Those time travelers that year

In response, the frost giants brandished their crude but absolutely powerful weapons, capable of killing any normal human, and swarmed towards the humans they saw as weak and cowardly.

The Frost Giant compared its size and its numbers, and felt it had a significant advantage, so it launched a basic attack.

With a thud, a frost giant was kicked over by a single foot. The kick, reminiscent of AC Milan's style, cracked the giant's skull, leaving it caved in, and the giant died of a concussion. Then, Tony casually picked up the rudimentary weapon the dead frost giant had fallen to the ground—a huge wooden stick made from some unknown tree.

Then, seeing the frost giants surging towards him with murderous intent, Tony swung his wooden club horizontally. A thread appeared in mid-air, and then a thin thread suddenly appeared on the bodies of all the frost giants that had surged forward. The next moment, all the frost giants were cut in half at the waist by this attack.

Tony tossed aside the slightly awkward wooden stick in his hand, completely ignoring the frost giants' severed corpses scattered on the ground, seemingly oblivious to the inappropriateness of standing amidst such carnage. Back in the Bloodbath, that was a true mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Anyway, the husky didn't seem to care. He scratched his hair and muttered, "Oh dear, I forgot to leave one person behind to ask for directions..."

He then put the possibility of getting lost out of his mind, looked up at the gloomy sky and the constantly falling snowflakes, and then randomly chose a direction and started running around happily.

Strangely enough, despite not knowing the way and not knowing any navigation spells, Tony was now heading in the exact direction that the army formed by the electorate and the frost giants gathered by Oryr were preparing to fight.

643. Humans want to play!

First, we need to discuss a question: do the gods among the raging gods possess intelligence? Logically speaking, any being that reaches the level of a god, even if it's a pig, would be a divine pig.

So no matter how intellectually deficient someone is, once they reach the divine level, with the blessing of divine status, they should be able to surpass ⑨, right?

This means that gods, even the raging gods and the orc gods, must possess intelligence. Although their common leader is suspected to be a muscle-bound individual, the fact that Talos has remained at large for so long without anyone guessing his true identity suggests that the raging gods are not unintelligent.

But why would this goddess of winter, Euryl, who descended upon the material world, be so confident as to have the naive idea of ​​gathering all the frost giants she could to form a massive army to sweep across the Northlands and march on Neverwinter?

Although this person's combat power is clearly not at the level of a weak god, he is currently only a saint, yet he is so confident that he believes he can defeat the siege of those legendary big shots.

Regardless, after this commotion, although the big shots of the entire material world learned that the Goddess of Winter was about to descend and prepare for another big news event, it also brought wave after wave of fame (faith) to this goddess, giving her a huge boost on the homepage, allowing her to freely despise a certain dog.

But this put the Harpists on high alert. The artifact originally intended to detonate against Voban was redirected to target Oryl. This time, the Harpists' 'agents' were determined to go all out, to cleanse the goddess of winter and utterly destroy this evil deity.

This resulted in a truly impressive war lineup. Several powerful chosen ones began to assemble, and the human nobles who sensed the danger of Euryl finally put aside their endless bickering and contributed their strength and money. Elite soldiers were dispatched to prepare to fight against evil. Then, these ingrates started arguing again about who should be the commander of the allied forces.

Those chosen people with powerful divine abilities as commanders? Don't be ridiculous. Wouldn't that put divine authority above royal authority? Although the monarchy in this world is a joke, it's a matter of principle for the aristocratic class that absolutely cannot be changed.

In particular, does that Silvermoon City paper-mounter want to become the commander-in-chief of the allied forces?

No way! Otherwise, if this scheming bitch had the chance to use her connections to create the Northern Alliance, which later became the Northern Federation and then evolved into the Silver Moon Kingdom, would we, the descendants of the 'Great Pioneers,' be expected to grovel before that paper-thin queen?!

And so the usual bickering began once again. This time, even when faced with the oppressive attitude of a few voters, these nobles resolutely said no.

These guys, in particular, are incredibly clever. They all carry enough anti-magic jewelry or equipment to resist all forms of mental interference, and they've secretly joined forces to shamelessly veto Silvermoon City's leadership.

After the proposal was rejected, they started fighting amongst themselves again over the leadership.

This scene greatly disappointed the few remaining followers of Amannata. These passionate righteous individuals had traveled a long way to fight evil, only to face rejection from their peers (almost everyone knew that a division had arisen among the gods, with three deities angrily calling for the return of power to mortals).

