Maybe a lustful turtle fairy will jump out when she sees Lehman's posture and say Lehman plagiarizes his posture. Maybe a magician with a watt on his head will stand up and say that Lehman's lines are problematic, but they are not here. There are only a group of Tadalin warriors watching Lehman here, and now these warriors are really a little scared.

Is it because Lehman is too powerful? Of course not. Tadalin respects the strong, and the great lord may be stronger than Lehman, not to mention that the god of darkness Aimun is above it.

But even if they weren't afraid of Lehman's strength, they were indeed a little scared. The reason was because of Lehman's killing method--the final outcome of most Tadalin warriors who fought Lehman so far were directly burned to ashes by the psychic cannons, and there was no chance of being thrown into the abyss of sacrifice.

This is a very scary thing for Tadalin, because according to the teachings of these drug-taking gangsters, death in the Lakshill ceremony must at least enter the abyss of sacrifice. Otherwise, if the cycle is incomplete, it would be equivalent to not being able to enjoy the glory of Aimun after death. This is not possible. So a large group of low-level warriors of Tadalin began to whisper.

The great lord Marash sat there, full of irritability--the death of the high-level upgraders is actually a big deal. After all, the high-level upgraders in Tadalin are not talents trained in a systematic manner. They really climbed up by the bodies of many other warriors. Losing one is actually equivalent to losing all the low-level soldiers who climbed to that position for the warrior. It would be fine if this guy died in the formal battle of the upgrade chain, because it proved that the same group of warriors had been trained and replaced them.

But dying in the battle with this guy would really be a big loss. The soldiers below were directly promoted without the baptism of desperate battles and conspiracy. Then the external force that helped them improve their position was Tadalin's enemy. God Emmon really thought that this guy could finally use it for the end of the battle--Marash couldn't help but think of this, because if it weren't like that, Tadalin would have really lost in vain.

Because if he was killed like this, the high-level warrior died, and the soldiers below could not get the training they deserved, and Lakshill's purpose was completely gone. Can Tadalin, who has no engineers or technicians, really get the final position in the final battle?

Thinking of this, Marash couldn't help but feel a little scared. He was not afraid of Lehman, but was afraid of Aimon's unknown attitude. In any case, the Tadalin group could not become useless in Aimon's eyes--this is his bottom line.

It seems that this guy can no longer be used to kill dissidents, otherwise the situation will be getting worse and worse. Thinking of this, Marash looked at Nuroka, who was standing aside quietly and harmless with humans and animals. He knew that this guy was making trouble in secret. If it weren't for this guy's sow discord, the third upgrader would not have challenged Lehman, the disaster star at this time.

But although Marash now hated Nuroka like a salty party being given a sweet tofu brain, he could not set off as a high-level upgrader for a short time. As for the reason, it was because of a system that only the great lords knew in all dynasties. What most Tadalin, or Tadalin except the great lords, did not know that there were a system or rules among the great lords of all dynasties.

This set of rules basically covers a series of ways to conduct macro- and micro-control of the warrior population of Tadalin, and also very seriously stipulates the number of high-level upgraders, the frequency of duels, etc. Overall, the purpose is to compare the proportion of Tadalin's warrior population, high-end combat power, low-end combat power, and cannon fodder.

Simply put, all the great lords of all generations are like unscrupulous bartenders in Valhalla, treating their own tribe as a glass of wine. When should a wave of fertility be launched, when to provoke discord, and when to stop, all these are experience and even regulations.

This thing has basically been passed down from generation to generation by generation. Only when the new lord kills his ex and walks into his office, the relevant memory crystal will pass on this memory after detecting that the previous lord is dead and the birds are facing the sky. So this thing is very subtle for the lords of all generations.

On the one hand, this inheritance must be basically implemented, because those who can climb to that position know that it is not possible to rely on brute force to govern the tribe, but on the other hand, they cannot say this secret, because after ascending to the position of the Great Lord, they no longer have allies, and all the world is enemies--low-level warriors cannot understand the meaning of this at all.

Therefore, Marash is in a state of pain now. According to the concept of the ruling heritage, he must stop fighting among high-level upgraders now, otherwise the subtle ratio of high-level combat power to low-level combat power and cannon fodder will cause a microsecond imbalance, which may eventually lead to a very serious combat power weakening effect.

But the great lords of all generations have suffered so much that they can't speak. He wanted to sternly warn Nuroka not to fuck him. If he struggles any more, he will have to do it. But he can't, he can only hold it in himself--so he has to think of something else.

Feeling the stern vision of the great lord Marash and the sweeping of the psychic waves, Nuroka didn't care. In his opinion, being able to provoke the third upgrader, the fool, to challenge Lehman through a series of means, is a sure profit. Now that the third upgrader is dead, it is even more profitable. There is another obstacle to his capture of the great position. Next, just plan carefully and take Tadalin into his hands...

At this time, Nuroka remembered what Lehman said to him again. He looked at Lehman, who was sitting in the old monk's meditation and began to rest. He was curious why the other party did not swear to surrender to Tadalin as agreed and became Aimon's champion. Has the other party changed his mind? Or was the time not coming?

Just as Nuroka was staring at Lehman and thinking about it, Ginara, who was watching the game in a corner, fell into a feeling of being completely betrayed and her desire for power. She recalled Lehman's previous words and made up her mind--she quietly dispersed with the crowd, waiting for the next opportunity to arrive.

So Srann began to get on track in another day. The Tadalins trained what they should train, went out to rob, and went out to build ships. After everyone worked hard for a day, night fell, purple mist rose, and all Tadalins prepared to bathe in the gods again.

After a few days of peace, it was another night.

Lehman untied his chains and sat upright in the ascension pit, with the diazine surrounding him. Nurokka and Ginara had been cooled for a few days, and it was almost time to start the action, so he was looking forward to at least one visitor, and there might be two. He prepared several different plans for these two possibilities, and now he was waiting for the other party to take the bait.

But we know that fate is always full of drama. Lehman quickly waited for his visitor, but the visitor was obviously a bit unexpected. The person who came was not Nuroka or Ginara, but Alanak whom he had not provoked for taking the initiative during this period. Behind Alanak, he saw Ginara like his young wife.

This made Lehman suddenly have a premonition of laughter and crying. He underestimated Gao Nut's ability to be foolish and play with people's hearts. Now his plan needs to be adjusted again--and then as Lehman was thinking, a tall figure walked out from the other side of the fog, directly opposite Alanak and Ginara.

Lehman looked closely and felt that his face might have a very bad expression now-Nuroka was walking from another direction alone. A fooling night that was supposed to be as planned suddenly turned into a three-party talks that would make any mistake at once, which would make Tadalin's future unblock and would cause earthquakes in the future of the star area.

Lehman sat there expressionlessly. Alanak brought Ginara and Nuroka to the ground steadily. The spirits of the three parties were tightly locked on the other two parties, and no one noticed that a meteor shower passed by Sren's sky at this moment.

Each planet is more or less attacked by a meteor shower at some point. Some are as big as fists, and some are probably the size of a tank. Most meteors will be burned out when they enter the atmosphere, so Sranne's sentinels and patrol fleets react to these stones that have almost burned out in the atmosphere and have no abnormal reactions.

A few pieces that are not burned will hit the two wildernesses without any loss. Just send someone to see them after dawn.

So, in a wilderness, the meteorite fell to the ground with a bang. A sensational movement sounded in the huge pit surrounded by blue smoke. Then two tentacles stretched out from the bottom of the pit. After some investigation, a creature like a soft mud monster climbed up and quickly disappeared into the thick earth fog.

【Locking the host range, Yes】
Chapter completed!