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Latest ten-chapter serialization link for 【Dark Civilization】: 【Dark Civilization】QiDiang Official Link: Dark Civilization QQ Group: 172946629 —— Chapter Two: Legend! Three chapters tomorrow! Seeking monthly tickets, just a few more votes to break into the top Q rankings!! All you powerhouses wandering in the darkness, make a strong comeback! Any recommendation votes? Any monthly tickets?! Any subscriptions!!! Before the crowd even reached the city walls, a roar of cheers erupted within the base city.

Countless people shouted in excitement. "War God!" "War God!!" "War God!!!" Many with damaged bodies, holding onto nearby children, wept with emotion, their frames trembling slightly as they gazed at the seven figures in the sky.

Especially the black-clothed youth leading them—his cold ruthlessness when unleashing the Yan Domain, his overwhelming majesty when slaying the Flood Dragon—were unforgettable! Originally, with powerful monsters like the Golden Scaled Flood Dragon and the Six-Tailed Silver Fox, alongside an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters, the base city's defenses simply could not have held out.

Even if they managed to defend it, the cost would have been devastatingly high! But now, only at the very beginning of the battle had the base city suffered some losses; afterward, the casualties were minimal.

Wan Chen fought almost single-handedly! Later, Bailong and the others also charged out.

These seven individuals were undoubtedly the heroes of the entire base city, perhaps even of all humanity! Fighting to defend humanity! Stepping forward for mankind! When national borders no longer dictated distance, when bloodlines ceased to matter, and when hearts were no longer cold, what the people saw in Ye Chen was nothing short of greatness, nothing short of nobility! Under this glorious aura, the malice of human nature, mutual suspicion, and defensiveness all appeared childish, insignificant, even pitiable! "Welcome the War God!!!" A burly man roared, his neck veins bulging.

He watched Ye Chen and the others, his body trembling with excitement, his eyes filled with gratitude.

During the fighting, he had been on the front lines—the designated "cannon fodder." In such a massive war, his chance of survival was less than P! Yet, even he had despaired for himself, until Ye Chen gave him hope, gave him light! Allowing him to survive completely whole! Such immense favor—he had no way to repay it.

Tears streamed down his face as he knelt! A man’s knees are worth gold, but such profound grace weighs heavier than gold! As one man knelt, it was as if a hurricane swept through.

Those beside him roared and followed suit, weeping loudly, shouting en masse: "Welcome the War God!!" "Welcome the War God!!!" The entire city, a sea of black figures, regardless of who they were or where they stood, sank to their knees.

This was not out of fear, but out of gratitude and reverence! Looking out, millions across the city were prostrate, wailing, shouting loudly—some with tears of thanks flowing freely, others with gazes of gratitude and awe.

Even some who harbored jealousy, upon seeing everyone else kneel, had no choice but to follow.

In the distance, the Silver-Eyed War God stood at the very front of the city wall, watching Ye Chen and the others suspended in the sky.

A strange light flickered in his eyes as he clenched his fist: "No matter what your motive was for stepping forward, even though you’ve threatened my standing, I accept you, my Chinese friend!" Tuswazin looked up at Ye Chen and was suddenly struck by an illusion: behind that silhouette seemed to resonate the chanting of gods and buddhas from all heavens, as if he stood at the nexus of the world—majestic, unattainable! His eyes shone as he quietly clenched his fist, silently making a man’s vow in his heart, "I must, I absolutely must catch up to him, and then surpass him!!!" No man is willing to be inferior to another! Feierlan’s eyes widened in shock, and after a long moment, the awe gradually softened.

A profoundly meaningful curve played on his lips...

On the other side, the members of the Divine Left Hand Guild were dumbfounded.

Many high-ranking officials, like Dorchi and Rufus, had gleaming eyes.

But the Divine Left Hand itself remained in profound silence...

Ye Chen hovered in the air, looking down at the kneeling city.

He felt a slight stirring of emotion, feeling the surging waves of fanaticism crash against him like an avalanche. "Welcome the War God!!" "Welcome the War God!!!" The sound was deafening, piercing the soul, making one’s spirit tremble, utterly shaken by this fervent adoration! Ye Chen gave a slight nod to everyone in the city, then moved, descending to land directly in front of Tuswazin.

Bailong and the others followed, positioning themselves behind him—seven people in total.

Everyone on the city wall immediately executed a ninety-degree bow, respectfully calling out, "We welcome the War God’s return!" Ye Chen paid little heed, addressing Tuswazin directly: "I need to go to China.

I leave this place to your management; do not let chaos erupt.

Next time, I will send someone to deliver some equipment.

This is my communicator ID; memorize it.

When you get a communicator, dial this number to contact me." As he spoke, he casually used his internal energy to write a string of numbers in the air.

Once Tuswazin had noted them down, Ye Chen waved his hand, and the numbers dissolved into energy, flowing back into his body. "You're leaving?" Tuswazin asked, his face filled with shock after jotting down the numbers. "When do you depart?" "Now," Ye Chen stated flatly.

