Bright Era

Seeing Yamel's expression of resignation, the Lord of Howl grinned again and smiled grimly. He twisted his huge body with satisfaction, turned around slowly, and crawled towards a beehive nearly 100,000 meters high in the distance. As he crawled, he slowly said: "Then, honorable guests, please come with me. We are already ready, we just lack a little bit of power."

Panting deeply, the Screaming Lord continued slowly: "We have been preparing for many years, and we have been prepared. But we have been busy breeding offspring these years, and we have spent too much life and energy. If we were here Too much effort is spent on each matter, and we will not have enough strength to meet the challenges that follow."

Yamel said solemnly: "So, you think of us?"

The Screaming Lord stopped, turned his head and took a deep look at Yamel, then slowly shook his head: "There was another candidate, but you happened to meet. And you are more suitable than the one we originally planned. So I came to you."

Yamel was originally curious about who these bugs were originally candidates, but after thinking about it, he felt that this question was meaningless, so he simply shut his mouth. His heart was full of anger. These insects had actually learned to cheat people, which was beyond their imagination. But just as the Lord of Screaming said, he will be at ease if he comes. He wants to see what these big reptiles want to do.

The enlightenment of the gods is not an object that can be deceived at will.

All the way forward, the juvenile bodies gradually became fewer and fewer, and the adult bodies had more and more fallen gods, and their strength became stronger and stronger. Those juveniles crawling all over the ground, many of their strengths are even comparable to ordinary bugs in the ground world. The slightly larger ones have the ability to kill a human alone, and the slightly harder carapace, they have comparable strength. The strength of the status fighter.

As for the fallen gods of adult bodies, their weakest and weakest also possess saint-level combat power. As their size increases, their strength soars. When Yamel and the others come to the huge beehive, they will gather together. The fallen gods with weird shapes here have generally reached the level of mid-high-level or even high-level gods.

Dozens of lower bodies resemble hornets, but their upper bodies resemble those of the orc fox clan, but the upper body has no skin, but a strange fallen **** covered with a scarlet carapace suspended above this hive. Six pairs of arms and legs were born in their upper body. Now each pair of arms and legs is holding a strangely shaped weapon, and their strength has reached the half-step master **** level.

Dozens of half-step master gods, this power is considered to be an astonishing strength in any protoss in the ground world.

The Lord of Screaming pointed at these foxes disapprovingly, and said disapprovingly: "A group of children are so-so, but very ignorant. They only know to provoke right and wrong all day long. Hey, I don’t know if they are on the battlefield. How many survived. But no matter what, even if each of them only kills a million humans, their sacrifice is worthwhile!"

Diogo clicked his mouth and looked at the foxes thoughtfully. A bizarre creature with a half-step main **** level, is their value just killing a million humans? If this is the case, the Azer Protoss or other Protoss will be happy to use hundreds of millions and billions of believers to exchange children with them.

To the gods of the major protoss, the lives of ordinary believers are worthless. For the fallen gods, they themselves are of little value.

A huge hole cracked silently from the main body of the hive, and the Lord of Howl twisted his huge body and led Yamel and his party into the hive. The tunnel inside this honeycomb is like a human intestine. The scarlet tunnel is soft, constantly squirming, and a lot of mucus is constantly secreted. Such an environment made Diogo feel unbearable, but when the Lord of Screaming arrived here, it seemed that his spirit and spirit had suddenly grown a lot taller.

The Lord of Screaming whose voice became particularly loud laughed loudly: "Come and meet a group of my old friends. They and I have been suppressed here at the same time. Over the years, I have been in charge of external affairs, and they have all reproduced wholeheartedly. Descendants. They have lost a lot of strength, otherwise, you won't need your help this time!"

At the end of the tunnel is a huge flesh-red hall, with countless odd-shaped sarcomas constantly bulging and denting from the slippery flesh-wall. In the hall within a radius of tens of miles, thousands of weird fallen gods were standing or lying lazily, and the aura on their bodies appeared to be extremely disordered and weak.

The Lord of Screaming had just entered the hall, and a fallen **** who was born 90% similar to a dragonfly, with twelve huge transparent wings on his back, flew over lightly. This fallen **** with a body length of 100 meters shook his arms and feet lazily, much sharper than a blade, and his huge compound eyes glanced at Yamel and them.

