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at the same time.

Except for some of the thousands of blood eruptions that spewed out of the blood nest of the Doraqi tribe, most of them were lost in the great sadness and anger of the artist's death.

They even think this is the chaos caused by the painter, and an inevitable war has finally begun.

As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Doraqi has been waiting for this day!

He has known the artist's heterogeneous claims a long time ago.

But the special status of the painter did not dare to act rashly. On the one hand, because the painter’s huge reputation in the brood is equivalent to all the “mothers” of blood, on the other hand, because he has not yet condensed enough prestige, he still He didn't build a temple and became a mansion, he was just a prophet and elder.

Ansel painter is like a monster who can't get in. Doragie has already lost his patience in the long negotiations.

This tribe must fight a thorough war.

The victorious side will determine the future history of this tribe, whether to build a temple or leave here to find illusory hope, it is in this battle.

Doraqi was very confident that he would be the winner.

The pinnacle bottleneck of evolution made him initially perceive the existence of the power of law, which is a majestic power that it cannot describe in words. In front of it, he is so humble and small, it seems that he only needs to master a little of it. With insignificant power, he can despise sentient beings.

In this way, he finally understood that those divine residences before the catastrophe were irresistibly powerful.

Such strength is here!

As long as he gathers enough faith and belief and casts the divine body, he can achieve a qualitative leap. How can this prevent him from having extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the illusory legend of the painter?

but now!

In the chaos, Dorach was shocked to discover that the chaos in the brood did not originate from the painter, but because the painter was assassinated and killed by an unknown intruder?

This made Doraqi feel a little unbelievable for a while.

Losing the obstacles of competitors, oneself will be able to unify the brood peacefully!

After a short surprise, Doraqi was suddenly shrouded in coldness. He remembered the explanation that the other party insisted on leaving the place of night during the confrontation with the painter.

"Could it be that the invaders are humans of Aurora?"

Thinking of this, Doraqi's heart suddenly disappeared.

For thousands of years, the human Vatican of Aurora has made many expeditions to the nightfall at any cost. Although it has never really succeeded, it has brought indelible trauma here. Almost all blood animals regard human beings as the enemy of life and death.

If it is at this moment, the weakest moment of the night, those humans invade...

Thinking of this, Dolaqi's face darkened.

If anyone is nearby at this moment, you will find that the prophet Doraqi, whom everyone admires in the brood, is actually similar to the image of a Teddy dog ​​that was the favorite of the upper-class ladies of the Principality, under the brown curly hair. , The young body looks so cute and innocent.

but.

This little blood cat, like a teddy dog, had dark red eyes with a terrifying and evil light.

The circles of energy magnetic field, like the substance, spread in all directions.

It stared at the figures that had fled to the depths of the blood mist. Although they could no longer see their full picture, Doraqi could clearly perceive that these invaders were definitely not blood-derived from other tribes, but some kind of relationship with their mothers. An unknown alien in the nest forest.

"Pay the painter and kill them all!"

Amid the roar of Doraqi, the overwhelming blood rushed out of the brood and chased into the depths of the mist.

The blood brood nest resembling a mountain of flesh, thousands of blood brooding like bees, surging out from various holes, chasing invaders from all directions in irritability and anger.

Without the brood creatures blocking them, their speed is undoubtedly much faster.

...

Woo.

The eternal storm of death is like the wailing of the devil.

The manic power of Alpha is raging, even if it is just a small gravel, under that terrible storm speed, it will contain devastating destructive power, which is enough to kill any low-level creature that is not protected by the law.

What's more terrifying is.

Even in the long process of evolutionary adaptation, the creatures that grew up in the Alpha Death Storm, even if they barely adapt to this terrible **** environment, their brains, spirits and souls will be derived from the fifth level of another continent tens of thousands of years ago. The power of the lighthouse civilization has lost the possibility of the birth of wisdom, and has become a beast that only knows killing and instinct.

In the storm, only a very small number of specially mutated Xingyun guys, or those who have evolved to a legendary level in the muddle, can accidentally give birth to wisdom.

They are the tomb guards of the civilized cemetery, the tears of extinct creatures on the mainland.

This is a metal fortress with a diameter of about one hundred and fifty meters. With the support of powerful energy, it is the most powerful platform for war. It resolutely floats in the death storm and resists the wild violence of nature.

It embodies the wisdom and wealth of tens of thousands of anthropologists, and is the pride of a generation of anthropologists.

The sky fortress is in the shape of a hemisphere.

The lower part of the fortress is assembled from a high-strength alloy shell, which looks like a rectangular metal bowl, while the upper part of the fortress is a taboo protective cover supported by the high tower of the internal war, sheltering the relatively narrow platform inside. Scholars walking.

"Hey, Danny, today should be the third day of the Explorer mission, right?"

A male scholar took the initiative to speak up, and said to the female scholar who was staring at the death storm outside the protective shield.

There are not a few scholars walking on the platform at this moment.

They looked at the turbulent yellow world that was raging outside the protective cover, without any worries. There were even elegant scholars holding open-air ballrooms, and some were lying on the lawn reading.

After experiencing many hardships, the academic community has initially grasped the power to change and reignite catastrophes, embark on a brand-new civilization process, and get rid of what was once backward, especially after the collapse of the Holy See. The wild horse has ushered in the second golden age of technology explosion, and rapid progress is taking place every day.

"Well, it's the third day."

The female scholar turned around and saw no worries on her face, as if the war was only destroying a piece of insects, and she only needed to press the shutter of insecticide a few times.

She asked to send: "It's strange, I miss the Holy See a little bit now. If those god-stick lunatics are still there, knowing that we have actually wiped out the blood in the land of night where they have been facing for thousands of years, I don't know what the expression is?"

When the male scholar heard this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com couldn't help but sneered: "Hahahaha, I think they will definitely tie up the guys who burned the ancestors to explore the truth, and confess the crimes they have committed. Then add the myths about the sages of academia in the "Sacred Code". After all, those **** clubs like to excuse themselves and pronounce themselves innocent in the name of the creator."

"How is this enough!"

The female scholar said excitedly: "We also want those high-rise divine residences to lie on our specimen planing table, let me see if they have a heart, a soul, fear and pain, do you think? "

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha……"

Scholars in the new era of Wasteland have almost fanatical confidence in themselves.

Once in the eyes of scholars, the civilized war was almost a test of life and death. Now it seems that those pioneers who have mastered catastrophic weapons only need a button, a catastrophic weapon, to easily determine the life and death of the opponent.

What they have to do now is to completely wipe out the flames of the continuation of the other's civilization on the ruins after the disaster, under the cover of hundreds of war machines, and the ridicule, chatting, and pastime before that.