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Expansion war, battlefield.

"Legion commander, retreat. This thing is a bit difficult to fight. Let's wait for Barrett's support."

"Retreat? Retreat, I'll kill him!" The green scales on Metvey's body flashed with the light of life, and the injuries on the surrounding Apocalypse soldiers were healing rapidly.

Apocalypse's legion commander is the descendant of the green dragon, and in this world, the green dragon is not some sinister poison hiding in the gutter.

Green dragons represent life and nature. They are generally gentle and kind-hearted dragons. They like to live in the forest and be with elemental elves and druids.

"Roar~"

A crackling roar erupted on the battlefield, and the shadow of a huge green dragon loomed. Metvey rushed forward and attacked a gold-level ancient god warrior crazily.

However, Metvey is only in the lower golden position, while the opponent is in the golden middle position.

Even with the blessing of the dragon's power, he still had an absolute disadvantage.

Fortunately, his full burst prevented the opponent from worrying about other teammates.

When on a mountain peak, a young man with an indifferent face raised the already cooled Barrett in his hand.

boom!

The battle is over.

The giant dragon's shadow collapsed.

Matvey panted and looked at the mountain, giving a thumbs up.

Turning around and looking at the battlefield of players, his blood surged, and he waved his hand: "Come on, I can't let the Whispering Army steal the limelight. I want to take the lead, so fuck me!"

"yes!"

A group of high-ranking young people around him also responded passionately.

Just as the group was about to charge, a messenger quickly approached.

"The Lord of White Plague City has given an order, the commander of the Apocalypse Army, to return immediately with his team."

Metvey:

"Fake! We're fighting, retreat now? Then what are we? Deserters?" Metvey suddenly became unhappy and roared loudly.

"The commander of the Apocalypse Army only needs to execute the order."

There was a trace of struggle in Mattvey's eyes. After about thirty seconds of hesitation, he snorted and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Retreat, go back to the city!"

The surrounding Apocalypse soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Although they complained, they still followed Metvey towards the teleportation array.

There was a sudden roar of explosions behind him, and the intercontinental missile vehicle roared and directly bombarded the enemy's base camp.

The players shouted something excitedly, and as the horn from ancient times roared again in the hands of an alchemist, the blessing of Junlin suddenly gave the players an absolute advantage.

The entire player group burst out with strong fighting spirit and started killing monsters crazily.

Matvey glanced back, feeling the blessing of Jun Lin, he snorted in displeasure again, and entered the teleportation tower with more than 300 soldiers.

[You have created 3 mythical armors, with experience points +1,500,000, attribute points +7, skill points +13, and additional experience points +1,500,000. 】

Bai Bian let out a long sigh of relief.

Two months, two full months, with full proficiency and a special skill point in the mythical armor, only five were made.

This kind of epic thing is really not that easy to do.

Epic level is the ultimate equipment that mortals can create. There are only three types of equipment on the top level: forbidden equipment, root equipment, and artifacts.

There are also many types of forbidden equipment. The first-level forbidden equipment is not as good as the epic level, and the tenth-level forbidden equipment is comparable to artifacts.

The root level is the product of rules. Generally, it is only bred by the world itself, and there are very few artificial ones. And perhaps only gods have ever created root level equipment.

The main reason why White Plague can produce this kind of epic equipment is because it was something from the previous eras. At that time, it was supposed to be pure mechanics, not alchemists.

Therefore, the restrictions are slightly smaller than those of alchemy, and with the improvement of white plague, the current results have been achieved.

However, there are indeed a lot of experience points. One piece has 500,000 experience points, which is more than the experience points for killing legends.

This may be the most normal upgrade route for alchemists.

Zero: [The commander of the Metwe Army and his men have arrived at the gate of the city lord's mansion, but they seem to be a little resentful. 】

"It's okay, let them in."

Bai Bian brought three golden belt-like things into the demon dimension, and there was some subtle scarlet color in his eyes.

The Sinister Intruder sees all malice and is extremely sensitive to malice directed at him.

What he needs are warriors who worship him, and the mythical armor can amplify this worship, turning them into existences similar to believers.

In this world, betrayal may happen at any time, but betrayal of one's own beliefs is rare.

