Ten Thousand Races Invasion: All The People Join The War, I Stay Behind

this night.

The cold wind is icy, and March is about to pass, and April is about to enter, which also means that the eighth defense line is about to start the final battle.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the community radio continued to ring.

[According to the decision of the Eastern Alliance military and the Ability General Building, the age of global conscription will be officially lowered to 16 years old. If you are in good health, you can sign up to join the army voluntarily.]

[The Military Industry Office of the Eastern Alliance has officially decided that each city will begin to build a military factory within the fifth line of defense against the East to support the front line]

[Currently, ten alien assassins have been killed in the inland area. Residents, as well as those who have awakened their abilities for the first time, please report to the ability building as soon as possible and apply for personal protection at different levels]

[The third line of defense, the Chu family announced that they will be born early, the Chu family, the real bloodline family of supernatural beings, the details are unknown]

[The largest martyr cemetery in the alliance will be built in Yanjing, the second line of defense. This cemetery can accommodate tens of millions of graves. It will be the largest cemetery for the martyrs in our country. The day of worship is May 10]

There are a lot of content on the speakers in the radio, but in every city, every community, even in the countryside, those people can feel the oppression and the breath of the coming of the world.

Now in March, it is indeed snowing heavily, Nan Ziying left early, took the bus, wearing a white robe, embroidered with all kinds of ancient oriental weapons of ancient dynasties, embroidered with history, coupled with his strange softness and kindness His eyes look more and more handsome and bewitching,

Mr. Moshang is as human as jade, and Mr. Moshang is unparalleled in the world.

The windows of the car were open, and there were not many people making cars. They were basically female volunteers from major factories. Everyone's eyes began to look stressed, because Yecheng could more and more feel the shock and depression of the soul from thousands of miles away.

repressed,

Aggrieved.

The car window is open, snowflakes are falling, and the cold wind is blowing on Nan Ziying's wolf tail. His eyes are shining with stars. Next, he wants to finalize the superficial identity of the undead profession.

At nine o'clock, arrive at Yecheng Municipal Center.

Now almost every day, meetings are held, all kinds of front-line transportation, emergency goods production, etc., the city lord Yu Lie is even more busy, he is strengthening the fifth military defense line, and the municipal director Zhang Hai is in charge of things in the city.

When Nan Ziying walked into Nuoda's hall, Zhang Hai's clear voice sounded.

"The fifth military defense line needs gasoline. Next, the crude oil will be handed over to Yecheng No. 2 Crude Oil Company. Gasoline with high flammable density must be provided as soon as possible."

"The front line is still cold, and leather armor with a scale of 100,000 is needed..."

Zhang Hai said, and then he saw a familiar figure, wearing a white shirt, with his hands raised.

Nan Ziying,

"Speak." Zhang Hai nodded.

"I apply for the transfer of cultural relics. Our city is close to the mausoleum of the Qin Dynasty and the cemetery of the Great Han Dynasty. Next, this involves cultural inheritance. I apply for the transfer of cultural relics. The transfer will be the last."

"In addition, the construction of the backup line of defense, the butchers are all in progress."

Nan Ziying spoke with a clear voice.

Protector of cultural relics.

This made Zhang Hai think of this term. He didn't find it strange. During previous wars, cultural relics in our country had been transferred many times. The Yecheng archaeological team had proposed the transfer before, but it had been stranded.

"How many areas were transferred?" Zhang Hai asked.

"Qin, Han, Western Jin, Tang, Song, Ming!"

These six dynasties are in the fifth line of defense, the fourth line, and the third line of defense.

"Can!"

"Next, you, the Yecheng archaeological team, and five hundred soldiers will be in charge of this matter, please."

Zhang Hai bowed, because now he has too much work pressure, Nan Ziying has shared a lot for him, such as slaughtering, infrastructure construction, and cultural relics protection.

At ten o'clock in the morning on March 15th, the Yecheng official made a meager statement,

: [According to the municipal government decision of Yecheng, Comrade Nan Ziying will transfer the ancient cultural relics of the six dynasties for the transfer of cultural relics protection. This will be the inheritance and protection of oriental civilization and the guardian of oriental civilization]

Then the official public account of the Inland Alliance forwarded it, commenting: "Cultural relics, the foundation of human inheritance"

Afterwards, there were a lot of comments, this time the people were quite sober,

[Qingfeng rushing to the battlefield]: "Good guy, Nan Ziying is indeed a talented person staying in the rear. He is really suitable for infrastructure, slaughter, and cultural relics protection. It seems that he is really suitable for the rear and can do things in a down-to-earth manner."

[Shadow of the Storm on the Battlefield]: "Some people are destined to fear the storm, and some people are destined to avoid the battlefield. Nan Ziying's handsome temperament is more suitable for being a young fresh meat in modern times. Let us leave the battlefield to us. We are for this battle here!"

[Inheritance]: "Actually... everything Nan Ziying has done is useless. Whether it is the construction of the backup line of defense or the protection of cultural relics, once the front line cannot withstand it, everything will collapse. Even if cultural relics can be left behind, what's the point? Use it, no one appreciates it anymore, this is the saddest thing!"

.....

At ten o'clock in the morning, Nan Ziying was at the slaughterhouse in Yecheng.

He didn't pay attention to any trivial matters, but went straight into the slaughterhouse.

In one day, another million mutated fish were slaughtered.

At 5:30 in the evening, the dim yellow sunset shines in bunches, glowing with holy and bright light, bright, piercing, and extraordinary light.

That light was too bright, illuminating like extreme glory.

Leaning against the corpse of the mutated fish, Nan Ziying compared his eyes, his hands melted the power of a million source stones, and then melted into his palms,

buzz buzz.

