**Chapter 964: I Will Go to the Frontline**
Under the impact of the undead army, the Black Xuan Race was utterly defeated, collapsing at the first touch. Ren Qiang, who was already prepared for a great battle, was stunned. He knew Lin Moyu was strong, but he didn’t expect him to be this strong.
The strength he knew of Lin Moyu was from when he was at the third stage of the super god level, in the Human Emperor Arena.
Now, Lin Moyu had reached the sixth stage of the super god level, with his strength doubling, enough to rival a true god.
How could the Black Xuan Race, at the mere fourth or fifth stage of the super god level, be a match for Lin Moyu?
They were crushed by the undead army on the spot.
Ren Qiang, while amazed, was also disturbed by the overwhelming killing intent emanating from Lin Moyu.
He couldn’t imagine how Lin Moyu could possess such intense killing intent.
Growing up in the great world, Ren Qiang was accustomed to the peace and stability of the great world, where all paths were paved by predecessors, and he couldn’t understand the harshness of the small world.
In the great world, only after reaching a certain height would one face challenges.
Unlike the small world, where one had to face challenges from the beginning.
Lin Moyu had been fighting since his job change, all the way to the present.
Countless monsters and aliens had died at his hands.
Those were real battles, unlike the virtual world of the Human Emperor Network, where one could truly die if not careful.
Such experiences were beyond Ren Qiang’s imagination.
Ren Qiang, shocked by Lin Moyu’s killing intent, muttered, "Brother Lin, have you killed many people?"
Lin Moyu nodded, "Quite a few."
Ren Qiang speculated, "Is the small world where Brother Lin comes from that dangerous?"
"Yes, very dangerous."
Lin Moyu didn’t elaborate, and Ren Qiang didn’t continue to ask.
Each small world is different; some are harsh, while others are peaceful.
Clearly, the small world Lin Moyu came from was very harsh.
Watching the rampaging undead army, Ren Qiang felt that Lin Moyu’s small world was indeed very dangerous.
Otherwise, it would be hard to cultivate someone as fierce as Lin Moyu.
Ren Qiang sighed, "It seems Brother Lin is a qualified warrior. When Brother Lin reaches the true god level and gains level four permissions, perhaps you can consider going to the frontline to participate in battles and earn military merits."
The human race’s territory is vast, bordering multiple races.
Conflicts on the border are constant, and the flames of war have never ceased.
Many human warriors fight on the frontlines.
It is because of these people that the human race enjoys internal stability.
Many cultivators go to the frontline once they meet the requirements.
They either fight freely, in groups, or directly join the army.
No matter the method, it is all for the human race.
Lin Moyu had long planned, "I will go."
Since coming to the great world, the peaceful life had made Lin Moyu somewhat uncomfortable.
He was used to the fierce battles of the small world.
Once he meets the conditions, he will go to the frontline.
Growing stronger in the flames of war.
Besides killing aliens, he can also earn military merits.
In the great world, military merits are still very important.
This is the same as in the small world, with no difference.
Gu Qingxuan had mentioned that once she reaches level four permissions, she would also go to the frontline to accumulate military merits.
To enter the Divine City, military merits are also a crucial part, indispensable.
Ren Qiang looked envious, "I really envy you. I don’t know when I will be able to go to the frontline and kill aliens."
Lin Moyu shook his head, "The frontline is very dangerous. When I was in the small world, many people died in battles every year."
Ren Qiang laughed, "But if we cultivators don’t go to the frontline, who will?"
"I’ll borrow a saying from the Buddhist race: If I don’t go to hell, who will?"
Lin Moyu was slightly taken aback, "The Buddhist race?"
Ren Qiang nodded, "Brother Lin probably hasn’t heard of the Buddhist race. It’s a very special race, powerful but friendly with all races, living in harmony."
"I learned about the Buddhist race from some family records. If Brother Lin is interested, you can look up information about the Buddhist race once your permissions are higher."
Lin Moyu thought of Buddhism in his previous life in the Huaxia world, where there was a similar saying.
The exact same words, not a single word different.
Could this be a coincidence?
Lin Moyu felt it was not a coincidence; there must be something he didn’t understand.
Boom!
A high mountain ahead exploded, rocks flying, and black clouds rolling in the sky.
A giant round stone flew out from the mountain, transforming in mid-air, growing limbs.
This was also a member of the Black Xuan Race, with cultivation reaching the seventh stage of the super god level, much stronger than the Black Xuan Race on the mountain.
Ren Qiang said solemnly, "This Black Xuan Race member should be the leader of this tribe."
In the short time he and Ren Qiang were talking, the Black Xuan Race members in the mountain had almost been cleared out.
According to the structure of the Black Xuan Race, the nearby mountains’ Black Xuan Race members belonged to the same tribe.
And each tribe has a leader.
The leader hadn’t been seen before because it was hiding in the mountain.
A seventh-stage super god level, quite powerful.
If the task executors were cultivators like Ren Qiang, it would take several people working together to take it down.
But facing Lin Moyu...
Several bone dragons in the sky swooped down, dragon breath spraying on the tribe leader.
Skeleton warriors flew up, their giant axes glowing brightly, unleashing powerful attacks.
The tribe leader, who had just emerged, was shattered on the spot, turning into a pile of rubble falling to the ground.
A seventh-stage super god level, really not enough.
The Black Xuan Race members continued to scream, their cries echoing far and wide, shaking the nearby mountains and forests.
Hundreds of powerful auras rose.
Ren Qiang’s face changed dramatically, "Not good, we killed too fast, they are calling for help."
Lin Moyu asked curiously, "Killed too fast?"
Ren Qiang quickly explained, "The Black Xuan Race is very intelligent. If we kill slowly, they won’t call for help. We can clear them out bit by bit. If we kill too fast, they will sense danger and send out a distress signal. Nearby Black Xuan Race members will come to help."
Lin Moyu chuckled, "Isn’t that just perfect? Saves me the trouble of finding them one by one."
Ren Qiang was stunned. Normally, they should retreat, wait for the Black Xuan Race to calm down, and then counterattack.
But Lin Moyu clearly didn’t want to do that.
More and more powerful auras awakened, charging towards them.
Black clouds rolled in the sky, and the Black Xuan Race members transformed into giant stones, flying like meteors.
Lin Moyu snorted, and more undead legions appeared around him.
There were only a few hundred Black Xuan Race members, while Lin Moyu’s undead legion had already exceeded tens of thousands.
And each skeleton warrior could easily overpower a Black Xuan Race member.
In terms of both numbers and individual strength, it was a complete and utter crush.
The undead legion instantly engulfed all the Black Xuan Race members.