Mystery Makes Me Strong

Above the wilderness, the sun is blazing and the vegetation is lush.

The big cat walks through it, and the fighting competition as a bait will take some time to happen.

This is a favorite time for McCannites to party.

Many people in twos and threes, holding wine glasses or platters, eating and drinking, whispering to each other.

"I heard that the prizes of this competition have the blessing of light from the nuns of light, which can repair the injuries of other species." A middle-aged white man with a neat mustache on his face was touching one side and said mysteriously.

"Who on earth organized it to gather so many aliens? Could it be that Eagle Fort is finally going to attack those of us who are free? They finally couldn't help it." Another white woman was a little displeased. talking.

"Anyway, it's voluntary, and they can't force us. The alien species is our own. Whoever wants to take it away, just wait for the strongest explosion." A black young man said disdainfully.

"Well, it was okay to say before that it would be a big deal to go to other places. However, in this environment, the only truly stable environment is Dongzhou and McCann. The West Continent is too busy to take care of itself, and there is chaos everywhere. Ah, there are only a few paradises." The white man with mustache sighed.

Everyone fell silent. If it wasn't for the threat of such a big environment, they would not have come to participate or watch because of a hastily held fighting competition.

The competition may be able to be held, but it will definitely not attract so many aliens.

In the final analysis, all aliens feel the malice of the times. If there is no backer, no cards, no luck, then the end will not be much better than ordinary people. live for a while.

"Forget it, let's have a good meal, naturally there will be a tall man to support it when the sky falls." Someone said.

"You have to be able to stand near the tall one, otherwise, you will still be knocked down by the falling ceiling." Someone retorted.

"So I'm here?" The first person said to the center of the venue, the high platform of the fighting competition.

"That's right, the prize is second to none. The most important thing is to be close to the tall one." Others nodded their heads one after another.

Listening to the discussion of these people, Big Mao couldn't help sighing, whoever said that foreigners don't care about human relations is only a small number of people, most people still pay attention to various relationships and connections, just like Dongzhou.

"It's just that the really tall people won't appear on this stage, right? That would be too demeaning for them." Someone asked doubtfully.

"Well, it depends on the prizes of the competition, whether they can impress them."

As the party progressed, it was finally game time.

First, two hosts appeared on the high stage, a man and a woman. At the same time, music also played. It was a marching song, which made people's hearts suddenly excited.

Wen Rensheng could tell that it was the famous "March of the Grenadiers", a necessary accompaniment for queuing streams. This song was accompanied by countless killings, courage, and conquests throughout history.

The combination of muskets, horizontal teams and this marching song shocked a generation. Although stronger and more effective killing weapons continued to appear later, it was already difficult to produce a visually shocking effect.

The big cat walked around while observing everyone. With his current strength, the strength of his five senses, and his experience as a judge twice, he didn't need to touch most of the attributes of common aliens. He only relied on his eyes and ears. The nose can identify seventy to eighty percent.

This is obviously useful when screening the Seed of Killing.

At least the big cats don't need to touch each other.

When everyone was concentrating on the high platform, the big cat was concentrating on them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Alien Fighter Conference we are going to hold is about to begin, and now we will ask the Sister of Light, Her Excellency Milia von Russell Cavendish Ji...to explain this to us The meaning of a conference."

At this time, a familiar female voice sounded, drawing Wen Rensheng's attention back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle of the gods in the future has begun!"

At some point, Miria was dressed in a white nun's attire, with a mixed face of East and West, standing in the center of the high platform at this time, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Wen Rensheng really didn't expect that this Asian woman would have so many famous surnames mixed in... After all, he only needs to know the abbreviation recognized by the other party when he checks the information, and he doesn't need to know the detailed name.

Of course, now is not the time to worry about this, he was quickly attracted by the other party's speech, because it was a passage he was familiar with.

"In this dangerous era, only by fighting, only by mobilizing the blood of everyone in us, can we survive to the end, and we can win the most difficult victory!"

"We shoulder the hope of the entire human race and shoulder the responsibility of saving the world. We need to fight and keep fighting!"

"We have only one goal, a unique and unalterable goal!"

"We are determined to destroy all evil, and to cleanse all traces of it from our land. Nothing will change our resolve. Nothing!"

"We will never negotiate, we will never negotiate with the Lords of Calamity or any of their henchmen. We will fight them everywhere we can see until their shadow has been wiped from the face of the Earth and the peoples of Earth are freed from the yoke of Calamity Liberate!"

"Now, not one place is facing danger, but everyone is facing danger. We need to unite everyone, we need to support everyone. At this moment, we need to abandon all prejudices..."

Wen Rensheng looked at Miria through the big cat's perspective, and the other person was shining with light at this time, and his strength was rising in a way visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, what she did at this time fully met the requirements of the Seed of Light, and she was really able to cheat.

If it were an ordinary Dongzhou person, he would definitely be moved by what the other party said was completely correct and fair.

But Wen Rensheng is different. He understands how the same guy in his previous life treated his former collaborators after he won the victory. That turning around is called a quick turn, and it fully demonstrates what maturity is.

Of course Miria wouldn't do that, but those who followed her would definitely do that.

So at this time, he was only touched on the surface, and nothing really happened.

Alas, this is the price of perfection, any touch can only be temporary, he will quickly strip off the glamorous coat and see the essence.

Obviously, other aliens did not have such wisdom as Wen Rensheng. Most of them were inspired and inspired by this atmosphere, and their faces were flushed and their emotions were lifted.

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

An undisguised killing intent pervaded the air.