Although these lords and nobles welcomed them with great enthusiasm (their positions dictated their perspectives), it seems that they are using them more to counterbalance the followers of other gods than to strive for a genuine cause.

Disappointed, these young people, inspired by the Crimson Dawn, secretly lamented that the lords and nobles were indeed useless scum. Even at a time like this, they still wanted to fight for power and profit… In this situation, these guys chose to leave the group, not wanting to deal with these bastards caught in the vortex of power struggles, but instead to do their best to help the innocent civilians who hadn't yet evacuated and were suspected of being trapped in the frost giant-ravaged area.

After Amannata's underlings left with the mules, the lords and nobles, finally coming to their senses, were surprised to find that the people they had used to keep in check on the voters had left in disappointment, and they were now forced to face the voters' renewed pressure.

Finally, after a series of characteristic steps—including empty talk, wrangling, compromises, concessions, exchanges of benefits, verbal agreements, political struggles, covert alliances, backstabbing, handshakes, joint speeches, and further meetings with arguments—these guys finally made their choice.

—It's fine for leaders to give orders to voters. But leaders are leaders, and if war breaks out, the participating nobles have the right to veto and disobey unreasonable orders.

Simply put, everyone is roughly in the same group, but if you look at the details, they each do their own thing. The leader only outlines a general direction.

In a sense, if the monkeys planned to clear the top, then Amannata, Ilmat, and Hall's plan to clear the bottom was something they couldn't avoid.

When the Zerg from the Endless Abyss actually fought their way to number one in the battle royale game, it was a complete disaster for the material world's abysmal efficiency and development.

Leaving aside the Zegs, who are using cheat codes to an extreme degree, Protoss in the Astral Plane has already started building crystal towers and portals everywhere, and has begun to combine the [Psionic Crystals] with the original Astral ships to create new warships with greater power, size, and combat strength.

Some entirely new ideas have already emerged – some Protoss researchers believe that instead of placing crystal towers on spaceships, it would be better to directly emulate the Netheril Empire and create powerful floating cities.

Driven by this idea, these guys created a new, powerful psionic crystal, which they named the "Khaydarin Crystal," and began using it as the core to build massive warships or cities!

Compared to the development of psionic creations capable of tearing through time and space, the material world is lagging behind by countless centuries—the future of humanity is worrisome!

In this era where everyone is ruthless and uses cheat codes, the so-called gods have truly fallen behind the times, and the systems influenced by them are even more outdated.

Zerg - All regular units (cannon fodder) are unlocked at Tier 3 technology. All that's left is to use basic attacks to wipe out the demon lords, fight your way out of the endless abyss, and unlock the final restrictions, such as Leviathan and Behemoth.

Protoss—the [Khaydarin Crystal]—was born, marking the initial formation of the Golden Fleet. Although many basic units were still undeveloped, putting it far behind the Zerg, it now appears that a basic force can still be assembled before the Zerg annihilate all the demons of the Endless Abyss.

Humans—how should I put it? They lack industrialization, let alone mechanization, and the kind of urbanization that can educate the masses. To defeat these guys, we don't even need a golden fleet or treacherous fishing boats; basic attacks will suffice.

This contrast instilled a strong sense of crisis in the three enlightened deities, especially since this group of power-hungry good-for-nothings had become unbearable for Amannata.

644. The Dire Situation of the Doggy Privilege

"A bunch of bastards, a bunch of trash, a bunch of scum who should all die..." Although some of her energy was tied up in the standoff within the Pantheon, Amannata still clearly saw the faces of those lords and nobles through her connections with those below, and was instantly enraged. "A bunch of idiots, may you all die a thousand times over in the wheels of history!"

While cursing, Amannata even started preparing to take matters into her own hands and get involved, just like before, but she was quickly persuaded to stop by Ilmat and Hall.

The current situation doesn't allow for a hasty intervention. Within the Pantheon, the Monkey King is personally overseeing the battle against the remaining mid- to high-level gods. If Amannata breaks the balance first, while the three of them don't believe these weaklings have the potential to turn the tide, they must remain wary of the elusive God-Supreme.

To this day, the ironclad rules established by the supreme god still restrict the gods to some extent. The fact that this being has not yet appeared after such a major event is also puzzling.

