at the same time.

The thousands of blood descendants that spewed out of the Doraqi tribe's blood nest, except for some of them immersed in the great sadness and anger of the painter's death, most of them were confused.

They even thought it was a mess caused by the painter, and an inevitable war had finally begun.

As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Doraqi has long been waiting for this day!

He has long known about the artist's different ideas.

But the special status of the painter made him not dare to act rashly. On the one hand, because the painter's great reputation in the mother's nest is equivalent to the 'mother' of all blood-born, on the other hand, because he has not gathered enough prestige, he still He did not build a temple and became a mansion, he was just a prophet and an elder.

Ansel painter, like a monster with no oil or salt, Doraqi has completely lost patience in the long-term negotiation.

This tribe must fight a thorough war.

And the victorious side will decide the future history of this tribe, whether to build a temple or leave here to find illusory hope, in this battle.

Doraqi is very confident that he will definitely be the victor.

The peak bottleneck of evolution made him initially perceive the existence of the power of law, which is a majestic and vast power that it cannot describe in words. In front of it, he is so humble and small, it seems that he only needs to master a little of it. With insignificant power, oneself can despise all beings.

In this way, he finally had some understanding that those gods before the cataclysm were irresistibly powerful.

Such power, so close at hand!

As long as he has enough faith and belief, and casts a divine body, he can achieve a qualitative leap. How can this make him not have extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the painter's illusory legend?

but now!

In the chaos, Doraqi was shocked to find that the chaos in the mother's nest was not caused by the painter, but because the painter was assassinated and killed by an unknown intruder?

This made Doraqi feel a little unbelievable for a while.

Losing the competitor barrier, you will be able to unify the brood peacefully!

After a brief surprise, Doraqi was suddenly enveloped in a chill, and he remembered the explanation that he had insisted on leaving the land of night during the confrontation with the painter.

"Could it be that the invaders were Aurora humans?"

Thinking of this, Doraqi's heart skipped a beat.

For thousands of years, the Aurora Human Holy See has made many expeditions to the Night Land at all costs. Although they have never really succeeded, they have brought indelible trauma to this place.

If at this moment, the weakest moment in the land of night, those humans invaded...

Thinking of this, Doraqi's face darkened.

If someone is nearby at this moment, they will find that the prophet Doraqi admired by everyone in this hive is actually a teddy dog ​​like the favorite teddy image of the upper-class ladies in the land of the principality. , the young body looks so cute and innocent.

but.

This little blood-like teddy dog ​​has dark red eyes, but there is a terrifying evil light.

The circles of energy magnetic fields spread out in all directions, just like the substance.

It stared at the figures who had fled to the depths of the blood fog. Although it was impossible to see their full appearance, Doraqi could clearly perceive that these invaders were by no means blood descendants from other tribes, but some kind of kinship with their mother. An unknown alien that is out of place in the nest forest.

"Pay for the painters, kill them all!"

In the roaring sound of Doraqi, the overwhelming blood descendants rushed out of the mother's nest and chased towards the depths of the mist.

In the blood-derived mother's nest like a mountain of meat, thousands of blood-derived people are like bees, surging out of each hole, chasing intruders from all directions in anger and anger.

Without the mother hive creature blocking them, the speed is undoubtedly much faster.

...

Woo.

The eternal storm of death is like the cry of the devil.

The manic power of Alpha is raging, even if it is just a trivial piece of gravel, at the terrifying speed of the storm, it will contain devastating destructive power, enough to kill any low-level creature that is not protected by the law.

Even more terrifying.

Even in the long evolutionary adaptation process, the creatures that grew up in the Alpha Death Storm, even if they barely adapted to this terrifying **** environment, their brains, spirits, and souls will be because of this power that originated from another continent tens of thousands of years ago. The power of the lighthouse civilization has lost the possibility of giving birth to wisdom, and has become a beast that only knows killing and instinct.

In the storm, only a very small number of specially mutated starfall guys, or those who have evolved to the legendary level in the chaos, can accidentally give birth to wisdom.

They are the keeper of the graveyard of civilization, the tears of the extinct creatures of the continent.

This is a metal fortress with a diameter of about 150 meters. With the support of powerful energy, it is the most powerful war platform. It resolutely and stably floats in the death storm, resisting the violent force of nature.

It embodies the wisdom and wealth of tens of thousands of anthropologists, and is the pride of a generation of anthropologists.

Sky Fortress takes the form of a hemisphere.

The lower part of the fort is assembled from a high-strength alloy shell, which looks like a rectangular metal bowl, while the upper part of the fort is a taboo protective cover supported by the internal war tower, sheltering the relatively narrow platform inside for leisure. Walking Scholars.

"Hey, Dany, today should be the third day of the explorer mission, right?"

A male scholar took the initiative to talk to the female scholar who was staring at the death storm outside the protective cover.

There are not a few scholars walking on the platform at this moment.

They looked out at the storm-ravaged Hunhuang Tiandi outside the protective cover without any worries. There were even leisurely and elegant scholars holding open-air ballroom dances, and some people were lying on the lawn reading leisurely.

After experiencing many hardships, the academic world has initially mastered the power of change and rekindling to initiate catastrophe, embarked on a new civilization process, and got rid of the once backward appearance, especially after the collapse of the Holy See, scholars who have lost their shackles are like a horse. A wild horse, ushered in the second golden age of technological explosion, and rapid progress is taking place every day.

"Well, it's the third day."

The female scholar turned around, and there was no worry on her face, as if the war was just killing a patch of bugs, and she only needed to press the shutter of the insecticide a few times.

She asked to send: "It's strange, I actually miss the Holy See now. If those gods and lunatics are still there, I know that we have exterminated them in the night where they have been fighting for ten thousand years. I don't know what the expression is?"

Hearing this, the male scholar couldn't help sneering loudly: "Hahahaha, I think they will tie up the guys who once burned their ancestors to explore the truth, repent for the crimes they once committed, and then write them in the Holy Codex. Join the myths about the sages in the academic world, after all, those gangsters like to absolve themselves the most and acquit themselves in the name of the creator."

"How is that enough!"

The female scholar said excitedly: "We still want those aloof gods~lightnovelpub.net~ lying on our specimen slicing table, let me see if they have hearts, souls, will they be afraid and Pain, what do you say?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha……"

The scholars of the new era of wasteland have an almost fanatical confidence in themselves.

In the eyes of scholars, the civilized war was close to the test of life and death, but now it seems that the pioneers who have mastered catastrophic weapons only need a button and a catastrophic weapon to easily decide the life and death of each other.

What they have to do now is to completely wipe out the fire of the continuation of the other party's civilization on the ruins after the cataclysm, under the cover of hundreds of war machines, as well as the ridicule and pastime before that.

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