Medical Sovereign

It's just that people's calculations are not as good as the sky's calculations, maybe it's because the black school epidemic family should not die.

Hundreds of years ago, among the mixed-race people, there were a few amazingly talented people who became self-taught by relying on the notes left by the god masters, and even became god masters.

The black-blood plague tribe has been trapped for nearly ten thousand years, and they don't want to leave this damned secret place all the time. Now that they finally see the hope of getting out of trouble, they naturally attach great importance to these mixed-blood tribesmen, even the pure-blood tribes who have always had their eyes set high. The strong also treat them with courtesy and respect, and their resources are greatly tilted towards them.

In this way, although the status of the mixed-race people is still far lower than that of the pure-blood people, their voice in the ethnic group has also been greatly increased, and the sharp conflict between them and the pure-blood people has been indirectly eased.

Once again, the ethnic group worked together as one, and cooperated with the divine master to wipe out the power of the seal, and the population of the ethnic group gradually began to increase.

Thanks to the god-descendant organization, the population of the Black Blood Plague Clan has already exceeded one million after ten thousand years of reproduction. The difference is not much, and the total is only more than a hundred thousand people.

But in the short span of a few hundred years, the population of the ethnic group has increased dramatically, almost quadrupling to an astonishing 400,000 people.

Although most of these increased populations are of mixed race, the larger the population base, the higher the probability of being strong.

Coupled with the increasing voice power of those divine masters, the mixed-race people with good qualifications can also get good cultivation conditions and resources, and gradually form a rivalry with the pure-blood people.

Especially decades ago, after the Shenfeng masters teamed up to wipe out the seal and finally opened the door to the secret realm, the momentum of the mixed-race people had reached the peak in history. Years ago, the entire Black Blood Plague Clan had long since left this damned secret realm to make waves.

But it has to be said that the ethnic group is no longer dominated by the pure-blood family, and the mixed-race people have gradually stepped onto the stage of the upper-level ethnic group. Jimiya is one of the representative figures.

Misri was cautious before, pretending to be cowardly and fearful, so it may not be that he didn't take the opportunity to eradicate dissidents. After all, in the eyes of the noble pure-bloods, Migia is a half-breed, so why should he sit on an equal footing with them.

Therefore, this time, not only did he successfully borrow a knife to kill people, but also eradicated the arrogant bastard Migia, and finally paved the way to leave the secret realm. It is conceivable that Misri felt happy.

But when he remembered that the tens of thousands of years of grievances had been caused by the Goddess organization, the combination of old and new hatred made Misri gnash his teeth, wishing to immediately go to the Goddess organization to settle the score.

It's a pity that no matter whether it's joy or hatred, he couldn't keep him for long. The terrifying sword light suddenly bloomed outside the secret area, and those huge numbers of elite fighters only had time to scream before being strangled to death by the densely packed terrifying sword intent His body was smashed to pieces, and no one survived.

In the sky, the destructive sword light merged into a torrent of sword light, sweeping towards the gate of the secret realm, and countless spider web-like fine space cracks were cut out along the way, which made people daunting.

"Go back, hurry!"

Misri and Alan's faces were pale, they screamed inhumanely, and hurriedly squeezed into the light gate from the clansmen who were moving out one after another like dogs in mourning.

Puff puff!

Those tribesmen who hadn't figured out what was going on, but were still happy to move out, were instantly annihilated by the terrifying torrent of sword light without any reaction, and there were endless screams, leaving only a black and red bloody mud on the ground.

"Close the door, close the door immediately."

Misri

His face turned green, and he didn't care that there were clansmen outside the gate who hadn't had time to withdraw,

Without hesitation, he teamed up with Allen to close the door to the secret realm.

"Lord Misri and Lord Alan, what is going on? We need an explanation."

There was an angry condemnation from the crowd. After all, those clansmen who were shut out had their relatives and friends among them.

"I am also for the safety of everyone. Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are inevitable. For the safety of most people, we can only make such a helpless choice. I hope you can understand."

When facing these tribesmen, Misri didn't have the cautious appearance before, and said softly but firmly.

"It was you who said that it was safe outside. Why did this happen suddenly? An explanation is needed outside."

"Yes, we must give us an explanation today."

"Hmph, Master Migiya almost died, but you were unscathed. The people who died were all of our mixed race. What kind of conspiracy is there?"

"In my opinion, it's because some people want to take the opportunity to eradicate dissidents, so they took our lives."

"We used to be pure-blooded people, and it's beyond our control to become mixed-blooded people. Why are you nobler than us? You use us as cannon fodder every time."

"Let's invite Lord Kleiman and Lord Moros to comment. Today, we must give us an explanation."

"Even if it was unintentional, they made a wrong decision and must give us an explanation."

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The crowd was raging and filled with righteous indignation, and you forced the two leaders, Misri and Allen, to give an explanation.

