Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 2120: How to Divide the Three Saint Lords

No race is willing to sacrifice itself; the best outcome is for others to sacrifice more while preserving their own strength.

Such thinking is understandable, as everyone is considering their own race.

But when every race thinks this way, the alliance is already in name only.

Although the Deep Abyss Demon Lord was very displeased, he couldn’t erupt on the spot.

In the end, he suppressed his anger and said, “Then let’s wait until the barriers are fully set up, and then we’ll have a proper battle with the human race.”

“But let me make it clear: in this battle, if anyone doesn’t put in effort, don’t blame this Demon Lord for being unkind.”

The Black Golden Saint Lord laughed heartily, “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely give it our all. When the time comes, I’ll cut down a human Transcendent for you to enjoy with your wine.”

The Blood Bull Saint Lord laughed, “And the flesh will be mine. I’ve heard that human Transcendent flesh is quite delicious, and this old bull wants to have a taste too.”

Another ten years passed, making it thirty years since the Ghost Race last appeared.

The battles between the Hundred Race Alliance and the human race continued, with the human race still maintaining a record of more victories than defeats.

Although the human race also suffered significant casualties, they were better off compared to the Hundred Race Alliance. In each major battle, the human race produced many geniuses, with their cultivation levels continuously rising.

In just these thirty years, the number of people who achieved the God Lord realm exceeded that of the previous few hundred years.

Growing amidst the flames of war, the resilience of the human race was continuously unearthed.

The Demon Race’s barriers were finally set up in each race, and the Abyssal Eye Demons had all taken action. They used Abyssal Fire to monitor each barrier.

As long as the Ghost Race appeared, they would be immediately detected, and the strong ones from each race would rush over to annihilate the Ghost Race.

In their view, the fact that the Ghost Race did not choose races with Transcendent beings only indicated that their strength was insufficient to deal with Transcendent beings.

Except for the Blood Bull Saint Lord, no one took the Ghost Race seriously.

Once the barriers were fully set up, the Hundred Race Alliance began to take action according to their plan from years ago.

The armies were mobilized, and the strong ones all came out.

One hundred light-years outside the Vermilion Bird Star Region of the human race, there floated a large number of warship wrecks, countless fragments of magical treasures, and innumerable corpses.

This was one of the battlefields between the Hundred Race Alliance and the human race, where the fighting had lasted for decades. The casualties on both sides were beyond counting.

When the number of casualties reached billions, it was truly horrifying.

The brutality of racial wars and the various great battles were unimaginable in small worlds.

But everyone knew this was a real war, a matter of life and death.

The human race always carried a sense of urgency. From the Human Emperor Network to the high levels of the human race, everyone was told that if they couldn’t win this battle, it meant death.

As a result, the potential of the human race was stimulated, and they performed exceptionally well in every battle.

The human army was stationed in space, numbering over a hundred million.

War fortresses were lined up, with over a thousand powerful fortresses emitting astonishing auras.

Inside the fortresses, formations operated like giant eyes, monitoring the starry sky.

Outside the fortresses, countless warships formed battle arrays, ready to unleash incredible combat power at any moment.

The War God Fortress flew in from afar, silently merging into the army.

Inside the fortress, dozens of strong individuals sat in the conference hall, with the Sword Saint Lord at the head.

To the right of the Sword Saint Lord was a beautiful woman, while the left seat was empty.

When the War Saint Lord arrived, he directly sat in the empty seat to the left of the Sword Saint Lord.

The Sword Saint Lord tapped the table lightly with his finger, making a crisp sound like a sword’s hum.

The conference hall immediately fell silent, and everyone’s eyes focused on the Sword Saint Lord.

However, some people’s eyes occasionally fell on the woman to the right of the Sword Saint Lord, mainly because she was so beautiful that it was impossible not to look.

Even though everyone here was a Transcendent, having lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years and seen countless beauties, their strong Dao hearts were still firmly attracted.

But the woman didn’t care about others’ gazes. She leaned lazily on the chair, her eyes half-closed, as if she were asleep.

Sitting next to the Sword Saint Lord and still so relaxed showed the woman’s strong mind.

The Sword Saint Lord had no objections to the woman’s behavior. His gaze, as sharp as a sword, swept over everyone, “The armies of various races are mobilizing, and they will have a direct confrontation with us here.”

“After decades of war, both sides have been training their soldiers, and the Transcendent beings haven’t taken much action.”

“But this time is different. They will deploy Saint Lords, Transcendents, and a large number of God Lords.”

“Currently, we know that three Saint Lords will take action: the Deep Abyss Demon Lord, the Black Golden Saint Lord, and the Blood Bull Saint Lord.”

“In addition, there are about sixty Transcendents. I ask everyone to be prepared for this great battle.”

“In this battle, we are only allowed to win, not to lose!”

In the human army, the Sword Saint Lord’s words were the highest command. No one dared to disobey his orders.

Military orders were as unyielding as mountains, not just empty words.

The Sword Saint Lord then made various arrangements, assigning tasks to each Transcendent.

Such a large-scale war would affect a vast star region, with an impact range possibly reaching several light-years.

Even for Transcendents, it would take time to support each other, so preparations had to be made before the battle, and no position could afford any mistakes.

After the meeting, the Transcendents left to make their arrangements according to the Sword Saint Lord’s instructions.

Even the dozen Transcendents brought by the War Saint Lord were properly arranged by the Sword Saint Lord.

In the legion, large formations continuously operated, channeling the power of the Human Emperor Network. With the help of the Human Emperor Network, the human race’s efficiency was extremely high.

Any order could be transmitted to every soldier’s ear in a very short time.

The conference hall became quiet, with only the Sword Saint Lord, the War Saint Lord, and the woman remaining.

The War Saint Lord’s gaze also fell on the woman, “Fairy Han, your demeanor is indeed extraordinary. No wonder those old fellows can’t help but take a few more glances.”

The woman slightly bowed to the War Saint Lord, “Mo Han greets the War Saint Lord.”

The War Saint Lord laughed heartily, “Fairy Han, no need to be so polite. I have a good relationship with your younger brother. If you don’t mind, just call me elder brother.”

The Sword Saint Lord’s eyes lit up, “Great, then what should you call me?”

The War Saint Lord waved his hand, “Let’s each call our own. Don’t try to take advantage of me.”

The Sword Saint Lord snorted, “If you offer yourself up, naturally I won’t let the opportunity slip.”

The War Saint Lord said, “In any case, I won’t let you take advantage of me!”

Seeing the two Saint Lords bickering like children, Lin Mo Han couldn’t help but smile.

Her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, pleasing to the eye.

The Sword Saint Lord waved his hand, “Enough joking. I haven’t taken Mo Han as a disciple, so you can call me whatever you like.”

The War Saint Lord was stunned, “You didn’t take Fairy Han as a disciple? Why?”

The Sword Saint Lord gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, “I’m not worthy, alright!”

The War Saint Lord was stunned. He never expected the Sword Saint Lord to say such a thing.

No matter how terrifying Lin Mo Han’s talent was, she was still just a God Lord at that time.

A Saint Lord saying he wasn’t worthy to take a God Lord as a disciple was unimaginable.

However, now that Lin Mo Han had become a Transcendent, she could barely be considered a peer.

The Sword Saint Lord didn’t want to dwell on this matter, “Let’s not talk about this. Let’s discuss how to divide the three Saint Lords in the Hundred Race Alliance.”