Age of Gods: I'm on the Account of the Ancient Gods

Instructions cannot be communicated to each individual.

Under such a command, mistakes and omissions will inevitably occur.

You let him go east, he goes west.

You make him attack, he defends.

You told him not to think about his spouse in God's Domain, and he talked and laughed happily with the female next to him.

In the end, Zishu, Maotu, and Haizhu found out in shock.

Zhang Jing can do it.

His instructions can be directly carried out at the individual level.

Every believer can understand Zhang Jing's instructions and execute them.

Because of this, his command efficiency is also the highest.

The tenth wave of attacks has lasted for more than ten minutes.

Among Zhang Jing's believers, only a few were unlucky enough to suffer casualties.

Although the rest of the believers were also injured, as soon as the wound appeared, it would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In contrast to other students, the battle has reached a fever pitch.

Very miserable.

Even if they can survive the tenth wave of attacks.

Too many believers were killed or injured, and it was impossible to survive the eleventh wave of attacks.

"I'm really curious. How many stars is his divine spring? Could it be nine stars like mine?"

Haizhu laughed.

"I haven't touched it, and I don't know how many stars the Shenquan is, but it must be very rare."

Mao Tu had already noticed that Zhang Jing's Shenquan star must be very high.

Otherwise, his believers would not be able to recover so fast.

Completely surpassed the level of others.

Half an hour later, the tenth wave of attacks ended.

Among Zhang Jing's believers, fifteen ancient bears, one black dragon, and three lava dwarves were killed.

Some serious injuries, many minor injuries.

However, their injuries will be fully healed before the eleventh wave of attacks arrives, so they can be ignored.

After the tenth wave of attacks, Zhang Jing got another card.

Superior race card.

He looked carefully.

This card randomly draws a superior race when used.

The time limit is only the time of a wave of attacks.

Like the previous cards, they are all consumables that can only be used in the arena.

"There are still the last two waves, I'm afraid there will be a big wave."

Zhang Jing recharged his energy and stored up his energy, ready to fight.

"I had a lot of casualties, and I don't know what happened to other students."

"There are people out there, there are people out there, and there must be someone who can do better than me."

"It's true that I was careless, and there were casualties. I have to work harder in command in the future, and I can't be lazy anymore."

While waiting for the eleventh wave of attacks, Zhang Jing summed up the lessons learned from the tenth wave of attacks.

When Maotu heard what he said, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

"This guy, still thinks he's not good enough?"

Zishu also couldn't help but laugh, "There are others out there. Among his peers, no one can surpass him."

Haizhu, "Look at Chang Boyuan, I think this kid has a lot of fun, he seems to have participated in the ambition training camp?"

Maotu, "I asked, his third ambition is to surpass Zhang Jing."

Haizhu, "..."

Zishu raised his forehead, "Then I'm afraid he won't be able to fulfill his third ambition in this lifetime."

Time is ticking.

The tenth wave of attacks brutally eliminated [-]% of the students.

Only [-]% of the first-year high school students in the country are still in the arena.

These are the elite of the elite, the best of the best.

Not to mention true gods, but in the future they will all have the appearance of great gods.

Rumble.

The horizon is haunted.

The eleventh wave of attacks begins.

The ones that appeared this time were five hundred low-level ten-star evil spirits.

Excellent equipment, complete arms, both land and air.

Zhang Jing is ready.

The command ability is like a god.

What the evil spirits faced seemed to be a wall of steel.

Hard batch.

And the wall is also pierced with anti-armor.

If you hit him, you will still get hurt.

The believers under Zhang Jing's command are such a powerful group.

Even so, he had to pay a considerable price to withstand the eleventh wave of attacks.

Even the silver giant and the ice elemental lord were killed in battle.

Their individual strength is strong, and they are the pillars of Zhang Jing's command.

But in the eleventh wave of attacks, there were also casualties.

Needless to say about the rest of the students.

The fighting was dire.

After resisting the eleventh wave of attacks, another card appeared in front of Zhang Jing.

"Nine-star race card."

This card is similar to the previous one.

However, the previous one was a random superior race card.

It may be random between seven stars and nine stars.

But this one is random in Nine Stars.

Naturally stronger.

"Given so many cards, how strong is the last wave of attack?"

Zhang Jing took a deep breath and recharged his batteries.

At this moment, most of the students encountered Waterloo in the eleventh wave of attacks.

Especially those students who lost too much in the tenth wave of attacks did not even persist in the middle of the eleventh wave of attacks.

In the end, like Zhang Jing, there were less than a hundred students recharging their energy and recharging their energy to wait for the twelfth wave of attacks.

Of the tens of millions of high school students across the country, there are only less than a hundred of them left!

The elimination rate can be imagined.

Zishu smiled and said, "I have recorded the names of these children."

"They're the real elite."

Haizhu said with emotion, "I really miss the time when I was full of youth."

Maotu sneered, "Did you forget that I beat you up every time you take an exam?"

Haizhu, "..."

"I don't miss it anymore, it's really boring, it's really boring!"

In the arena.

Zhang Jing heard rumbling footsteps coming from ahead.

At a glance, you can't see the side.

One thousand ten-star demons!

One thousand ten-star low-level evil spirits!

and also……

A thousand ten-star low-level undead!

A total of three thousand heads!

The demonic energy is surging, the evil energy is rising, and the ghost energy is overwhelming.

The same situation appeared before the eyes of the remaining students.

Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows.