There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 450, Divine Negotiation

"put!"

Rows of dark blue spears were neatly laid down.

Pull the trigger.

The highly compressed magical energy burst forth.

Groups of long-armed monsters directly opposite were killed or wounded and fell to the ground.

it's not finished yet.

The line in front crouched down.

The ranks behind him raised their magic-powered rifles.

The magical energy technology, painstakingly salvaged from the junkyard, was forced to be put into production without delay.

Success is like a magic rifle that can only fire a single shot, and a tactic of shooting in rows.

Along with the development of the City of Hope.

It encompasses an ever-expanding area of ​​land.

More and more evil gods are being discovered.

God of Spikes

An evil god who willingly fell into the land of decay.

It is unknown which nameless world it originated from among the myriad realms.

A faint divine power.

The familiars are a group of long-armed monsters with scaly skin and sharp teeth and claws.

It landed around the City of Hope.

They were attacked by the Salvation Army.

Up to now.

The Salvation Army is no longer just for survivors; the displaced and even players have become part of this army.

This tactic of queuing up and firing was adopted based on suggestions from the players.

A vast number of long-armed monsters, without using equipment or wearing armor.

They surged forward in a massive, chaotic mass.

They fell one after another.

Soon they arrived at the vicinity.

The two sides are about to engage in battle.

"Prepare for close combat!"

The captain leading the charge roared in a shrill voice, his voice clearly audible even amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The magic-powered rifle, shrouded in a ghostly blue smoke, was quickly retrieved and slung over the shoulder.

The weapon at his waist was removed.

A series of short-handled warhammers.

This is no ordinary warhammer, but a blessed weapon consecrated by the gods.

Compared to the primitive and savage fighting style of the opposing side, which relied solely on physical strength.

Xiao Yang's Salvation Army, on the other hand, has a different style.

"Close-fitting leather armor, a middle layer of chainmail, and an outermost layer of enchanted scale armor."

A small shield on the arm.

Carrying a magic-powered rifle on his back.

A short-handled warhammer at his waist.

Armaments have only reached this point for now, but they are already extremely expensive.

This is the aftermath of an erupting war of gods.

To complete the repair of the Abundant Wine Pot, Xiao Yang still needs one more part to form the entire container.

After much deliberation, nothing I had in hand seemed quite right.

This gave him a headache.

Fortunately, at that moment he discovered the god of spikes.

It was a creature whose body resembled a hedgehog, with an unexpectedly round head.

Gazing at it.

An idea popped into my head.

"Perhaps I can use His head to forge a wine jug?"

Perhaps it is indeed possible.

So, not long ago, Xiao Yang rushed to where he landed and gave him a severe beating.

He got away.

This guy brought the divine kingdom to earth.

Once inside the divine realm, Xiao Yang indeed had no way to deal with Him for the time being.

And so this campaign was launched.

“Once His retinue is dealt with, He will surely step forward.”

The god of war has not yet been killed.

On the contrary, this outsider, the thorny god, should go and die first.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

"Who made Him the weakest?"

Its divine power was only slightly stronger than that of the Multi-Eyed Immortal Venerable that Xiao Yang had encountered before, and it did not possess the Multi-Eyed Immortal Venerable's outrageous characteristics.

And yet they dare to come to the Land of Decay to join the fun.

"It was destined that we would suffer this calamity."

After a fierce battle.

When the last long-armed monster had its head smashed by a warhammer.

The fighting ceased. The battlefield was densely packed with corpses.

A man covered in blood patted the shoulder of the figure who stood motionless on the field.

"Kid, if you really want to stay here, you'll have to adapt!"

The figure who had been patted on the shoulder removed his masked helmet.

However, he was a young man with tiny, scaly patches on his face.

He was also an acquaintance of Xiao Yang.

"Little Bard".

Because of his promise to his mother, Xiao Yang originally planned to transfer him to a management position in Hope City after he graduated from school.

But he had his own thoughts.

He resolutely joined the Salvation Army.

The world's recovery has led to a reduction in pollution.

The contamination on the survivors is being healed little by little.

Perhaps soon, those strange professions born from pollution will become the exclusive domain of fading gamers.

Most of the fish-man scales on Little Bard's body have already disappeared.

This is a war of extermination.

After the fallen spike god is dealt with, a new city will be built.

A significant portion of the city's output will be supplied to these advancing Salvation Army forces.

This is why so many lost warriors and players are willing to risk their lives to fight monsters in this wilderness.

Of course, Xiao Yang's generous concessions also played a part in this.

Of all the things, the most difficult part, ninety percent of the difficulties, lie in that thorny god.

It was entirely handled by Xiao Yang.

If we follow the principle of exchanging input for output...

"Ninety percent of the profits will go to Xiao Yang."

However, he didn't even accept half of the profits.

This is a losing proposition.

However, Xiao Yang did not feel that he had suffered any loss.

"He's a very special guy."

It's true.

"I will either kill the evil god or be killed by the evil god!"

They are extremely stubborn and will fight the evil gods to the death.

After a brief rest, the Salvation Army resumed their advance.

Xiao Yang, being so busy, wasn't paying attention to what was happening.

He will appear at the end.

When that guy, hiding in the divine kingdom and not daring to show his face, made his move in a frenzied, reckless frenzy.

He was preparing to speak with a group of more important people.

Those powerful and privileged among ordinary people.

"Church members, nobles, mages, and kings."

It's perfectly normal for these guys to exhibit such greed.

But Xiao Yang didn't like it.

They also have no intention of lowering themselves to have any further conversations with these short-sighted fools.

He wanted to talk to the guys who had more influence.

"Talk to the gods of the lost."

This meeting should have been postponed.

Wait until Xiao Yang has more chips in his hand.

Outside the City of Hope, on the reclaimed farmland, newly built manors, resembling fortresses, are scattered like stars in the sky.

One by one, statues of gods of various shapes and sizes fell down.

This is accompanied by the siphoning of population.

The faith of those who fled the decaying land in disarray has returned to this land once again.

Those who returned to their homeland for various reasons prayed even more fervently when facing this dangerous land.

This dialogue is based on something that desperately needs to be prevented.

As they expanded outwards, they encountered one evil god after another.

Add to that Xiao Yang's powerful punch.

"Okay, that's probably the main reason why this happened."

"Collusion and collusion are happening now."

It probably won't be long before the evil god alliance comes to beat up Xiao Yang.

At this critical juncture, Xiao Yang needs some allies.

Those guys who fled in a sorry state were perfect candidates.

And these believers who prayed devoutly on this decaying land were the best help to bring about the covenant that was about to take place.

The line should be made a little longer.

"Let more displaced people come to the decaying land."

"Let more people call out the names of those gods here."

That way, whether they cooperate or not, whether they contribute or not, will be out of their control.

"This is a perfectly legitimate and open strategy."

But now, Xiao Yang could no longer tolerate the shortsightedness of those foolish guys.

This guy is as impatient as ever.

(End of this chapter)