How Am I Still Alive?

"Sir Xiuyi, how is Lu Ping'an now? Is he safe?"

As the main army entered the new world, the deliberative body of Lin Nu's high-level officials also joined as scheduled.

This time, most of the high-level officials chose to participate in this war game. Their interests are already highly tied to Mercury 42 and the Earth. How could they retreat at this time?

Just the day before yesterday, when they heard that Lu Ping'an's incarnation had become a local warlord and had mixed into this world, although they were very surprised, they did not doubt it. The young man had given them too many surprises and even fears. No one would underestimate such an existence that was destined to be promoted to "great".

However, he is still only a seventh-level, a seventh-level that has just been promoted.

"His incarnation should be at most the sixth level. Do we need to dispatch some high-level fishmen to mix into his army and help? Perhaps, in order to cooperate with each other, we should speed up some progress."

It is extremely difficult without high-level combat power. Someone made this suggestion.

The front battlefield has encountered considerable troubles. The resistance will of this world is very strong. The attack of quasi-god-level creatures has posed a huge threat to the "new country".

No one would underestimate the resistance of a world's quasi-gods and eighth-rank people. I was a little worried that my little brother's precious chess piece would be accidentally broken here.

Xiuyi pondered for a while before speaking.

"His situation is indeed very delicate. Judging from the development of the situation, we need to speed up the progress."

Her speech instantly aroused thousands of waves, and many people immediately expressed their uneasiness.

"Sure enough. A person mixed in with those ferocious fishmen, even if he can keep his identity secret, should be very depressing and uncomfortable."

"Why not send a small team to share his pressure?"

'He is too young, and such a burden cannot be given to him.'

Many big men discussed it, and it seemed that they had expected and understood Lu Ping'an's difficulties.

This is not underestimation, but a judgment based on past experience and objective reality.

"Well, I mean, if we don't hurry up."

The owl/sea lion/sea hare and other messenger beasts showed a very troubled human expression at the same time.

".If he doesn't hurry up, he might unify the world."

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Mr. Xiuyi's words were a bit exaggerated. Lu Ping'an's current state was not as good as she expected. He improved too quickly, so he was naturally taken seriously, and therefore was strangled and besieged by high-end forces.

However, he still just sat on the throne, with his head tilted on his right fist, looking at the battlefield in front of him calmly, as if he was enjoying a boring drama.

Watching the nine kings under his command, how they risked their lives to stop the overlord.

Watching how they burst, how they broke through in the battle, how they suddenly jumped from lv4 to lv5, holding powerful black fire weapons to stop strong enemies. Even if they looked at their kings gratefully after winning by chance, they only saw a rather bored and plain face.

"Since you don't obey, kill him." The deep male voice was not loud, but these former kings shuddered collectively.

They smelled the killing intent.

Obviously, their king was not satisfied with just repelling even the overlord, and it was not in his eyes?

And that calm and even somewhat bored look made these "king-level" creatures more frightened and uneasy than the angry whip.

They were afraid, afraid of being judged as useless by the master, afraid of being squeezed out of the war system by the king, afraid that they would not be resurrected even after death, or even worse, they would be enslaved and used as tools to be transformed into bombs after death

"Next time, next time we will definitely."

"Yes, master, give me another chance."

At some point, the noble "king-level" creature also regarded the monster in front of him as his true master.

The king did not respond, he just silently stretched out his middle finger and pointed forward.

There is no point in talking nonsense, show me. It seems that this is what he said.

And the person on the throne was just because

"Are your feet numb?"

"It was numb yesterday and I have no feeling today."

Lu Ping'an sighed. Running this level of "domain" is probably impossible for an ordinary eighth-level creature. For him now, even if fate favors him, it is too stressful.

Maintaining this world, especially the war world with new "soldiers" constantly joining, has already made Lu Pingan overloaded. If he hadn't accidentally given himself an extended payment, he would probably have been overloaded.

". Life is always in a cycle."

The flesh and blood of the dead were dissolved and absorbed, becoming the nutrients for "reviving" their own side, and these war chess pieces were constantly upgraded and strengthened in the war.

Lu Pingan was no longer satisfied with just giving "warrior level". Not long ago, he dropped two chess pieces, a soldier and a knight, and the two meritorious people immediately completed the qualitative change.

Born for war and died for war, even the rough soldier template gave the creature at the peak of the law at least a soldier path of level four or above, allowing it to have the possibility of directly fighting against the king-level creature.

In addition, the knight (horse) chess piece, while giving him the template of the war heavy knight, also gave him the privilege of distorting space and teleporting at a fixed angle.

Now, in the "altars" in front of Lu Pingan, in the huge sand table simulating war, the two chess pieces are shining with dazzling brilliance.

"I think I can advance again."

When Lu said this, he was a little confused.

A pure single profession seems to be regarded as an evolution of biological talent by this world. The son of war has eaten too many lives, and the world is urging him to evolve as soon as possible.

". Overlord-level creature?"

Lu Ping'an's "reason" was practiced in the war. It was a journey similar to the ascension ceremony, but it was smoother. The big cat over there was jealous to the point of abstraction.

Although this is not a normal professional advancement, it is really called an eighth-level overlord in this way.

"Will it affect my path?"

"I really want to say it will, but you are just a clone and a dream now, so it shouldn't."

A normal eighth-level soldier, in the field of professionals, is often a fusion of several or even dozens of professional modules, but now, as a simple eighth-level creature, it seems that it can rely on a certain "pseudo-reason" and the black flame war field that Lu is now showing, to cross this hurdle.

"Oh."

So, the flames became more vigorous.

Lu Ping'an did not take any steps. But his existence began to step into that field.

The container of life was torn open, and more flames overflowed.

When the blazing flames swept the entire battlefield, everyone felt that they were strengthened again.

They looked at their king, either in amazement or gratitude or shouting loudly to show their loyalty, but the response was still just the figure sitting silently.

It seems that even if he evolves again, even if he is suspected of becoming a "dominant leader", it is still not enough for him.

So, what can satisfy him, more life? More land? More wealth? Or, none of this is enough.

"World!! Let us dedicate the whole world to our king!"

"Yes, our king is the only king, the master of this world!"

"Great Shark Overlord."

No matter how they praise, they still get only silence and a middle finger pointing forward.

However, the first smart man who shouted "world" was covered with a cloak of flames. The next moment, this "bishop" chess piece completed the leap of biological level.

"Great king" The new bishop didn't say any more nonsense. He understood the master's will and pointed to the direction where the overlord fled.

The army will never stop until everything is conquered.