"We don't care about that bit of luck. Martial arts are unique to me, with the core of pure will, and luck is such an illusory foreign thing. I get my luck and lose my life." Huang Wuji said indifferently.
Unlike people who like to learn by analogy and spend a lot of time also practicing other paths, he is a very traditional and dedicated practitioner.
Apart from martial arts, he almost never cares about other paths, and belongs to the kind of ascetic monk who is immersed in his own world.
So after giving Ramdo a blank look, the two of them hid in the gap of the space layer to fight again, disappearing into the battlefield like passers-by.
Covering the entire starry sky, the mixed silver and red brilliance of will gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the two fighters, leaving only a large group of ordinary monks who were still deeply shocked by this power.
"That's what a man is born to do."
Somewhere in the space battlefield, a low-level mercenary in power armor said enviously towards the direction where the light disappeared.
"One day, I will climb to his place!"
The companion next to him sighed quietly.
The two martial arts monks did not hide their desire for such power at all.
After all, Huang Wuji and Olga are both representatives of the pinnacle of the Federation's martial arts journey. As long as they are martial arts practitioners, there is no one who does not know them.
"..."
"This Huaya guy is really out of his mind. He is not interested in luck and why is he showing up on the battlefield..." After he left, Ramdo commented on Huang Wuji like this.
"What's the age... return to Huaya." Huo Lin couldn't help but sneered after hearing this.
Compared with the cultural integration of the middle and lower classes that has lasted for several generations, only a hundred years, for the high-level monks with long-term vision, it is just a period of life that is not too long.
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In the major civilizations on the earth, the people at the bottom were forced to promote the use of the federal language, and after living together for several generations, the barriers between civilizations have weakened a lot.
This is also due to one of the most important decisions made by the Federation at the time - breaking up and rearranging the residences of all people, instead of directly transplanting the clear-cut arrangement of the earth.
Cultural barriers often come from prejudice and ignorance. When foreigners who were demonized and stigmatized in the past become our neighbors, many past prejudices will be self-defeating.
After more than a hundred years of running-in, the concept of foreign races in the minds of ordinary people has faded a lot, especially the new generation after the establishment of the Federation. They have completely become accustomed to the society where multiple human races live together.
But senior monks are different.
Especially those "old antiques".
In the age of the earth, several major civilizations are still opposed to them who have become famous in those years. Whether it is aesthetics or other things, the concept of alien race is deeply ingrained in their minds.
Although the immortals can be ever-changing, they still have the existence of "beauty" that they think is "beautiful", and this concept of "beauty" is often related to their background.
Like Ramdo, his Kingdom of God was destroyed by the Huaya Federation back then. It would be impossible to expect him to treat the Huaya people as his own race.
More than a hundred years is not enough to change the mind of a true immortal. After all, if you are an ordinary person, most of them who have witnessed the autumn of Linghe but have not embarked on the path of cultivation, most of the graves are three feet tall. Taller.
After the short-lived old stubbornness dies, these long-lived old stubbornness are left.
A small number of immortal and stubborn people, their persistence prevented the federation from being truly integrated.
…
Kirkov is also a person of that era, but he didn't care much about race before, and he doesn't care much now.
Moreover, he was arrested and sent to Baizhidadi to work as a coolie for several years, and then he escaped with enough ransom money.
This has always been a history he didn't want to mention, and very few people in the federation know about it.
"You guys also picked a good time." Ramdo said without caring about Huo Lin's sarcasm.
"A total of four true immortals went to cross the tribulation."
Kirkov chose the timing of his attack well. There are a total of thirty true immortals in the federation, and four of them went to the ferry to return to robbery, so they couldn't participate in this battle of luck.
The time required to go through a reincarnation calamity can be as short as ten or eight years, and it can be as long as a cloud calamity, directly evaporating from the world for fifty or sixty years, and what's more, it may die in another world without hearing from it for a hundred years.
What Kirkov picked was the time when most of the true immortals in the Ramdor camp went to other planes to survive the catastrophe.
Originally, the ratio of true immortals in the two camps was four to six. As a result, while the Kirkov camp lost one person, the Ramdo camp directly lost three people, which forced it back to three to three.
In addition to the two camps, some relatively neutral immortals hold some precious coordinates of the civilization space layer in their hands, and concentrate on developing the different world.
For them, what system is in place, who will be the emperor, who will be the speaker, and even whether the federation still exists are all floating clouds. They only care about one-third of an acre of land in their leader ship and concentrate on harvesting leeks from other worlds on weekdays.
Don't care about human affairs.
…
"I think the names of monks need to be unified."
"speaker…"
"From now on, we are alchemists, alchemist civilization." Kirkov said firmly.
"It seems that you also understand." Seeing Kirkov's reaction, Ramdo smiled knowingly, "Then I can't let it go."
"You can't eat the whole cake by yourself." Kirkov was a little dissatisfied.
Looking at the two people who were playing charades with each other, the immortals present seemed to understand what was going on, only Mira, who relied on the pendant to watch from a distance, looked bewildered.
At this time, all the battles died down like pressing the pause button, and the fighters belonging to the Ramdo camp and the fireworks camp confronted each other.
"Boss, do you know what they are doing? It's changing the name of the country, and naming the civilization..."
"Luck. They are redefining the federation, or the future of the empire, by way of naming, so as to share the luck from the federation."
"Is there really such a thing as luck..." Mira and Sera listened and stared suspiciously at the picture provided by the pendant.
"Even if it is true, can you grab your luck just by changing your name?"
This time the pendant didn't answer.
"Ramdo." The Green Witch King suddenly said as if he was a different person, "Our battle ends here."
"Have you regained the initiative?" Ramdo asked.
"Finally suppressed those two lingering guys for the time being."
The personality composition of the Green Witch King is relatively complicated.
First of all, it is a tree demon, and when it opened the bloodline memory, it was polluted by the bloodline memory, gained a lot of valuable experience, and also gained a hatred that did not belong to itself.