless of whether the flintlock rifle or the matchlock gun, through Joe’s personal experience in combat, we can know that these primitive gunpowder weapons are extremely limited in their extraordinary lethality. The real main combat power of various countries still falls on the extraordinary existence of the army.

Not to mention, there is also the existence of the abyss battlefield, which forces countries to continuously invest huge resources year after year to build a powerful and extraordinary coalition at any cost.

Joe sighed.

He looked at the abyss gate at his feet, and said solemnly: "Then, abyss consciousness"

Gatekeeper One looked at Joe solemnly: "When I was awakened and learned that you claimed to be blushing, I knew that the claws of the All-Knowing One actually reached into Medland."

"Then, the appearance of the abyss consciousness is by no means accidental."

After taking a big sip of wine, Gatekeeper One said with a serious face: "When we made the world of Medland, in our setting, these three continents could not give birth to self-consciousness."

"Without this function, without this setting, this shouldn't happen at all."

Qiao squinted his eyes: "But this is the case, the abyss consciousness appeared, and he took the initiative to help the exiled masters, or the gods, returned to Medland and directly caused the current natural disaster!"

Gatekeeper One looked at Joe bitterly: "So, I awakened a few old friends. Based on our analysis and guessing the All-Knowing One, He can influence Medland. We don’t know what went wrong, but obviously, He Able to influence Medland."

In Joe's mind, Laplacian's figure emerged, sitting on the crimson multi-faceted crystal in Joe's mind, ticking, smoking a small pipe happily.

"Perhaps those who are in control, of course, with their wisdom, they may not cooperate with the omniscient because they were born in Medland. They have nothing to do with the world we originally lived in?"

"But who can tell?"

"Perhaps, among us, there have been traitors such as Hill Church!"

Gatekeeper One looked at Joe very seriously: "All-knowing people, just give them a little knowledge, it is enough for them to do tricks in the Abyss Continent."

Joe stared at Gatekeeper One: "You guys, didn't you notice any useful information?"

Gatekeeper No. 1’s gray face turned slightly darker: “The manufacturing of Medland has exhausted our power. We are in this new small world. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com seals and expels those who are in control. In addition, it has caused us serious injuries."

He grumbled to Qiao with angrily: "Now is the glory calendar of 1,380 years. We have only fallen asleep for more than 1,300 years. We now have less than one-thousandth of the power at the peak."

"We are sleeping and recovering from injuries. We have no strength or energy to take care of external affairs."

"It's not just us the first generation of human race veterans, those second, third, and fourth generations of the early races who followed us into Medland, they are the most powerful combat power of the human race, we Core backbone."

"They are charging ahead, and their injuries are heavier. So far, many of them, we don't dare to wake them up once they wake up, maybe they will fall completely!"

"Medland's business, we are all handed over to the younger generation who grew up later"

Gatekeeper One murmured: "But now it seems that it is clear that they have failed our hopes."

Qiao squinted and nodded thoughtfully: "Then, you should be thankful that you can still be awakened from your deep sleep if I guess."

Gatekeeper One's face changed slightly.

The gate of the abyss trembled slightly. Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a statue was ten miles high, a whole body scarlet, with sharp horns, twelve pairs of huge meat wings on its back, and three long tails fluttering wildly behind it. Born with three heads and six arms, powerful creatures with extremely hideous and mighty looks walked out of the abyss gate step by step.

The body of the abyss consciousness is completely condensed.

The abyss, just stepped into Medland step by step.

"Crimson, you are the commander-in-chief. I obey your command. Now, let us kill something, or burn something?"

The abyss laughed loudly.