In the depths of consciousness, five talent trees grew brightly, and the fourth source stone tree was watered this time.

Exuding an ancient, undead, deep, and dark atmosphere, this is the source stone tree of the undead, glowing brightly, filled with breath,

The power of a million source stones allowed the tree to grow from a seedling to its first trunk.

【Ancient Dynasty. Undead】

[Usable Undead Summoning Points: 1 million]

[Undead Summoned: 0]

[Ability level: initial level 10]

[Ability upgrade condition: 1 million undead]

hum.

Looking at the fourth undead talent tree, Nan Ziying let out a long breath. Now his brain is using the Eastern Alliance as a map, forming a vast and mighty spider web layout,

Now this important big net emerges.

Pushing open the iron gate, this time in the factory, there are not many voices of female factory volunteers talking, but many people are stepping up to make canned meat. With the increase of conscription, the transportation of materials on the front line is also very important.

Walking out of the factory, Nan Ziying saw the text message,

Yecheng Archaeological Institute: [When can Mr. Nan go to the first one, the Qin Mausoleum, about 200 kilometers away, about two hours on the highway]

"Now!"

After replying to the message, Nan Ziying closed the phone, time does not wait for me, the future, the sooner the better!

Went to the west of the city at six o'clock, ten military trucks, all female guards, and an archaeological off-road vehicle, a total of five people, led by an old professor with white hair and wearing a Tang suit.

"Hello, Mr. Nan, I am Yi Jianghe, the professor in charge of the Yecheng Institute of Archaeology, and I am also a named professor of the History Department of Yecheng University of Technology. Thank you very much for your proposal of cultural relics protection this time, which is indeed related to national inheritance."

Old Professor Yi was very excited. He had suggested it several times before, but he never agreed because of his identity and the tight front line. Now it was rare to agree. The old professor was very excited. He didn't want to see those historical relics trampled by foreigners.

"You're welcome, it's all for the sake of cultural inheritance, hurry up, make sure first, and then start shipping piece by piece overnight."

Nan Ziying said, he doesn't care about the inheritance of cultural relics, because if this battle is lost, no one will remember those cultural relics anymore, what he cares about is the bones of Qin Chaoying's soul that can be awakened underground!

Then a group of people got on the car, eleven cars, cut through the night, and arrived at the Qin Mausoleum in two hours. It was a city in the civilized period, but it was moved and turned into a wild cemetery.

Vast and mighty, the area is huge, there are many mountains, mountains and rivers, and the mausoleum is in front of a mountain range, exuding a grand and vast atmosphere!

ancient city walls,

Seeing the rows of terracotta warriors and horses, the old professor burst into tears.

"My family's historical inheritance must be transported away."

Then the soldiers began to load the cars one after another, and Nan Ziying greeted them, and walked towards the depths alone until they reached the graves.

He stretched out his right hand, and a black breath of undead origin stone was transmitted between his fingers.

Suddenly, boom.

fell into the ground,

Click, click, this is the sound of digging the soil, creaking, accompanied by the ultimate digging sound, the soil surface cracked, and a white bone walked out with a bronze spear in hand.

[Undead Summoned: 1]

【attack】

Nan Ziying opened his mouth, and then he stood upright, with a ball of flames emanating from his white skull, it fiercely raised the bronze long sword, and stabbed towards Nan Ziying's body, the long sword cracked, and a small wound appeared on Nan Ziying's body.

"Yes, a level 8 undead skeleton."

Nan Ziying spoke in satisfaction, not caring about the scar on his body.

【end】

Opening his mouth again, the skeleton undead stopped, and inside his head, a dark red flame was raging.

Thousands of people are sleeping, and the country will not survive.

The cracking stone, the power of the earth,

Those of my oriental blood, revive!

Awakening 1

At this moment, with Nan Ziying's hands, the summoning power of millions of undead was revived.

Underground, in those ancient palaces, batches of ancient skeletons burst into flames, the broken bones began to connect, and the fierce breath began to permeate and devour them.

evil!

fierce!

Those ancient chariot soldiers, cavalry, Qin Tieqi, Huben battalion revived again,

A man with a spear rises up with a spear,

Someone with a long sword climbed out of the decaying coffin,

There are also the ancient Qin warriors, Meng Yi, and other characters, all of whom are hideous bones, split from the coffin, standing in the underground palace,

And the tomb of the first emperor is quiet, it seems that it has not been awakened yet.

One hundred thousand!

Five hundred thousand!

million!

Millions of Qinhu Benying, revived in a skeleton state, instantly an ancient, thousand-year-old undead breath permeated, directly dimming the moonlight.

[Do not crack the ground, anytime/wait for orders]

Feeling the ancient evil spirit soaring into the sky, Nan Ziying gave the order, and then he couldn't help trembling with excitement all over his body. This was the sense of fusion from the same blood of the same clan, which gave him an extreme sense of honor.

In consciousness, the young tree with undead talent began to grow a bit taller, but it glowed with a strong undead aura, mysterious, powerful, and strange.

【Ancient Dynasty. Undead】

[Available Undead Summoning Points: 0]

[Summoned Undead: One Million/Qin Huben Camp]

[Ability Level: Level 9]

[Talent: Strengthening, consumption of source stone points can strengthen the skeleton level]

[Ability upgrade condition: 10 million undead]

...

[Chronicle of Ten Thousand Races/Layout of Gods]: Two hundred miles to the west of Yecheng, the tombs of the Qin Dynasty are buried underground in the open wilderness, and millions of undead in the Qin Tiger camp are awakened. They are waiting underground, waiting for the call of the gods, and they will crawl out of the ground Out, waves of suicide charges to kill the enemy...

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