Chapter 753

meanwhile.

The thousands of blood descendants gushing out of the dorachi tribe's blood nest, except for some immersed in the great sadness and anger of the painter's death, most of them are confused.

They even thought it was the chaos caused by painters, and an inevitable war finally began.

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

He has long known the painter's heterogeneous ideas.

However, the painter's special status made him dare not act rashly. On the one hand, the painter's great reputation in the mother's nest was equal to that of all blood Yan's "mothers". On the other hand, he had not gathered enough prestige. He had not established a temple or become a God's residence. He was just a prophet and elder.

Ansel painter, like a monster without oil and salt, doraki has completely lost his patience in the long negotiation.

This tribe must wage a complete war.

The victorious side will determine the future history of the tribe, whether to build a temple or leave here to look for illusory hope.

Dorac is confident that he will be the winner.

The peak bottleneck of evolution made him initially aware of the existence of the force of law, which is a magnificent force that can not be described in words. In front of it, he is so humble and insignificant. It seems that he can despise all sentient beings as long as he grasps a little of its power.

In this way, he finally understood that the God mansions before the disaster were irresistibly strong.

Such power is near!

It only needs him to gather enough faith and forge the divine body to achieve a qualitative leap. How can he not produce extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the illusory legend of the painter?

But now!

In the chaos, doraki was shocked to find that the chaos in the mother nest did not originate from the painter, but was caused by the assassination and death of the painter by unknown invaders?

This made doraki feel a little incredible for a moment.

Without the obstacles of competitors, they will be able to unify the mother nest peacefully!

After a short surprise, doraki was suddenly shrouded in a cold. He remembered the explanation that the other party insisted on leaving the place of night during the confrontation with the painter.

"Are the invaders Aurora humans?"

At the thought of this, doraki's joy suddenly disappeared.

For thousands of years, the aurora human Holy See has made many expeditions at no cost to the place at night. Although it has never really succeeded, it has brought indelible trauma here. Almost all blood derivatives regard mankind as the enemy of life and death.

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

Doraki's face darkened at the thought.

If someone is nearby at the moment, you will find that the prophet doraki respected by everyone in the mother nest is actually a teddy dog image similar to the favorite of the upper ladies of the principality. Under the brown and yellow curly hair, the young body looks so lovely and innocent.

But.

This little blood Yan, like a teddy dog, has dark red eyes, but with a creepy and terrible evil light.

Circles of energy and magnetic field, like essence, spread in all directions.

It stared at those figures who had fled to the depths of the blood fog. Although it was impossible to see their whole picture, doraki could clearly perceive that these invaders were not blood derivations from other tribes, but some unknown alien alien alien alien incompatible with the mother nest forest.

"Pay the painters and kill them all!"

In doraki's roar, the avalanche of blood Yans rushed out of their mother nest and chased towards the depths of the fog.

The blood Yan's mother nest, like a meat mountain, thousands of blood Yan, like bees, surged out of each hole and chased the invaders in all directions in anger and anger.

Without their mother nest creatures, they are undoubtedly much faster.

……

Woo.

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

The manic power of alpha is rampant, even if it is only a small gravel, at the speed of that terrible storm, it will contain destructive power, enough to kill any lower creatures that are not protected by the law.

What's more terrible is.

Even in the long process of evolution and adaptation, even if the creatures growing up in the alpha death storm barely adapt to this terrible hell environment, the brain, spirit and soul will lose the possibility of wisdom and become a fierce beast who only knows killing and instinct because of the power derived from the five-level lighthouse civilization of another continent tens of thousands of years ago.

In the storm, only a few stars and meteorites with special variation, or those who have evolved into legendary existence in ignorance, can occasionally give birth to wisdom.

They are the keepers of civilized cemeteries and the tears of extinct creatures on the continent.

This is a metal fortress with a diameter of about 150 meters. With the support of strong energy, as the most powerful war platform, it resolutely and stably floats in the death storm to resist the violent forces of nature.

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

The sky fortress is hemispherical.

The lower part of the fortress is assembled from a high-strength alloy shell, which looks like a huge rectangular metal bowl, while the upper part of the fortress is a taboo protective cover supported by the high tower of internal war, sheltering scholars walking on the relatively narrow platform inside.

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

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

At the moment, there are not a few scholars walking on the platform.

They looked out at the stormy yellow world outside the protective cover without any worry. Even leisure and elegant scholars were holding open-air social dances, and some were lying on the lawn reading.

After many hardships, the academic community has initially mastered the power of changing and rekindling to launch disasters, embarked on a new process of civilization, and got rid of the backward face. Especially after the collapse of the Holy See, scholars who lost their shackles are like runaway wild horses, ushering in the second golden age, the technology explosion, and making rapid progress every day.

"Well, it's the third day."

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The female scholar turned around and could not see any worry from her face, as if the war was just killing a piece of insects. She only needed to press the shutter of insecticide.

She asked to send her: "it's strange that I miss the Holy See now. If those godly lunatics are still there, I don't know what expression we have on our face when we exterminate the place where they have been fighting for thousands of years?"

Hearing the speech, the male scholar couldn't help laughing: "hahaha, I think they will tie up the guys who burned the ancestors to explore the truth books, repent of their crimes, and then add the myth about the academic sages in the Holy Scripture. After all, the gods like to excuse themselves and acquit themselves in the name of the creator."

"How can this be enough!"

The female scholar said excitedly, "we also want those high God mansions to lie on our specimen planing table. Let me see if they have a heart, a soul, fear and pain, don't you think?"

"Ah? Ha ha..."

Scholars in the new era of waste land have almost fanatical confidence in themselves.

In the eyes of scholars, the civilized war, which was once close to the test of life and death, now it seems that only those pioneers who master cataclysmic weapons can easily decide each other's life and death with a button and a cataclysmic weapon.

Now all they have to do is to completely wipe out the fire of the continuation of each other's civilization on the ruins after the disaster and under the cover of hundreds of war machines, as well as the previous ridicule, conversation and entertainment.