What determines success or failure is not just the one who wins success, but also the one who avoids mistakes.

In Wang He's plan, players only need to act in an orderly manner at the pace he and the ghosts discussed in advance, and there is a high probability of success.

Wang He's knowledge and wisdom are naturally incomparable to those who have lived through countless years.

What he thought of was that the ghosts of the system, and the Void Organization, could not have considered it.

Even under the same knowledge conditions, they may think more, broader and more comprehensively than Wang He.

However, if Wang He's own subjective approach is mixed with it and he personally is included in the plan, it may exceed expectations.

And Wang He happened to do that.

You will never be the master of the fate of others.

Even your own destiny cannot be dominated.

However, no matter what situation you are in, you still have the right to choose for the next step of your destiny.

It's like a torrent of fate, a flower flies out of the water and has its own splash, at least consciously, you can choose and change your established flow direction.

This is exactly at this moment, Wang He’s new understanding of the law of fate, and the same view held by the managers of fate.

It brought the dawn of hope to Wang He.

Near the White Flame, players followed the system and Wang He's instructions and began a craze like "marching".

The information he deliberately spreads out through the system has also caused countries in the real world to be hooked.

They began to show their unique power.

A large number of void reserve equipment was invested, and a large number of people were absorbed and involved in this crisis without restrictions.

People are constantly participating in this great process of changing the world as players.

Anyone has the opportunity to become a rewriter of history.

And those gods and ancient existences who discovered a hint of clue and went to the temple to explore could only watch all this happen.

There is not a land without a border, but a place of division of another special law.

Its solidity and protection without any omissions make them stop.

After observing them outside, they found:

On one side, there are powerful devils above their level.

On one side, there are weak players who are less powerful than their power.

This polarized contrast is in conflict in an unequal way, and is repeatedly staged a ridiculous but unpleasant, opposing drama.

Then, when the average number of deaths among players reached about 25 times, the situation was the first to usher in a change.

Who has taken action in the dark?

And what it brings is a legion that is completely different from the unorganized wanderers of the players.

Moreover, it is a super large-scale army of undead, as if it was endless.

A gray mist door suddenly opened near the temple at the resurrection point of the players.

Deep and unable to see clearly the door inside, countless low-level undead people walked out.

Skeletons, zombies, etc. began to crowd into the Imprint City that connects all walks of life.

They that constitute the legion have no life. They themselves have entered death.

Thousands of them, like tides, suddenly selected them in this reality and appeared on this battlefield, seemingly having a special meaning.

Who is behind the scenes? It doesn't matter.

Because, a huge red light has descended from the sky.

It is like a pillar of lightning that supports the heaven and earth, falling, impacting, spreading!

In an instant, with the Glade of Gray Mist as the center, the lightning swept away all the undead legions that looked like mountains and seas.

No mercy.

And all of this is just a devil's random law attack.

Unlike its seemingly evil race, it contains a different kind of divine power.

The destruction of the Undead Legion thus only takes a short moment.

However, the more death aura brought by those dead people was destroyed by the laws contained in the special light of light.

All conspiracies are meaningless in the face of the vast power of the divine power of light.

All darkness will be wiped out.

Light brings everything, purifies everything, covers everything.

Purify this site with ordinary spells, so that those conspiracies that use the breath of death will be eliminated invisibly.

The true body of the devil, the manager of light, began to show its sharpness.

Wang He did not reveal too many accidents when he observed the large screen projection of the system panel.

Because one of his goals has been achieved.

While the players were still rushing to die one after another, he created a false image:

The void is constantly creating death.

They need death, and it seems to be trying to challenge the powerful unknown devil with the law of death.

Therefore, those with common interests and common ideas began to cooperate.

The Immortal Legion was one of them who was influenced by this intelligence and was the first to initiate the signal of assistance.

Just like an orderly domino, the last one is destined to be triggered at the moment when the first one is pushed.

The so-called order is the rules that must be followed by attached to others.

Wang He, sit and watch all this happen in an orderly manner.

His waiting soon came to fruition.

Because, the low-level undead races are just a consuming low-level resource in the eyes of those evil gods and undead races that manage various planes.

For the multiverse and their own crisis, it is a strategic product that is so cheap that it cannot be cheaper.

A special war of attrition began.

In all directions, the Gate of Gray Mist, and the Undead Summoning Techniques are all similar techniques, constantly unfolding. The subjects that cast them are also different.

But they are all hidden in the dark.

The devil's enemies, over time, have changed from single to majority, and are increasing continuously.

The breath of death permeates the battlefield.

Thunder falls, still.

But its generation speed alone is far less than the arrival and destruction of the undead legions in all directions.

The order for the devil began to collapse.

Chaos kicked off the prelude.

The manager of Light did not change his voice, and while being alert to the threatening object, he took time to start his tricks.

He opened his palms and looked upwards.

A tiny particle of light suddenly appeared on it.

And this glorious particle instantly rose to a high altitude when he made his move, and it was like a cell suddenly expanding into a giant elephant, turning into a sphere, shining endless light.

For a time, it was countless times more dazzling than the sun, without blind spots, completely covering all existence.

What remains is a white world.

Then, in this realm, it instantly found and bound the existence who took the lead in summoning the Grey Mist Gate.

However, the moment it caught the other person, the other person became a wooden substitute doll.

In an instant, b opens.

Among them, there seems to be a sharp weapon hidden.

The seamless world of light was thus broken into a small mouth and dyed with other colors.

A middle-aged male voice sounded:

"It's worthy of being a player, or as always, I love range attacks. But you don't use power tools, you are not qualified to create your world here."

Sound boom, sudden sound.

The white world was cut off directly from the sky, and a black line broke it.
Chapter completed!