Chapter 137

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Qin Feng drew in a sharp breath.

This, is the title of [Storm Knight]?

Did he make a mistake?

He remembered that in his past life, the knight title didn't have so many stat bonuses!

However, in his past life, Qin Feng only sought out the weakest few Guardian Knights for his trials.

Could it be that [Storm Knight Duolong Duolong Taoxiaoying] has so many bonuses because he is the founder of the Guardian Knights and the most powerful existence?

That must be why.

That seems to make sense!

After all, the Guardian Knights are the representatives of the Will of the Gods.

They are the existences that have guarded the Continent of Gods for thousands of years.

It is very reasonable.

And the system clearly did not intend to let Qin Feng off.

"World Announcement: Congratulations to player [Lord Lord Yongye (Huaxia Zone)] for successfully accepting the trial of [Storm Knight Duolong Duolong Taoxiaoying] and obtaining the title of [Storm Knight]! Reputation +500,000!"

This world announcement rang out three times in a row!

"Lord Lord Yongye is in the news again?"

"Nonsense, it's normal for Lord Lord Yongye to be in the news; it would be abnormal if he weren't."

"Awesome, I just tried to challenge it in the Guardian Knight interface, but I failed.

I remember that the [Storm Knight] title is ranked first among the Guardian Knight Order titles."

"That goes without saying; Lord Lord Yongye has always been number one. He wouldn't even bother with anything less."

The Ancient Village quintet.

"Should we go and give it a try too?" Hu Ya asked.

"Let's go. We haven't been in the news yet. How can we make a name for ourselves if we don't get in the news?" said Assassin Assassin Qitian.

"Right, although we aren't as good as Guild Master Lord Yongye, we still count as experts." Knight Chen Chen said, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing to never have been in the news? Let's go try the trial now!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go challenge it!"

The plot of the [Undead Scourge] version was still ongoing.

Currently, on the Continent of Gods, apart from the Huaxia Zone which still retained a few major cities and one Imperial Capital,

the other zones only had one Imperial Capital left, struggling to resist.

And this resistance was becoming increasingly weak, as the situation was already so obvious.

More and more players from the Order faction were defecting and joining the Evil faction.

While the situation in the Huaxia Zone was slightly better, it wasn't much better.

Because Qin Feng was currently 'fishing', he hadn't taken the initiative to strike.

And the Imperial Capital was currently surrounded by an army of billions of undead.

Most of the casual players had gathered in the Imperial Capital to participate in the defense.

But they faced the same problem as the other zones: more and more casual players were leaving.

Every day, many players defected and joined the Evil faction.

The Magic Tower.

A dozen or so powerful NPCs gathered together.

Each of them possessed the strength of a God-level powerhouse.

In particular, the Magic Tower had three God-level powerhouses.

One must know that mages have always been the existence that can decide the balance of victory in war.

Having three God-level mages willing to come out of seclusion was a great encouragement to the Order faction.

At this moment, the leaders of forces such as the Knight Society, Priest Society, Shadow Tower, Hunting Alliance, War God Temple, and others gathered.

They all possessed God-level strength.

And they had gathered this time to relieve the siege of the Imperial Capital.

They didn't just come themselves; they also brought most of the elite members cultivated by their forces.

In total, there were over ten thousand people.

One must not underestimate these ten thousand plus people.

These people were all existences with extraordinary talent.

As long as they didn't die young, they would surely be big shots in the future.

"Everyone, the Continent of Gods is on the verge of collapse."

"As the backbone of the Order faction, we must never let the Evil faction run wild."

"Now, my Magic Tower has widely issued 'Hero Invitations', inviting various reclusive experts on the continent to come out of seclusion and gather at the Imperial Capital.

I don't think I need to say much about the importance of the Imperial Capital. Everyone, the human race has reached a life-or-death moment.

Let us join hands to save this disaster."

"Set off for the Imperial Capital!"

Ancient Village.

"Hero Invitation?"

"It's an invitation sent by that old monster from the Magic Tower. He wants us few reclusive old guys to come out of seclusion.

Then gather at the Imperial Capital to resolve this disaster that threatens the entire human race. What do you think?"

"What do I think? The invasion of the Netherworld is an act of lawlessness; they deserve to die!"

"So that means we're going?"

"Of course."

"Alright then, let's go now. I never thought I'd appear in the Imperial Capital again after a hundred years."

"Indeed, a hundred years ago we were all young, ignorant lads. We caused quite a lot of trouble in the Imperial Capital back then."

"Let's not talk about that anymore; we are all people about to be buried now."

In a certain nameless mountain Spell Range with beautiful scenery.

A few figures sat cross-legged in the hazy mountain mist.

"Your cultivation for today ends here, you juniors. Go back and pack your bags."

Among those figures, an aged voice sounded.

"Grandpa, why are we packing our bags?"

"Grandpas are taking you juniors to the Imperial Capital."

"Imperial Capital? Which village is the Imperial Capital?"

"Silly child, the Imperial Capital is not a village; it is a large city."

"How big is it? Is it bigger than our Stone Village? Why do we have to go there?"

"It's bigger than our Stone Village. As for why we have to go... you'll know when you grow up."

For a time, winds and clouds surged in various wild mountain gullies across the Continent of Gods.

Those reclusive God-level powerhouses and experts from all walks of life received the invitation from the Magic Tower.

Very few refused; basically everyone who received the invitation intended to go.

Because there was one sentence on that invitation.

"Do you still remember the Beast Race that dominated the continent thousands of years ago?"

"Do you still want the human race to return to that painful dark age?"

"Come back, come out. Our old bones can still fight one more time for the young ones!"

"Otherwise, after the human race loses power, how will your descendants and disciples fare?"

Such a large-scale emergence of reclusive experts had never happened before in human history.