The mixed-race people had doubts and dissatisfaction with Migia's turning into a useless person, but because they were excited by the news that they could finally leave this damn secret place, they suppressed their dissatisfaction. The clansmen went to explore the way as cannon fodder, and they didn't express any objection, after all, the overall situation was the most important thing.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. They were all happily preparing for the relocation, but unexpectedly there was a sudden change. So many people died, and the most important thing was that the hope of leaving was also extinct. Disappointed, the previously suppressed dissatisfaction erupted immediately, and Misri and Allen were the highest decision-makers and pure-blooded people, so they naturally became the targets of their venting.

Misri and Alan were also terrified when they saw that they had committed public outrage. They couldn't suppress their cultivation in this secret realm. Although their cultivation was much higher than that of these mixed-race people, the number of these people was really terrifying, and there were many of them. If the powerhouses in the early and middle stages of the Transformation Realm were to riot, they would be torn to pieces in a matter of minutes.

Allen didn't have any opinions at all, but when he saw that the situation was intensifying and slipping in an uncontrollable direction, he was suddenly at a loss, and looked at Misri bewildered.

"Everyone, don't panic, don't make noise, and listen to our explanation. Migiya didn't listen to our advice, and insisted on exploring the way himself to fall into the enemy's trick. But in order to take everyone away, we still sent some people to risk their lives. The danger went to the outside world to investigate, and after confirming that there was no danger, we notified everyone to move out, but we did not expect that the enemy would be so cunning, and the saber intent laid down would only be activated by the touch of a high-level warrior. In any case, Allen and I, as decision makers, should bear some responsibility."

Misri secretly beat a drum in his heart, knowing that if something bad happened today, there might be another riot in the past, which would definitely be a fatal blow to the Black Blood Plague Clan, so he quickly explained loudly.

I secretly slandered in my heart, no wonder that old lunatic has been following the nerves all day long.

Sickly hacking at the open space here and there, he always thought that the old lunatic was bored and fell ill.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the old lunatic had planned it long ago, and it was really exhausting to release the sword intent. Even if he was as strong as the old lunatic, it was impossible to deploy so many saber intents in a short period of time, but he had already started. The layout, so many years of seemingly random chopping, is actually quietly arranging the saber intent into a large array of saber intent, waiting for the critical moment to be activated.

With the arrogant personality of the old lunatic, he naturally looked down on those members of the Black Blood Epidemic Clan with low cultivation bases. The sword-intent formation that had been carefully planned required the aura of a strong person in the state of transformation to activate.

Therefore, the low-level tribesmen did not find any abnormalities when they explored the way, but when the elite fighters investigated, the sword intent formation was immediately triggered.

Because the regiment commanders of the elite fighters are all strong men in the early or mid-stage of the transformation of the gods, and their aura meets the conditions to trigger the knife array.

It's a good calculation, it's a good calculation.

This is to calculate all their reactions to the bone, old lunatic, are you really crazy or fake?

The bitterness in Misri's heart was in vain. He had always been conceited and unparalleled in strategy. At this moment, he had to say a big word of convincing to the unpredictable old lunatic.

Because he knew that with the old lunatic's handwriting and painstaking layout, it was absolutely impossible to kill some elites of the clan.

Quickly figure out a reasonable logic in my mind to analyze the old lunatic's intentions.

According to his inference, the old lunatic must have some important business to leave for a while, in order to prevent them from taking this opportunity to slip away, so he set up a large array of saber intent.

The Daoyi array shattered the void and guarded the gate instead of him. It took about three months for the space crack formed to completely heal, which meant that he would never leave for more than three months.

Judging from the fact that he had quietly set up his formation several years ago, his departure this time was not due to a whim, but a premeditated departure. What is the most important thing that made him have to leave?

This question is destined to have no answer. The old lunatic seems to be crazy, but in fact his mind is like a sea, and he has calculated his humanity and character to the bone.

More than 20 years ago, the old lunatic left without saying a word for two days, but he insisted on bluffing and posing an empty plan, which made Misri, who has always been cautious, be suspicious, and did not dare to leave the secret place for two days. He chose the best time to leave, which was regarded as a great shame and humiliation by him.

Misri once swore that he would never be fooled by the old lunatic again, but the facts proved that he still lost, which was worse than the last time he stood still and missed the opportunity.

Not to mention that Migiya was deposed, he had intended to kill people with a knife, and that was all within his expectations, but the death of thousands of elite soldiers was definitely beyond his expectations. As the decision maker of the ethnic group, Really need to take responsibility for this.

The gate of the secret realm was blocked by a space crack, which blocked the way for the black-blood plague tribe to leave the secret realm. Even though they knew that this saber formation was the last resort of the old lunatic, no one dared to step out of the secret realm gate in front of the terrifying space crack.

This is not enough to make Misri feel aggrieved and want to vomit blood. What makes him most depressed and aggrieved is that the old lunatic is obviously very aware of the division of the two groups of the Black Blood Plague Clan.

Jimiya was abolished, using low-level mixed-race people as cannon fodder, triggering the knife array to annihilate the elite fighters and then shattering the void, cutting off the escape route of the ethnic group, which caused the mixed-race people to be dissatisfied with the decision-makers... All of this is actually in the It is laying the groundwork for completely intensifying the sharp contradictions within the Black Blood Epidemic Clan and triggering violent conflicts.