Above the gray fog

"We have tried all the methods we can, and there is no way to remove the parasite of the supervisor. The only thing we can be sure of is that the parasites still have their own consciousness, they are just temporarily manipulated."

"The alliance wants to eliminate these parasites, isn't it..." Tushan Anni's face darkened.

"Yeah." Huang Liu nodded slightly and said, "Supervisors are clustered life, an existence that we cannot understand. If we don't eliminate the group of parasites now, the parasites will only accumulate more, which will bring greater risks."

"Where is Changsheng?" Tushan Anni asked again.

Huang Liu looked out the window, "We should have arrived at the void left by the destruction of Virgo, and the battlefield is also there."

"Pah!" The table broke into pieces under Tushan Anni's palm, "Did you send him to the battlefield?"

"Huang Liu! I'll settle accounts with you when you come back!" Tushan Anni glanced at Huang Liu coldly and pulled out the dagger inserted in the void.

"Where are you going?" Huang Liu saw this and hurriedly grabbed Tushan Anni.

"Go and bring back my sister's only offspring. How old is he and what is his strength? You send him to the battlefield? You are a really competent uncle! If Changsheng has an accident, Lin Shan will die with regret!" Tushan Anni was about to leave.

"Don't be impulsive." Huang Liu transformed into a human form and pressed Tushan Anni on the chair.

The next second, a dagger was directly pressed against the back of Huang Liu's neck, and a tiny thread of blood flowed.

A cold voice sounded behind Huang Liu's ears, "Don't stop me, I won't agree to let Changsheng go to the battlefield!"

Feeling Huang Liu's force backwards, Tushan Anni quickly retracted the dagger.

Huang Liu grabbed her with his backhand and pressed her down on the chair again, "Can't you just listen to what I have to say?"

"It was Changsheng who secretly followed the human army. I just got the news not long ago." Huang Liu sat opposite and drank the cup of tea that had been spilled several times. "Anyone can go to the battlefield of Virgo, except the gods. The resentment generated by the trillions of parasites in the three large domains will directly devour the gods. The only way to deal with such a large number of enemies is to use more."

"Changsheng is only a sequence 9, and that place is a meat grinder! You don't care if he sneaks away?" Tushan Anni slapped the table again, "I'll bring Changsheng back, don't talk anymore!"

Huang Liu sighed and asked, "Whose son is Changsheng?"

"Lin Shan." Tushan Anni stopped and glanced at Huang Liu, "What's wrong?"

"What kind of person is Lin Shan? Do you want his son to hide in your arms for life?" Huang Liu asked.

"But he only has the strength of Sequence 9. Normally, he is fine. In that battlefield, Sequence 9 is just the most basic cannon fodder. Sequence 8 can kill him with a wave of his hand..." Tushan Anni looked worried. "I originally planned to let him advance to Sequence 8 after a while, but I didn't expect this to happen..."

"Have you found the right potion?" Huang Liu was a little surprised.

"Yeah."

"No hurry. The speed of the immortals digesting potions is extremely slow. The Sequence 9 potion in his body should not have been completely digested. Hasty promotion is not a good thing." Huang Liu stood up and walked behind Tushan Anni, pinching her shoulders. "Changsheng has been to the clan hall of the human race and should have obtained a lot of opportunities. This time he goes out to digest it."

Tushan Anni opened Huang Liu's hand, "I'm a little uneasy."

After saying this, Tushan Anni disappeared directly on the spot.

Looking at the empty chair, Huang Liu sighed softly.

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In the void where the original virgin is, endless wars continue to burn in the vast universe.

"Charge!" Voices passed through the void and vibrated in the communication system of each warship. These voices belonged to creatures of various shapes, skin colors and languages, and they carried the future of their respective tribes.

"Kill! Protect our tribe! Protect our civilization!!!" The warriors on the battlefield, whether they were flesh-and-blood superhumans or cold combat robots, were fighting for a common goal - to eliminate the parasites.

War is bloody. It does not pay attention to gorgeous words, only the alternation of life and death. The superhumans release powerful forces. Between their hands, they exude the power to destroy the planet. Tens of billions of combat robots and puppets are like a torrent, endlessly rushing towards the parasite army.

On this battlefield, there is no winner, only a contest between survival and destruction. The flames of nuclear bombs bloom in the starry sky. Under every brilliant light spot, tens of millions of lives are evaporated.

The length of the entire battlefield is extremely vast, spanning thousands of light years. Endless creatures are like two groups of black fog that are constantly intertwined in this void.

The fragility of life is magnified at this moment. The smell of blood and fire mixed with the smell of metal and gunpowder smoke, forming a tragic and shocking picture. Young soldiers grow up here, drawing strength from artillery fire and death, and the fallen heroic souls have become memories in the hearts of future generations.

Countless war robots tore a gap in the "black fog" composed of parasites, and a team composed of qualitative changes moved forward along this gap.

There are enemies on all sides. Their speed is not fast, and they just dodge when they encounter enemies. Although they can clear an area with a wave of their hands, they can no longer bear more resentment after killing tens of billions of lives. Continuing to kill will only be eroded by resentment, and they may even attack their companions in return.

The metamorphosis in this team is composed of warriors from different galaxies and different races.

However, in this huge battlefield, even the strongest team seems insignificant.

Soon, this team was submerged, and the torn area was quickly filled, as if the group of metamorphosis had never come.

A corner on the edge of the battlefield.

"Changsheng, are you okay?" Fan Xiaoxiao, holding a large sword flashing blue light, cut the parasites besieging Lin Changsheng in half.

"It's okay, there is a strong breath over there, let's stay away." Lin Changsheng said panting.

"These damn bugs actually parasitized so many people!" Chen Wuwei cursed inwardly, his hand holding the Moon Wheel Knife kept shaking, and his whole body was soaked in blood.

Chen Bufan waved his hand to ignite more than a dozen parasites approaching, clearing a gap, but it was soon filled again.

"I'm almost at my limit." Chen Changsheng panted heavily. He looked around and saw the robot army in the distance surging like a tide. The explosion of each nuclear bomb was like a star blinking.

The scale of this battlefield was so large that even the largest spacecraft was just dust on it.

"Is the amount of source material enough?" Fan Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's still a little short, but it's almost enough to rush out from here!" Chen Changsheng touched the cloth bag hanging around his waist.