Bai Bian walked out of the laboratory, his eyes brightening slightly. Diane came back, but did not disturb his busy work. He just said something to Luo Ning with love and warmth.

When they saw him, their eyes lit up, but after seeing the bloody soldiers, they did not get up and continued chatting leisurely in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, only occasionally turning their eyes this way.

Bai Bian turned around and looked at more than 300 people arranged neatly. The blood and evil energy on their bodies made Bai Bian very satisfied. Soldiers covered in blood are good soldiers.

That means they are all very brave on the battlefield.

Bai Bian's eyes moved around. These people were more or less malicious towards him. This was normal. People's minds were always complicated.

After experiencing something aggrieved, one of the countless thoughts that people have must be: How to kill this bastard!

Bai Bian looked at Matvey with a smile: "Are you angry?"

Matvey's eyes were a little unhappy, but he still lowered his head and said respectfully: "I don't dare."

"That's it." Bai Bian said with emotion: "This is normal. I still remember when we first met, you were the most dissatisfied when Mo Sen left."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Metvey's eyes. At that time, it was clear that this person was of a lower level than them, but they all fell down without even touching the corners of White Plague's clothes.

"Okay, without further ado, I recently created a piece of equipment in a legacy called: Mythical Armor, which can almost 100% allow living beings to enter the legendary realm, but..."

"Hiss~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gasping air echoed through the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Almost instantly, the eyes of these people were filled with fanaticism, including Metvey, a dragonborn who was not like a green dragon, and the slightest bit of malice in them all disappeared.

Only a few team members still have some ill will that cannot be erased.

Bai Bian looked over and found the information of these people in an instant.

Some are silent, those whose family members were killed during the political reform.

More than 20 million extraordinary beings died in one reform. There were not that many in the first place, but people's hearts are always uncontrollable.

As long as there is an order, high-level officials will turn a blind eye if they care about human life or reap some benefits.

And the families of these young men died because of this indulgence.

Although White Plague would not be disgusted by the malice in this era, it was destined that these people would never have a chance with the mythical armor.

Matvey was a little out of breath, and asked with a slightly hurried breathing: "But what? Master Bai Bing, don't show off, I'm worried to death, just say what you want!"

Bai Bian smiled: "There are only three pieces, and there may not be many in the future. Its materials are too precious, and a set sells for more than one billion gold coins."

"Hiss~"

The sound of gasping for cold air sounded again. The three hundred people in front of me looked at me and I looked at you, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

According to legion practice, it must be a competition between talent and combat power.

Normally it might be nothing, but when faced with the legendary road, former comrades may become life-or-death enemies.

The road to legend is bound to go on forever.

Their thoughts were very disordered, and a smile appeared on Bai Bian's face.

He basically understood that there were only 200 people available here, and almost all of these 200 people had A-level potential.

Metvey and the officer closest to Metvey have reached SS level.

Moreover, Metvey does not seem to have much on his mind and has very little ill will towards him. Perhaps this guy is just a tough talker and still has some admiration for the strong.

After all, the extraordinary world always worships the strong.

As for why not modify the memory directly?

This comes down to adapting one's own rules. Most of them are warriors and assassins. If a person's memory is modified like a doll, then it is impossible for him to understand the rules.

This is what Bai Ying and Luo Ning said: if you want to become strong, self is a must.

The white plague only strengthens their existing worship and admiration. Although this will make their talents slip a little, with the growth of the mythical armor, their cultivation speed will only become faster and faster.

Otherwise, if we rely solely on the armor, our growth will be very slow. The common growth of both parties is the most appropriate path at present.

If you don't look at talent, it would be better for White Plague to directly select domestic servants, or randomly select lucky citizens, which can also allow these legion members with extremely high talents to play a higher value.

Bai Bian started scanning, and the information of the two hundred people flashed through his eyes one by one. He needed some powerful talents.

As the selection went on, Bai Bian felt a little emotional. In terms of expertise, Metvey had to be the one. After all, he was a dragonborn and had a very high talent.

The soldiers shrank a little from the strong sense of peeping, but they all had a look of expectation in their eyes.

What I just said, coupled with the current detection technology, no matter how stupid a person is, he will know what he is doing now.

As the last person is detected.

Bai Bian pointed at a female human named Laya.

