While Jiang Shang was worrying about his studies, a visitor came to the territory of the God of Plague. Another main god in the doomsday pantheon, his brother, War. Plague was very happy to see his brother¡¯s arrival, and personally arranged a reception dinner for him, and also prepared his favorite war chess game. On the platform in the sky, the two former true gods were enjoying wine and games. On the side, there were also the costumes of attendants and maids. Unlike the down-and-out Pan, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were once the Four Pillar Gods in the Doomsday God System. Even if they lost their main god, they still maintained their strong strength. The exquisite palace, melodious music, bright sunshine, and warm wind blow by, and the aroma of century-old wine spreads far away. There are unknown stories on the murals and sculptures, but in terms of artistic level, they surpass human masters. After all, this is the handiwork of the Plague Lord, the number one artist in the doomsday god system. The chessboard has hills, mountains, and rivers, simulating a real battlefield. In order to increase the fun of the game, under the empty platform is a giant arena. There, each chess piece corresponds to a real creature, either a strong and holy paladin, a twisted and evil demon, a strong and decisive warrior, or a devout and noble priest. They are also fighting, just like the players. String puppets generally fight. When the chess piece moves, they fight, the chess piece stops, and they rest. When its piece is eaten, the corresponding creature will also meet the same ending. "Brother, you still enjoy it so much. I can feel the anger and love of those soldiers for the war. Some of the soldiers are really good. Are you using the opportunity to reincarnate into our family, or the right to live under the sun? Bait, to invite them to participate in our game? "War is a giant wrapped in iron blocks, tall and burly, with black light shining inside the iron block, but it makes people unable to see its face. Listening to the miserable howls and war cries below, enjoying the fun of war, the two war-loving knights used games to relieve their hunger for the real battlefield. ??And Plague, just looking at his appearance, is actually a handsome young man who is as handsome as a scholar. "Recently, the southeast region has encountered natural disasters and plagues. I happen to have the antidote here. It's just a small price that is not worth mentioning." "Plague? Brother, you are not tired of playing this game yet. They are not afraid of arousing public anger. They Fighting with you." "For our doomsday gods who have lost their ancestors, fear is far more useful than respect, and the fear and hatred of the plague will become my strength, so how can I get tired of it?" "Ha, It can¡¯t be said that it¡¯s great to have someone to serve you. All my servants ran away again, and they were targeted by the troublesome night watchmen. I couldn¡¯t rob them, so I had to recruit them again. It was very troublesome after I lost the gravedigger. It is our joint policy to maintain relative peace with humans and prevent the Night Watch from fighting with us. If you send someone to play war games with you, you can go back to the world of Eschiro to find toys or pay a price for the trade. That¡¯s it.¡± Plague¡¯s slender fingers tapped the chessboard, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes as he looked at War. "Ha, brother, I'm just complaining. Besides, without the involvement of the ancestor gods, it would be too difficult to return to the original world. Okay, don't look at me like that, I will take it easy. You can do the same No worse than me." "Even if they all die and start farming again. Brother Zhan, tell me if you have something to say. If you don't focus on this, your chess skills are not up to par. I don't think it's interesting." The giant nodded slightly, and with a wave of water, all the chess pieces turned into powder. In an instant, the creatures below exploded into blood mist one by one, becoming a hell on earth. The pitiful howls of the gladiators were still ringing in his ears, but the war was like hearing the most beautiful music. He crossed the remaining chess pieces and placed a map in front of him. "It's a little game. I put a little cutie on the Indian peninsula. I gave him the blessing of war, but it was still a bit short." "You need my blessing? It's ridiculous. You came here in person for such a thing. "Because, it's very interesting. Don't you think it's interesting? The sudden sound of the war drum, the feeling of flesh and blood, and the sticky, bloody battlefield atmosphere make people feel that I am still alive." The barrier of the void was broken, and the battle situation on the other side was already revealed in front of them. "This, this, this, these three points are all the battlefields I selected. Brother Death chose a point. Unfortunately, Sister Famine said he was not interested and had to come to you." "Those are Asura and Tian. It¡¯s people¡¯s territory, just take over the boundary without saying hello, ?Is it suitable? " Plague smiled. He already knew the real target of the war, but it was not the weak human beings like domestic animals. "Haha, there is nothing to worry about a weak god system that doesn't even have an ancestor god. It's just a test. If they are not strong enough, Just hand over the territory. My agent was already over there and the cutie was horny. ¡± In order to compete for the domination of the world, true gods will have divine wars. In order to compete for more territory and living space between the old gods, so that more people can praise the gods, it will not be so peaceful. In this era, the strong will survive. The death of the weak is not limited to humans, but perhaps the most painful thing is the ordinary people who are involved in the war between gods. The map on the table is clearly an Indian war zone, and the so-called little cutie appears in the picture. , it was a huge monster like a mountain. But Jiang Shang was wandering in the war zone, and Plague nodded, "It just so happens that I have something to do, so let the Rat King go. "(To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)