books44 Chapter 784
Chapter 784
Fang Hao looked at the battlefield below, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and vicissitudes.
Han Changkong naturally understood the key point in his heart. It was nothing more than that if you sent more people, we would not be outdone and would also summon reinforcements. This cycle would repeat itself, and the strength of both sides would accumulate like a snowball, eventually forming the current grand battlefield with a million people on the scale.
"It seems pointless to continue this fight. Isn't this just a mutual consumption of low-level monks?"
Han Changkong frowned and said with a puzzled look.
He discovered that on the battlefield, most of the cultivators below the Heavenly God realm were fighting desperately. Although there were cultivators with the cultivation level of Profound God, their number was extremely small. The strong ones at the God King realm were all standing at the back of the battlefield to give orders and dispatch, and would not easily step into the battlefield.
"What the hell, are both sides working together?"
Han Changkong secretly complained in his heart.
"Heizi, you don't know this. The fight on this battlefield concerns the reputation and dignity of our Demon God Clan. You humans may find it difficult to understand, but our Demon God Clan and the God Clan are the earliest creatures born in the God Realm. Ever since your race rose and gradually became powerful, the God Clan has attempted to sow discord between us, leading to the intensification of the conflict between our Demon God Clan and humans, and ultimately to a bloody fight."
Fang Hao explained patiently.
Han Changkong also heard about what happened afterwards. He heard that a powerful figure from the God Clan suddenly took action and destroyed a first-level force of the human race in one fell swoop. At the same time, he also seriously injured a first-level leader of the Demon Clan, which triggered a series of disputes and wars.
"But this battlefield is so vast, where should we start?"
Han Changkong looked at the endless battlefield and asked in confusion.
Fang Hao did not directly answer his question, but turned around and gave orders to the monk who was controlling the flying boat:
"Let's head straight to War Zone 10. I heard they're a bit short-handed."
Upon hearing this, the flying boat instantly adjusted its direction and sped towards the right front.
After a while, Han Changkong looked around and found that the God Clan's forces here were indeed quite large. In comparison, the Demon Clan was already showing signs of decline and the situation was precarious.
"Are we going to keep fighting like this? Will neither side stop and take two days off?"
Han Changkong pondered in his heart.
At this time, dozens of flying boats were also anchored in the rear of the gods in the distance.
The hatches of the flying boats were wide open, and countless Protoss monks rushed out like a tide. The scene was as densely packed as dumplings being dropped into a pot, and Han Changkong's claustrophobia was almost about to flare up.
When Han Changkong was concentrating on checking the battlefield situation, Fang Hao beside him suddenly said:
"Deputy Commander, immediately dispatch 5,000 men to battlefield number 10 to engage in battle. Remember, do not cross the enemy's flying boat."
"Yes, sir."
Deputy Commander Fan Hong took the order and left.
A dozen breaths later, the demon monks on the ten flying boats on the right rushed out of the flying boats like a swarm of bees and dived towards the battlefield.
The spectacular scene reminded Han Changkong of the scene in which aliens attacked the blue planet that he had seen in a movie. The two scenes were surprisingly similar, both filled with tension and a solemn atmosphere.
"Commander-in-chief, why can't we pursue our victory?"
Han Changkong was full of doubts and couldn't help but ask.
"You fool! Why do you think the God Kings have held their troops still? It's because there's an unwritten red line between the two sides. If we cross that line and pursue them, the God Kings will undoubtedly intervene. Then, the flames of war will spread across the entire battlefield, and millions of lives will be in jeopardy."
Fang Hao glanced at Han Changkong with disdain and explained patiently.
After hearing this, Han Changkong was still full of doubts, but he wisely did not ask any further questions.
After all, he had been in the God Realm for some time, but had never actually witnessed a powerful God King take action. He was full of curiosity and anticipation about the powerful force contained in the Godhead and the huge gap between those with Godhead and those without.
He secretly made up his mind that when he attained godhood in the future, he would thoroughly explore the mysteries.
Soon, the five thousand monks from the Demon Clan quickly joined the battle.
With their support, the originally precarious Camp No. 10 stabilized the situation in an instant, and the two sides once again fell into a stalemate battle.
However, Han Changkong's curiosity was like a wild horse that could not be restrained. He asked again in confusion:
"Commander-in-chief? Aren't either side willing to call a truce? Are we just going to keep fighting?"
Fang Hao snorted impatiently and said:
"Truce? On this battlefield, whoever retreats first is a coward and a grandson."
However, he changed the subject and continued:
"Unless the Protoss in Camp 10 retreats back to the red line, we can suspend the fighting for a day, as the Protoss reinforcements will not arrive by then."
Han Changkong understood what Fang Hao said after hearing what he didn't say.
The competition on this battlefield, after all, is a competition of endurance and persistence. It depends on who can persevere to the end and have the last laugh in this long war.