120.Chapter 120 – Collapsing House
Chapter 120 – Collapsing House
According to the gods’ version of Bubbleley’s Law of Incompatibility.
Deities with similar or overlapping domains may exist between different realms, but there will never be two deities in the exact same quantum state.
To put it bluntly, the divine nature in the hands of different deities was fixed and conserved, and even if one of them could discover a new divine nature, there would never be a situation where the existing divine nature in their hands would automatically increase in value, or even ‘one life, two lives’, which was not in line with the law of conservation of energy.
But today’s situation was that he, David, had forcibly snatched the divinity in the hands of the God of Battle, Tempus, which was similar to the concept of the ‘Hall of Valor’.
Or more precisely, in terms of the manifestation of the Material Plane, he ‘was’ snatching that concept over.
As a result, the rules belonging to the concept of the Hall of Valor in the God of Battle Tampax’s [Sleep of Battle] were in the process of collapsing.
This was the only thing that could explain why those barbarians were either brazenly dying or on their way to ‘brazenly dying’.
David even suspected that in other realms, this Taliban behavior might be even more serious, or even in which nook or cranny a full-scale war had broken out.
After all, the Kingdom of God’s Hall of Feasts is about to collapse, the God of War Boss that would not be able to hurry to cut some leeks while it is still hot!
Although there was no more Hall of Spirits, the God of War was still able to rely on divine messengers to lead the conscription of believers’ spirits, just like other gods.
But the divine ambassador is ultimately limited, and the workload is also large.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been so many God’s Ambassadors who simply followed the will of the gods, stationing themselves in the Hazy Domain all year round, and then regularly selecting these ‘soaked souls’ in batches and bringing them back to the God’s Kingdom.
Once the believers, especially the fanatic believers who had always been certain that they could be directly promoted to the Hall of Spirits by dying valiantly in battle, realized that they had been ‘cheated’ by the god that they had believed in for their entire lives, they had been ‘cheated’ by the god that they had believed in for their entire lives.
That kind of consequence and impact was definitely far better than the collapsed houses of those top stream stars in the Blue Star next door.
I’m afraid that the God of Battle, Tempus, at this very moment.
He is frantically searching all over the universe for traces of this ‘divine robber’.
For a while, David was really a bit thankful for his previous ‘caution’.
If he had arbitrarily harvested the souls of those barbarians who had already believed in the gods of the God of War system, he would probably have been caught by Tempus at this moment.
If the other dragons knew about this idea, they would probably despise it in secret:
You call that prudent?
But just can’t afford to pay that amount of money!
”In that case, it seems that we have to do it quickly.”
He couldn’t make a big deal out of it, and it would be troublesome if he attracted the attention of the God of War’s side.
Although this possibility was not too high.
David immediately flicked his tail and fell into deep thought.
“I see, go down first.”
“Yes.”
It was just out of Davy and Lozinde’s expectation that not even three days had passed yet, and the frontline was going all the way to attack the barbarians’ mixed war regiments hadn’t even had the time to continue to open up their ports yet.
Over there, the savages’ messengers, already carrying their ‘king’s’ orders, came first.
They came first.
What made David speechless was that the one who caused such dazzling results.
It wasn’t him, David Eutaw, the Dragon of Steel.
Nor was it Poison Dew Tricia Shadow Nymphadora.
Much less the mixed warband under Loxinde’s command.
Instead, it was the gang
The High Elf prisoners of war who were on the verge of returning home.
High Elf prisoners of war.
On that day, the barbarians finally recalled the horror of being under the domination of the High Elves, and the shame of having their dignity and their face trampled into the mud and exploited unilaterally.
This group of high elf prisoners of war are all professionals, but also is considered to be the backbone of the high elf Devonshire.
This is not weak, can be in that almost in the natural disaster of the tsunami survival is not physique is different from ordinary elves, is too much luck.
Otherwise, Yevgeny would not have been able to rely on an escort, and would have forced David in the [fury] to bring Tania along with him for a strategic turn in.
These more than three hundred High Elf prisoners of war, after re-supporting the original weapons and equipment, coupled with that desire to return home and suddenly bursting with frenzied fighting spirit, with the night attack, the surrounding barbarians were directly dumbfounded.
In particular, more than sixty of them originally belonged to Dwensel’s seventh fleet commander Ahmed’s escort, under the command of Yevgeny.
That night, under the personal guidance and cooperation of Hiatt, a Drow Shadow Dancer, a group of High Elves hardened the insidious and vicious style of the Drow, and nearly directly assassinated ‘King Giral’ who was supervising the battle at the front line.
In the obvious feeling knocked to the hard stubble, this gang of elves only to rob money and ‘son of battle’ head of the elves immediately dispersed in all directions, in the barbarian King Giral temporary camp behind four miles to regroup, and continue to sweep along the way to loot up.
Their sixty-odd High Elf warriors’ destructive power against the barbarian tribes had already surpassed that of a berserked teenage Green Dragon.
More than three hundred high elves with dozens of hundreds of years of combat experience swept along the way.
Just like three hundred mad dogs out of the cage, along the way stronghold tribes were completely looted, chicken and dogs are restless.
“Under the banner of the Dragon of Burning Steel, there is still such a formidable High Elf troop!”
This scene, together with the tribes behind them couldn’t help but report their woes and call for help.
No one could connect this fierce and unlike High Elf bandits with those ‘Elf Farmers’ who were no different from the geese that were defeated in the battles over the past year or so.
In just three days, more than three hundred High Elf prisoners of war had fought a glorious battle that the Loxind tribe had not been able to fight for a month and a half.
The most crucial thing was that after nearly three years of suffering, this group had already smoothed out their edges under the ravages of David the Red Dragon, and they had long since put down the pride that had once belonged to the High Elves.