He worried about the Huaxia Base City; if he were late, and it had already fallen to the monsters, all his efforts would be for naught.

Although he still had unfinished business in Russia, he could only abandon it. "So soon!" Tuswazin sounded anxious. "Can't you stay a little longer?" Ye Chen waved his hand. "There will be opportunities in the future.

Do a good job here!" With that, he turned his head to Bailan beside him, "Open the ruins." Bailan looked slightly puzzled but complied, opening access to the ruins.

A black aperture slowly materialized in the air.

Ye Chen waved his palm, and his Devouring Energy formed into a massive hand that shot inside.

After a short while, it emerged, clutching numerous boxes which it tossed before Tuswazin—various jade vials, special metal cases, nearly a hundred in total. "These are rare medicinal treasures from the ruins.

I hope you use them wisely," Ye Chen stated coldly.

Tuswazin’s heart skipped a beat.

He immediately nodded, his eyes burning as he stared at the pile of relics on the ground.

He knew intuitively that anything taken from the ruins would be extraordinary! However, the words "use them wisely" carried a subtle warning.

He dared not misuse them; Ye Chen’s strength had completely subdued him.

Ye Chen instructed Bailan to close the Fire Civilization Space.

Then, he glanced at the mass of people packed inside the base city, withdrew his gaze, and turned to leave. "You're going?" A figure swept in from a distance—it was the Silver-Eyed War God.

Ye Chen glanced at him. "See you next time." The Silver-Eyed War God chuckled. "You are welcome back anytime.

The gates of the Polish Base City are always open to you—as long as you aren't planning to take over my city, haha..." "That depends on your performance," Ye Chen replied, waving a hand. "We're off." He stamped his foot, his figure instantly appearing a thousand meters away, moving toward the distant horizon against the dim, fading sunset.

Bailong and the others followed closely behind.

The group of seven, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands in the base city, swept away into the distance, their silhouettes growing smaller and smaller...

The Silver-Eyed War God watched Ye Chen's retreating back, his eyes flashing.

He looked up to bid farewell.

Beside him, Tuswazin, Dorchi, Feierlan, Misoer—all the prominent figures of the base city—gazed up at the seven receding figures with respect, secretly vowing that they must follow in this man's footsteps! Inside the base city, millions of people stared in astonishment as the departing War God vanished.

Many who had been overcome with emotion were struck as if by lightning, freezing on the spot.

Gone? The War God was gone? Why had he left?! Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

Had they done something wrong? Had they displeased the War God? Just as people began murmuring and speculating among themselves, atop the city walls, the Silver-Eyed War God, Tuswazin, and the others flew over the base city.

The Silver-Eyed War God raised his voice: "Everyone, please calm down! The seven War Gods have an urgent matter and must leave for a period, but they will return! Please rest assured..." A bitter taste filled his mouth.

Not long ago, this entire base city was his creation; in terms of tenure, he had the deepest bond with it.

But now, he felt that the true master of his city held a higher place in their hearts than Ye Chen and his group, who had stayed for less than a day and were now departing...

It was unbearable! "So that's it!" Many expressed understanding.

Someone stood up and shouted, "We will forever commemorate the War Gods!" "Yes, forever commemorate!" Someone immediately seconded the motion, and soon the chorus grew louder, until the entire populace of the base city was shouting, their voices piercing the sky, causing the city walls to tremble slightly. "Immortal War Gods!" "The 7th day of the Dark Calendar, we will remember this day forever!" This day changed the entire future landscape of Russia.

Many genius warriors who, in a previous life, should have perished in this siege were spared.

They had crossed a major hurdle; perhaps they would die in future hardships, or perhaps they would survive and shine with unparalleled brilliance! The one thing beyond doubt was that Russia would become stronger than in Ye Chen's past life! Later records in the Dark Calendar noted: In the 8th month of the Dark Calendar, seven statues, each twenty zhang high, were erected in the Polish Base City, standing at seven central locations.

Furthermore, flanking every city gate, a statue resembling the black-clothed youth stood ten zhang tall, facing the distance.

Every person entering or passing through the city gates would see this towering sculpture! These seven statues were known to every resident of the Polish Base City.

Many who were disabled and idle within the city would come to these statues to kowtow and worship.

Some would even bring infants mere months old, telling them the story of that magnificent war—the war fought by seven people! The seven statues represented: The Peerless War God, Ye Chen! The Undying War God, Zhuge Fan! The Divine Ape War God, Yue Heng! The Seven-Colored Disc Immortal, Ye Zhu! The Cold-Blooded Bat Emperor, Mo Feng! The Blood Shadow War God, Bailong! The Unrivaled Banished Immortal, Bailan! Among them, perhaps few knew the names of Bailong or Zhuge Fan, but everyone knew the name of the Peerless War God—that man, Ye Chen! Those two words had become legend! (Provided by the Poxiao Update Group.

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