Extreme Heaven Realm, Tianji Star.
Imperial capital.
At this moment, the situation in the center of the star sea and the heart of the True Human Empire is like a frozen river in early spring and February.
Although there are undercurrents surging below the ice, when viewed from the shore, it is still a dead silence shrouded in ice and mist.
All the small fish and shrimps were firmly sealed in the ice, and there was no sign of the ice and snow melting.
The rebels loyal to the reformists did not attack the imperial capital on a large scale as the intelligence said.
Instead, they used a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, attack in the east and attack in the west, and invade the hinterland of the Li family.
The news of this incident was too great, and naturally it could not be hidden from the eyes and ears of the other three families.
But the Guyu world was too sensitive after all.
The Li family blocked all news and declared that they would first mobilize elites to deal with the rebels themselves.
The direct descendants of the other three families could not rush to the heart of the Li family to "help quell the rebellion."
They had no choice but to Watch from the sidelines.
What's more, the elusiveness and resolute actions of the rebels have really left a deep impression on the four electorate families.
Small-scale riots and various rumors in the imperial capital have never stopped.
Who knows if this is the strategy of the rebels, maybe after the four If everyone relaxes their vigilance towards the Imperial Capital, the rebels will make some big move in the Imperial Capital.
Therefore, the elites of the four electorate families are still stationed in the imperial capital, and only the Li family has slightly transferred back some of their main forces.
Thinking in the dark, the other three families may not be laughing secretly.
It would be best for the rebels to get in the Li family's internal organs and cause more chaos, the better.
Even if the Li family wants them to help send troops, they must first discuss the terms.
Woolen cloth!
Over time, paper will definitely not be able to cover the fire.
But within three to five days, the situation remained delicately balanced or even static.
On the other hand, the true human empire is so big that the consequences of any serious disturbance would be difficult to affect every corner instantly.
The empire is like a dinosaur hundreds of kilometers long.
Even if the tail is on fire, the nerve endings send out pain signals, and it still takes a long time to reach the brain.
Even if the entire tail is burned, every cell in the body may not be able to sense it. arrive.
This is especially true for the bacteria and bugs that live in the folds of the Imperial super-dinosaur.
No matter how earth-shaking the upper levels are doing, how they are plotting, how they are innovating, how they are promoting empire, victory, human civilization and other impassioned and colorful words, for these bacteria and bugs, the most important question is still how to pay.
Paying yesterday's bills and finding food for today allows you and your family to survive with difficulty.
The main continent where the Imperial Palace and the Senate are located, the Black Star Continent, the underground city, District 36.
It is absolutely correct to use "folds" to describe the dark corners where the glory of the empire cannot shine.
Because these canyons torn apart by the fierce fighting between the emperor and the Son of Blood God in the past are long, narrow, deep, mixed with fish and dragons, and smoky.
They are indeed like criss-crossing folds that hide dirt and evil, spread all over the body of a huge beast.
Each fold is a large area, with millions or even tens of millions of people living in a cross-section ranging from a few thousand meters to ten thousand meters from top to bottom, which is more than a large city in the outer world.
During the day, these "folds" release thick smoke and steam to the ground, and at night, a hazy and dim light emerges like glittering smoke.
This is the only sign that the ant tribe, which lives in the depths of the dark folds all day long, shows that it exists and is still alive.
District 36 is a district relatively close to the palace and the Senate.
It is the "best place" with relatively good public security and environment.
The area one to two hundred meters underground is still in the superficial zone where "there is a chance to be exposed to sunlight at noon".
In terms of the entire underground city system, it is considered a "noble area".
There are mainly two types of people who have the qualifications and financial resources to live in this area.
One type is the outstanding ones among the original people, often the foremen of underground factories, the very few lucky ones who have succeeded in starting a business, and the family members of cultivators or high-level losers.
The other type is the loser among the real cultivators, the bankrupt who has no other way out, and the waste who has gone crazy and been seriously injured.
In the world of immortality cultivation that regards "the jungle of the jungle, winner takes all" as the truth, the competition for survival is extremely cruel.
This cruelty is not only reflected in the oppression of "real people" on "original people", but also in the life-and-death struggle within the immortality cultivators.
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In a merciless fight.
If you want to win, you must do whatever you can to cultivate to a higher level; regardless of your own situation, crazily attacking a higher level will cause a very high chance of becoming obsessed and having your Taoist heart collapse; once there is a problem with your own cultivation, or in a cruel situation Failure in competition, injury, serious illness, and even slow aging restricted by the laws of nature are many reasons that cause the realm to fall to the bottom and become a waste.
When there is no use value at all, the end is often extremely miserable.
As the saying goes, "One general can make thousands of bones dry up."
When one immortal cultivator soars into the sky, there may be ninety-nine immortal cultivators falling into the abyss.
This is especially true for combat-type immortal cultivators who lick blood from their swords.
Due to the characteristics of their profession, their chances of being seriously injured and possessed are many times higher than other immortal cultivators.
