Chapter 775 Alchemist

"We don't care about that little bit of luck. Martial arts is my only one, with the purity of will as its core. Luck, an illusory external thing, is something I'm lucky to get, but it's my life if I lose it." Huang Wuji said with an indifferent expression.

Unlike people who like to draw parallels and spend a lot of time studying other paths, he is a very traditional practitioner who concentrates on one path.

Except for martial arts, he almost never cares about other paths. He is the kind of ascetic who is immersed in his own world.

So after rolling their eyes at Ramduo, the two of them once again disappeared into the gap between the space layers and started fighting, disappearing into the battlefield like passers-by.

The radiance of will that shrouded the entire starry sky and was a mixture of silver and red colors gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the two fighting men, leaving only a large number of ordinary monks who were still deeply shocked by this power.

"This is how a man should be born."

Somewhere in the space battlefield, a low-level mercenary wearing power armor said enviously in the direction where the light disappeared.

"One day, I will climb into his position!"

The companion next to him sighed quietly.

The two martial arts monks did not hide their desire for such power.

After all, Huang Wuji and Olga both represent the pinnacle of federal martial arts. Anyone who practices martial arts knows them.

"..."

"This Huaya guy is really stupid. He has no interest in luck and why is he still showing up on the battlefield..." After he left, Ramdo said this about Huang Wuji.

"What age are you... Huahua guy." Huo Lin couldn't help but mocked after hearing this.

Compared with the cultural integration of the middle and lower classes that has lasted for several generations, just over a hundred years is just a short period of time in the life of the senior monks who have been watching for a long time.

In the early days of the major civilizations on the earth, the people at the bottom were forced to use the Federation language, and after living together for several generations, the barriers between civilizations have faded a lot.

This is also due to the most important decision of the Federation at the beginning - to break up and rearrange everyone's residential areas, rather than directly transplanting the distinct arrangement of the earth.

Cultural barriers often come from prejudice and misunderstanding. When foreigners who were demonized and stigmatized in the past become our neighbors, many past prejudices will be broken.

After more than a hundred years of hard work, the concept of foreign races has faded a lot in the minds of ordinary people, especially the new generation after the establishment of the Federation. They have been completely accustomed to a society where multiple human races live together.

But senior monks are different.

Especially those "old antiques".

In the age of the earth, several major civilizations are still opposed to them, who have become famous in those years. Whether it is aesthetics or other things, the concept of aliens is deeply ingrained in their minds.

Although immortals can be ever-changing, they still have what they think is "beautiful", and this concept of "beauty" is often related to their background.

Like Ramdo, his kingdom was destroyed by the Huaya Federation back then. It would be a fantasy to expect him to treat the Huaya people as his own race.

A mere hundred years is not enough to change the minds of true immortals. After all, if we were to put it into ordinary people, among them who had witnessed the Autumn of the Spirit River and had not embarked on the path of cultivation, most of them would have three feet of grass on their graves. Taller.

After the short-lived old fogies die, these long-lived old fogies are left.

The persistence of a few immortal old diehards has prevented the federation from truly integrating together.

…

Kirkov was also a person of that era, but he didn't care much about race before, and he didn't care much about it now.

Moreover, he was captured and worked as a coolie in the White Land for several years before he managed to escape with enough ransom money.

This has always been a history that he didn't want to mention, and very few people in the Federation knew about it.

"You also picked a good time." Ramdo said without paying attention to Huolin's sarcasm.

"A whole four true immortals went to overcome the tribulation."

Kirkov had chosen the time of his attack very well. There were almost thirty true immortals in the Federation, and four of them had gone to the ferry to reincarnate and were unable to participate in this fate battle.

The time required to survive a reincarnation catastrophe can be as short as ten or eight years, or as long as a cloud catastrophe, where the person has disappeared from the world for fifty or sixty years, or even worse, may have died in another world and has not been heard from for hundreds of years.

What Kirkov chose was the time when most of the real immortals in Ramdo's camp had gone to other planes to survive the tribulation.

Originally, the number of true immortals in the two camps was four to six. As a result, while Kirkov's camp lost one person, Ramdo's camp lost three people, forcing the ratio to three to three.

In addition to the two major camps, there are some relatively neutral immortals who hold some precious coordinates of the civilized space layer and concentrate on developing other worlds.

For them, what kind of system should be implemented, who should be the emperor, who should be the speaker, and even whether the federation still exists is all a matter of speculation. They only care about the one-third of an acre of land in their leader ship and concentrate on harvesting leeks from another world on weekdays.

He doesn't care about human affairs.

…

"I think the titles of monks need to be unified."

"speaker…"

"From now on, we are alchemists and alchemist civilization." Kirkov said firmly.

"It seems you understand." Seeing Kirkov's reaction, Ramdo smiled knowingly, "Then I can't give in anymore."

"You can't eat the whole cake by yourself." Kirkov was a little dissatisfied.

Looking at the two people who were playing riddles with each other, the immortals present seemed to understand what was going on. Only Mira, who relied on the pendant to watch from a distance, looked confused.

At this time, all the battles ceased as if pressing the pause button, and the soldiers belonging to the Ramdo camp and the fireworks camp faced each other.

"Boss, do you know what they are doing? They are renaming the country and naming the civilization..."

"Luck. They are redefining the federation, or the future of the empire, through naming, thereby sharing the luck from the federation."

"Is there really such a thing as luck..." After hearing this, Mira and Sera stared at the picture provided by the pendant with suspicion.

"Even if it is true, can you grab your luck just by changing your name?"

This time the pendant didn't answer.

"Ramdo." The Green Witch King suddenly said as if he was a different person, "Our battle ends here."

"Have you taken back the initiative?" Ramdo asked.

"Finally, we have suppressed those two lingering guys for the time being."

The personality structure of the Green Witch King is relatively complex.

First of all, it is a tree demon, and when it turned on its bloodline memory, it was contaminated by the historical bloodline memory, gained a lot of valuable experience, and also gained a hatred that did not belong to itself.