The Whole Country Follows Me Into The World Of Gods And Demons

Chapter 465

Chapter 461: The old man returns and ranks as a lieutenant general

Yuan Chengjie, who was in despair, finally stayed in front of a mountain wall after staggering several mountain peaks, where birds and flowers fragrant, grasses in spring, butterflies, flying and bees dancing, the most beautiful valley.

If it weren’t for a confused soul wandering around, no one would remember that this place was once a bloody battlefield, where countless demons have died, and a member of the Asian Alliance has been buried.

“elder brother!”

For the first time in his life, Yuan Chengjie burst into tears like rain.

With a sound of brother, as if piercing time and space, he came back.

My heart aches, but the old man is still there, although life and death are both boundless.

“Is he just the soul you’re looking for?” Emperor Fengdu asked.

Yuan Chengjie nodded, burst into tears, and trembled.

How many times in the midnight dream, there is that careless man seems to be right in front of you, on the gray bed, engraved with old stories, saying that you will become a general, but you stand alone against thousands of evil demons, and the result of your bravery is death in battle. Yuan Chengjie wanted this man to be a coward.

…

Ma Luping is alive.

Lived in Longmai’s laboratory.

At the moment of his resurrection, his sturdy body froze for a long time, and his eyes were always on the people around him. There are not only Yuan Chengjie, Song Yi, etc., but also Gods and demons such as Emperor Fengdu and Satan.

“What happened to me?” Malu Ping muttered while looking at the ceiling of the pale white laboratory, the images in his mind kept flickering.

From life to death, even though every shot is of himself, how strange it is, it’s like watching someone else’s story.

Yuan Chengjie held a set of Lieutenant General’s uniform, gritted his teeth, and walked to the road level step by step: “Congratulations to the Asian League Army Lieutenant General Ma Luping and return.”

In the corner, Lu Yu watched this scene silently.

Just now the lieutenant general’s uniform was given by him based on Maluping’s record.

Fighting for mankind, the lone hero alone fends off thousands of evil demons, and never takes a step back to death. This is a real strong man, worthy of the uniform of a lieutenant general!

And Ma Luping is now…the tenth-order god!

His original soul was extremely strong, otherwise he would not wander in the mountains and wilds for a year without dispersing, which also led to the tenth-order pseudo-god body given by the Dragon Maiden, which he could fully afford.

Although this kind of promotion is not as good as natural promotion, it can be regarded as a kind of compensation, and the hero deserves it.

“I’m alive?” Ma Luping reluctantly got up and looked down. He was covered in familiar scales with dazzling black light. His fists were slightly stronger, and three bone knives were stronger than chrome. Stitch out.

It’s still a familiar taste and a familiar recipe.

It’s just that this formula is far stronger than the previous self.

Picture after picture flickered in his mind.

There is a battlefield full of artillery fire, a crowd of demons with endless waves, soldiers with blood-stained bodies, and self who holds a knife to block thousands of demons.

…

“Edit, add Ma Luping, a Tier 10 powerhouse.”

“It is specifically stated that this person is Lu Shen personally confessed, and the potential is estimated to be huge.”

In the intelligence department of the Asian Alliance, a brand-new profile of people was sent to the archives and included in the vast array of archives of the soldiers of the Asian Alliance. Even so, it ranked high and looked at the mountains and small mountains.

Next to this file are the files of Mu Chen, Yuan Chengjie, Pei Junfeng and others, all of which are marked with a special six-sided mark. Only those with unlimited potential have this mark.

…

In the offensive and defensive warfare of the East Coast Naval Base, after hundreds of surprise attacks and thousands of tactical tactics between Han Ce and Misius, they finally entered the white-hot stage of seeing the sword and the artillery.

During the day, the two sides bombarded with artillery fire, and at night they continued to fight with artificial suns. In the past few days alone, the ships destroyed by the war between the two sides have been piled up on the seabed, and the ammunition and radiation have dyed the sea into strange colors.

“Leader, you go back!”

Michels did not wash his face and shave for many days, and his original handsome appearance almost became Max’s sloppy image of a wilderness motorcyclist.

He stood on the front line, and the cold wind carried the gunfire on the opposite side.

Many adjutants around him are begging for each other, wanting Misius as the leader to return to the depths of the base.

But Misius kept his eyes open and repeated the question he had asked many times before: “How long will our commander in command be there?”

“It will be here soon, leader, it will be here soon, come down…”

…

Max, whom Michels was thinking of, met someone he expected and unexpected at this time. No, it was a priest’s messenger to be precise.

On the edge of the small basin just over a hundred kilometers away from the East Coast Naval Base, millions of troops from Northern Ai stopped quietly because their commander stopped.

Max lit the cigarette, let the smoke linger around his chest and lungs, and raised his gaze deeply, like a fisherman dealing with his boss.

“Max, what are you going to do?” The priest’s messenger is holding a golden scepter, rich and lofty: “Killing so many high-level officials in Bei Ai, and acting as the king, do you still have us in your eyes?”

“Hahaha, Lord God made a joke. The Mayan Temple is our only faith. It is the temple we have followed throughout our lives. It carries glory and achievements. It is the only master of the North Ai Alliance. Now even you are shocked, my Max I am deeply guilty, and I ask the adults to accept my most sincere apology.”

Max bowed his head deeply, but his eyes looking at the ground were extremely cold.

The priest’s messenger glanced at Max lightly, seeming to disdain Max’s high-sounding rhetoric.

“Max, you should know that you are the leader of the Mayan God Guards. You are destined to accompany the servants of the true god. No matter how you struggle, you can’t escape this fate.”

The priest’s messenger said lightly: “Your destiny is not in your hands, understand?”

With a light tap, Max smiled faintly.

I know where my destiny lies.

Why are you talking about it? Don’t you just want to say, my life is in your hands? No, you should be saying that the lives of countless people are in your hands.

When the entire North Ai alliance had a population of one hundred and eighty million, you were able to plant the virus for more than one billion people. Don’t you just want to keep the North Ai in your hands?

“Understood, my most respected ambassador.” Max’s face was flat, gentlemanly bending down and asked: “Then can we go to the front line now? Our war with the Asian Alliance is still going on.”

The priest’s messenger nodded indifferently, dropped a word and disappeared out of thin air.

“In this war, we hope you can win. We don’t want people from the Asian Alliance to step into Northern Ai’s native land. If you can’t do it, then we should reconsider whether you are worth living in the world and whether you are qualified to be a true god. Servant!”

…

When Max led millions of troops back to the naval base, he saw the stubborn figure of Misius from a distance.

He slowed down his inner thoughts, strode forward, and hugged Misius heavily, but Misius pushed him away with a palm, and his eyes were bloodshot and shouted: “Asshole, what do you think, commander-in-chief, New leader, if you do this, haven’t you considered the unrest at the grassroots level! It is the unrest at the grassroots level, and we will be completely finished!”