I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms-Chapter 445 - 362: What is... Burial of the Underworld!_2

There was an air wall in the middle that split the heavens and the earth into two halves.

There was a blinding countdown on the air wall.

「00:14:59」.

The meaning was simple and clear, when the countdown ended, the air wall would disappear, and the great battle would begin!

It was exactly the same as the first War of Civilizations.

And when both civilizations landed, they nearly all did the same thing, which was ordering those with lower Combat Power to quickly retreat to the rear while those with higher Combat Power stood at the forefront, ready to face the first wave of ferocious attacks.

In the battle of top-level players, these low-Combat Power players wouldn’t be of much use, on the contrary, they would become cannon fodder, dying in vain. For a civilization to develop sustainably, a sufficient population was fundamental.

Otherwise, with hardly any people left, how could civilization advance?

...

"Damn it!"

Hungry Monkey took a deep breath, stretched on the spot, looked at the Zhukai Civilization players behind the air wall who were grinning and itching for a fight, and said with a trembling voice, "Even though this is my second time participating in such a grand civilization battle, I don’t know why, this time feels particularly tense."

"My palms are sweating."

"Shit!"

"Normal."

Yuan Buping casually said with his hands in his pockets, "After all, you used to be just a supporting role, needing only to follow behind Miao and shout 666, you had no pressure at all. But this time it’s different, you’re taking the stage as a protagonist."

"Whether the Blue Star Civilization can continue or not, you have a direct and strong correlation with it."

"Your ancestors probably didn’t know that one day, the task of saving the world, which sounds utterly unrealistic, would fall on you."

"Not bad."

"Hey?" Hungry Monkey turned his head towards Yuan Buping, "Why aren’t you nervous?"

"Why should I be nervous? The outcome of this battle has nothing to do with me. Why would I feel nervous? It’s like you going all-in at the casino while I’m just a bystander. Even if I wanted to feel anxious, I couldn’t."

"But if I lose, you’ll die too."

"Yeah, but whether you lose or not, I can’t control it."

Just then—

"Roar!!!"

The top-level players of the Zhukai Civilization who were at the forefront had already impatiently burst out laughing and roaring; although the air wall blocked most of the noise, it was still not very clear what they were saying.

But there were still some mocking roars that could be faintly heard.

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"Without Chen Miao, you Blue Star are nothing but dogshit!"

"Prepare to die, losers!"

"Cowards deserve to be brutally slaughtered!!"

"Hahaha, tremble in despair!!"

"So annoying."

Hungry Monkey’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression darkened as he looked at those people behind the air wall, "Although I’m not sure how much combat power the strongest player of their civilization has, I must say, they have successfully angered me."

"Perhaps they should know that it’s not a wise choice to anger the enemy before the final battle."

"That would cause the enemy to unleash their full strength."

Elder Bai, who was standing to the side, didn’t speak. He squatted down, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one to his lips, and, as he played with ants on the ground, appeared lost in thought. After a while, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Getting old, one starts to long for home."

Last time, in the S-rank secret realm, he had also won first place once. That event had been a competition of acting skills, and his were the best. He could convincingly portray any profession, but not because he had been an actor.

It was because he had absorbed a large number of memories from other players; at that time, he was practically a walking Memory Palace.

By absorbing these players’ memories, he had experienced countless lives for himself.

There were arrogant and domineering rich second generations.

There were hardworking farmers who ended up sick and bedridden.

There were adventurers with a strong spirit of risk, who got seriously injured in the secret realms, and so on.

And so on.

Of course, whether it was the bedridden farmer or the heavily injured adventurer, they all eventually died at the hands of Chen Miao, and it was Chen Miao who sent them on their final journey.

And he, from multiple perspectives, had felt what it was like to face an attack from Chen Miao, a feeling of utter terror and despair.

He was the only one who had experienced this feeling and still lived to tell the tale.

This was also why he had so much respect for Chen Miao; only he knew Chen Miao’s true strength because, after all, he had been killed by Chen Miao billions of times.

In every different life story, there was a recurring theme.

That was, most people’s lives were marked by tragedy, but most didn’t fall into despair because of it. Instead, the small happiness that came once in a long while made them feel that life was worth living.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but be moved, thinking that humans are incredibly resilient creatures.

Even if you humiliate them for a whole year, leave them hungry and inadequately clothed, but just give them a glimmer of hope, and they would genuinely feel happy.

Having experienced so many lives,

he became more and more content with the life of a Tomb Guardian. In his eyes, Hungry Monkey and the others were not his juniors, but his family. Indeed, he admitted that these people didn’t quite treat him with the respect due to an elder.

They would swear at him.

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Hungry Monkey would even forcibly drag him along, wanting to share with him the pleasures of Vixen.

Indeed, Hungry Monkey and the others were not perfect; they had more flaws than the stars in the sky. To describe them with the word "good" would be to desecrate it.

Indeed...

Indeed, many indeed.