Lord of All People: Am I the only one in the Fallen Empire?

Gao Qiang turned his gaze aside after withdrawing his gaze from Yi Meng's crotch.

At the same time, he opened the friend interface of the war game.

After hesitating for a moment among the friends, Gao Qiang still skipped the pilgrim and clicked on the private chat with Feng Zhuo.

"Are you there?"

In just a few seconds, Gao Qiang got a reply.

"What's wrong, do you need help?"

"I can have someone send you a rare item to escape, but you have to repay me in the future."

Feng Zhuo seemed to be very sure of what Gao Qiang was privately chatting with him for.

From the look of it, he should have been prepared long ago.

The rare item that escaped from the war game is not something you can take out anytime and anywhere.

Gao Qiang rubbed his chin.

From Feng Zhuo's tone, he seemed to understand why Feng Zhuo would recommend the battlefield of the Space Age to him without any doubt.

The situation in the Space Age is obvious to all, and the participation of ordinary lords will not help the situation at all.

Feng Zhuo is not optimistic that Gao Qiang can turn defeat into victory in this kind of battle.

But he is optimistic about Gao Qiang's potential.

Recommending this battlefield to Gao Qiang can be a favor, and taking Gao Qiang out of this battlefield alive can be another favor.

As expected of the only son of a member of the board of directors of the Baiyu Group, he can get a single order twice.

However, Gao Qiang's next words disappointed him.

"No need."

"I just want to ask, for the higher-level eighth-level battlefield, if there is such a battle situation that is about to fail, can we join it?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds in the Baiyu Group.

It took a while to react, and he replied subconsciously: "Have you solved the troubles of the Space Age?"

When he said this reply, Feng Zhuo also checked the time.

Something is wrong. It has not been long since Gao Qiang entered the Space Age.

This time can't even run the Space Age map completely, so how can it be possible to reverse the situation?

But Feng Zhuo soon thought of the forces behind Gao Qiang.

With the physique of a saint, if he is willing to lose face, it should be possible to equip a high-level person like the Son of God with a strange item to leave the battlefield.

It makes a lot of sense when you think about it this way.

It's a pity that he can't sell this favor.

Even so, Feng Zhuo was not too disappointed, after all, he was a bit easy-going.

If he could sell it, he would sell it. If he couldn't sell it, he wouldn't lose anything.

Therefore, this episode was quickly exposed by Feng Zhuo.

Then facing the new question raised by Gao Qiang, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, Feng Zhuo gave a response.

"I know what kind of battle you are looking for, but unfortunately, this kind of battle does not exist in the eighth-level battlefield."

Then Feng Zhuo explained the concept of the eighth-level battlefield to Gao Qiang in detail.

If the sixth-level battlefield is a galaxy and the seventh-level battlefield is a star cluster, then the eighth-level battlefield can be called a real universe.

This map is really too big and too wide.

There are not many eighth-level battlefields open. Sometimes, a new eighth-level battlefield will appear after a thousand years.

And it is very likely that an eighth-level battlefield can accommodate thousands or even tens of thousands of races at the same time.

Even the lords of a single race are in the hundreds of millions.

Because of this, the price of failure in the eighth-level battlefield is very painful, and no race is willing to bear such a price.

Each race will continue to inject new forces into the eighth-level battlefield to ensure that they will not completely lose in an eighth-level battlefield.

So to end an eighth-level battlefield, at least a thousand years are used as the basic counting unit.

Coincidentally, in the past thousand years, humans have not been pushed to the point of exhaustion in any eighth-level battlefield.

After thinking about it, Feng Zhuo continued to reply: "Although the battlefield that perfectly suits your mind does not exist."

"But if you like crisis, I have a battlefield that is quite suitable for you."

Soon, a piece of information was sent to Gao Qiang by Feng Zhuo through a friend message.

[Dark Age (Eighth Level)]

[Introduction: We won the championship from the savage forest, stood out, and established our own civilization on the remains of nature.

And now, when we set our sights on the wider world, we realize how small we are.

The world is huge, and the civilization we are proud of is just due to our ignorance.

The darkness has never gone away, and now we are horrified to find that we have returned to the law of natural selection.

But please always remember that in this new forest, the sun will never rise again! 】

"Is there any problem with this battle?" Gao Qiang asked with some doubts.

The information provided by Feng Zhuo did not directly mark the dilemma of mankind like the Space Age.

"In fact, it is not mankind that has the problem." Feng Zhuo responded.

"As I said, although mankind cannot win in the eighth-level battlefield, it is not in a desperate situation."

"And the real crisis of this battlefield I recommend to you lies in the battlefield rules themselves."

Soon, Feng Zhuo explained the characteristics of the Dark Age for Gao Qiang.

The first is to prohibit alliances. In the Dark Age, due to the restrictions of the rules, the languages ​​of the lords of various tribes will no longer be interoperable.

At the same time, in the friend list column, lords of non-ethnic groups cannot pass messages to each other.

Then it is encouraged to kill each other.

Every time you kill an enemy lord, you can unlock the option to build a final strategic weapon.

In other words, the more foreign lords you kill, the stronger your power will be.

There is no such thing as balance in war games.

Once a lord successfully develops, perhaps the entire universe will be unable to contain it even if it uses all its strength.

In this case, killing every lord you see seems to be the most cost-effective option.

"In other words, once I am exposed in the Dark Age, it is very likely that all the lords who discover me will attack me?" Gao Qiang asked Feng Zhuo.

"That's right."

"But I personally think that this battlefield is not suitable for you."

After Feng Zhuo sent the message, he hesitated to speak.

In his opinion, the danger level of the Dark Age is too high.

This is the only battlefield in the eighth-level battlefield that has no diplomacy, does not allow surrender, and is based on complete killing.

After thinking about it, Feng Zhuo continued to speak.

"If your goal is just to upgrade to the ninth level and enter the infinite battlefield, there is no need to go to the Dark Ages."

"A local war in the eighth-level battlefield can upgrade thousands of lords to the ninth level."

"So, how many years will it take for the local war you mentioned to start in each eighth-level battlefield?" Gao Qiang asked.

Feng Zhuo roughly estimated, "Probably less than ten years?"

"Too long." Gao Qiang frowned.

Less than ten years, that is, it may take eight or nine years for a war of this level to break out.

In this case, it is difficult for the Fallen Empire to wake up quickly.