Once the supreme god makes a move, only the monkey has the ability to fight back, but the three of them are not capable of getting involved in that kind of battlefield. They must reserve enough strength to deal with those former 'old friends,' and cannot waste their power on trivial matters concerning the material world.

in fact……

Wasting it probably isn't a big deal.

To be honest, that GM was able to dominate so many gods only because of his privileged status. But now, this privileged person is in a much worse situation.

If we consider this entire multiverse as a system, then the supreme god is like a GM with some core privileges. But precisely because he is the GM, he must follow the rules. Within the 'plot' and 'script,' this GM can freely use his privileges, displaying the prowess of a privilege-hungry individual. This includes, but is not limited to, modifying history (retconning), dethroning gods (file relocation), restoring order (one-click restore)...

However, this comes at a price: it cannot exceed a certain limit, and it leaves some individuals who, while lacking GM privileges, possess the core passwords helpless. These include Yager, the Lord of Hell, and the Endless Abyss, among others.

Faced with these beings whose core passwords are locked, the GM's authority is utterly ineffective. Even if all of these beings combined couldn't possibly be a match for the supreme god, they are inherently protected by their own protective charms. The absence of some gods is insignificant, but without these beings, the rules of the entire world simply cannot function.

For a long time, we've been able to coexist peacefully, and the GMs haven't had any intention of openly breaking ties with you.

However, just because the "authority dog" doesn't want to break ties doesn't mean that these guys who have been suppressed by the authority dog ​​their whole lives don't want to overthrow it!

Even if we can't overthrow it, we should at least force this privilege hog to open the network connection port—if you want to hold onto this system, then you can stay here by yourself. We're not playing along. We're going to be hackers, we're going to be network viruses.

With this in mind, these intelligent beings remained indifferent to the invasion of the two outsiders. For example, even though the River Styx flowed through mostly endless abysses in the lower realms, Yegler turned a blind eye to Xia's encroachment. Although some knew they couldn't defeat him, they could still create some trouble for Xia if they really wanted to.

But the great Jaeger was open-minded and insightful, knowing that no matter what this person did, he couldn't possibly bury this world with his own hands. After all, tracing back to when the ancient evil still existed in this multiverse, there must have been some connection with that person. That's the advantage of having a powerful backer; the Lord of the Nine Hells was the same.

In this way, these people naturally have the self-awareness to avoid causing trouble. In fact, when those two were causing trouble, they were incredibly decisive in stabbing the privileged dog in the back.

With a complete system, that privileged dog naturally had the ability to fight back using home-field advantage, but unfortunately, there was a traitor in his own ranks.

Ignoring all else, Yeager not only failed to make Styx (the antivirus software) the first line of defense against intruders, but also opened its doors, allowing it to easily bypass the firewall (the crystal wall) and enter and control the Endless Abyss (the garbage dump).

The main branch of the Nine Hells was even more ruthless, directly dragging away Barto Hell (the file shredder), completely rendering that privilege dog helpless against the monkey (virus) that had entered the system.

Now, this monkey has begun to gradually tamper with the rules (code) from the lower levels, introducing programs that shouldn't exist in this world. This has completely devastated the GM, who now has no 'allies' and whose subordinates (administrators) are either still clueless teammates or have rebelled.

Now all that's left is to eliminate those gods who don't betray the GM. Once they've done that, Sharl and the monkey will be able to find the GM's hiding place, and then the main body will parachute in to create a two-on-one situation.

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Although Amannata, Ilmat, and Hall were unaware of the above, they had a vague feeling or guess about it.

In other words, even if they can't personally participate, it doesn't stop them from giving their subordinates (players) massive cheat codes. This has resulted in legendary professionals emerging one after another from these three forces in the prime material world.

If you can't personally participate, can't you at least remotely command a legendary battle?

Regarding the situation in the North, under the remote command of the three, all personnel there were evacuated from the populace as much as possible. Those hostile voters and those feudal nobles who deserved to be eliminated could die; as long as the common people did not suffer significant losses, then for these three, it would be the greatest victory.

Just as the allied forces and the frost giants were preparing to engage in battle, groups of civilians were continuously evacuated, earning them a great deal of gratitude.

Conversely, hope didn't care about the common people at the bottom of society and was eagerly preparing to fight for military merits... They naively believed that they could solve this crisis with their own army, voters, and a few legendary fighters.

This is only because the opposing side is also a bunch of rabble. Otherwise, if these guys were to face the Zerg, who are playing a battle royale ritual in the abyss, or the Protos, who are building a massive project in the astral plane, either of these two forces would be able to easily slaughter these trash with just a few squads. Apart from a few voters, the others wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, these guys were complacent, believing that this uncoordinated coalition was invincible and could sweep away all obstacles.

