Wizard Academy - Chapter 165

[Chapter 111 The real big era is coming]

As the battle intensified, the entire planet began to undergo dramatic changes.

The ground was cracking like a cobweb, which brought unimaginable catastrophe, as the underground piping system collapsed with it.

This is different from the previous expansion of the earth, which was just an accidental phenomenon in some areas, and the damage caused can still be controlled.

And now, the whole earth is cracking apart.

A broken line means that the entire world can’t deliver electricity, and a broken pipe means that the water source is cut off.

This is a disaster that can’t be compared to any war, especially a city. It is unimaginable how a city without electricity and water can survive.

Everyone panicked, and there seemed to be no hope except for despair.

What’s more, the magic shield built by the great witch was also crumbling in the aftermath of the more intense battle, making people pale, not to mention that there were an incalculable number of undead raging outside.

This war is not over yet, I am afraid they will…

the end of the world has come, and this idea has arisen in everyone’s heart.

The already weak order began to collapse, and human nature revealed the most selfish and evil side.

No electricity, no water, no order. The first thing that was born was to rob people of living resources by bloody and violent means in order to survive.

I don’t know how many people have not reacted, but they saw the robbery against human nature and morality in large supermarkets.

That picture is like hell on earth.

This is just the beginning, and some people may still be condemned by their conscience, but after the last sip of food and water is really used up, who knows what else will happen.

Before, I don’t know how many people thought it was ridiculous to work hard for a bread and people, and even betray faith and reason, but now, this will become everywhere.

The passers-by around me can’t say that they will become “devils” who lose their restraints at any time.

Despair, too dark to see any sunshine ahead, this is the end of the whole world.

I don’t know how many people became numb in their hearts, and even gave up struggling and waited for the final judgment.

It’s just… when there was no future at all, the gods took the lead in pausing the battle and raising their heads.

They can see the trajectory of fate. In fact, compared to the despair of human beings, the gods are no different.

They are doomed to be destroyed, and even in the long river of fate, the history of the gods is like a river that is suddenly cut off, and everything that follows disappears.

That’s right, they have all fallen, and their future trajectories in the long river of fate naturally no longer exist.

Why are they fighting?

Because of their unwillingness to despair, they, like the rulers of the world, need to find a way to vent, so they become endlessly violent.

But just now, in the long river of fate, a light spot suddenly appeared on the road that had been cut off, and it became brighter and brighter.

The gods can see fate, but they cannot control it, because fate is changeable, and no one knows what the road ahead will turn out to be.

Calamity and the companions who fought together also looked to the sky.

In the thick cloud layer, a roar of birds came.

The single-legged Jiutian Divine Bird, which exudes bright yellow light, cut through the dark clouds, patted the sea of clouds, and flew out from the clouds.

Woe frowned and glanced at it, because Jiang Zhu was sitting on Bi Fang Divine Bird’s back.

Bi Fang is trembling now, do you know where it is now?

The gods looked around, and there were guys from Xuanpu Hill who were even more terrifying than the gods.

Jiang Zhu directly asked Bi Fang to stop beside the calamity.

To be honest, he was prepared to keep teleporting before entering the battlefield to avoid damage to him from the aftermath of the battle.

But what’s the situation now?

Why didn’t you fight suddenly?

So weird.

Jiang Zhu said directly to Wu: “We can’t fight anymore, Xuanpuqiu can’t hold on anymore.”

Jiang Zhu knows best about what Wu cares about most.

If it is said that the destruction of the former Xuanpu Hill has made the disaster like stagnant water from now on.

But after the reconstruction of Xuanpu Hill, the heart of Misfortune has reappeared, because… the reconstruction of the entire Xuanpu Hill, Misfortune is also involved in the whole process, and he provides the most reliable shelter for Xuanpu Hill.

It can be said that if there is no shelter from disaster, at the beginning of Jiang Zhu’s reconstruction of Xuanpu Hill, he would not know how many times he was swallowed by the great wasteland under such harsh conditions.

With no strength and wealth, the dangers involved are unimaginable. Why did Jiang Zhu develop Xuanpuqiu smoothly without even worrying about any dangers, not because of his special feelings for Xuanpuqiu.

Woe’s brows furrowed even more.

Tens of thousands of years of revenge, representing the revenge of the will of the entire Xuanpu Hill, is no longer a matter of calamity for one person. Those people who have drifted in the weak water Tianhe for endless years need a result.

Jiang Zhu also sighed, how could the hatred and killing that could not be washed away for a long time, how could it end because of his words.

Jiang Zhu continued: “Not all the gods who came here participated in that battle, and their crimes were not enough to slaughter them.

” Blood to wash away their sins.”

What happened in the past must have a result, Jiang Zhu said, because this is also a disaster, and it is the last bottom line of the former people of Xuanpuqiu. They can’t let go of the former invaders and destroyers. Thousands of years of obsession.

Just as Jiang Zhu once thought, no one can forgive the enemy for them.

“But for the rest, exile them, let them take the sins left by their compatriots and go to Guiyuan together.”

Misfortune was stunned for a moment.

Guiyuan? The void where there is no sound and no sunshine.

Sometimes, living is not necessarily better than dying.

Banished into Guiyuan with their sins, Jiang Zhu was talking about… the undead.

Silence, the whole world seems to be silent.

Cao stood quietly, but Jiang Zhu was close enough to see the changing patterns in Cao’s eyes.

It was a picture of ancient countries and secret tribes fighting with the undead with all their strength in the great wasteland, and the old people and children on the bronze city wall of Xuanpu Hill resisting the undead under the city wall.