Moreover, fighting all day long will inevitably leave many hidden dangers to the body, and they may also make many undying enemies.
When spring and autumn are at their peak, their blood is strong, and their cultivation is at its peak, they can naturally drink meat and drink, be domineering, and majestic.
However, if they get sick, injured, old, or go crazy, and they don't train a few powerful successors on weekdays, and they don't have much savings, It is very easy to fall from the top to the bottom and fall to pieces.
Living anonymously in the underground world has almost become their only way out.
It is not uncommon for a once-famous and powerful man to become a thug, mercenary, killer, or the lowest gladiator in the underground arena when he was impoverished and desperate.
Overdrawing your life, burning your soul, and squeezing out the last drop of blood and sweat in exchange for a few imperial crystal coins, which are immediately exchanged for ultra-high-strength medical and analgesic potions, and even stimulant potions with extremely strong paralysis and hallucinogenic effects.
Can't wait to inject into the abnormally swollen blood vessels, lean down in the dark and humid corner, fantasize about making a comeback in the bizarre dreams, and the body slowly becomes cold and stiff.
This is the sad and unavoidable ending of many immortal cultivators.
From a certain perspective, these immortal cultivators are even worse off than ordinary people.
Ordinary people can work in sweatshops.
As long as they have some synthetic food that tastes like wax, they can survive.
If a few pieces of "ham slices" made from pressed oil can be added to the gruel, it will be considered a delicacy.
But immortal cultivators, even those who are old, weak, and suffering from internal injuries, will never be able to shame themselves into working with the "original people" and become just an ordinary member of the assembly line.
What's more, the little money they get from working is not even enough to fill their bottomless stomachs, let alone the astronomical medical expenses.
Once you become an immortal, you are embarking on a road of no return full of thorns.
You can only move forward bravely until you are destroyed, but you can never look back and you can no longer be an ordinary person.
The thirty-sixth district is crowded with these down-and-out immortal cultivators who are neither humans nor ghosts.
They are trash that no sect, power, group or family is willing to take in.
In the past six months, the amount of such waste has increased tenfold, making the already crowded underground world increasingly noisy and chaotic.
These frustrated people who have recently fallen to the ground are the officers of all levels eliminated by the expeditionary force.
They are mainly general-level officers in the motley army who were seriously injured, their cultivation levels plummeted, and their troops were destroyed.
They are all polished commanders.
Thirty years ago, the empire was determined to launch the largest strategic counteroffensive in the past five hundred years, so it launched an unprecedented nationwide mobilization to expand its military.
Even the motley armies of the peripheral world, which were not allowed to have too powerful fleets in the past, have received the central government's commitment. , expanded greatly as if after blowing enough air.
In order to seduce these hillbilly immortal cultivators from the motley army to work for the empire or, in other words, to take chestnuts from the fire for the four Elector families, in addition to various military aids, military ranks, serial numbers, medals, and titles were flying all over the sky, and they were thrown around as if they were free of money. go out.
A few hundred years ago, the empire was still very strict in the evaluation of military ranks and titles.
In the absence of large-scale wars for hundreds of years, some Nascent Soul masters had been working around for a lifetime, and they were only rated as major generals and lieutenant generals when they were old. occur.
But this time, it can be said that "the earth and the rocks are falling, and the chickens and dogs are rising to the sky."
Any golden elixir strongman in the outer world can pull up a team, even a semi-armed transport fleet converted from a civilian transport ship, and he can compete with the "Major General Battle" Wearing a majestic hat such as “Captain, Lord of the Empire”, it doesn’t matter whether your head is that big or not.
This kind of person is called "General General" in the upper-class circles of the imperial capital, and is a joke that is not worth mentioning.
But there are really many ignorant cultivators from the outer world, or ambitious guys who want to make a desperate bid for huge wealth.
They wear the titles of "Colonel Chief of Staff, Major General Chapter Leader" and so on, and bring their hometown son-in-law with them.
They bravely rushed to the front line with strange screams.
How could these guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds be the opponents of the cunning and cunning members of the four Electoral Households?
They were easily manipulated by applause and became other people's pawns and cannon fodder.
Among them, he had better luck.
He was transferred to the third theater and came under the command of the "God of War" Lei Chenghu.
He might be able to save his troops and his head.
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Even if he died, he would be considered a worthy and vigorous death.
But there are more "miscellaneous generals" who were really sold out and still wanted to help people with money.
They died without knowing how they died.
Within a few years, all the troops brought to the front line were wiped out, and they were all on the battlefield.
He worked hard, was seriously injured, his realm plummeted, and even lost arms and legs.
His Dantian and spiritual roots were burned to a mess.
What they get in exchange is either a few jingling medals, or "one level of title, one level of knighthood", or all kinds of garish empty promises, such as how and how to reward after the "final victory", where?
There are fiefdoms everywhere.
As for what "final victory" means, I'm sorry, but the final interpretation power is firmly in the hands of the four Electoral families behind His Majesty. (.)