Grand Academy of Natural Sciences

At the junction of the peninsula continent, which is about 3 star curtain units away from the Wasteland, in an ancient battlefield wasteland called the Nightland, there lives a group of ancient creatures that lasted for nearly 20,000 years, the Blood Derivatives.

They have established a once incomparably brilliant third-level **** civilization, the night mother nest civilization.

The sky is full of ominous blood-red fog, like the endless blood in a nightmare, the pain that can never be dispelled.

This is the ancient period more than 10,000 years ago, a powerful civilization that mastered the transformation of high-purity metal ore into a nano-mechanical split catastrophe. The catastrophe destroyed the facts here, and this fertile soil that was once rich in minerals was transformed into a piece of land. Mineral barren barren land.

After the cataclysm, the blood-derived people survived by chance, and thus developed from a level 1 primitive tribal civilization to a more powerful level 3 civilization.

The progress of civilization is a process in which organisms more effectively recognize, utilize, and master the power of laws, and discover more powerful, ancient, and vast laws of order. Primitive creatures finally no longer just rely on simple biological energy, they begin to come into contact with more efficient energy.

The blood-colored mist shrouded in eternity in the sky is the oxidized metal dust that permeated the air nano-robots after the ancient cataclysm.

Thousands of years.

The blood-derived people have wanted to completely destroy the alien civilization at the end of the peninsula and establish a unified peninsula peninsula civilization, but the enemies they want to conquer are constantly changing, from Gulan to the Aurora people, they are more and more. The stronger and more difficult to conquer, the more distant the dream of the blood-derived ones, and at any time they will face unknown threats from the dark depths of the continent, just like they have experienced.

This fear of facing the destruction of unknown disasters at any time deeply tormented every blood-derived person.

finally.

this day.

At the beginning, it was just the death of a trivial rainforest, until the collapse of a blood-derived brood and extinction, then the collapse of a temple, and finally the corpse stretched out, all species disappeared like dominoes, the creatures in the land of night mass extinction began.

A terrifying shadow [Nameless] hangs over the land.

They are proud of the war legion and civilized system. They have not even been able to find the enemy, and have not fought a real war. Under the attack of an unknown weapon, they were involved in the dark vortex of death.

Decades have passed.

Many temples fell apart.

The once vast eye of the wind, the dense forest of the mother nest that gave birth to infinite vitality, has now completely collapsed. Countless blood derivatives and their mother nests have been submerged and buried by the death storm. The remaining species are less than one, and it is difficult to survive. write.

Every day, species here go extinct because of the collapse of the ecosystem's food chain.

There are hundreds of millions of blood derivatives who once stood at the top of the biological chain, but now there are not one in a hundred.

Except for those who died directly after being hit by an unknown civilization catastrophe, the vast majority of the dead blood descendants were submerged by the death storm after the collapse of the eye of the wind, as well as the continuous famine and hunger caused by food shortages for decades, and the chaotic system. brutal war with each other.

The prosperous Brood Civilization built in the Land of the Star Curtain, which was once a blood descendant, has now split into hundreds of large and small tribes, who are lingering on, waiting for a more desperate tomorrow.

These tribes, in the mother's nest nest as a unit.

Large-scale tribes, not only have mature painters in the fat blood nest, and a stable wind eye supported by the power of law, but also form a food chain that can barely maintain ecological balance, and the population of blood derivatives can reach more than 100,000. It even maintains a large-scale derivative beast war weapon that combines flesh and metal machinery!

Small tribes, the lingering blood derivatives, by plundering the mother nests of other blood derivatives, living hard, facing the powerful biological attacks that are adapting and mutating after the catastrophe at any time, wandering on the verge of extinction, even if they pray. The blessing of the temple.

The Doraqi tribe is a small and medium-sized tribe among the remaining blood-derived civilizations.

In this wind eye, which covers an area of ​​only a few hundred square kilometers, thousands of blood derivatives gathered together. They were lucky to come to this shelter in the early days of the disaster, avoiding the collapse of the wind eye supported by the fearful scorpion mother. , a fate overwhelmed by the storm of death.

After more than ten years, they barely maintained the operation of the mother hive gathering place, while burning and burying their former companions who died under the plague. Every day, their companions died because of the terrifying plague destroying their vitality.

more than ten years.

The surviving ones also seem to be gradually adapting to this terrible plague, and the number of their companions who died due to the plague is getting smaller and smaller.

Not just them.

All the surviving blood derivatives have started adaptive mutation in this terrible catastrophe. From the initial tens of thousands of endless deaths every day, now only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled slowly die. The world seems to be It gradually returned to calm and began to develop for the better.

The historical encounter and the chosen intersection of the civilization process are also quietly placed in front of this ancient civilization that has experienced wind and frost.

In the Brood Forest.

The two baskets were filled with little **** mushrooms, and they hopped back to the blood nest.

The weird mushrooms in the basket, the mushroom head is covered with dense holes, people with intensive phobia will see a shocking scene when they look at it. In the shadow of the dark holes of these mushrooms, there are countless tiny worms. , is shivering and looking out in horror.

These mushrooms are also mother nests for other microscopic creatures.

And these two little Xueyan with dark red eyes, one looks like a brown bear with a big pumpkin, and the other is a human-shaped giraffe with a black right eye rim.

They were born after the apocalypse, and they are still in their immature growth stage at this moment.

"Xiao Hui, shall we go to listen to Mr. Ansel's speech today?"

