The End of the Earth

"You are also from Earth, but what do you look like?"

Xiang San disarmed himself from the black crystal magic armor, revealing his true appearance. He turned around and nodded slightly to Kalu.

The latter already understood what he meant, and Kalu took several Garo demons to chase after Caesar's subordinates.

Only now did Mepuri really believe it. He inserted the sword into the golden platform, and the hard golden ground was easily pierced like a piece of tofu.

The two men tacitly disarmed each other to show their sincerity, and shook hands as a gesture of friendship.

"Xiang San, the commander of the rocket base."

"Mepri, an ordinary non-commissioned officer of the White Russian Resistance Army."

Xiang San glanced meaningfully at the soldiers behind him. This didn't look like the reputation a non-commissioned officer should have.

Mei Puli pointed in the direction where Kalu and the others left, looked at Xiang San and asked, "Are they going there?"

"Help you catch those fish that have slipped through the net."

"Thank you, you look very strong. If you attack us now, I'm afraid we won't be able to withstand it.

Do you really not want this sword? You saw my fight with Caesars, and this sword is as powerful as a small tactical weapon without a doubt."

Xiang San glanced at the sword with a half-smile, and took out the miracle card that was split in half from his arms.

"My perception tells me that there is something very evil in your sword. Although I can suppress it, I would rather make a friend than steal someone's love.

To be supported by so many people, at least you must be a good person.

And it’s not like I didn’t get anything.”

Mepree took a look at the card in Xiang San's hand and understood what he meant. Then he turned around and looked at his former comrades, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

“They were all my best brothers, the bravest White Russian fighters, but they got away with it because of that damned Caesars.

One sword strike freed him.

For so many years, the lives of his brothers have become bargaining chips for him. He possesses such great power but only indulges in personal gain."

After hearing Mapley's complaints, the soldiers were filled with indignation and had no place to vent their anger.

"Mepri, you will lead the resistance from now on. People like Caesars are dead, so let them be. When you return, we will support you in leading everyone."

"Yes! We support you!"

"May I ask, are you planning to attack the Elven Kingdom or Russia? Or join one of these nations?"

After hearing Xiang San's question, not only Mei Puli but also his supporters fell silent.

After a long while, Mepre looked at the complicated expressions of his comrades before he began to set his final future goal.

“Whether joining or fighting, over the years under Caesar’s leadership, countless brothers and relatives have died in the conflict with the two countries.

In fact, after so many years, how could we not know that Belarus and Russia have long been one family? It’s just that Caesar’s influence is too great, and we have some life debts with both countries, so everyone just acquiesced.

But I didn't expect that Caesar, this coward, has been leading his brothers to a dead end for his own benefit for so many years.

This ridiculous truth is an insult to us. We originally thought that under his leadership we could at least restore our country.

If I lead the resistance, we will not join any national forces. We will rebuild our own country. What Caesars cannot do, I, Maypuri, will do.

Those brothers and sisters who died also need a home, a home where they can rest in peace."

Xiang San was deeply touched by his words. Thinking that he almost ruined such a righteous person, he was really scared. He had originally planned to kill someone to seize the sword.

"Brother Maypree, I have high hopes for you. I hope we can have a chance to work together."

At this time, Kalu and his men also brought back several of Caesar's subordinates and advisers. Xiang San handed them over to Mepli as a favor.

Two groups of people walked out of the portal in groups, each of them carrying some gold and gems.

After all, who doesn’t love money, let alone gold and gems that are irresistible.

Even though Xiang San kept saying gold and gems, which were useless in this era, he still grabbed some gold and gems in his hands. Kalu and the others smiled at each other and followed his example.

As soon as I walked out of the portal, a familiar person appeared.

spirit?

Before Xiang San could ask any questions, Ling Yi waved his hand and changes occurred around them. The space fluctuated slightly and in the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the paradise.

Not only the teams of Mepuri and Xiang San, but also the teams of Lingmuye and Sheglev came to the paradise.

There is a spirit in front of each of the four teams, and the four spirits look exactly the same.

"Commander, we can't seem to hear what they're saying."

"It seems that some force is blocking the voices of each team."

This feeling is very strange. The four teams are only two or three meters apart, but I can't hear any sound from them except from my own people.

"Congratulations on your team completing the law screening. This is the first time that Earthlings who steal the divine way have encountered talents like you."

Xiang San felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at Ling's relieved smile.

"Are you sure this is the first time? Not the hundred thousandth?"

Hearing Xiang San's tone of voice sounding somewhat resentful, Ling smiled.

"You are indeed the first to steal the laws of Shinto."

“Let me correct you, it’s not stealing.

The law is in me, and it is mine."

Ling snorted at Xiang San's natural expression. He had seen so many people entering the Immortal Palace, but this was the first time he had seen such a shameless guy.

"After passing the screening of the rules, you can choose to continue. The reward for the next game will allow you to transcend the mortal body and enter the realm of demigod.

