The flames of war burned the entire Golden Grassland. This originally beautiful and vast grassland was now as chaotic as the northern battlefield between the demons and the humans, or even worse.

When the Serpentis slaughtered and enslaved other races, they never cared about the methods used. Now that their enemies had begun to retaliate, they did not care about benevolence or morality.

How could there be such a fake thing on the battlefield?

The Serpentis' frontline was basically made up of barracks and slave camps. There were no production units. Xu Jun did not know how the others felt, but he was glad that he did not have to do anything to the civilians. He felt much more relaxed.

Although he knew very well that there might not be many real civilians among the Serpentis, and perhaps their entire race was the same, he still could not let himself do anything to the civilians.

This was very easy to understand in the modern world, but in this era where law and morality were not perfect, and where people's thoughts were relatively primitive, the best way to curb a race was to eliminate them completely.

And for a race like the Serpentis, there was no difference between civilians and combatants.

Just like how Orc females and half-grown children would actively participate in battle, there were some differences between them and humans.

But Xu Jun still felt that he could not do anything.

Laurel seemed to have guessed something, and laughed at him for being soft-hearted. He was clearly a brave man, but his courage was smaller than a chicken's.

Death was a very normal thing on their path. Whether it was the death of the enemy, the death of their companions, or even their own, it was a price worth paying on the journey.

But even so, even a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles could not look at death coldly.

The smiling young hunter, Zhan Ben, had been confirmed dead. He did not have Laurel's speed or Xu Jun's strength, but he had been surrounded in the slave camp. In the end, he chose to self-destruct.

More than half of the slave camp was blown up. The Serpentis had spent a lot of time 'taming' the slaves, and there were countless casualties. It was hard to tell whether this was a sacrifice or a form of relief.

Jamben's ashes were nowhere to be found. After the battle, they only found a piece of cloth that looked like a corner of his cloak. They handed it to Master Sergeant Garr to keep so that he could be buried in the church later.

Of course, he was not the only one who died. More than half of the orcs and humans that Xu Jun was not familiar with were killed or injured. The casualties could be said to be very high. However, none of the survivors wanted to retreat. The mage who had been in prison with Xu Jun before had one of his legs blown off. He still supported his upper body and said that his hand was fine and that he could still fight. He asked Commander Gale to find some orcs to forcibly send him away.

In the end, the old saber-toothed tiger and his companions didn't survive to return the equipment that Xu Jun gave them. At the beginning, they relied on potions and equipment to gain some advantages. However, they were besieged by a large number of enemies outside. Their vitality was depleted in advance, allowing them to use Ignite at the end of the battle. They killed many enemies, but they also died faster.

If it weren't for their own cubs, these orcs wouldn't be willing to give up their lives.

But if that was the case, they would be like walking corpses. They would become slaves like the others.

At the last moment of their lives, they would choose to be cowards and wait for death, or to die together with the enemy. Everyone had different choices.

There was no right or wrong choice. It was only a matter of whether it was worth it or not.

After the old Sabretooth and the others died, their cubs were more likely to be accepted by the Polar Bear tribe and the Red Fox tribe. They also had the opportunity to be escorted to the south by the warriors of the two tribes. It was said that the cubs and elders of their tribe were also sent to the south.

The journey must be very long. Although the cubs might leave their home and never return, they would forget their childhood home when they grew up. This beautiful grassland that was bathed in golden sunlight all year round.

But they would also forget the harm they had suffered here. They would forget the deep trauma the enemy had inflicted on their young hearts. They would also forget the cowardly and foolish elders of their tribe.

They had a limitless future. Their tribe also had a limitless future.

Therefore, the old Sabretooth was still smiling when he died.

After the battle, they even had to spend time "cleaning up the battlefield". Not only to collect all kinds of spoils, but also to prevent any Serpentis from causing more trouble in the city.

They couldn't spend too much time here. There might be spies of the first Serpentis everywhere. Xu Jun found one in the basement of the lab, but he didn't know if the other side had other ways to know what was happening at the frontline.

Once he found out, the God of Darkness would also react.

Therefore, they didn't have much time to waste here. Master Sergeant Garr and Knight Abigail had already sent a letter back as reinforcements. Their role as the vanguard had been fulfilled. Now, they needed to send the rest of the army.

Xu Jun sat on the north wall and looked towards the Black Sea Coast.

The sky there didn't look as dark as before. There was a touch of white at the edge of the sky, but Xu Jun knew it was just an illusion. Darkness had already shrouded the entire continent.

There were a lot of things that needed to be calculated on the battlefield. It was hard to fight to your heart's content, especially between the strong and the powerful. Xu Jun knew his IQ wasn't high, so he didn't want to get involved.

He thought it was time for him to continue heading north.

