The scene fell completely Soundlessness.
Those who had just supported Elder Wang as the leader, in particular, felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Killing a Level Nine Martial Artist is not much harder than killing a chicken.
Is this the power of God?
The other opponents, however, cheered inwardly.
The old wall lamp should have died long ago.
On his way here, Qin Ze learned about these people's background from Lao Dao.
As the corporate faction grew stronger, the Grand Consul was temporarily unable to deal with them.
Qin Ze felt that the Grand Consul was still kind-hearted.
After the Battle of Sea Capital, if all these people had been executed, there wouldn't be any more of this mess.
Qin Ze snapped his fingers, and the crisscrossing black stockings disappeared.
"Now, those whose names I call, please step forward."
" He Fang, Song Yaping, Zhao Hai..."
Immediately afterwards, Qin Ze began the roll call.
Those whose names were called all jumped in fright and stood up, trembling.
Soon, the eight companies sent Level Nine Martial Artist to stand in a row.
Qin Ze said calmly, "You'll be going back to Penglai City with Lao Dao later. From now on Penglai City will be your home."
Several people breathed a sigh of relief; it was just exile, not immediate execution.
A guy wearing an eyepatch over his left eye looked up and said, "Why are you treating us like this? Just because we once worked for the company, does that mean we deserve to die?"
Qin Ze laughed, "You shouldn't die, but I should?"
"A rotten orange is a rotten orange."
" Lao Dao, chop it down."
Swish--
Before the man could even resist, he was sliced in two by the Lao Dao.
Qin Ze looked at the others and said, "If anyone has any questions or differing opinions, please feel free to raise them."
"I didn't cover your mouths so you could speak your mind freely. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Several people shook their heads.
Who would dare to object?
Qin Ze nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, you have a high level of awareness. Continue to contribute to the Human Race in Penglai City."
"That guy."
Yes, you.
The middle-aged man whose name was called stepped forward with trepidation.
Qin Ze smiled slightly, "Congratulations on your promotion. From now on, you will be the sole governing officer of the Law Enforcement Department."
There have always been two officials in charge of Law Enforcement.
It's just that the Grand Consul's brilliance is too dazzling.
So much so that people standing next to him are automatically ignored.
The consul immediately stood up straight. "I will never betray your trust!"
Then, Qin Ze selected three more people.
Let them select a group of warriors to join the allied forces.
"Alright, that's fine for now."
"Those who need to report to Penglai City should report, and those who need to train should train."
"Gentlemen, this war has only just begun."
"You have won this war of civilizations, and your names will be forever recorded in the history of Myriad Races."
The group left one after another, their hearts filled with excitement.
Lao Dao said in a low voice, "Your talent for making empty promises and giving speeches is truly off the charts. I almost believed what you just said."
Qin Ze gave him a strange look. "Why don't you believe me? What I just said was all true."
"I've already started compiling the Chronicle of the Myriad Races, and I'll put your name on the first page when it's done."
A subtle shift in emotion flickered in Lao Dao's eyes.
Thousand Faces grinned on the Local Area Network: "Master Qin, from today onwards you are the true master of the world."
The other clones followed suit.
"Great! Long live the Lord of the World!"
" The Circus is doing better now; they don't have to operate in secret anymore."
"When will we choose a consort? It wouldn't be right for the ruler of the world not to have a harem of three thousand beauties."
"I support Little Deer becoming the official empress!"
"Then I support Lao Dao!"
"???"
Qin Ze walked silently to the tree.
He sized up the Tree Keeper and said calmly, "Old man, you're going to die."
Lao Dao, who was behind him, stumbled and almost fell.
The Tree Keeper smiled. "Long time no see. You're still as good at chatting as ever."
Qin Ze said seriously, "You're really going to die."
The Tree Keeper was extremely listless.
Moreover, the Source of Life is greatly depleted.
At this moment, he was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
Qin Ze took out the remaining few tree fruits. "These are all. I'll bring you more next time."
The Tree Keeper shook his head. "My life has come to an end; nothing can make up for it."
Qin Ze shoved the tree fruit into his hand. "It's better than not eating anything."
The Tree Keeper is indeed nearing the end of his life.
Coexisting with the World Tree is no easy task.
It also needs to be irrigated with its own resources from time to time.
Qin Ze stepped forward and patted the World Tree.
The ice tree's crown swayed gently, creating a very pleasant scene.
Qin Ze murmured, "Everyone says that the Human Race is the Ancestral Land, so you should be an old tree by now, but you're as young as me."
A flurry of ice crystals fell from the treetops.
Qin Ze bathed in it and felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation in his body and mind.
Fragmented images suddenly flooded his mind, and he seemed to hear an ancient call from his Ancestral Land.
" I Reckon can become a god. You all should think about it with me. When I become a god, you can ascend to heaven with me, and from then on, we will be God Race."
"Now we have two choices: either fight those damn bastards to the end, or I shut down the world, you guys stay put, and I'll go fight those damn bastards to the end."
" The Goddess of Life said, 'This is our Ancestral Land. Since it is our Ancestral Land, let's set an example for them. I want to put on a grand show!'"
" Underworld Mountain, oh Underworld Mountain, please don't weep for me."
The final image is that blurry figure standing atop Underworld Mountain.
Although Qin Ze couldn't see it clearly, he could sense the boundless sorrow and grief in his heart.
These fragmented images are all part of the Desolate God's experiences.
Qin Ze looked up at the ice tree. "Why are you showing me these?"
" Underworld Mountain... why are you crying...?"
Qin Ze touched his face and found that it was tears.
He felt a tightness in his chest and inexplicably sad.
After a while, Qin Ze collected his thoughts.
Lao Dao stood guard not far away, while the Tree Keeper meditated.
The Tree Keeper opened his eyes and said, "It seems you've gained quite a bit in these three days."
Qin Ze nodded slightly. "I guess so."
"Old man, live well. Enough people have died already. The King of Hell won't miss you."
The Tree Keeper smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words."
Qin Ze waved his hand. " Lao Dao, I'm going back."
It was a rare sunny day in Snow City.
Within three days, all the turmoil had subsided.
The bartender's business picked up again.
The gray coat patrols the streets as always.
Workers left work in twos and threes, heading home together.
The setting sun was like blood.
Clouds and mist swirled above the Ring Mountains.
A magnificent hall was partially obscured.
Seeing this, Lao Dao said, "You can see the Hall of Stars when the weather is clear."
"People in the city say that seeing the Hall of Stars brings good luck and the protection of Human Race Sword Immortal."
Qin Ze murmured softly, "Boss, please wait for me, wait for me..."