Chapter 2534 Gathering of All Races 2

The newcomer was nearly three and a half meters tall, with a human-like skeleton, but his back and waist resembled those of a straightened wild beast.

The wolf has a large skull, prominent cheekbones, thin and taut lips, and a row of serrated fangs that reflect light inside its lips.

This is the Fangwolf Clan, the fourth generation of the Yak people. Their defining characteristic is that they have human bodies but also possess wild beast-like features.

The Fang Wolf Clan once appeared in mythology and is the prototype of Anubis, the god of death.

The one who appeared was a knight-level powerhouse among the Fang Wolf Clan.

Several Fang Wolf warriors behind him caught up a beat later, their toenails digging into the cracks in the rocks, leaving thin white scratches.

He carried a double-edged bone halberd on his back, his gaze like a green light in the cold night: "My name is Su Nian."

He sniffed the air, his nostrils flared slightly, and a mocking sneer appeared through his cold teeth.

He looked down contemptuously at all six generations of humanity, "So-called negotiations are meaningless! You modern human representatives here, shed your blood now. Let all races rise up, surround and annihilate us, and save time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air on the stone platform seemed to suddenly thin out.

Several defense representatives in the human seat instinctively placed their hands on their weapons, their eyes suddenly blazing with fighting spirit!

Benjamin Morgan stood up first.

He tried to lower his voice and said in a deep voice, "Lord Su Nian of the Fang Wolf Clan, I do not recommend that you do this! We, the Six Generations, are not without teeth. If we really fight to the death, this place will immediately become a graveyard. You will not benefit from it either."

Su Nian's wolfish lips curled up, revealing more teeth: "The threat of a spineless person tastes more like a plea. What you call teeth are mostly toys propped up by iron and gunpowder."

"Toy?"

King Arthur raised an eyebrow, placed his hand on his sword, and his voice deepened.

"You can try to see if the King of Britannia's 'toy' can break your bones!"

Saladin spoke up, but his tone was calmer: "Think carefully. Today you kill someone at this table, tomorrow you might be counting how many heads are missing from the altar of your own tribe."

"You can save these words for the funeral."

The creature, driven by a long-cherished desire, drew ever closer to the human seat, its claws making a "tap, tap" sound on the stone.

"I never reason with inferior civilizations."

A multi-jointed hand extends from the side, its fingers covered with thick calluses.

The representative of the Thousand Hands Clan stood up. He had six arms, one pair on his chest, one pair on his shoulders, and one pair on his back, and his posture resembled that of a tree with deep roots.

"I come from the 51st Abyss of Colombia. If we can avoid war, we should try to prevent it from breaking out."

His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a steady strength.

“We have seen genocide before, but genocide never brings order, but rather greater bloodshed. If blood is spilled on the stone platform today, the entire continent will have to pay with ten times the amount of blood tomorrow.”

Su Nian's nose twitched, and her gaze lingered on the six-armed alien for a moment.

"The Thousand-Handed Clan, artisans who crawled out of the abyss. You help modern people build trenches and patch things up, and they call you friends?"

He scoffed, "If you give your claws to someone, will they ever come back?"

The Thousand Hands Clan representative remained calm: "What we provide first are the rules, not the claws."

"rule?"

Heavy footsteps approached from the other side, like a hammer striking a drumhead.

Gu Shan of the Ironclad Clan stood up, his back armor shifting section by section, the iron plates rubbing together to create tiny sparks.

His voice, like a rolling stone, came from within his thick armor: "Six generations have already been eliminated by the Creator. You have no right to bargain here. Wipe them out as soon as possible to make room for the seventh generation. That's the rule."

"Who gave you these rules?"

Cardinal Arnold Oleb, the Death Knight of the Papacy, gently pressed down on the flaming holy sword, causing the flames to shrink to a finger's width, becoming more solid and more dangerous.

"If God wants to eliminate someone, He will do it Himself. It's not up to the blacksmith to put on a tortoise shell and do it for him!"

Gu Shan's helmet tilted slightly, and a dark light flickered deep within his eyes: "Your God will perish with you!"

Morana raised her eyes slightly, a thin layer of frost spreading and receding from her fingertips. She didn't like to talk, but she was extremely warlike.

If a fight really breaks out, she will strike immediately and use a deadly move!

With an ability index of 45000, she is already a Tier 1 being in the human realm.

Of course, above all of them, there is a T0.

The Celestial Clan representative then spoke—strictly speaking, it wasn't a sound, but rather a series of "vibrations" created by someone pressing the air.

It automatically pairs into semantics in the cochlea of ​​every creature, cold and hollow: "We shouldn't waste our time here. The elimination of six generations is already destined. Ninety-nine percent will be wiped out. It was like this in the past, and it's the same for us. Because you are no longer the masters of this era."

After the "sound" faded, a thin white line immediately appeared on the sea surface, stretching from south to north, as if someone had gently cut the water.

"Destined?"

Morgan sneered, "You all tell your histories like they're divine decrees. If it's predetermined, why fight with knives? Just read it aloud."

Su Nian scoffed: "Because the knife is faster."

"Fast does not equal right."

Saladin placed his hands back on the table, his fingers slowly clenching together. "You think we'll just hide? We have cannons, ships, and experience fighting against all races and surviving—and we have the determination to make you understand the price."

An elder of the Skywing Clan flicked his crest, revealing a narrow pupil, a mocking glint in his eyes: "Experience? Your little battles on the ground are not even as good as our fledglings' dive training."

"Baby bird?"

King Arthur's smile grew even colder. "Then don't let your elders lose face."

A few branches of the World Tree Clan drooped down, their faces pieced together between the leaves carrying a gentle compassion: "Nature never discusses spring with withered branches. If six generations are willing, they can retreat into the soil, and perhaps sprout again in another form next year."

At the edge of the Ocean of Milk, one of the three-headed beings slowly opened its eyes, its voice like the rolling drumbeats from the bottom of the water: "Be more restrained in one another. We are observing all things, not judging them. Those who think they have 'destiny' in their hands often judge themselves too soon."

Indra then raised his hand slightly and smiled gently:

"In the end, the table hasn't been overturned yet. Gentlemen, if you make killing your first greeting today, we Bharatas will have to adjust our position—we prefer trade, we prefer order, and we prefer a future where we can all live."

Su Nian turned her gaze to Di Shitian: "In the future where we can survive, we don't need so many mouths to feed."

"Then whose hand should make the judgment?"

Saladin immediately retorted, "Your hand, or whose hand? Do you think that by cutting down humans, no one will use you as firewood tomorrow?"

Gu Shan of the Ironclad Clan slowly withdrew half a step and said in a deep voice, "The strong prey on the weak. The sixth generation is the weakest, so of course it will be the first race to be eliminated."