Chapter 3880: A difficult situation (1)
Chapter 3880: A difficult situation (1)
Countless cultivators, including Tang Zhen, were paying attention to the messenger team.
He activated the divine Kingdom in his mind and sent the messenger team into it. Then, he chose to watch from a distance.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to interfere, but the more he interfered, the greater the backlash would be. It was like adding oil to the fire.
The only thing he could do was to set some special rules to enhance the combat power of the team of messengers as much as possible so that they could last longer.
For example, this upgrade mode could ensure that their injuries would heal after the upgrade, allowing the messenger team to have stronger combat power.
The chaos divinity that blocked the attack also had the ability to level up and heal, and the number was endless.
After killing one wave of monsters, more monsters would appear.
It was indeed quite difficult for the monsters to break through the interception and reach the location of the teleportation circle.
This was the only method. If this operation failed, Tang Zhen would continue to try.
No matter how great the sacrifice was, the news had to be sent out.
As the killing continued, the messenger team, which had been fighting on their own, slowly gathered together.
They found that it was easy to be surrounded if they fought alone. If they could stand back to back with each other, the difficulty of the battle would be greatly reduced.
By forming a huge group and leaving their backs to the other groups, they could still have a chance to rest.
Before this operation, each family had chosen to undergo closed-door training, afraid that others would find out their tactics.
There was no consideration for such a big team cooperation, and they were against it from the bottom of their hearts.
Everyone wanted to keep all the benefits to themselves and was unwilling to share them with others.
In the end, when they arrived at the battlefield, they found that such behavior was quite short-sighted. A small team alone was like a small sampan in the raging waves, not as stable and safe as a big ship.
If they worked together, they might be able to walk a hundred steps, but if they fought alone, they might not even be able to walk fifty steps.
Many of the cultivators from the sects who were watching the battle had gloomy expressions on their faces. They were secretly regretting their selfishness in the past.
If it wasn’t for his greed, how could such a thing happen?
However, it was too late for regrets now.
Seeing that some teams had come to their senses and tried to cooperate, the cultivators watching the battle were slightly relieved.
There were many cultivators in the audience who had placed heavy bets on how long each team could last and whether they would win in the end.
If the messenger team was wiped out halfway and could not reach the expected time, they would most likely lose everything.
The messenger team that had been working so hard was related to their money, so they naturally hoped to last long enough.
The team of messengers in the divine Kingdom of his mind naturally did not know what the audience outside was thinking. They were still focused on fighting the monster.
The Guardians who had been able to survive until now had killed more than one enemy and leveled up more than once.
Although his strength was constantly increasing, the pressure he was under was also increasing.
Above their heads, they could see a clear arrow pointing to the direction they were going.
Although he didn’t have to worry about getting lost, the process of moving forward was too difficult. Every step he took was a river of blood.
The cold and emotionless cultivator in black armor was also made of flesh and blood, but he didn’t care about pain or death.
Wave after wave, they charged forward, not hesitating to exchange their lives for the messenger team’s, firmly holding them back.
The party members ’initial shock quickly turned into numbness, and in the end, only endless indifference remained.
All kinds of emotions had been diluted with the killing, and they gradually became cold machines.
They kept on killing just to achieve their final goal. They didn’t even care about their own lives.
As expected, such a terrifying environment could easily turn people into demons.
After paying a terrible price, the scattered teams finally gathered together and tried to turn their backs to their former competitors to resist the waves of attacks from the monsters.
The originally small camp immediately became large. The cultivators only needed to resist the enemies in front of them, and the injured could temporarily retreat to the back to rest.
The messenger in the team was still in the middle, enjoying the protection of The Guardian.
Looking at their heavily injured teammates, some of the messengers were filled with pain and pity.
However, there were also some messengers who had been successfully brainwashed by their sects and believed that the sacrifice of their teammates was reasonable.
They, too, had to make sacrifices at the critical moment to complete their noble mission.
Compared to the benefits of the sect, his own existence was not worth mentioning. Even if he had to sacrifice himself, it would not matter.
In order to make the messenger team loyal to them, these sects had used many methods, using emotions and reasoning, and receiving great benefits.
Every member who took part in the operation was truly willing, and their will was quite strong.
If they did not meet the conditions, they would not be qualified to participate in the mission and would be kicked out of the team without hesitation.
Even if there was a lack of manpower, they must not leave any hidden dangers, so as not to cause the previous efforts to be in vain.
It was for this reason that the team of messengers had maintained their high fighting spirit and showed no signs of collapse.
The little monk’s eyes were still covered and he didn’t want to see this tragic and heroic scene. However, from the rhythm of his chanting, one could tell that he had been affected.
Moreover, the incantation at this moment was no longer for the purpose of calming one’s mind, but to ferry the souls of the dead.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears. It was a woman, causing the little monk’s chanting to stop slightly.
I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Hurry up and leave!
Another voice rang out. It was still as familiar as before, but compared to the frivolous voice of the past, this voice was now filled with determination and pain.
"No, let’s go together. I will never leave you behind."
silly girl, hurry up and leave. You can’t save me. If you dawdle any longer, we’ll both die!
"No, no one is more important than you. Even if we die, we’ll die together."
The girl shouted and rushed toward her trapped brother, but she was quickly blocked.
Looking at her brother who was trapped, the girl let out a cry of despair.
After all, The Guardian was not a machine. He could not watch his loved ones die and not save them.
However, at this moment, everyone was fighting to the death on the battlefield. No one could provide any help.
Even if they could, they might not help, because it was not worth it.
The girl asked for help from her teammates, but she didn’t get a response.
Seeing that her brother’s situation was getting more and more dangerous, the girl kept asking for help, her voice full of despair.
Soon, she saw the small monk. She hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to speak.
"Little monk, please save my brother. I beg you, he is my only family."
When the other messengers heard this, they looked at the girl coldly, with disgust and ridicule.
He knew that the small monk was a Messenger, but he still asked for help. This kind of behavior really made people speechless.
The small monk was still chanting the sutras as if he had not heard anything.
The girl’s face was filled with despair. The small monk was her only life-saving straw, and she definitely couldn’t give up on him so easily.
She begged again, but there was still no response.
The girl finally lost all hope. Looking at her brother who was surrounded by the enemy, she laughed bitterly and rushed forward.
She knew that she couldn’t save her brother, and that she would only die if she rushed forward. However, she had to take action.
If he did it, he would have no regrets, but if he didn’t, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Everyone was indifferent to the girl’s actions. They had become numb to the endless killing and death.
The girl’s actions didn’t affect the overall situation. It was just a matter of whether she died earlier or later.
Seeing the two siblings gathered together and about to be devoured, the small monk suddenly stopped chanting.
"AI!"
The small monk heaved a long sigh and tore off the cloth covering his eyes. He looked in the direction of the siblings.
in the end, cloth can only cover the eyes, but it can’t cover the heart. If you don’t do what you know is right, is this cultivation? "
After saying this, the small monk shook his head gently and sneered.
"If that’s the case, then what’s the point of cultivating?"
Ignoring the shocked expressions of the other messengers, the small monk laughed and waved his iron rod as he rushed into the monsters.