Misfortune should now be using some method to watch what is happening in the Great Wilderness.

It turned out that this battle was no longer a decisive battle between them and the gods, but also a battle for survival in the Great Wilderness and even this unknown land.

The former Xuanpu Hill was destroyed, but the new Xuanpu Hill has been established.

Do you really want to destroy Xuanpu Hill again for the hatred that you once couldn’t let go of?

There are also those ancient countries and secret tribes, many of which were also tribes that once followed in the footsteps of Xuanpu Hill. Now, because of this endless war, they are once again caught in the flames of war.

He is the master of Xuanpu Hill, and he bears not only the hatred he once had, but also the important task of leading the former clansmen back to hope.

Time passes little by little.

Jiang Zhu also knew that this was a very difficult choice for the calamity.

If someone decides on behalf of Xuanpuqiu, then it will only be a disaster.

Misfortune’s eyes are very complicated. If all the creatures in the Great Wilderness are in front of him now, they will definitely look at him with anticipation, because this is an opportunity for the Great Wilderness to return to peace and prosperity, because even if he kills all the gods, he will not be able to. There are too many undead to stop the spread of the undead.

Only the gods who created the undead are the ultimate solution.

Use the hand that created the disaster to solve the source, and everything goes back to the beginning.

I don’t know how long it took, when the low voice came out: “Okay.” The

single word made Jiang Zhu heave a sigh of relief, because Jiang Zhu also hoped that the disaster would come out of hatred, live his own life, and get a new life. .

In the past, every time Jiang Zhu thought about the endless years of misfortune, he would walk so lonely in every corner of the great wasteland day after day, like walking with corpses, and his heart ached.

Of course, the damned still has to die.

It’s not just the disaster and the people who used to be Xuanpuqiu who need a result and justice. What’s wrong with all living beings in the great wilderness. In their pursuit of peace, generations of people have sacrificed too much. The culprit, they have the power to get an answer.

This is a crusade from all the victims.

It’s time to make them pay.

The creatures in the Great Wilderness have nothing to do with the gods, but at this time, under the crusade led by the disaster, they can claim their sins.

The world is dead silent.

Jiang Zhu is now facing all the remaining gods.

In front of the gods, Jiang Zhu was as small as an ant, but at this time it was exuding a dazzling light, which was… the light of hope of the gods.

In the long river of fate that has been cut off, the only light that can be seen.

It is impossible for the high gods to remember the appearance of small humans, and it is impossible to remember, but at this time, Jiang Zhu’s appearance was imprinted in their minds.

Jiang Zhu knew that even if he didn’t speak, with the power of the gods, he knew what he wanted to express.

This is their last chance.

Either continue to make sins until they are slaughtered, as the fate of the river shows at the beginning, everything is cut off, and it ends here, and there are no more gods in this world.

Or go to the dead abyss with the karma they created, and this disaster starts and ends with them.

The sky and the earth are rolling.

Don’t look at the quiet, but there are two completely different paths in the long river of fate.

The future has become a common choice for both parties.

time flies.

Between heaven and earth there is only the lament of the gods.

From then on, the rulers of this world are no longer the gods.

“Boom.”

Several god corpses crashed to the ground, losing their vitality, and they died a little peacefully, no longer unwilling and violent like the gods who were slaughtered before.

This catastrophe brought about by them that will destroy the fellow gods along with them will end with their disappearance.

For the creatures of the Great Wilderness, this is a disaster, and for the gods, why not.

Their death is actually an apology to those compatriots.

It is a pity that the glory of the gods is no longer, and the era of the gods has really come to an end.

When Jiang Zhu saw the corpses of the gods, he knew the choices of the gods.

This is indeed the only hope for them. The choice between death and living is actually not difficult.

Because the world has no electricity, everyone still doesn’t know what’s going on.

All they knew was that the shaking shield suddenly stopped, the roars of the gods vanished violently, and even the undead raging outside became quiet.

what happened?

Which side won?

The same is true in the Great Wilderness. The undead people like the waves stopped attacking and walked in one direction at the same time, which made people stunned.

“Is the war… over?”

Can’t believe it, and can’t believe it.

The whispers of the gods continued, seemingly controlling all the undead.

The victors are the gods? This is impossible. When the gods are at their most prosperous, the disaster can kill them into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, not to mention some of the gods left behind.

At this time, some wonderful things also happened in modern times. The giant god with the head and the body of a snake looked at the creatures on the earth, and then said, “Take care of them.”

It was like a mother’s entrustment.

Jiang Zhu opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say for a while.

The feelings of the gods are very rich, and it is not completely indifferent to kill evil.

Of course, this was not for Jiang Zhu, but for… the last human emperor.

The gods began to leave, taking all the undead people on the earth, through the void pierced by the sky and building wood, and returned to the great wasteland.

It is not right to say that they are returning to the Great Wilderness, they are going to Guiyuan.

In the land of mountains and seas, the figures of giant gods are taller than the peaks. They move forward step by step, followed by undead people who form the same ocean.

The ancient country and the secret tribe of the Great Wilderness were terrified at first, and the gods… came back.

But it was soon discovered that something was wrong. The gods were taking away all the undead.

In the end what happened?

Stop fighting?

But… it seems that peace has come.

They don’t yet know that an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity has come, and they don’t know who let the gods take away the most evil undead in the world.

This will be a brand new era.

At this time, Jiang Zhu was also very busy, and he was going to compile a book about the history of Xuanpu Hill.

For the sake of the current peace, he let go of hatred, he had to let everyone know Xuanpuqiu’s contribution, and he couldn’t let this war have no meaning.

[End of This Chapter]