The little deer asked the little bear happily.

"Mr. Painter?"

After thinking about it for a while, the little bear finally shook his head and said, "They all say that the things that the painter Ansell said are strange, let us abandon our prayers and beliefs, and find our own strength, and they also said that we should leave our homes. , to avoid something, I don't want to leave the hive."

The Doraqi tribe still adheres to the survival mode of the blood-derived civilization before the cataclysm.

Although painters are the creators of all blood and have a special status, the rulers of civilization are the major temples and the sacrificial priests of the major temples. Therefore, in the eyes of the sacrificial people, the painter represents the old times of the old times. Power, the breeder of ethnic groups.

Although in the ancient civilization, painters were the backbone of Xueyan's resistance to the Gulan Demon, like an ant queen in an ant nest, but as Xueyan mastered more effective law weapons, he cast the law weapons of the gods with faith. Gone are the glorious days of painters.

Therefore, the Doraqi tribe at this time is facing a choice.

On the one hand, the prophet Doraqi, who has a huge influence, attempts to build a new temple with the belief of the population and master the power of the law.

On the other hand, there are Ansell painters with few followers, who preach his new ideas that are not understood by others day after day, illusory.

"But what Ansel said is really interesting!"

Xiaolu chattered and persuaded: "Yesterday he also said in the blood nest that as long as we are willing to give up the backward system and follow him to find a more effective way to control the law, we can be like those Honora scholars, relying on ourselves to get beyond nature. The power of the law no longer relies on the uncontrollable third-party divine mansion, and for this reason, he even clashed with the guards of Mr. Doracie."

The two interesting little guys gradually went away, and the jungle was calm again.

At this time.

A figure slowly walked out of the blood mist, looking at the two little bloods who were jumping away.

She is [beautiful under the moon] Lina Ya'an!

In front of her, there is a special black crystal ball floating, which is used to record the culture, geology, social structure, and civilization ecology in the eye of the wind. This is another more advanced and powerful civilization. Before destroying a backward civilization , the desired historical sociology precious materials.

And in the hands of this charming and charming female scholar, there is also a small **** corpse in the shape of a human-shaped goat.

This is exactly one year after the top ten top-secret meeting of the Windsor Academy of Sciences, riding the sky fortress war platform, not far away hundreds of millions of miles, from the land of the star screen across 3 star screen units, across the death desert area, came to The Academy Alliance Legion in the Land of Night.

The Scholar Corps has only one purpose.

With the more powerful power at his disposal, he will stifle the cradle of civilization that is about to escape or may enter the golden age of technological explosion at any time, and completely wipe out all the blood-derived demons that threaten human beings here!

"Sister is really careful, Master Lai Luo just explained a few words temporarily, but he actually asked Master Sicily for instructions, and sent a few of us to sneak into the eye of the storm before launching the cataclysm to record the social history here... With so many tribes, even if only a few medium-sized and large tribes are recorded, I don’t know how much time it will take to do this, so troublesome.”

The Human Academy Alliance, an emerging Tier 4 cataclysmic civilization on the rise.

For this emerging catastrophic civilization, destroying other civilizations is still a relatively unfamiliar behavior, and it requires them to become familiar with the process.

For this immature fourth-level civilization, due to the power of law weapons that may self-destruct at any time, the self-confidence supported by strong strength makes them look at it, and it is no longer difficult to suppress the ambition in the depths of their souls, thinking that their advanced nature will inevitably lead to infinite At the same time, they are also afraid. If they are smart, they will definitely think of the law weapons mastered by other fourth-level civilizations. Once they find themselves, they will easily cause immeasurable huge losses to themselves, and even ruin the progress of civilization.

Therefore, their desire for a breakthrough in space-time technology is almost hysterical!

Hidden in the darkness shrouded in the storm of death, relying on the curvature of space-time technology to explore the depths of more distant continents, defeat other civilizations with the same destructive ability as yourself, and bring everything possible into the golden age. Rely on the technology explosion to civilization in a short period of time. The threat of promotion is stifled in the cradle in a cheap way, gradually gaining the attention of some more powerful civilizations and guardians that they look up to, and entering the core of the world's ecological framework. This is the meaning of the existence of the fourth-level catastrophe civilization.

While Lina Yaan was complaining, with a "quack" in the jungle, a blood crow who was looking at the unfamiliar prey here was killed by her casually.

The other blood crows in a dense row on the branches suddenly dispersed in horror.

"The time is only three days, and I don't know how the mission progress of those few people is. It is not an easy task to sneak into the blood nest. It seems that the cradle of the power of law has begun to breed in the air."

While muttering to herself, the female scholar curled up and wriggled for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ turned into a goat-like little blood in her hand. Her dark red eyes burning like flames examined her appearance. After that, he nodded with satisfaction, then took a deep breath and walked towards the center of the jungle.

quack, quack, quack, quack...

A plant that looked like a bread tree, the vine leaves at the top opened violently, revealing a scarlet nest, and dozens of blood crows spewed out.

Through the branches of Yeman that are dozens of meters high, in the distance shrouded in a faint blood mist, a huge meat mountain slowly creeping like a hill gradually emerged.

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong.

All of this is telling her that this is an exotic country that is completely different from the Land of the Stars. As she gets closer and closer to the fat blood nest that is constantly wriggling like a mountain, she seems to hear a strong heartbeat. , like a huge aphid, lying on the leaf of the world, absorbing the tender juice of the power of law.

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