Chapter 1010: One Person's Bloody Battle

"Godfather, your health...!" Zhao Yin looked at the Book King worriedly.

"It doesn't matter!"

The Book King waved his hand and said, "Tell me, what's the situation? Why are you asking me for help?"

Zhao Yin briefly narrated the incident.

The more the king listened, the more frightened he became.

His usually calm expression also showed signs of movement.

"Thirty thousand SS-level evolvers, four hundred SSS-level angels?"

After getting Zhao Yin's confirmation, he had to face his adopted son.

Even if it is an intermediate extraordinary civilization with a powerful person, if it encounters such a powerful enemy, even if it uses all the power of the world, it will probably die!

As for Earth, it has only been a little over a year since God’s grace came to us…

This adopted son is hiding a big secret!

Soon, Zhao Yin mentioned the words that the angel leader said before his death.

"It seems that the angel leader is not talking nonsense. The four-winged angel may really come." Zhao Yin stated his conclusion.

The writer king's brows were furrowed.

The four-winged angel was stronger than an ordinary demigod.

If he was in his prime, he might not be afraid, but now, with injuries on top of injuries...

"Godfather, your health is more important. There is no need to risk your life here. I have a life space and I can confidently take everyone with me and run away."

Zhao Yin mentioned the idea of ​​running away again, and the writer king glared at him fiercely.

"In my entire life, I have never fled without a fight. Zhao Yinguai'er, as the leader of a world, all you want is to run away?"

There was a sense of disappointment in his tone.

Zhao Yin lowered his head, feeling that his adoptive father's words were very hypocritical.

Back in the dream world, didn’t you run faster than anyone else?

Of course, Zhao Yin didn't dare to say these words out loud.

He also understood that if he left the Earth today, it would be extremely difficult to get it back in the future.

Moreover, in the entire Daxia, he can only take away those people in Guangzhou City. What about the others?

They were scattered all over the place, and it was impossible for Zhao Yin to find and take them away one by one.

They will all become slaves of alien races, provide faith for the angels, and become blood food, generation after generation...

Zhao Yin didn't dare to think about the despair in the darkness.

"The human race has been able to survive until now not by running away, but by the hundreds of millions of people of our race, united as one, shedding their blood on the battlefield of all races!"

The writer king straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, and exuded the great majesty of a human king.

"Angel Clan, your will to destroy our human race is still alive. Even if you are a top clan, the human race has been able to survive until now, not just because you are begging for mercy!"

"This world is the hometown of my adopted son. If I cannot even protect this world, how can I, the writer, be worthy of being called a king?"

At this moment, a sense of fighting spirit arose in the Book King.

This fighting spirit is as high as the sky and as deep as the sea.

The old man's figure stood there, half a head shorter than Zhao Yin, but his aura was as vast as the world.

At this moment, Zhao Yin's heart was shaking wildly, and a surge of hot blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Father..."

The Book King raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and then said: "Put everything you want to take away into the life space, leave temporarily, and come back after a while!"

"you want……?"

"Leave the rest to me. If I win, I will return your hometown to you. If I die, you will..."

The Book King turned around, his old eyes suddenly became kind: "You will join the Ninth Battlefield to protect hundreds of millions of people!"

Zhao Yin looked at the old man and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

At this moment, inexplicably, the old man in front of him gave him a fatherly feeling.

Only when his father was still alive would he block everything for him and leave the safety behind to him, Zhao Yin.

He just called the old man his godfather, but he never expected that this old man who had lived for a million years would be willing to risk his life for him.

"Zhao Yin, remember, you are also a member of our human race. When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

"There are treacherous people among the billions of human beings, but you can't lose faith in your ancestors because of this. Not everyone is like this. Most are like you and me!"

"Hundreds of millions of human races all have the same ancestor, and the same blood flows through their bodies."

"Zhao Yin, I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you can think it through."

"I hope that I today will be you tomorrow!"

The old man said, and walked forward.

Zhao Yin was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

The words of the writer king echoed in his heart, indelible, impossible to ignore.

"Boss!" Lu Ling's voice sounded behind him.

"Put away the Sky Barrier Pearl and get everyone to assemble." Zhao Yin said.

Gwangju City no longer needed defense at this time. What it needed was a bloody battle.

The old man fought a bloody battle alone.

Soon, the light curtain in the sky disappeared, and endless wind and snow descended on Gwangju City again.

Nearly ten million people in the city poured into the inner city square.

Zhao Yin put them all into the second life space in batches.

Soon, the only ones left in the entire city were the Book King and Zhao Yin.

The old man had already sat down under the statue of the beast god.

There was no comfortable, soft sofa, so he swept a piece of bluestone floor and sat down cross-legged.

Let the wind and snow fall on that head of white hair.

The old man took out a purple crystal.

SSS-level extraordinary amethyst!

He took it very seriously and clenched his hands tightly, as if he was afraid of bumping into anything.

Then the old man carefully absorbed the energy in the purple crystal, and the injuries in his body recovered extremely slowly.

Zhao Yin walked over.

"Why aren't you leaving?" the old man urged.

"Godfather, there is a place to live here." Zhao Yin pointed to the Beast God Hall on the side.

Lu Ling and others took away only important supplies; the furniture in the Beast God Hall was still there.

The old man shook his head: "I like the wind and snow."

Zhao Yin flipped his hand and took out a thousand bottles of large blue snake gallbladder and his only bottle of... SSS-level healing potion!

"Father!"

The old man's eyes changed slightly, and he smiled kindly: "Respect me!"

As a king, he holds a high position and great power, but high-level healing potions have always been in short supply in the Ninth Battlefield.

Even he doesn't have an unlimited supply.

The King of Books first fought against Emma and was deliberately injured just to give an explanation to the Contract of All Races.

Later, he fought against the God of Corruption and narrowly escaped death, but was saved by Zhao Yin.

His injuries had not yet healed, and he sniped the nine demigods of the Wood Clan again, adding insult to injury...

There are not many treatment drugs left.

Although for him, even if it is an SSS-level healing potion, the healing effect is not that great, but it is better than nothing.

Zhao Yin thought of something and took out all the types of extraordinary wine, ten barrels of each.

Then, he took out the three pieces of SS-level extraordinary food, crab roe buns.

As for the snake gall jam, its effect was not as good as the SSS-level healing potion, so Zhao Yin did not take it out.

Finally, Zhao Yin was even more ruthless and took out his most precious treasure, the King-level Potential Pill.

All of them were piled in front of the writer, the king.

The Book King saw him taking out items one by one, and each one was an extremely rare treasure.

The old man's eyes became more kind.