"Master of Screaming, is this the helper you got? Well, it's not a human being, that's great!"

Thousands of fallen gods, who were sealed here after the Primordial Gods battle, raised their heads at the same time, and their stern eyes swept over to Yamel and them one by one, and the bold Diogo was suppressed by their gazes and his whole body stiffened for a long while. Don't dare to move. Hearing the words of the big dragonfly, Diogo suddenly turned up all kinds of suspicions in his heart.

Yamel and the others seem to be normal humans. Although their strength is very strong, why do the Lord of Screaming and these fallen gods say that they are not humans? Diogo thought this was a weird thing and needed careful consideration.

"Yes, my brothers and sisters, they are the helpers I invited." The Lord of Screaming slowly crawled to the center of the hall, and said as he walked: "They are the notorious gods of the world on the ground. The elders, they have been the target of the gods for countless years, so they are still reliable."

"You can also feel that they used some kind of evil method to transform them into a kind of strange life form. They are not humans, nor are any biological groups we know. That's how it is, they are not humans. So we can trust them!"

The fallen gods ‘tweeted’ to discuss, but it was clear that the Lord of Screaming had a great influence among them, so soon they all shut up, and one by one gave way to the center of the hall. After the fallen gods, who were huge in their bodies and looked like tauren in their upper body, but were born like scorpions in their lower body, Yamel and the others saw a strange thing.

It should be a tool similar to the alchemy wizard, a black metal pillar with a diameter of more than 100 meters and a height of hundreds of meters. Countless red blood vessels and other inexplicable pipes plunged deeply into this metal pillar, and were tightly connected with the other meat-walls of the hall. A red liquid is constantly flowing in the pipe, making a slight "cooing" sound from time to time.

On the ground around the metal pillars, countless extremely thin red lights outlined a huge magic circle. Yamel and the others can clearly identify the effect of this magic circle. There are a total of thirty-six main magic nodes on him. This is a magic circle specially used to absorb and transmit magic power. As long as these thirty-six magic powers Inject energy into the node, and he can provide the required magic power for that metal pillar.

It's a simple magic circle, but looking at the weird metal pillar, the red meat-wall that is constantly squirming around, and the way they were swept here by the screaming lord with the weird wormhole magic circle, Yami How could they dare not approach this magic circle.

Even a simple magic circle that instills magic power may have various traps. For example, once Yamel and the others input magic power, they will no longer be able to get rid of the shackles of the magic circle, and will eventually be sucked out of all the power and spirit in the body. This kind of magic trap has appeared countless times in history, the gods The elders of Zhiqi have also set up countless such damaging traps in their secret research rooms.

"This magic circle!" Yamel looked at the Lord of Screaming coldly.

"This magic circle is to provide our'Lord of the Earth' with enough power!" The Lord of Howl smiled and looked at Yamel: "It needs thirty-six higher god-level existences to provide all the power, and a steady stream of power is needed. Enough strength can meet the needs of the Lord of the Earth. Apart from that, he has no other effects and will not harm your hair."

"But..." Yamel wanted to say something.

"We Zergs are all straight intestines, we never play with twists and turns!" The big dragonfly flew over lightly, and spit out his sharp mouthparts in an intimate manner, gently rubbing against Yamel's shoulder. Click: "We can swear that this magic circle will not cause any harm to your body. If you are still unwilling to help, then we will kill you!"

As soon as the words of the big dragonfly uttered, thousands of fallen gods in all directions, who were at least the main god-level strength before being sealed, stood upright or flew high in the sky. The terrifying and evil wave of magic power enveloped the entire hall, forcing Yamel and the others to have a little difficulty even breathing.

The wise Yamel quickly thought of an old oriental proverb, "A good man does not eat his immediate loss", so he immediately raised his staff and shook it slightly: "Then, please swear your oath, and we are happy to help you. The Lord of the Earth provides energy. Of course, I hope that after helping you, we can get enough... in return!"

The Lord of Howl screamed in a low voice, and the vicious fallen gods bowed their heads one after another, and then used the souls of their ancestors one by one to swear the most vicious soul vows in the name of the origin of their own race.

Yamel and his companions glanced at each other, they nodded helplessly, designated the weakest 35 companions and Diogo to stand on the weird magic circle. Diogo's face turned black, he looked at Yamel and the others angrily, really wishing to throw them all into his mouth and chew them to pieces.

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