Chapter 3627: Surrender without a fight

The authority of "big ginseng" has not been challenged in any way.
His speech seems to have calmed down this "trophy" storm.
Neither Augustine nor Wilmot said anything else.
The other two regions are no longer entangled, and Garrosh will naturally not talk nonsense.
"It is difficult for a false to be killed?"
"I don't know when you guys had this ridiculous idea."
"It is true that compared to low-level creatures, creatures that have the power of origin from the final level are relatively difficult to kill."
"But you should never have this concept. Strength is one reason, and mentality is also very important."
"The Black King understands this truth, so at the beginning he wanted to seize the opportunity and rely on Tai Lun to kill the alien master in the shortest possible time."
"Alien master is also reasonable, so he used the powerful long-range attack ability with almost no repetition to trap the black king."
"The last bubble, the Alien Master didn't want to rely on it to kill the Black King."
"He just blocked the black king's senses with the bubble, and then he appeared near the bubble, patiently waiting for the black king to break the wall."
"The moment the Black King appeared, was the time of his death."
"The alien master who completely mastered the situation of the war, he did not waste any opportunity."
"One hit kills is the best interpretation of this wonderful gladiatorial match."
"All sober up, how hard is it to kill anyone? They all have to die!"
No one responded to the "big ginseng", and his spiritual message continued to reverberate throughout the "Gladiator Field".
"Moriya, District One can lose."
"We could even give Garrosh the throne of one district, and three districts."
"The alien master must die."
"I don't ask you to win the team competition, but I want you to do your best to kill the alien master."
"As long as we kill it, even if we lose the game, that's a win for us."
After the spiritual message of "Da Shen" stopped, Augustine, who was angry in his heart, said to Moria secretly.
"It's a death fight in itself."
"Either aliens dominate death, or we are dead, what else is there to say."
Moria responded indifferently to Augustine in the spiritual exchange.
A sigh sounded deep in Augustine's heart.
Moria was already terrified, Augustine knew very well.
But he didn't blame Moria, because one of the "false gods" present was counted as one, except for the aloof "big ginseng", the "alien civilization" had risen to a dangerous level in their hearts.
This danger is fatal.
In the simplest terms, even if Augustine himself went, he would not dare to say that he would be able to defeat the "alien civilization".
In the "team competition", he may not be as good as Moria, who is like a "jack-of-all-trades", and can't work perfectly with other "pseudo-gods" at all.
As for the "head-to-head match", the strength of the "Alien Master" has just been revealed so vividly that Augustine didn't dare to say that he could defeat the opponent.
"Augustine, I'm not afraid of death."
"From a weak intelligent creature to today, I can't remember how many times I almost died."
"Death doesn't threaten me."
"I just don't want my own death to be pointless."
Moria was silent for a moment, and said to Augustine in the spiritual exchange.
"Pointless…"
Augustine looked at the "pseudo-god aliens" who were gathered together and could enter the "Gladiator Field" at any time, and muttered.
"Yes, it doesn't make sense."
"I can coordinate the four false gods to achieve the most perfect attack in an instant."
"When the number of false gods that need to be coordinated rises to eight, it becomes difficult."
"Speaking of which, even if I perfectly coordinate the eight false gods, I can't do better than Alien Civilization."
"The final-level team competition is very telling. In the seemingly chaotic gladiatorial battlefield, all the aliens we observed showed perfect cooperation."
"Their tacit understanding is innate, a coordination engraved in their bones."
"No matter how well we train and cooperate to the limit, it is impossible to be as tacit as them."
Moria continued to speak to Augustine in the spiritual exchange.
"We surrender, do you know what that means?"
Augustine turned to look at Moria.
"I know, it means that we have lost a district, the murderous realm with the most miracles, and more resources."
Moria answered him without hesitation.
"But if we don't do this, how can we face the challenge of the second district after fighting with the alien civilization, which is very likely to fail?"
"Now admit defeat, we can still keep the second district. If we persist, we may eventually become the third district."
Without waiting for Augustine to speak, she added solemnly.
"I never thought that with the largest number of false gods and the best resources, we would surrender without a fight!"
"I can't make such a decision, let's vote together."
Augustine was silent for a moment, and when he saw the "Alien Lord" flying with his "False God Legion" to the "Gladiator Field", he couldn't be silent any longer.
Moria raised her hand without any hesitation.
With her opening, more "pseudo-gods" began to keep raising their hands.
When the number of "false gods" who raised their hands was about to reach half, Augustine lowered his head slumped.
The former "District One" will become a joke for the entire "Union of Destiny".
Never before.
No one came after.
As the "Speaker No. 1" leading "District One", Augustine knew very well that he would be nailed to the historical pillar of shame forever.
Whether it is famous for tens of thousands of epochs, or tainted for tens of thousands of epochs, Augustine cannot escape what he should do.
"On behalf of District 1, I announced that I will withdraw from the pseudo-god gladiatorial competition with Alien Civilization in District 3. Whether it is singles or team competitions, all will be withdrawn."
Augustine cheered up, and before the "Alien Master" who had entered the "Gladiator Field" declared war, his spiritual message was spread throughout the huge gladiator field.
After a brief stagnation, there was an uproar.
Not to mention "District 1", "District 2" and "District 3", they thought that Augustine and the others had not yet decided to fight the "pseudo-god", and they were still negotiating.
Who would have guessed that Augustine would surrender.
"I regret making this decision."
"This decision comes from a show of hands of all the false gods in our region."
"Here, all I can do is to congratulate the alien civilization and the third district."
"Of course, the premise is that the second major district does not compete with your three major districts."
Augustine didn't even dare to look at the "big ginseng" and continued to send out spiritual messages.
"I am the alien master, and I represent the third region to challenge the second region."
"Singles or team competition, you choose."
"The game mode is the same, deathmatch!"
Before Augustine's voice disappeared from everyone's mind, the impatient voice of "Alien Master" rang out.