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At the junction of the mainland of the peninsula, about 3 star curtain units away from the wasteland, on a piece of ancient battlefield wasteland called the land of night, there are a group of ancient creatures that last for nearly 20,000 years, blood spawners.

They have established a three-level theological civilization that was once extremely glorious, the night brood civilization.

There is an unknown blood-red mist everywhere in the sky, like the endless blood flowing in a nightmare, pain that can never be dispelled.

This is the ancient period more than 10,000 years ago. A powerful civilization that mastered the transformation of high-purity metal ore into nano-mechanical splitting and catastrophe. The catastrophic destruction of the facts here has transformed this fertile soil that was once rich in minerals into a piece of A barren land with barren minerals.

After experiencing the catastrophe, the blood spawners survived by fluke, and developed from a level 1 primitive tribal civilization to a more powerful level 3 divine civilization.

The progress of civilization is the process of living beings more effectively cognizing, using, and mastering the power of laws, and the process of discovering stronger, eternal, and vast laws of order. Primitive creatures finally no longer rely on simple biological energy, they begin to come into contact with More efficient energy.

The eternal **** mist in the sky is the oxidized metal dust of nano-robots in the sky after the ancient catastrophe.

For more than ten thousand years.

The Blood Spreaders have not known how many times they want to completely destroy the alien civilization at the end of the peninsula and establish a unified peninsula civilization, but the enemies they want to conquer are constantly changing, from the Quran to the Aurora people, they are more and more The stronger and more difficult it is to conquer, the dreams of the blood spawners are getting more and more distant, and they will face unknown threats from the dark depths of the continent at any time, just as they have experienced.

This kind of fear of facing the destruction of unknown disasters at any time, deeply tortured every blood spawner.

at last.

this day.

At the beginning, it was only the death of an insignificant rainforest, until the collapse and extinction of a certain blood brood, then the collapse of a temple, and finally the corpses that stretched into pieces. All species disappeared like dominoes, creatures in the night. Mass extinction began.

A shadow of horror enveloped this land.

The war corps and civilized system that they are proud of have not even been able to find the enemy. They have not fought a war in the true sense. Under the attack of an unknown weapon, they have been involved in the dark vortex of death.

Decades have passed.

Many temples fell apart.

The once vast expanse of the huge wind eye, the mother nest dense forest that gave birth to unlimited vitality, has now completely collapsed. Countless blood spawners and their mother nests are buried by the death storm, and the remaining species are less than one in ten, struggling to survive. With.

Every day, there will be species here because of the collapse of the food chain of the ecosystem, and will become extinct.

There are hundreds of millions of blood spawners who once stood at the top of the biological chain.

Except for those who died directly after being hit by the catastrophe of an unknown civilization, most of the dead blood spawners were caused by the collapse of the wind eye, the flooding of death storms, and the continuous famine and hunger caused by food shortages for decades, and the chaotic system The brutal war between each other.

The powerful brood civilization that was once established by the blood-spreaders in the land of the star screen has now split into hundreds of large and small tribes. They are lingering, waiting for a more desperate tomorrow.

These tribes take the mother nest as a unit.

In large tribes, the Fat Blood Nest not only has mature painters, and a stable wind eye supported by the power of the law, but also a food chain that can barely maintain ecological balance is formed in the wind eye. The population of blood spawners can reach more than 100,000. It even maintains a large-scale derivative beast war weapon that combines flesh and blood and metal machinery!

Small tribes, the lingering blood spawners, by plundering the broods of other blood derivatives, survive hard, face the attacks of powerful creatures that are adaptively mutating after the catastrophe, wandering on the edge of extinction, even if they pray The favor of the temple.

The Doraqi tribe is a small, medium-sized tribe among the remaining blood-derived civilization.

In this wind eye, which covers an area of ​​only a few hundred square kilometers, thousands of blood spawners gathered together. They were lucky to come to this shelter at the beginning of the disaster, avoiding the collapse of the wind eye supported by the fear scorpion mother , The fate of being overwhelmed by the storm of death.

After more than ten years, they barely maintained the operation of the brood nest, while burning and submerging their former companions who had died under the plague. Every day, their companions died because of the terrifying plague.

More than ten years.

Those who have survived, it seems that they are gradually adapting to this terrible plague, and the number of companions who died due to the plague is decreasing.

Not just them.

All surviving blood derivatives have undergone adaptive mutation in this terrible catastrophe. From the initial endless deaths of tens of thousands every day, to now only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are slowly dying. The world seems He gradually returned to calm and started to develop for the better.

The historical encounters and the choice junctions of the civilization process are quietly placed in front of this ancient civilization that has experienced many years of hardship.

Brood in the forest.

The two baskets were filled with weird mushrooms and the little blood yan bounced back to the blood nest.

The strange mushrooms in the basket have dense holes on their heads. People with dense phobias will see a shocking scene when they look at them. In the shadow of the dark holes of these mushrooms, there are countless tiny worms. , Was shivering and looking outside in horror.

These mushrooms are also the mother nests of other miniature creatures.

And these two small **** eyes with dark red eyes, one looks like a brown bear with a big pumpkin, and the other is a human-shaped giraffe with a black right eye circle.

They were born after the end, and they are still in their immature growth stage.

"Xiao Hui, shall we go to listen to Mr. Ansel's speech today?"

The deer asked the bear cheerfully.