The battle between the Demon King and the Dark God had turned the sky dark. Since both of them were very powerful, their domain easily covered the entire West Coast. It even made people feel like space was twisting and time was standing still. Everything in the world was changing silently, but it also felt like nothing had changed.

The first Serpentis priest was only here as a watchdog.

He wanted to fight the Demon King on behalf of his majesty, but his majesty said he wasn't strong enough. He wanted to go to the frontline to command the battle, but his majesty told him to wait here for someone who would come sooner or later.

Who was the person who would come sooner or later?

The Pope Decca?

The Human Emperor?

The Ice Lord?

Or the Hero Xu Jun?

The first three were either big shots or strong, but they weren't as hateful as the last one. The old Serpentis priest thought of the Hero Xu Jun fiercely. This guy was simply a scourge!

He had already told his majesty that Xu Jun wasn't weak, and he was sinister and cunning. He could do anything. If he didn't do anything now, he would become a big problem in the future. However, his majesty was never willing to care about him.

Every time, he said that the Hero Xu Jun was just a small character, so he didn't need to care about him. After a few times, he even warned himself not to be petty.

Alright, that wasn't wrong. He was just a human hero. In the eyes of the God of Darkness, he was just a minor character.

But this small character … His majesty still didn't allow him to send people to assassinate him. This was very clear!

One day, he saw the Dark God cutting the portraits of the Demon King and Xu Jun with scissors. He cut off the Demon King's side, and kept Xu Jun's portrait in the drawer.

… Was this really a pure hostile relationship?

But as a qualified subordinate, the old priest never dared to think nonsense about his majesty's thoughts. So even if he had a very ominous guess in his heart, he forced himself to calm down. Every day when he saw his majesty, he would constantly refresh the bullet screen in his heart. "Don't tell me the taste of ancient dark creatures is the same? Don't tell me the taste of ancient dark creatures is the same? Don't tell me the taste of ancient dark creatures is the same?!!!

As a god, can't you be more aesthetic than the Demon King?!!! "

— — Let's not talk about other things. Among the Serpentis, there were a few who were more beautiful than Xu Jun!

Your majesty, look at them!

This kind of tangled feeling lasted until yesterday.

That day, when the First Priest woke up, he found that someone was calling him from the front line. He opened his eyes and saw the hero, Xu Jun.

There was a road to heaven, but you didn't take it. There was no door to hell, but you walked in!

The old priest was angry for a moment. He exchanged a few words with the other party, but he didn't gain any advantage. His face was smeared with black disgusting things. Since he became the First Priest of the Serpentis 30 years ago, when had he ever been humiliated like this?!

He was really angry, so he couldn't help but threaten, "I will strip you and give you to his majesty!!!"

Then, he was beaten up by the Demon King and the Dark God who were fighting in the sky.

… In all fairness, it seemed that the Demon King was a little lighter.

The old priest covered his cheeks and squatted aside. He was stunned on the spot.

But now, His Majesty and the Demon King were fighting on the sea. Their movements caused the earth to shake, and some of the black sand hills on the coast were blown into the sea. The old priest felt a pain in his heart.

"Hurry up!

Slaves, move the black sand inside. Are you dead!!! "

… …

His Majesty Roshyank The Devil was now completely different from when he was fighting with Xu Jun. Maybe it was because he didn't need to show off in front of the former Lord Of The Deep, who he was very familiar with, so he showed his true colors from the beginning.

He was magnanimous, and the other party of course appreciated it. The two of them fought back and forth, and could even say a few words from time to time.

It was completely different from the dark battle in the mind of the Serpentis. The communication between the two of them could even be regarded as relaxed and pleasant.

As long as they didn't mention the matter of the Ice Lord being stabbed, it was as if nothing had happened between the two of them. They could even smile.

In Roschinke's view, Seur wasn't doing well.

The divinity of the God of Darkness was a double-edged sword. It could make people stronger, but it would also affect people's minds. After a long time, they wouldn't even remember who they were.

Roschinke looked at Seur's obviously thin figure and the two dark circles under his eyes. There was a strange feeling of pity in his heart. "It seems that your soul is very tired."

Seur didn't refute. "But in terms of strength growth, it's actually quite suitable, right?

If I only had my own strength, I wouldn't have been able to fight with you until now. "

When he said this, there was a burst of extreme resentment in his heart. What was the difference between him and Roschinke?

Why was Roschinke able to sit back and enjoy the things he pursued when they were no longer possible?

But his reason told him that this resentment was unfounded. It was the negative influence of the God of Darkness' divinity.

But this negative influence was getting stronger and deeper, and he couldn't get rid of it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, the God of Darkness Seur couldn't help but say, "Roschinke, if you still have your reason, stay away from that human. The love between a human and a creature of darkness is impossible."

The author has something to say: The next chapter will mainly talk about the Lord of the Abyss _ (: 3/∠) _

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