Chapter 1258 Fighting for the Human Race
Zhao Yin's heart was heavy, and the joy he had just felt for collecting all the materials for the SS-level evolution potion had long since disappeared.
Before he knew it, Qinglang was already in tears.
He recalled that when he first arrived at the Tenth Battlefield, every Silver Armored King had provided him with countless shelters.
When he arrived at the tenth battlefield, the human kings he saw were not powerful, nor were they worshipped by millions of people, nor did they abuse their power...
They work diligently, shed their blood for the human race, feel sad for the human race's decline, and feel excited for the human race's rise.
They used their own will to shape the faith of the human race... They used their own flesh and blood to build the Great Wall for the human race...
With their own blood, sweat and soul, they fight towards the heavens, so that the human race can continue...
With their great majesty, they make the human race unaware of how strong the foreign races are, how difficult the human race has to go through… They also make them unaware of the vicissitudes of time and the cruelty of all living beings!
They guarded it year after year...
Decade after decade, there are still people who guard the tenth battlefield for millions of years...
Every thought and action of theirs enables the human race to survive... Every wish of theirs breaks the darkness and dawns...
"Perhaps, the human race still has a future...!"
Qinglang closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head: "But you can't see!"
Tears dripped onto his blood-stained boots, like scattered petals, and also like the color of a broken heart.
His hoarse voice whispered in the wind.
"We have no home anymore. King Biying is gone... King Jiang is gone too... King Guanghui, you are gone too...!"
"Without the king, the silver armor is gone... Without the human race, the tenth battlefield feels so strange...!"
A deep sadness enveloped Qinglang. He stood there quietly, yet hysterically.
His shattered heart shattered again, bleeding and turning into ashes...
"Come home with me!"
A big hand patted Qinglang on the shoulder. Qinglang turned around and saw it was Zhao Yin.
Zhao Yin could sense Qinglang's mood at the moment and wanted to say a few words to comfort him.
Tell him that Silver Armor will appear in the Tenth Domain sooner or later.
But in the end, Zhao Yin couldn't utter a word.
Aliens are not the scariest thing; what is truly scary is the traitors to the human race.
The king was able to resist the alien race for millions of years, but no matter whether it was the twelfth domain or the tenth domain... they were eventually destroyed by his own people.
Zhao Yin didn’t know whether a human traitor would appear in the Ninth Domain one day.
It's like a person, no matter how strong his defense is, he cannot resist the parasites in his body.
The key is that it is impossible to tell which piece of flesh and blood is needed, and which piece of meat contains deadly poisonous insects.
Moreover, the human race was able to hold on only because of the checks and balances among all races, the constraints of the all races’ contract… and the human race’s use of resources and countless lives to open the ancestral formation…
Zhao Yin didn't know much about the human race's ancestral formation, and he had only studied the Four Symbols Ancestral Formation.
Now I understand that the ancestral formation is also a double-edged sword. Every time it is opened, it requires tremendous resources. There is even the Nine-Tailed Blood-Burning Formation, which is like a sacrificial formation!
Zhao Yin had seen Xiao Sheng use a similar ancestral formation in the trial space of Hongjia in the eighth battlefield.
Xiao Sheng and tens of thousands of ordinary human red armors, even the strongest ones, fought and killed an angel demigod... In that battle, all human beings died tragically.
Including Xiao Sheng himself, he suppressed a trace of his soul in the trial space before his death. After his death, that trace of soul was protected by the trial space, and finally let Zhao Yin see everything...
"The human race has been drinking poison to quench its thirst!"
At this moment, Zhao Yin thought a lot and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.
The human race is getting weaker year by year, and every war is a consumption of future strength.
Then one day, the entire nothingness, all the great domains, and the human world will all cease to exist.
At that time, what choice should Zhao Yin make?
"What the human race needs is not more kings or more resources...but to break the status quo, only then can we change our destiny!"
"To have one more human emperor who surpasses the monarch level and can make all races tremble... or to have resources ten thousand times more than what we have now!"
Zhao Yin murmured in his heart, he also understood that this was not very realistic.
If he understands this truth, naturally countless people will understand it as well.
The Biying King and others understood, and the Shuzhe King also understood...
For today's human race, this may be impossible.
"No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it. Under the protection of the Ten Thousand Races Covenant, the human race is like a frog in boiling water. Sooner or later, it will perish... We have to fight for it!"
Zhao Yin couldn't influence others.
He inherited the core world of King Mo and carried the enchanted armor of the pig clan...
Zhao Yin’s abilities were no less than anyone else’s… Zhao Yin couldn’t think of a reason not to fight for the human race.
And the gift from Li Wangyu... the hope in white... Jiangshan, the old cripple, Shen Lisui, Tang Tang...
At this moment, one figure after another appeared in Zhao Yin's mind.
The memories of the previous life before death seemed to be slowly dispersed by these figures...
"I, Zhao Yin, don't want any heroism, nor do I want to put myself in danger... I just want to live well, take a few girls and the monkeys with me...!"
“But if the human race perishes, today’s Qing Lang, tomorrow’s Zhao Yin…!”
"It is better to hope for myself than to hope for others to fight for it!"
Zhao Yin couldn't think of a reason to keep himself out of trouble.
No matter what, he couldn't let the human race perish.
Qinglang looked at Zhao Yin, his face full of tear marks, and even Bai Wei, who was standing beside him, had red eyes.
She shares the same fate as Qinglang.
"Zhao Yin, I'm hungry." Wang Chunhua pulled Zhao Yin's hand and said savagely, "I want to go back and eat the meat of the big white goose!"
"Go back!" Zhao Yin nodded.
He had to arrange for Zhu Yao to immediately refine the SS-level healing potion.
Zhao Yin walked across the battlefield, with the power of teleportation surging around him. All the corpses and equipment were teleported to the Demonic Soil Plateau, at the feet of the ancestor's clone.
The bodies of the four alien demigods killed by Qinglang and the two quasi-gods of the angel and wood tribes were deliberately put into his space bracelet.
After finishing everything, Zhao Yin took a few people and returned to the core world.
In the center of the oasis, Zhao Yin called Zhu Yao and Zhu Dan.
"Owner!"
"Owner!"
The two female pigmen's eyes immediately lit up when they saw the Longevity Prison in Zhao Yin's hand.
At this time, the demigod-level blood essence that Zhao Yin possessed had already surpassed ten types!
There were twenty-three alive.
Not to mention the angel Jia Lan whose level has dropped.
There are more than a dozen quasi-god-level creatures, both dead and alive.
Zhao Yin first took out the corpses of four demigod-level aliens and two quasi-god-level ones.
"These corpses need to be dealt with immediately. Zhu Yao, you will start refining the SS-level evolution potion immediately. Zhu Dan, I have also gathered all the materials you requested. Start refining the three kinds of pills immediately."