global animal age

When he first started to break the world barrier, he felt that there were two internal resistances gathering the power of the entire world to resist him. Now it seems that it is undoubtedly the world tree and the long green dragon.

Compared to the long green dragon, he cares more about the vitality of the World Tree!

"Attack! Whoever gives me the heart of that giant tree, I will satisfy his condition!"

When the crack was wide enough to allow Space Fortress's legions to enter, Arido let out a loud roar.

The sound spread throughout the space fortress and every corner of the world of Namek, spreading farther and farther into the surrounding star realms.

The promise of a fourth-level knight is not made lightly. In other worlds, this is equivalent to divine grace. This sentence is actually said to all the third-level knights and arcana masters within the space fortress.

Only they can take down the World Tree, which is at the peak of the third-level creature's strength and is enhanced by the will of the world.

As for the divine dragon that contains a powerful soul aura and is vaguely stronger, it will naturally be Monteiro's trophy. This is an arrangement that all Ao Ling has already made.

Aridodo didn't need to follow up with orders. When the crack was large enough for the space fortress to pass through, the fortress carrying millions of legions suddenly rushed towards the center of the crack after a burst of light blue light.

When approaching the center of the crack, the doors of the space fortress were already opened.

Countless slave creatures with strength above level one spewed out, followed by countless knights.

As for the arcane masters, it’s not yet time for them to go on an expedition.

Although Aristotle's eyes only flashed across the sky, the indigenous people of the Namekian world remembered this ferocious sight from the bottom of their hearts.

A fear coming from the depths of their souls makes them tremble.

…

Namek, one of the three continents, Qinglin Continent, Gray Ming Mountain.

A burly Namekian strongman lives here in seclusion. As one of the few third-level strongmen in the Namekian world, this Namekian holds a wooden handle in his hand.

The raw material of the wooden handle is probably just the most common tree trunk. The yellowed grease on it and the rounded edges and corners show that this wooden handle was often held by its original owner.

Piccolo, an unparalleled genius in the Namek world four hundred years ago, was promoted to a first-level creature at the age of twenty, and a second-level Namek lord in less than a hundred years. He is considered the most brilliant in the Namek world.

That pearl.

His talent was so high that even the Wish Dragon was alarmed.

When everyone originally thought that Piccolo would be active in the world of Namek and continue to compose his own myth, this genius unexpectedly announced his seclusion.

This seclusion lasted for three hundred years.

After three hundred years of no contact with the outside world, no one knew that he had become a Level 3 Namekian. In terms of combat prowess alone, he was not much worse than the Great Elder of the Holy City.

But today, this proud man of the Namekian world walked out of Baiming Mountain holding his own weapon, a wooden handle that was harmless to humans and animals.

Piccolo was in a strange state at this time. It also saw the giant golden eye flashing in the sky, and also saw the growing black crack in the sky.

According to the nature of third-level creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, Piccolo should be able to run as far as he wants, but at this time, it was unconsciously rushing directly below the crack.

This is the call of the world's will, and it is the moment when every indigenous people of the Namekian world should make a contribution to the Mother Realm.

Accompanied by his unyielding fighting spirit that has dominated the world of Namek for three hundred years, Piccolo rushed towards the unknown enemy.

At this moment, countless creatures that have reached level one or above in the Namek world, whether they are living in seclusion, practicing, or leisurely basking in the sun, have forcibly broken their own state. Nothing is more dangerous than the current situation.

In the sky, countless black spots appeared, and the first batch of slave creatures released had already approached the Clothes of the World.

Most of these slave creatures were at level one or level two, and they didn't even dare to look at the Aristotle Knight who was there to open the cracks.

Having mastered the soul mark, they flocked to the world of Namek crazily.

Creatures of level one or above can already condense a layer of energy shell on their body surface. This is one of their means to withstand the world's resistance and isolate the friction and high temperature caused by falling.

Countless rays of colorful light flashed, and the slave creatures that were the first to rush out of the space fortress had already passed through the atmosphere, and the green world continent of Namek below was already open in their arms.

"roar!"

"kill!"

"ah!"

"..."

Most of these slave creatures were captured from the world enslaved by the Aura World. There are Warcraft and intelligent creatures, but they have only one identity at this time, that is, slaves.

The slave creatures, with eyes full of madness, were overwhelming and flying towards the continent below.

They have already felt the weak and trembling aboriginal people below. In their remaining rationality, these slave creatures thought that their world was once broken by the arcane masters and knights of the arcane world in this way.

Sentimentality and the sorrow of rabbits and foxes are not something that these slave creatures can enjoy. Only by listening to the arcana masters and knights who have the marks of their souls can they alleviate a little of the burning pain of their souls.

The world of Namek is too peaceful. The world of Namek has been stable for thousands of years and has never had any sense of danger. The strong clothes of the world have helped them avoid the attacks of countless powerful beings in the star realm.

The small size and erratic spatial coordinates of the miniature world also make their world unknown in the surrounding universe.

The Namekians are a species with extremely low aggression. Their desires are very simple, which is to have endless amounts of high-quality clean water and endless sunshine.

This kind of creature, except for a few individuals who are keen on latent cultivation or extremely talented, will probably be good at practicing at a low-to-mid-level level in the Mysterious World after a lifetime of hard work.

Perhaps it is for this reason that they have exceptionally pure souls and active flesh and blood.

Facing the slave legions falling from the sky like a downpour, these weak Namekians thought not of resisting, but of escaping.

The idea of ​​malice is common in all worlds in the Star Sea. No matter how simple the Namekians are, they still feel deep malice from these strange creatures with ferocious faces and terrifying auras.

"Run quickly!"

"Run!"

"..."

On the green continent below, countless Namekians can be seen with the naked eye, escaping from their tree houses and fleeing further away.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Many Namekians organized together to form a front, facing the army of slave creatures getting closer and closer to them, without even flinching.

On the mainland, more and more Namekians are gradually being organized. It is the first-level Namek City Lord and the second-level Namek Lord who are gathering their subordinates.