This human race looks extremely beautiful, with a bit of heroism between the brows, and the blood-evil aura all over his body, giving him a unique sense of beauty.

Laya was stunned and pointed at herself, her face full of disbelief.

But under Bai Bian's gentle gesture, she suppressed her excitement and stood up.

Bai Bing looked at Metvey: "Just you, Raya, and Said will stay. The subsequent opportunities will still adopt the competitive mode. Those with the first combat merit and the first talent will have the opportunity to detect. If appropriate, the subsequent myths will be released. Give them the armor."

After the words fell, the other soldiers' eyes were full of disappointment, and they looked at Laya with a little jealousy.

They all clenched their fists secretly. With a one in 20,000 chance, they still have hope, thanks to their military exploits! ! !

An evil aura emerged from them, and their eyes gradually looked at Bai Bing, a little anxiously.

These three hundred people are the three hundred strongest in the Apocalypse Army, so they can follow Metwei, but the others are not far behind.

After all, Apocalypse was finally entered after layers of selections, and selections were held every six months in Apocalypse. No one who didn't work hard could get into Apocalypse.

They no longer want to waste time, the other Apocalypse teams are killing!

Bai Bian understood the meaning in their eyes: "Lead the team, you can leave."

boom!

The ground shook slightly. When Bai Bian finished speaking, the three hundred people immediately ran outside the city lord's palace and headed straight for the teleportation tower.

A smile appeared on Bai Bian's face, and he ordered Zero in his mind: [Spread the news throughout the army, and let the two thousand Apocalypse troops left behind also go out, there must be some pressure on them. 】

Zero: [Yes! 】

As Zero quickly released the news, the entire legion system was shaken, and the fighting spirit was infinitely higher.

Except for the Qingyu Army, which had its own path, the Wucheng Army began to become restless.

Because they also have a chance to enter the Apocalypse Army. They just need to practice hard and defeat those eliminated guys, and they can enter!

With his eyes closed, his mental energy swept across the entire Tobu City. The Apocalypse Army that was originally patrolling rushed towards the teleportation tower, their eyes full of fanaticism.

Bai Bian was satisfied. After this news, the ill will towards him among the legions would be reduced by at least 80%.

People who originally stayed just because of the high salary now have more goals.

Those who are not talented enough are all whispering, and those who are slightly talented are now aiming at Tianqi, and Tianqi has also exploded on the battlefield, and will start practicing after a while, because they don't want to be brushed off.

Opening his eyes, Bai Bian sighed: "It's so energetic."

Bai Bing looked at Said. This guy is the most ordinary among the three, but it is already very good to reach SS level.

After all, Metvey is a dragonborn, and those with perfect race genes are always stronger than others.

And Raya.

Bai Bian waved to her.

Laya stepped forward quickly with some excitement, even the salute was not that standard: "Lord Baibai Epidemic City Lord!"

She was a little incoherent. In the Apocalypse Army where geniuses gathered, she originally felt that she had never been very conspicuous, but she did not expect to be valued by this legendary figure.

Bai Bian looked at this person carefully and finally came to a two-word conclusion: "It's beautiful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Metvey and Said looked at Bai Bide with strange eyes.

Two very targeted gazes also looked over, and they gradually brought murderous intent.

Bai Bian felt a chill on his back. As Laya blushed inexplicably and looked at her with eyes that were filled with eyes, Bai Bian stretched out his hand and put it on the top of her head.

Taboo-level mental power suddenly poured into her body.

boom!

In the sky at noon, layers of white clouds began to gather, and a trace of sacred aura loomed, as something that limited her talent was forcibly opened by the white plague.

Laya, who originally only had A-level talent, instantly became SS-level.

When Bai Bian took her hand away, her eyes had already been closed, and her body slowly floated up and flew high into the sky.

Buzz~

A buzzing sound sounded, and Laya, who gradually curled up her body, suddenly opened a pair of white wings on her back.

There was surprise in the eyes of Metvey and Said, and they murmured in disbelief: "Angel?"

"No, half angel." Bai Yifei corrected: "But angel genes are very rare, so it's an unexpected gain."

He turned to look at Diane and Luo Ning who were equally stunning, smiled and said, "It's indeed beautiful, isn't it?"