"Mr. Painter?"

After thinking about it, the little bear finally shook his head and said: "They all say that the things that the Ansel painter said are weird. Let us abandon our prayers and beliefs and find our own strength, and they also said that they will let us leave our home. , Avoid something, I don't want to leave the brood."

The Doraqi tribe still adheres to the survival mode of blood-spread civilization before the catastrophe.

Although the painter is the creator of all blood generations and has a special status, the rulers of civilization are the major temples and the sacrifices under the major temples. Therefore, in the eyes of the sacrifices, the painter represents the old age. Power, the breeder of the race.

Although in ancient civilization, the painter used to be the backbone of Xueyan's resistance to the Quran Demon, just like the queen in an ant nest, but after Xueyan mastered more effective law weapons, he used faith to forge the law weapons of the gods. The glorious era of painters is gone forever.

Therefore, the Doraqi tribe at this time is facing a choice.

On the one hand, the prophet Doraqi, who has a huge influence, is trying to condense the faith of the population to build a new temple and master the power of the law.

On the other hand, the painter Ansel, who has very few followers, preaches his incomprehensible brand-new concept day after day, vainly.

"But what Ansel painter tells is really interesting!"

The deer chattered and persuaded: "Yesterday he said in the blood nest that as long as we are willing to abandon the backward system and follow him to find more effective ways to control the law, we can rely on ourselves to obtain beyond nature, like those Unola scholars. The power of law no longer depends on uncontrollable third-party divine residences. For this reason, he also clashed with Mr. Dollach's guards."

The two funny little guys drifted away, and the jungle was calm again.

At this time.

A figure slowly walked out of the blood mist, and looked at the two Xiao Xueyan who were jumping away.

She is [Beauty under the Moon] Lina Yaan!

In front of her, there is a special black crystal ball, which is used to record the customs and culture, geology and landforms, social structure, and civilization ecology in the wind eye. This is another more advanced and powerful civilization, before destroying a backward civilization. , The desired precious materials of historical sociology.

In the hands of this enchanting female scholar, she also carried a human-shaped goat-like corpse.

This is exactly one year after the top-secret meeting of the Ten Giants held by the Windsor Academy of Sciences. Riding on the Sky Fortress war platform, not far away for hundreds of millions of miles, from the land of the star screen across 3 star screen units, across the desert of death, to arrive The Academy Alliance Legion in the Night.

There is only one purpose for the Legion of Scholars.

With the more powerful power at your disposal, kill the cradle of civilization that is about to escape or may enter the golden age of the technological big bang at any time, and completely exterminate all the **** demons that threaten humans here!

"My sister is really careful, Master Leiluo only gave a few words temporarily, and actually asked Master Sicily for instructions. Before launching the catastrophe and destruction, we sent a few of us to sneak into the eye and record the social history here... With so many tribes, even if it only records some medium-sized and large-scale tribes, I don't know how much time will be lost for this, it will be troublesome."

Anthropological Academy Alliance, an emerging fourth-level catastrophic civilization on the rise.

For this emerging catastrophic civilization, destroying other civilizations is still a relatively unfamiliar behavior, requiring them to become familiar with it.

For this naive fourth-level civilization, because they have the law of weapon power that can destroy themselves at any time, the self-confidence supported by powerful strength makes them look at them, and they can no longer restrain their ambitions in the depths of their souls, thinking that their advanced nature will inevitably cause infinite At the same time, they are also fearful. They are as smart as they must think of the law weapons mastered by other four-level civilizations. Once they find themselves, they will easily cause immeasurable losses to themselves, and even ruin the progress of civilization.

Therefore, their desire for breakthroughs in space-time technology is almost hysterical!

Hidden in the darkness enveloped by the storm of death, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com relies on the curvature of space-time technology to explore the depths of more distant continents, defeats other civilizations with the same destructive ability as its own, and relies on everything that may enter the golden age The threat of civilization promotion in a short period of time by the technological explosion has been stifled in the cradle in a cheap way, gradually gaining some more powerful civilizations and guardians that they look up to, and entering the core of the world's ecological framework. This is the fourth-level catastrophe. The meaning of civilization.

While Lina Ya'an was complaining, with a "croak" in the jungle, a blood raven looking towards a strange prey here was killed by her hand.

The other blood crows in a dense row on the branch suddenly dispersed in panic.

"The time is only three days, and I don't know how the tasks of those people are going. It's not easy to sneak into the blood nest. The air seems to have begun to nurture the cradle of law."

Whispering to herself, the female scholar curled up and wriggled for a while, she turned into the goat-like little blood in her hand. After examining her appearance with her dark red eyes burning like flames, she was quite satisfied. Nodded, then took a deep breath and walked towards the center of the jungle.

Quack, quack, quack, quack...

A plant resembling a bread tree, the top of the vines and leaves violently opened, revealing a scarlet nest, and dozens of blood crows spouted fiercely.

Through the branches of Yeman tens of meters high, and a faintly **** mist shrouded in the distance, a huge Roshan slowly creeping like a hill, gradually emerged.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong.

All of this tells her that this is a foreign country that is completely different from the land of the star screen. As she gets closer and closer to the fat blood nest that is constantly squirming like a mountain, she seems to hear a powerful heartbeat. , Like a giant aphid, lying on the leaf of the world, absorbing the juice of the law.