There are only a few people on this planet who possess the power of a demigod."

The Garo demons behind Xiang San looked at each other in surprise. This reward really made them excited. The power of a demigod sounded invincible.

Xiang San stared at Ling's face and thought for several minutes.

Seeing Xiang San hesitant, Ling became a little anxious and started to make more small movements.

"You said you could choose, right?"

"Yes, what do you think? Successfully complete the next Ancient God's game and you'll possess power close to that of a god.

Even if your civilization develops for several more generations, it will never reach such a height."

Ling's words were full of fatal temptation, but Xiang San's eyes were still clear.

"We choose to withdraw. Send us away from the Eight Hundred Palaces."

Ling's expression was a little disappointed.

"Are you sure? The Immortal Palace won't always be open.

Every time the game ends, the Immortal Palace will be randomly teleported underground. If you want to come back, you will have to search underground all over the planet."

Hearing Ling's words, Xiang San snorted coldly.

"Get us out of here, Ling."

With a flash of light, Xiang San and his Garo demons left the paradise.

When they appeared again, Xiang San and others were already at the main gate of the Babai Palace. At this time, Xiang San's smile became even more wanton.

A few seconds after they arrived at the gate, several more rays of light appeared, and a team of five or six hundred people also arrived.

The three teams actually chose to give up and withdraw!

"So you, the White Russian Resistance Army, have also entered this Immortal Palace? You're really quick."

Lingmuye stared at Mepuri and his group with gritted teeth.

"..."

At this point, Mepre and his companions no longer had any feelings for the Elf Kingdom and Russia and were unwilling to say more.

Seeing that Mepli and the others were covered in gold and jewels, and that they were obviously very rich, they couldn't help but feel jealous.

Seeing that the White Russian resistance army did not respond, they all pointed their weapons at them. The latter did not want to be outdone and responded in kind.

The three parties are on the verge of a fight.

Xiang San glanced at the spirit that had merged into four parts, and walked over to stand between the three forces.

“Listen to me, everyone.

The three of you have been fighting for so long. Now that a temporary ceasefire has been reached, you should just recuperate and gather your strength. There is no need to start another dispute.

Give me some face."

Shegrev didn't know Xiang San. Although the demon soldiers had helped them before, that didn't mean he could interfere in the grudge between them.

"Who are you? What the hell does it have to do with you?"

As soon as Shegrev started speaking, something happened that left him dumbfounded. The White Russian resistance army and Lingmuye's group all ended their confrontation and put their weapons behind their backs.

Shegrev walked up to Lingmuye and pointed at him, not understanding.

"What are you doing? Don't forget our mission, to explore the secrets of this palace. Those White Russian soldiers have so much gold and gems on them. We must have something to gain. We can't let them go."

Lingmuye nonchalantly pushed away Shegrev's fingers and warned, "First, I must give this person face. Even if the Elf Queen were here, she would make the same decision as me.

Second, we are partners, not superiors and subordinates. You, a rough guy, better show some respect to me and use your brain when doing things."

Shegrev was completely bewildered. Even the head of the Elf Kingdom showed him respect? He couldn't help but take a closer look at Xiang San. His black crystal magic armor was indeed very unusual.

"What about third?"

Shegrev looked puzzled.

Lingmuye looked discouraged and spoke with all his might in a low voice.

“You really are… so, I asked you to use your brain.

I've already made it clear to you one and two, do I need to go into details about three, four, five, six, and seven?"

Although Shegrev was a little embarrassed to reveal his face, he still asked his subordinates to put down their guns. He personally liked the elf Lingmuye very much. He was strong and smart, and was more proficient in dealing with people than himself.

Shegrev was proficient in frontal combat and was good at commanding battles, but this kind of thing was definitely not his forte.

Mepre ignored the other two groups, he just thought they were noisy.

He walked up to Xiang San and stretched out his right hand. The two looked at each other and held hands tightly. Everything was said without words. The flame of friendship began to grow at this moment.

For Mepli, standing between the two powers and clearing the way for them was already a great favor.

Mepri led the team towards the location of their tunnel boring machine, and Shegrev also began to lead the team out of the fairy palace.

"Mr. Xiang San, is there anything I need you to convey?"

Ling Muye bowed respectfully towards Xiang San.

"Please tell Her Majesty the Queen to take good care of Anselwei. By the way, give her my regards and hope she is well."

Lingmuye nodded and saluted Xiang San again before leaving with his subordinates.

Xiang San also asked the Garo demons to evacuate this fairy palace.

"What a pity, Xiang San.

Wouldn't even the power of a demigod faze you?"

Ling's voice lingered in Xiang San's mind.

When his feet were standing outside the Immortal Palace, Xiang San looked back at Ling's hypocritical smile and sneered, "It's a pity. You must be disappointed that your plan didn't succeed, right?

Spirit? Or, ancient god?"