These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 459: Grabbing a ray of hope

at the same time.

At the Sword Casting Villa, Ning Zheng's original form, as the old steward, went straight up the mountain.

"Old steward, why are you here?"

"Please save this world."

"We were wrong. We were a group of unqualified saviors."

"No matter how much we calculate this big plot, we feel powerless!"

Basically in every game there is an old village chief in the novice village, welcoming the arrival of the player who claims to be the savior.

The same thing happened to them in front of me.

But they never expected that the destruction before them would be so vast and despairing, and they secretly hated themselves for not taking action!

I regret it so much now!

Ning Zheng was puzzled when she saw them confessing their mistakes and correcting them.

The destruction of the world is the fault of humans and gods, isn't this your fault?

Honestly speaking, Ning Zheng felt that they were already powerful enough and their ability to take action was strong enough. The rapid development of the villa was already a miracle in human history!

But why do they have such a strong sense of responsibility? They insist that this time the world cannot be saved and it is their fault!

Since this plot has a bad ending, it must be their fault!
Actually.

The sneak attack by the human god was unexpected by all the cultivators in Jiuzhou, even the big bosses were caught off guard.

Why did the young blacksmith take on so much responsibility?

Ning Zheng was clear-headed and knew what she, a small cultivator in the Three Yuan Realm, could do. She ran away decisively.

But now for some unknown reason it failed to run successfully.

But Ning Zheng changed her mind and thought that it was a good thing for the young blacksmiths to do this. It would encourage them who were in despair and pain, and make them work harder in moving bricks in the future instead of laughing every day.

"Now, I have a task for you."

Ning Zheng said in a deep voice: "This concerns the future of the entire Jiuzhou."

The eyes of the desperate crowd lit up.

I am not afraid of the difficulty of the task, I am afraid that the task will not come.

"Old steward, please speak!"

"For Kyushu, we are willing to die!"

"Give it all, no matter what!"

Ning Zheng looked around and her eyes fell on the group of ember weapons:
"Nowadays, humans have to be quarantined for a period of time when entering any survival zone, but weapons don't need to be quarantined. Weapons cannot be infected."

"And weapons can prove your status as Xirong's master craftsmen."

"I want you weapons to go to each human survival area and hold a worship ceremony. Let the remaining human cities worship Xirong Godsmith and voluntarily donate a drop of blood."

Ning Zheng described the general process.

Why can the followers of Wusheng Sect absorb Qi Luck -2?
Because they are fanatical believers of the Wusheng Religion and are willing to trade with the Wusheng Mother. All they have to do is pretend to be the Wusheng Mother and get them to agree to the transaction.

If she could impersonate the Mother of No Birth and kill these believers, it would be possible for her to succeed, let alone a mere transaction of luck?

And now.

Ning Zheng wants to establish a temporary Xirong cult.

If this plan was not feasible before, but now Xirong's reputation is too strong, Jiuzhou's hope, and he even has some fanatical fans.

There is a great possibility that they will become temporary fanatics, and if they sincerely agree to the transaction of luck points, they can reap the benefits themselves.

As for the donation of blood, it was fake, but the transaction in the name of donating a drop of blood to make the other party agree to donate luck points was real.

And the blood can be pretended to be just the Xirong master craftsman who is collecting their blood to study the method to crack the ape-man and cover up the truth that he is collecting luck.

After all, there must be a reason for holding such cult rituals without any reason.

Ning Zheng thought in her heart:

“But there are two problems.”

"First, although Jiuzhou is facing a disaster, the ape people will definitely grasp at the last straw and agree to the ritual of Xirong Godcrafter, but verbal consent is not enough. A sincere and voluntary transaction is required to reduce the luck value by 2."

"The followers of Wushengjiao can do it because they are believers, but for ordinary people, who have basically no faith and devote themselves completely sincerely and without distractions, a conversion rate of 10% is good."

"Secondly, the range of my luck absorption is limited. I have to teleport to various human gathering places again and again, wait for the moment when they hold the ceremony, and then hide nearby to absorb the luck."

Ning Zheng sighed.

His real body will move around everywhere madly.

But the ape virus outside is so terrible that even if he puts on a protective shield and creates a vacuum environment to isolate himself from the outside world, there is still a certain risk of infection if he goes out in person.

“But I can only go once.”

Ning Zheng’s luck is not enough, and now is a rare opportunity. It is estimated that she may not have such a devout belief in the future.

We have to take advantage of the opportunity to reap a harvest now. Even if we only reap one ten-thousandth of the population in the entire Kyushu, it will be an astonishing number.

He looked at the various divine soldiers and crossed the teleportation array, "Let's go, I'll send you to various areas first."

Imperial tombs in the capital.

