Chapter 2901

"Well, his body seems to be changing."

Hally nodded, but with her big eyes, she found a black hole under the bald man's body. Many black sharp claws protruded from the hole, as if to catch him.

"It's a tunnel to the underworld. Spartans are always alive and dead. Don't worry about them." Su Ming took the blue and golden sword back into his pocket and patted it with satisfaction: "it's not enough to have the Olympus sword. I have to find something else."

The plan of the death knell is to collect a bunch of weapons, find a good blacksmith, and use these collected artifacts to upgrade their own God killer.

The current situation of the God killer is that it is not powerful enough, but it can transform at will, which is the best. It can change the electric drill, the sewer dredger, the impact drill and the electric stick. Even the little cousin shakes his head and is afraid to see it.

Using a morph weapon can be a few tenths of a second faster than changing a weapon from your pocket. In many cases, this insignificant time difference can determine a lot of things.

Besides, there is a bloodthirsty soul among the God killers. Although it is a little retarded, it is even like a beast, unable to communicate effectively, which can't be compared with the cloak of magic float.

But is it a kind of artifact? If you put it in the universe of cultivating immortals, it's also a good base for advanced weapons. Even the foundation of the night sword can't be compared with it.

Even if the bloodthirsty weapon consciousness is a wolf, it's also a wolf raised by Su Ming. After using it for so long, it's a little emotional.

Standing on the high platform between the two people talking, Kratos's body was dragged away by the black claws, leaving only a pool of blood.

"You said that his future son is the God of war. Shall we go to the future?" Harry scratched her head, and the red and blue horse's tail swayed. Now there was no one alive in the city, only the sound of buildings collapsing and fires burning.

She doesn't like the quiet atmosphere. If she can choose, she prefers a lively nightclub or disco.

"There's no need for that. The story of the future concerns the Warner Protoss. I have everything they have, and it's better, so let's move on to another universe." The knell struck the side of his helmet: "adjutant, send it. According to the plan, go back to the omnipotent universe of marvel, inform the first fleet, the second fleet is on standby, and sepulk adjusts the channel."

"I see, sheriff. Good luck."

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This is an age of cruelty. The universe has ushered in endless darkness. There is little hope for the future. But for those who are used to wandering on the dangerous blade, this is also the best time.

War, plunder, destruction, rebirth.

Everything has always been, and everything has value.

Fulanluo, the grassland planet, was once on the edge of being forgotten by people. It is not a strategic place, and there are no valuable resources.

The race living here is a kind of dwarf, with a long pink nose. It looks like an upright elephant. When the wind blows across the grassland in spring and autumn, many of them will shed pink snot.

There are not many indigenous people on the whole planet. They live by animal husbandry. The animals they raise look like pigs, but they have black and white patterns and long noses.

People and their livestock live in houses built of loess, where the sky is often covered with sand due to the development of animal husbandry.

All in all, it was a peaceful planet in the past, but it was overthrown by new archaeological discoveries recently.

I don't know when a groundless news began to circulate between bounty hunters and intelligence dealers.

It is said that fulanluo used to be the parent star of an ancient super empire. After the fall of that empire, nature reshaped the planet's landscape and gave birth to new species.

In the interior of this planet, there are treasures that can't be imagined by any creature's brain, which are enough to buy the wealth of the galaxy, weapons that can be used to rule the universe, elixirs that can make people soar, mysteries of transcendence, and so on.

No one has seen those things, but the rumor goes that everyone has seen them.

So more and more people visit the planet that no one cares about on weekdays. There are all kinds of people.

The Imperial stormtroopers in white armor line up to enter the town, two mysterious men in brown cloaks take advantage of the night, and the well-equipped man lodas, wearing their alloy helmets, watch the passers-by coldly.

In addition to these guys with armed forces, there are also garbage collectors carrying large and small bags who come down from the passenger ship like a can of fish. As soon as they land, they kiss the earth and thank the workers who are still breathing.

There are rich people or officials who drive luxury spaceships and bring slaves and servants to play.

There are scientists or archaeologists who drive their own broken spaceships and whose glasses are thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

Prostitutes and prostitutes from the whole Star district also gather here. Where there are people, there is demand. Their business revenue here has increased several times.

Various gangs engaged in the black industry gradually appeared on this simple planet. Soon, with the support of materials and credit points, modern towns or camps took shape, alloys and various new materials replaced loess, and all kinds of aliens replaced the snotty aborigines and became the mainstream population.

The planet is busy, and all walks of life are gradually prosperous, but even so, the most popular thing on the planet is archaeology, or tomb robbery.

If you have the financial resources, you can open a spaceship. Even the most old yt-1300 cargo ship can be equipped with mining modules, and you can find a piece of dry grassland to start work.

If you don't have the conditions to try your luck, you can take the all intelligent tool or iron lift and go to the river or valley to try your luck.

There are more people involved, and soon there are various discoveries. Some small decorations or strange masks dug up can arouse the enthusiasm of businessmen. Everyone has a dream of becoming rich, but less than one can bring his discoveries back to town alive.

Many of the cultural relics were carried with fresh blood, which were taken to the shops by bounty hunters or local ruffians. When the imperial army began to purchase these cultural relics publicly, the business gradually showed signs of being monopolized by them.

Because they have endless credit points, power armor and laser guns, the black robed leader stationed in the office is still very powerful. Some people claim to have seen the handle of lightsaber under his robe.

It may be a Sith warrior, but what's right on the planet of fulanluo where all kinds of rumors are flying?

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