Especially by Xiyat this Zhuoer Shadow Dancer teacher’s on-site teaching, is not with you to play positional warfare, is not with you to play evenly matched encounters, with you everywhere to play guerrilla warfare.
Fighting over the fight, along the way to grab a hand, but not to fight on the loose, not the slightest delay in mud and water.
Relying on these three years to hone out the excellent physical ability, with the high elf natural powerful agility, this guerrilla war, froze by them to play out a few points of the meaning of the blitzkrieg.
King Girard was greatly shocked, and finally resolutely conceded.
Half a month later. Receiving the news, David brought his own father and sister, and Nymphadora’s dragon dependents, and finally, in the eyes of a group of barbarians who had been waiting for a long time, who were relieved and secretly on guard, he descended in front of the valley where the territory boundaries had been drawn by the crimson embers.
Looking at the two red, two silver, one green, one white and one brass seven dragons lined up on the cliffs, the original still bustling barbarians immediately could not help but secretly sucked in a cool breath.
They knew that there were quite a few dragons under the banner of this Red Son of Calamity, but they didn’t expect that there were actually as many as six!
In particular, what they didn’t quite understand was that the brass dragon whose mouth looked like it had a special mouth ball stuffed in it they could still barely comprehend, what the hell were those two silver dragons!
One of them was actually a youth silver dragon!
When did a metal dragon actually end up in the same league as a red dragon?
Looking at the eyes of the barbarians glancing at her, the silver dragon sister Tania did not feel anything, and even had some fresh excitement from the smugness of following her brother around for the first time.
Being David forcibly use ‘cooperation agreement’ from the dragon’s lair to pull from the ‘help fist’ of the silver dragon old man’s skin is much thinner, like which family’s yellow flower big girl like the head aside, but quite a kind of embracing lute half cover face shyness and temptation feeling.
Oh, a group of barbarians finally ‘understand’ indistinctly came over, feelings are the son of the crimson plague David Yutos this red dragon snatched back the lady of the house ah!
It looks like a pair of silver dragon mother and son who are not too old.
Still, dragons know how to play!
In the end, it was King Giral who forced himself to calm down and went forward, loudly explaining his intentions to the dragons led by Davy:
“Great Dragon of Burning Steel, Coronation David Eutos, I am King Giral, jointly elected by the eight barbarian tribes in this area.
“I come with apologies for offending you at the seashore.
“and come with the sincerity to make peace with you.
“I hope that you will be able to extinguish the fury of the volcano of Katigana.
“Recall your dependents, who are also burning with anger, and who are raging in my territory.
“We, the tribes of the savages, have no intention of making an enemy of such a powerful being as you.”
He was quite capable of biting off more than he could chew, worthy of being a barbarian who had admired and stolen the culture of the High Elves.
David laughed softly in the bottom of his heart, but on his face he did not move, slightly raising his head with [arrogance] and said:
“I already know your intentions, but I, for one, need to see your sincerity.”
“Of course! Of course!” How could King Giral, who had already been prepared, not know what the ‘sincerity’ of this group of dragons meant.
With King Giral’s signal, hundreds of barbarians with ‘treasures’ wrapped in cowhides were dumped in the valley.
But this scene that should have attracted the dragons to lose their temper, the dragons on the cliff that had already been shocked by the treasures that David had brought back from the Spider’s Nest City with him merely glanced at them, and then resumed their haughty appearance with their heads held high.
Even the white fledgling dragon, Murfleur, who was the most unseen of them all.
After all, these things in front of him looked quite a lot, but except for the scattered dog’s head gold, they weren’t worth much.
So many add up, top day is barely worth a thousand pounds of gold.
Less than a fifth of what was brought back from the Spider’s Nest City, and that was still the case after being looted by Tiamat himself.
No way, barbarians, poor ah.
Every time they had a little bit of savings, they were raided by the High Elves who came to ‘spread civilization’ in a gesture of charity.
As soon as he saw the way these dragons did not even blink, King Giral’s heart immediately thumped, secretly saying that it was not good.
Sure enough, he saw that David appeared to have some faint dissatisfaction, and the gargoyles opened their mouths wide and said:
“Not enough, your sincerity, not enough.”
The ‘Son of Battle’ who followed King Giral’s side with various animal spirits tattooed on his body immediately furrowed his brows, but in the end, he didn’t have an attack.
King Giral is also considered to be somewhat of a city, seems to have sensed something, patted the brute’s shoulder to calm him down, and immediately promised to David:
“A treasure of such value, I will raise another one, but I need some time.
“But in the meantime, I also hope that your highness, Davy Eutaw, will be able to fulfill a small need of our barbarian tribes.”
“Speak.” Where could Davy not know what the other party wanted.
“I’ve heard that Lord Daviyutos has opened up the shipping route to the New Continent, and I want all of my tribesmen to be able to bathe in the light of civilization again as well.
“I hope that, instead of the High Elves who were once there, Lord Daviyutos can resume trade with us barbarians and open markets right on the spot.”
“May.” Davy said in his heart that it was true, but it was something that was planned to go along with the plan.
Since someone was willing to send money to the door, it was much more worrying than him laboring to rob it.
Moreover, if he continued to rob, he was afraid that these barbarians would simply move.
But what David didn’t expect was that this Giral King actually proposed another unexpected condition at the right time:
“At the same time, we have another small request.
“We hope that we can obtain the route to the New World with the technology to ensure the course.”
David instantly gasped and laughed, only asking out of curiosity:
“What are you barbarians doing in the New World?”
“Looting.” King Girard, threw his voice.
The pupils of David’s eyes, instantly narrowed into slits.
(End of chapter)