Euryl, the goddess of winter, also shared this idea. The large number of frost giants who submitted to her gave her the illusion that she could sweep across the world.

And so, through a series of illusions, these two 'rabble' finally met.

645. The War Begins

Due to various factors, since the fall of the Netheril Empire, it has become increasingly rare to see battlefields with tens of thousands of soldiers. These useless individuals routinely call a few hundred individual skirmishes "war," and a few thousand skirmishes a "battle," all in a show of mutual boasting… Don't they ever consider how many of them are actually professionally trained soldiers, and how many of the rest are simply conscripts to fill the ranks?

There was no one left to fight between villages with hundreds of people and an upgraded version with thousands of people. It was all thanks to those fools among the gods. Although they all plotted in the realm of war, one or two of them were just blind idiots. It was a waste that the muscle-bound Lord of War had occupied the position of God of War for countless millennia.

Of course, this time these guys didn't resort to conscripting others to make up the numbers. Perhaps they knew that on a battlefield of this caliber, conscripting others would only cause trouble and hinder their progress, so these guys have probably already laid out all their resources.

But because they'd poured all their resources into it, they started vying for command, each trying to protect themselves at the expense of others. However, since everyone thought this way, they eventually had to compromise.

Needless to say, the Frost Giants are born with a high biological level. According to the repeatedly retconned manual, these guys have all broken through 20 points in strength and physique.

What does this mean? Only a truly powerful warrior, with good equipment, could handle it, even though their massive size reduces their agility. But even so, a few of these guys together could forcefully slaughter the White Dragon, the disgrace of the dragon race, and the more skilled ones could even kill a White Dragon alone.

The book-eating manual says these guys are challenge level 9, with a +4 level adjustment. In the Prime Material World, where the average combat power is relatively low, they are considered a powerful race. It's just that their intelligence is only 10 points, just one point away from truly becoming level 9. And these guys can also take on professions like warrior, priest, dark guard, etc.

One alone isn't much, a few in a small squad are the same, but thousands upon thousands are very dangerous. Especially since these guys can tame white dragons (truly a disgrace to the dragon race), so in a sense, they don't lack air superiority.

In comparison, the coalition forces were far inferior.

Their only advantage is that the coalition is richer.

As expected, no matter which world it is, Manny is always one of the most powerful characters, while Vol'jin in this world is just an R/B/Q character.

Although the entire allied forces were individually weaker than the frost giants, under the blessing of the goddess Manny, all sorts of enchanted weapons and magical items appeared in abundance, and scrolls were plentiful as well.

As soon as both sides came into view of each other, a burst of magical light suddenly appeared on the side of the human noble alliance. In order to conserve spell slots, the noble alliance chose to use scrolls, which meant that before the formal battle even began, the alliance had already poured a large amount of gold coins into the battle.

Each flash of magical light is worth at least a thousand gold coins. A single flash of this magical light could blind an adult golden or red dragon.

If these soldiers were to collectively pray to the goddess Manny at this moment, they might be able to transcend this world and draw upon the true blessings of the goddess Manny.

Even if the great goddess Manny ignores it, a certain penguin evil god will definitely run over and might even be able to ruin President Xia's plans.

Unfortunately, the object of these bumpkins' prayers is the world's bigger bumpkins.

Just as the noble alliance had bestowed a buff upon everyone, the frost giants, under Oryr's orders, dispatched their air force to contest for air superiority.

Those were a group of white dragons, a disgrace to the tamed dragon race. Recently, due to Tiamat's fall, the five-colored dragons have caused trouble, which has made it much easier for these frost giants to tame the white dragons.

Even after falling like a stray dog, Oryr, after Tiamat's death, conceived the idea of ​​seizing the faith of the white dragons. Therefore, with her support, the frost giants, like madmen, raided known white dragon lairs, killing those who refused to cooperate, tying the defeated ones up, and, with Oryr's divine power, forcibly hatching and accelerating the growth of a batch of juvenile and teenage white dragons.

If it weren't for the previous collection of fear, Oryl wouldn't have had any extra divine power to expend. But these noble allies had no concept of controlling rumors; their large-scale army formation only fueled the spread of fear in the north, allowing Oryl, in his saintly form, to recover a significant portion of his strength.