I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

The chemical world is collapsing.

But at this moment, the city that was originally empty became "crowded with people".

In the streets and alleys, tens of thousands of people emerged.

Countless faces, countless roars.

They make the run-down and empty city lively, and then rush to the enemies located in the city.

A few of them are strong and have a caste, but the highest cannot exceed the fourth caste, and most of them are just ordinary people.

In front of the Cyclops, they should have been as weak as a group of ants. As long as the Cyclops breathed lightly, no matter how many ordinary people or low castes, they would be like sand, and it would be impossible to harm them. any threat.

However, all of this, the threat actually appeared and existed.

No matter how the Cyclops exerts its dark energy and spreads its perception of dark energy, it is meaningless to kill all these people. The combat power and dark energy it is proud of cannot be compared to these "people". To function, to pass through their bodies like air.

As if only its flesh and blood were effective, only its fists and body could stand against the people who filled the city.

And it can only watch these ant-like people rushing up one by one.

It's powerful.

Even if it only has a body, it is also very powerful, far stronger than human beings. With one kick, it can kick two or three people into the air, and with one punch, it can even beat a person into a pulp, no matter whether he is the first Second or third caste, no exceptions.

Just relying on bare hands, even if a right arm is broken.

It can also kill ten thousand people.

That is the innate biological advantage, the powerful ideology bred by the high caste.

But what good is that?

Because there are hundreds of thousands of people, millions of people, tens of millions of people here.

Hundreds of millions of people.

This is an ocean.

Gradually, it was swallowed by the crowd.

Ordinary people don't know how to fight, so they climb onto its body, submerge it, scratch it with their hands, gnaw it with their teeth, and scratch it with their nails.

The faces and eyes of these people are full of madness.

They have only one goal and that is to kill it.

Because they were already dead.

There were also people lingering around Su Chen.

They have people Su Chen knows and has met, and there are people Su Chen has never known.

They nodded to Su Chen, or smiled, or bowed, or nodded, or opened their mouths, talking silently.

Su Chen looked at them, surrounded by the crowd, and stood up from the ground little by little.

He raised his head and watched Park Zhixiu rushing towards the Cyclops with the somewhat timid Xie Guoan.

She was still so youthful and full of vigor, dressed in casual clothes, bouncing forward, seemed to have noticed Su Chen's gaze, and waved vigorously at Su Chen following all the way.

Song Yu followed behind them with a wry smile, and also turned around, showing a calm smile to Su Chen.

Chris, who was standing beside her, shouted something.

Su Chen read his lips.

That's probably...

Show me my family.

Su Chen felt as if someone patted his shoulder, so he turned his head and saw Wang Li's face approaching.

The young soldier also smiled silently and said, "Mr. Su, you are really amazing."

A big hand stretched out from behind and rubbed Wang Li's head vigorously. It was Su Wenhao who came over. He pointed to the tall Cyclops in the distance and said with a smile, "Go, rush, kill that guy. Don't let it kill our Mr. Su. Come on, follow my battalion commander, he is there! He is there!"

He dragged the reluctant Wang Li away.

Behind them, Su Chen saw her younger sister, holding the candy she bought for her in her arms, looking at the Cyclops viciously, and muttering strange words: "I'll beat it for you, brother!" , no one can bully you, brother..."

Su Chen's father and mother chased after her.

"Slow down..."

"This child..."

Turning her head, Su Chen saw an old man with a stubble squatting in front of her. He looked a bit wretched and didn't look very brave.

He squatted in front of Su Chen, tilted his head and looked at him: "You are Su Chen? Why don't you stand up? You have to live well! Don't you know me?"

As he spoke, he shook his head regretfully, stood up, turned his head and rushed towards the Cyclops over there.

Su Chen was stunned for a long time before recalling.

It turned out that the person was Fang Zhengting.

Su Chen remembered his name, stumbled forward, chased the voice in front, and shouted: "I remember you, I remember you—Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang...wait for me, you guys Wait for me..."

However, in the blink of an eye, Teacher Fang was also submerged in the crowd.

Su Chen fell to the ground again, and he looked around.

The smile on the Cyclops' face was gone.

I don't know when, he already had tears streaming down his face.

The heart in his chest was beating, Su Chen fell to the ground, with blood and tears all over his face, looking at the people around him.

Around him, thousands of people passed by, howling and rushing forward, towards the Cyclops, guarding him, guarding their...Mr. Su.

Countless faces.

Countless individuals.

Countless silent voices.

They are all people who have died in the past.

They are all ideologies that should be diffused in distant worlds.

It is that curse from the ancient and long-ago world, and that power that connects them together.

At the same time, it was they who were grateful to Su Chen, and their diffused ideology blessed him, so that they could be connected by that power.

Although the person is dead, his thoughts still exist.

They bless human beings and Su Chen.

Those who are enemies with Su Chen, they are full of resentment; those who are against Su Chen, they want to pull out their bones!

Because in their hearts, Su Chen leads mankind forward, is the future of mankind that they bless in their hearts, and is the only anchor in this world that they can rely on and rely on.

In this way, it is their last strength to be human.

That's called ideology.

That's called consciousness.

This is the so-called diversity.

That was Su Chen's "Holy Grail".

This is Su Chen's Holy Grail.

In the world of ideology, even if the Cyclops is a god, even if its soul is as huge as a towering tree, how can it fight against thousands of souls?

A mayfly can still shake a tree.

What's more, it is the great wish of all people.

In this unknown, strange planet where I don't know where.

Who said that Su Chen is the only human being?

Who said he has no comrades in arms?

Who said he was fighting alone?

Who said he was alone facing the endless wasteland and this terrifying fleet of Wardens?

This is the battlefield of countless people.

Countless people are fighting side by side with Su Chen.

That's not the curse of the Ring of Arnovar.

That is a curse originating from the roots and blood of human beings.

It is the curse of human blood.

It's the so-called curse of blood.

On the ground, Su Chen finally stood his ground. He stumbled and ran forward. In his chest, his heart was beating like a drum, and hot blood flowed to all his limbs. He raised his hand high, and the bloody crystal sword fell on him Flowing in the hands, slowly gathering.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh—"

On the earth, on the red strange planet, the roar of human beings resounded through the earth.

The roar of the crowd was silent, but Su Chen's voice was loud.

His battle cry tears the earth apart.

Countless people disappeared before his eyes, and the blood-colored crystal sword took shape inch by inch in his palm.

Thousands of people, ten thousand people, and ten thousand thoughts converge in one sword.

He walks with the sword, forward, forward, forward!

Until he came to the Cyclops and pierced its chest with a sword.

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