Chapter 517

Ziwei star, also known as emperor star.

Here is rich in resources and products, far beyond the earth.

Ziwei emperor once opened up a world of Terrans here, which was very popular for a time.

But now, the Terran situation on the purple micro star is just the opposite, which can be described as precarious.

The Terrans in their heyday have declined, as if they could not escape the cosmic rules of prosperity and decline.

Now ZIWEIXING is the world of different nationalities. There is a large Protoss here, which seems to have become the ruler of ZIWEIXING.

Here, aliens hunt and kill Terrans.

They were either killed or captured to be sold as slaves throughout the universe.

It can be said that the Terrans on Ziwei star live a mouse like life and hide everywhere.

Fear all day comes from the pursuit of Protoss and aliens.

In order to save the crisis of ZIWEIXING Terran, the remaining terran forces selected a group of people and sent them to the mountain and sea world at any cost.

Is to seek the help of the ancient people in the mountain and sea world.

At this time, there is a sea of purple dust on the purple micro star.

There is a kind of purple dust all year round, with strong toxicity. Ordinary people will be poisoned and killed immediately if they break in.

Over time, a forbidden area has been formed.

Here, few creatures come near, and once they are involved in the purple dust sea, they basically can't live.

However, such a terrible place actually hides a large number of creatures.

They are all Terrans.

Yes, the people here are the surviving humans of ZIWEIXING.

It is estimated that 35 million people will survive.

You know, in the heyday of ZIWEIXING Terran, there was a huge force with hundreds of millions of people.

Now there are only three or five million people left. It can be imagined what happened to the purple micro star Terran.

Hundreds of millions of people are extinct, leaving only millions of people, which makes people sad.

In the middle of the purple dust sea, a faint purple light curtain enveloped the area, in which a large number of earth houses and wooden houses were built.

The surviving purple osmanthus people gathered here and stayed in the restricted area.

In the central area, there is a large hall standing, giving people a kind of simplicity, dignity and atmosphere, emitting a faint purple light.

That's crape myrtle hall.

At this time, a group of crape myrtle people gathered in the hall, all of whom were the surviving high-level crape myrtle people.

"Patriarch, do you think they can succeed this time?"

An old man asked anxiously.

Others were also worried, and the atmosphere was dignified.

Sitting on the throne is the contemporary patriarch of ZIWEIXING Terran.

He shoulders the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the whole purple micro star Terran. He is under great pressure. He is not old, but his hair is white.

This is sad. The Terrans on the purple micro star can't see hope.

"Luo Ye led the team into the mountain and sea boundary, for which we paid a huge price."

"If we don't succeed this time, we will lose a lot."

A purple micro star Terran senior sighed.

"Don't worry."

Others disagree.

He said: "Luo ye took the best talent of our young generation to the mountain and sea world. Even if we can't invite the rescue of the ancient people, staying inside can continue a trace of incense blood for us crape myrtle."

"Yes, we have no way back."

"If you can't get rid of the current dilemma, you will always sink in this purple dust sea."

"We don't need foreign nations to encircle and suppress. We will all be buried in the purple dust sea."

Everyone knows the current situation very well.

The Terran situation has reached a precarious point, which can be said to be destroyed at any time.

After a long discussion, all the people looked at the patriarch above the throne.

It was a middle-aged man with a pair of pale purple eyes and a sense of dignity all over, as if he were a natural emperor.

He has the blood of the crape myrtle emperor in his body. He belongs to the direct descendants of the crape myrtle emperor, and naturally has a special temperament.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

He slowly said, "at present, the situation of our crape myrtle Terrans is very bad. The poisonous fog outside the purple dust sea has begun to erode the crape myrtle star cover. Within ten years, the defense will be broken, and everyone here will be spared."

"Therefore, I decided to find another safe habitat before the defense burst."

"We should always pay attention to the altar to see if there is any movement. The mountain and sea boundary is our only hope. If not, we will send most of the people to the mountain and sea boundary at any cost."

This decision immediately caused an uproar.

Such a decision is completely helpless. ZIWEIXING has no place for Terrans now.

Whether Protoss or other alien races, they all carry out carpet encirclement and suppression on the Terrans, killing one after another, or being arrested to be slaves.

Now crape myrtle Terrans have no power to resist and protect themselves.

Why did the crape myrtle Terrans, once powerful, fall to this stage now?

"Patriarch, are you really here?"

The old man asked with a sad face.

The middle-aged clan leader shook his head: "elder, don't blame me. I'm really powerless. The crape myrtle people have reached the time of life and death, and the destruction is in front of us."

"If you don't think about other ways out, maybe crape myrtle will be cut off."

Speaking of this, he said with a sad face: "remember, if there is no way, I will send most of the people to the mountain and sea boundary at any cost."

"There are ancient people there. It should be able to preserve the vitality of my crape myrtle line."

With that, the patriarch stopped talking.

His silence made everyone else present sad and inexplicable.

A sad atmosphere echoed in the hall.

"I want to know why crape myrtle is so strong in the past..."

"Alien, protoss, our mortal enemies..."

"God, why don't you open your eyes?"

Looking at the scene, some crape myrtle Terran old people looked sad and inexplicable.

As a patriarch, the middle-aged man felt very uncomfortable.

It's too cowardly to be the patriarch.

But the blood of crape myrtle emperor flowed in his body, and now the blood of crape myrtle is lonely and exhausted step by step in his hand, even close to extinction.

How can he face the ancestors and the crape myrtle emperor?

"Emperor, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man was distracted and muttered to himself.

He felt confused for a moment and had no direction.

Now there are foreign spies outside. Once they are found, they can immediately attract millions of foreign terrorist troops.

With the deterrence of protoss, we can't escape.

The only way is that those who enter the mountain and sea boundary to ask for help can successfully complete the task.

Only in this way can there be a glimmer of vitality.

"Report..."

Suddenly, a figure rushed in.

All the people present felt heavy and clattered, wondering if something big had happened?

"What's up?"

The middle-aged man was the first to wake up and asked with dignity.

The man took a breath and said excitedly, "patriarch, it's moving, there's moving, there's moving on the altar, there's moving on the altar."

"What?"

As soon as this word came out, the whole hall was surprised.

The middle-aged patriarch suddenly got up and looked at the messenger with surprise and joy.

"Is it serious?"

He reconfirmed it.

"Patriarch, it's true."

The Herald said excitedly, "we all saw with our own eyes that the altar has come alive and there is infinite purple light gathering."

"Great!"

The middle-aged clan leader said with an excited face, "go and have a look with me. Luo ye may have succeeded."

Then he walked out with great strides.

Behind him, the high-level Ziwei people followed up with expectation and anxiety.

A group of people rushed to an open field outside the hall.

There is a purple light gathering and condensing.