Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man

1392: Uninvited guest.

While they were talking, suddenly there was a roar from the other side's mecha camp. At the same time, the other side's mecha camp also roared in response.

Ji Ming's eyes narrowed slightly: "The mechas have started a war."

Following Ji Ming's words, the mecha camp behind them suddenly started to activate, and the same happened to the other camp.

"Is it starting now?" Luo Lang was stunned. He thought they, the law enforcement censors and the like, would have a fight first, and then start the mecha battle.

"Then what else do you want?" Ji Ming said helplessly, "We can't get involved in the mecha battle or the war of all machines. They have their own way of fighting."

"I know, but doesn't war pay attention to tactics? Just do it directly..." Even Luo Lang, a person who doesn't really want to think about it, feels that fighting like this is too low-level.

"This is our best mecha division, which reflects its combat power." Ji Ming explained, "As for tactics, there are other mecha armies."

"Why didn't you see it?" Tang Ningyu looked around. Apart from their group and the mecha camp that was already in close combat, he didn't find anyone else.

"The battlefield for tactics is not here." Ji Ming pointed to a high mountain on their left, "Behind this mountain is a huge battlefield. All the mecha armies of our four expeditions this time have entered it. The survival time is I don’t know how many people will be left after three days.”

"However, Wuming is leading the team this time. He is one of the twelve guardians. He can sit in this position not because of his physical skills, but because of his mecha control. Among the twelve of us, he has the best control. The strongest one has already entered the imperial level."

"Emperor level? Can't you fight with the emperor? According to what Discord said, you can become the king on your own." Mu Chaoran said in surprise, why such a strong person still stayed under Gen Lord's banner, this is a bit unreasonable.

"Do you really believe that an emperor-level warrior can fight against an emperor?" Ji Ming sneered, "I have personally seen an emperor-level master who wanted to leave, but was eventually killed directly by the master."

"Because of the mecha!" Zhao Jun replied directly without asking the reason.

"Yeah, Discord's mecha is so bad that it can't perform at the level that an emperor-level master should have. You have to know that the emperor-level can fight with the emperor, not by himself, but by the emperor-level mecha. Armor is still a top-notch imperial-level mecha. Without these, meeting the emperor is just a matter of how long you can sustain it." Ji Ming sighed.

The other three,

Now I understood the meaning of what Ji Ming said at the beginning. It stands to reason that they can indeed fight, but in Discord, they cannot. This is also the reason why the Thirteen Lords can firmly sit on the throne. No matter how strong the mecha masters are, they are still no match for the uncoordinated mechas.

This can also explain why this unknown emperor-level master is still one of the twelve guardians of the Colorful Palace. It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but he doesn't dare to leave. Especially the newly appointed Lord Gen. They don't know Ling Lan's true character yet. Who knows if he will be another ruthless person who would rather destroy him than let him go free?

While they were talking, they kept looking at their twelve censors with cold eyes, and finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"Blind Ji, come out here." A burly man in black, about forty years old, with a cold face suddenly shouted at Ji Ming.

Ji Ming suddenly raised his head and laughed when he saw the man: "Oh, it turns out to be black mud."

"I said last time that one day I will take your life. Now I tell you, today is the day. Come out and die." The big man in black is named Heitu. He has a huge grudge against Ji Ming. When people call each other nicknames, they know that the two of them are incompatible. But in the past, the thirteen masters remained stable, and they did not have the chance to resolve this grudge. But today, as enemies, they can finally start this life and death battle. Fight to vent the hatred in your heart.

"Haha, it's just what I wanted." Ji Ming narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and came to the center.

The other party also ducked and came to Ji Ming.

"The murderous intent is so strong." Zhao Jun frowned, "Is this battle really going to be a life-and-death battle?"

"Of course, usually this kind of direct naming will not stop until one party is dead." Yu Shangfei, who had remained silent, opened his mouth to explain to them.

"I always thought that you twelve guardians, law enforcement, censors, charmers, etc. are fixed, and the battle is just a matter of time. After all, you are the most trusted subordinates of each master, and you are also the strongest subordinates. I will not let you Die easily." Luo Lang was very surprised.

"The number twelve will indeed not change, because when someone dies, a new person will come on the bench. Below us, there are too many powerful substitutes, and they are always eyeing us, hoping that we will die soon. Yu Shangfei said indifferently.

This is the real situation under the Thirteenth Lord. No one knows when he will die in battle. Even if he climbs to the seat of the Twelve Guardians like them, he cannot escape this ending.

From Yu Shangfei's words, Luo Lang and others felt the cruelty of the disorderly zone. If they went to the central zone, with their strength, even if they could not become powerful men, they could still become guests of major wealthy families and enjoy their offerings. , no matter how bad your luck is, you can still settle down in one place and live peacefully until you die. But here, they don't know how many tomorrows they have. Maybe today is the last day.

Although Luo Lang and others still wanted to know more about Discord, their opponents did not want them to stand aside easily and came down to invite a fight. This kind of invitation to fight is not considered a fight to the death. When we stand in the end and can no longer fight, we will reach a tacit truce. Of course, if you are too weak and the opponent thinks that killing you will not cost you much, they will definitely show their ferocious fangs and kill you directly.

But at this time, Lihuo Palace, thousands of miles away, welcomed an uninvited guest.

This uninvited guest came in uninvited.

Li Zhu, who was lying on the bed, squinting and enjoying the service of the maids, suddenly opened his eyes, looked into the air in the hall, and said coldly: "Since you are here, why don't you show up?"

With this sound, a figure slowly condensed out of the empty air. He was dressed in a dazzling red robe, but he had a cold breath. The two extremes of cold and hot were surprisingly strange to him. The fusion of the face, combined with the unidentified male and female face, which seemed to have grown to the extreme of human beings and could only appear in paintings, made Li Zhu feel that this red body was born for him.

PS: There is only this chapter, don’t blame me, madam, I have tried my best. Just this chapter took me three and a half hours, and I smashed the keyboard in anger!