Chapter 1240 Are You Old Immortals Still Alive?

"You said you want to change the rules, how?" Fauci asked.

"Don't you think this kind of competition is boring? If you want to play, play something interesting." Les raised the corner of his mouth and saw him stand up, his voice spread throughout the Star of God.

"I am the God of Death, Les, and I announce the change in the rules of the Day of Becoming a God. From now on, a digital sign will appear on all races that choose to participate in the Day of Becoming a God. Your task is to collect these signs. The more, the better. Regardless of the means, if the person who collects the most signs and is still alive at the end of the day of becoming a god in one month, I will give him a special reward!"

"Then now, the entire planet is your battlefield, fight for it wantonly, hahaha!"

This scene caused by Les, not to mention all the races on the planet, even Fudge was shocked.

"Les, what are you doing? These are the elites of the vassal race of the Gods. If they all die..."

Les interrupted him directly with a cold voice: "If you die, you are a waste. A waste is not qualified to be a servant of the Gods!"

Fauci deeply doubted whether Rice was an undercover agent from other races to infiltrate the Protoss. Wouldn't this reduce the Protoss' combat effectiveness?

In fact, when he met Les, he used a variety of methods to verify his identity, and everything proved that he was Les, the God of Death, and could not be someone else pretending to be him.

After Rice said those words, all the festivalgoers found that a digital sign appeared on their bodies, and the next second, the entire planet became a battlefield.

Those who can participate in the Day of Godhood are only allowed to exist at the small galaxy level. Planet level and large galaxy level are not allowed. The former is too weak and useless, while the latter is too strong and may turn against the guest.

After all, not every protoss is at the level of a large galaxy. There are always a very small number of protoss who are not at the level of a large galaxy.

Once so many small galaxy-level powerhouses fight with all their strength, it is only a matter of time before the planet is destroyed. But this is the planet where the God of Death and the God Lord are located. Anyone who dares to destroy the planet is seeking death.

All the races participating in the festival are very restrained and will never use very destructive moves. It doesn't matter if they die. The most worrying thing is that it will affect their own race.

Not only that, some races have developed brains and dig deeper into Les's thoughts. Even the surrounding races that do not participate in the festival dare not involve them. The battle must be carried out in an uninhabited place.

As a result, the cities were not damaged in any way, and all the battles took place in the wild. Even if the two sides met in the city, they would not take action, which gave them a time to rest.

As a result, all the arenas on the planet were empty, and the people in charge of the arenas were helpless, but no one dared to say anything. This was the order of the Lord Death.

Les just sat here, eating and drinking, while chatting with Fudge. Sometimes, even Les himself didn't know where the conversation was, so he simply changed the topic.

"Folky, are you interested in making a bet with me?"

"What bet?"

"It's nothing, I'm just betting on your position as God Lord." Les said lightly.

Fudge's eyes changed, and he stood up from his seat: "Les, the position of God Lord is jointly chosen by the Gods, and it cannot be restricted by a bet."

He was able to say this to give Les face. If anyone else dared to say this, he would have killed him directly.

Les swallowed a mouthful of fruit, and the Death Scythe suddenly appeared in his hand. He reached out and stroked the scythe, and said in a very casual tone: "This is not the position of God Lord that you took away from my hand. , now it can be returned to its original owner.”

At this time, all fools knew what Les meant.

Carlos and Xiaobai were secretly on guard. Once Fuqi really took action, they promised to get out of the way as soon as possible...

This is what Les told them before. They don't need to participate in the battle with Fudge, just protect themselves.

Rice will resolve his feud with Fauci himself.

The surrounding atmosphere was very solemn, and just when it was about to reach the critical point, a slightly older voice suddenly sounded: "The arrival of the God of Death is really disappointing for me."

Not long after, several figures appeared on the scene. They were all gods and elders among the gods.

The Protoss is a race with a long lifespan, which results in a large number of elders among the Protoss. People like Les can be considered a young generation at best, not middle-aged.

Les squinted his eyes and looked at these protoss. If he remembered correctly, these protoss were all protoss who supported Fudge.

"You old immortals are still alive?" Les put away the death scythe and said unceremoniously.

The expressions of these protoss froze slightly. They forgot one thing. The god of death, Les, was a protoss who never respected the elderly and favored the young. This was not the first time he had quarreled with them.

It's just that they haven't been criticized by Les for a long time, and they have all forgotten this fact.

"Lord Death is joking. We don't have much life left. We may not live much longer. What we hope for most before we die is the stability and peace of the God Clan." said the old man of the God Clan.

Les is no longer the ungrateful God of Death he used to be. How could he not understand the meaning of the old man's words? Isn't it just to let him calm down, be his God of Death, and assist Fudge, the God of God?

Only these shameless old guys can do this kind of thing.

Just after he said these words, another old voice sounded, but this voice seemed a bit explosive: "As long as the position of the God Lord is given to the God of Death, the God Clan will be the most stable and peaceful!"

Soon, some elders from the God Clan appeared again, and their number was slightly larger than the previous group.

They were the protoss who supported Les. They came to Les and shouted respectfully: "See the Lord Death."

"Hey, you guys are still alive too?" Les smiled.

The old man from the Protoss who took the lead below smiled: "Of course, how can we die without seeing the Lord Death become the Lord of God?"

The protoss behind the old man all laughed. Sure enough, the Lord Death is still the same. It is this temper that makes so many protoss willing to follow him.

Looking at it this way, the strength on Fauci's side seems to be quite different.

Fudge secretly resented that it would be nice if these old guys had killed them earlier, but they didn’t support me, the God Lord, and Rice?

"Les, I know that your goal is the position of the God Lord. If you follow the normal procedures, you will never get this position unless I voluntarily abdicate or die unexpectedly. But now I will give you a chance."

"On this day of becoming gods, we each choose a goal. If the goal you choose becomes the champion, then I will give you a chance to have a fair fight with me, but if I win..."

"If you win, I'll leave right away!" Les said decisively.