In the Dragon Palace, a sudden attack prevented all the beings in the tomb from reacting.

If you don’t want to fight against humans and gods, why come to us?
These ancient dragon saints had not responded yet, but the local natives, unaware of what was happening outside, attacked with various powerful guards.

"Who is so bold?" "To attack the Dragon Palace?"

Angry voices were heard from countless powerful men.

They are still living in history and don't even think they are dead.

In their worldview, the dragon race is the strongest and most perfect race in the entire Kyushu.

A strange, ugly, bald creature is attacking you?

This hairless creature was pale and bloodless, and in their eyes it was the offspring of a deformed bloodline.

If they gave birth to a dragon without scales, their first reaction would be disgust, thinking it was ugly and wanting to strangle it to death.

"This guy is from the ape tribe. Why is his hair gone?"

"A deformed child, probably kicked out by the tribe."

"The apes are just inferior species, how dare they attack our supreme dragon race?"

In the entire city of the Dragon Palace Tomb, countless mixed-blood dragon-blooded people were pointing at the sky and talking, or even sneering.

"Silence!" The leading tomb generals looked uglier and uglier as they listened, and they immediately shouted curses.

You are looking for death!
Shut up.

The neutral tomb group behind the nursery just spoke too much and was severely beaten.

"No need, let them talk again, I love to listen." A smile flashed across Ning Zheng's eyes, but her mind was constantly turning, sorting out things with absolute logic and judgment, and assisted by the detection of luck value, so that there would be a chance of survival.

Their intelligence seems to be quite sufficient.

As expected, outside the imperial mausoleum, everyone else was a loser in ancient times.

The ancient and powerful families with real background, information and intelligence all hid in the imperial mausoleum and were buried with the emperor, and some were even royal family members themselves.

Pity.

If given the chance, I would be willing to sit down and listen to a moving hymn to the times.

But time is too tight now.

"Burned." Ning Zheng said.

"Okay!" Xin Yiyun's Dharma image split again, ignited the fire, and named and burned the half-blood dragon species that had spoken the most just now one by one.

Of course, Ning Zheng did not go to the human dynasty after the apes.

Because the truth may be erased by future generations, history is written by the victors.

He chose to go to the previous dynasty that was overthrown by the apes.

The person who knows the existence of this ape god best can only be his enemy!

"you!?"

The expressions of those saints changed several times.

They greeted him warmly, but this man was so ferocious. Was he a madman? Was he here to kill people?

But they were not stupid. The leading dragon saint smiled and said, "Please burn it. We have a deadly feud with the ancient ape and are willing to help you. If you believe in us, we can even explain it to you in person. Why kill people to get it?"

"If you don't believe me, we'll get the news ourselves."

Ning Zheng's voice made the dragon saint stiffen. A hint of anger flashed across his face, but he still endured it.

Who are they?

In the ancient dragon clan, and even in the tombs, there are powerful men from the other four divine beast clans!
Back then, they were defeated by the ancient apes, not because they were really defeated, but because they weighed the pros and cons and chose to give in.

This is because the ancient apes reproduced too quickly and were born precocious.

They couldn't outnumber the other races of their divine beasts, so they chose to retreat as the trend of the times had changed.

Just like the human race today, it is the strongest race in Kyushu, but does it mean that the divine beast races in various regions are weak?

They are not weak!!

They just live in seclusion, but when they gather together, they can compete with the human race, and even exceed the number of human strongmen.

It's just that their fertility rate is low, and they don't want to compete with the endless flow of humans.

Besides, Kyushu's territory is too large and has sufficient resources, so they will live in peace.

The masters of the Molten Dragon Era were not defeated. They simply retreated to the Ape God and retained their powerful strength.

Even that ancient ape didn't dare to fight them to the death, so how could this skinned young hairless monkey in front of them dare to challenge them?
Wow!
Xin Yiyun decisively continued to burn a large area of hybrid dragon species.

"Obviously not enough."

Ning Zheng's gaze fell on the imperial palace, ready to burn to death a Dragon Emperor who had reached the peak of his power during some ancient period in the Dragon Dynasty.

"Even a saint-level person must be burned to death."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"You're going too far!" Burning their confidants to death was already a slap in the face, and when the butcher's knife fell on their heads, they could no longer bear it.

This is going too far and is rubbing their faces on the ground!
Each of these saints was once a dragon king of a certain dynasty. He could overturn the rivers and seas, dominate the world, and flood the nine provinces with sea water at will, which terrified countless enemies.

But now, they are going to burn them?

"Sir, we will not hide any information. We will tell you in person." A saint stood up. "Why should anyone die? It is impossible for us to--"

Ning Zheng's eyes flashed coldly.

"Then burn a bunch of them to death."

(End of this chapter)