Chapter 508: Starting a War (Part 1)

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At the majestic Niujiao Mountain, the empty Jiuli tribe, Jiu Ye scanned everything around him, his eyes full of emotion and complexity.

Everyone left, and at this moment, only Jiuye was left in the entire Jiuli tribe.

With Ye Qingshan being sent away by himself a day ago, the lava dwarf Magni also left the Jiuli tribe with all the remaining dwarves under the compulsory request of Jiuye.

Before leaving the Jiuli clan, Magni once told Jiuli that he would not leave. Jiuli clan was his home and everything about him came from Jiuli clan. Now Jiuli clan is in crisis and he cannot leave. Besides, although the angel is powerful, it does not mean that Jiuli clan has no hope at all, so he wants to stay and fight with Jiuli clan.

But Master Jiu knocked Magni to the ground with a backhand slap, and told Magni with a cold look that if he didn't take the dwarf away now, he would kill him!

Hope? Maybe there was, but it was once.

Jiu Ye knew his situation and was more aware of the situation of the enemy. The process of the overthrow of the gods back then was not as simple as imagined. As a terrible race that has been standing on this land for tens of thousands of years, the power of the gods is beyond doubt. Moreover, the Jiuli people from the East that year were only part of the entire Jiuli tribe.

This is why the Jiuli clan only awakened Jiuye in this era, but there were nearly 10,000 gods.

At the same time, the gap between the Gods and the Jiuli tribe was not as big as everyone imagined. In a sense, it was a hard battle.

If it weren't for the deep resentment between the gods and other races at that time, the gods wouldn't have been dragged down by the Jiuli tribe.

So Master Jiu asked Magni to take the dwarves away, because Master Jiu knew very well that facing the powerful gods, the joining of these dwarves was meaningless, and their death and sacrifice were also worthless.

Similarly, Jiu Ye knew better that he could not leave. On the one hand, it was because the ancestral teachings of the Jiu Li clan made Jiu Ye unable to retreat. In addition, there was another important reason that if he did not die, the war would never stop.

Angels and Jiuli tribes are deadly enemies. It was because of the emergence of Jiuli tribe that the angels' tens of thousands of years of rule were over. If in this era, who was the race that the angel tribe most wanted to get rid of?

That must be Jiuli!

On the one hand, it is because killing themselves as Jiuli people can satisfy their deformed and distorted minds. On the other hand, it is because history tells them that if they want to continue to rule this land, Jiuli people are their biggest obstacle.

When desire and ideals are integrated, an extremely strong will will arise, which is also called obsession in the East.

This is how the gods are now. In order to allow their race to rule the land again, and to clean up the shame that the Jiuli tribe once brought to them, the Jiuli tribe must die!

Jiu Ye knew very well and understood the determination of the Angel clan to kill him, so when he saw Ye Qingshan, Jiu Ye chose to give up his hope of striving for it, and used the last foundation of the Jiuli clan to ignite a bright and prosperous road for Ye Qingshan.

Jiuye himself is just a member of the Jiuli tribe and cannot represent the Jiuli tribe. In the near future, when the Jiuli tribe returns, when Ye Qingshan has grown to the point where no one can underestimate him, all his efforts are worth it at this moment.

This is a seed. I can't see the seed germinate and grow into a towering tree. But because I have planted this seed, if one day the Jiuli tribe is tired and unable to do it, I can still hide under this ginseng tree.

And now when everyone has left, standing alone at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, staring ahead, even though he has seen the God of Death smiling at him, Jiu Ye has no regrets in his heart.

Taking off the black robe, the upper body of Jiu Ye, which was loose due to his old age, was covered with scars. On Jiu Ye's chest, there was a blurred ink wrinkle tattooed. Many lines were no longer obvious, but you could vaguely feel the fierce aura emitted by the ink wrinkle.

Sitting alone in front of the Jiuli Tribe, Jiu Ye was holding a bowl of wine beside him, his sharp eyes staring at the thick fog in front of him, and the air was filled with an unsettling murderous aura. At this moment, Jiu Ye was like a warrior. Although he was old, the hot blood of the warrior was still flowing in his bones!

Heavy steps sounded from the horizon, and the air was mixed with harsh sounds of breaking through the air. White figures cut the thick fog in front of you, and terrible auras rose in the white fog.

In the broken fog, rising breaths gathered into a huge twelve-winged angel. The scorching high temperature rose on the angel's body. Amid the loud sound of the war horn, the huge phantom of the twelve-winged angel was unconcealed and suppressed the breath of killing and destruction in the direction of Jiuye.

With an old body, the edge of his eyebrows seemed to tear apart the heaven and earth. Facing the phantom of the twelve-winged angels filled with the aura of destruction and murder, an ancient aura rose from Jiu Ye's body, which was no less than that of the twelve-winged angels!

The terrifying qi and blood swelled at this moment. The blurred ink sparse on the other end of the chest seemed to become clear under the nourishment of qi and blood. A breath of an ancient ferocious beast filled with the brutal and violent aura spread on the tattoo of the ink sparse.

“Moo~~!”

A voice from ancient times was filled with the wildness and madness of that era.

The air exploded, and the terrifying ripples seemed to be about to shatter the space. Two terrifying forces collided together. One was the phantom of the twelve-winged angels formed by thousands of angel blood, representing the supreme god of the gods!

One is the ink rhinoceros with Jiuye’s blood, which belonged to the totems of the Jiuli tribe in ancient times!

At the moment when the angel and Mo Yi collided, the terrifying force tore the white world.

At the foot of Niujiao Mountain, Jiu Ye sat cross-legged in front of Jiuli tribe. Under the nourishment of qi and blood, Jiu Ye's loose body regained its vitality at once. The blurred tattoo of the ink rhinoceros on the other end of his chest seemed to be alive at this moment.

A black ink rhinoceros, staring at the red eyes, glared ahead, and exuded a rich aura of ferocious beasts on Mo Shi's huge and strong body.

And opposite the Ninth Master, on the empty high slope, there were thousands of angels wearing heavy armor and solemn expressions.

Angels are very strong, at least they are the strength of a level six monster. They generally have the strength of a level seven. Some angels have the strength of a level eight monster, or even close to the power of a level nine monster.

If these angels in front of you are placed on the surface of the earth, they will be an invincible legion!

Even the weakest angel is a well-deserved strong man in the surface world, but here they are just the most ordinary and ordinary member of this terror legion.

Each angel is wearing a standard silver-white heavy armor, holding a similar lightsaber in his hand. It is a weapon condensed from high concentration of light elements. It is comparable to a laser weapon and has a hot and high temperature that melts everything!
Chapter completed!