Just after birth, the abandoned counterattack system came

Time passes minute by minute.

An invisible and strange tacit understanding quietly spread among the eleven ant saints of the ant tribe.

They seemed to be driven by some mysterious and irresistible force.

He turned his attention to the relatively weakest ant saint.

This ant saint comes from the termite lineage and is also the only ant saint in the entire ant tribe.

Termite ants saint, first-class martial saint realm.

He has always been conscientiously protecting the termite lineage, silently dedicating his strength to the ant tribe, and has never slacked off at all.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the cold and harsh eyes as sharp as sharp blades focused on him.

The whole person instantly felt like falling into an ice cellar, and the coldness suddenly appeared from the bottom of his heart, and his face instantly turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

He shook his head desperately in panic, his trembling body and desperate eyes seemed to be talking about the fear and unwillingness deep in his heart at the top of his lungs.

He shouted at the top of his lungs at the Golden Ant Holy Lord, "No, I don't agree. I am also a first-class martial saint. Why should I die? This is unfair."

In his heart, he always regarded the Golden Ant Holy Lord as his father and other Ant Holy Lords as his brothers.

I never thought that one day I would be pushed into the abyss of death like this and become a victim of everyone.

The face of the Golden Ant Holy Lord was as gloomy as the sky that was so depressing that it was breathless before the storm came.

His eyes revealed endless helplessness and fatigue.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and depressing, as if coming from the deep valley bottom: "What do you think?"

At this moment, he was also suffering from huge torture in his heart, as if he was deeply hurt by millions of steel needles.

He is too difficult.

No matter what decision is made, it will bring indelible pain to the ant tribe.

But at this moment when it is related to the survival of the race, he has to make a difficult choice.

This is his responsibility as the Holy Lord of the Ant Tribe, and his unavoidable fate.

The termite Ant Saint was completely trapped in the abyss of despair at this time, as if it was completely swallowed by endless darkness. He didn't care whether he would offend people, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "All first-rate Ant Saints have drawn lots."

His voice echoed in this quiet and almost frozen cave. This was his last struggle in this darkness and his angry cry for the injustice of fate.

This statement comes out.

The faces of the other six first-rate ant saints instantly turned ashen.

The flames of anger burned in their eyes.

The eyes of the termite saint were filled with strong murderous intent.

They were afraid that the termite ants would make such suggestions, and drag them into this terrible life and death decision together.

I am really afraid of anything and come.

At this moment, they hated the termite saint very much.

If you die, just go to die.

Why do you still need to implicate others?

It's extremely selfish.

And the six ant saints who were above the first-grade ant saints were secretly relieved.

The Golden Ant Holy Lord frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he nodded slowly and said, "Okay, you seven first-grade ant saints have drawn lots."

"Holy Lord!!!"

The six first-rate ants who were pulled into the water by the termite ants saints were instantly out of control. Their voices were filled with shock and anger, and the sound seemed to be the roar of a wounded beast.

They shouted loudly, trying to get the Golden Ant Holy Lord to change his mind.

"Okay, that's the decision." The Golden Ant Holy Lord made the final decision, and his voice was unquestionable majesty, which was the verdict of fate.

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Ant Holy Lord prepared seven paper balls.

His movements were slow and heavy, and every piece of paper seemed to weigh billions of pounds in his hands.

After all, this is the life of an ant saint, and it is not bad.

Then, he used his powerful immortal willpower to completely isolate these paper balls from the external induction, allowing the seven first-rate ant saints to start catching.

At this moment, the entire cave seemed to be frozen by time, so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground could be heard clearly, as if the whole world had held its breath, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The heartbeat of each ant saint seemed to be infinitely amplified in this silence, like a heavy war drum, beating their hearts, filling them with fear and anxiety.

Their eyes were staring at the paper balls, which was the master of their destiny and their most feared nightmare.

Finally, the result came out.

Termite Ant Saint trembled his hands and slowly opened the paper ball in his hand. When he saw the eye-catching word "death" on it, his whole person felt as if he was struck by lightning, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body in an instant, leaving only an empty hole. The body of

His face instantly turned as if dead, his eyesIt was filled with despair and incredible, as if in front of him, the whole world had collapsed.

Why is fate so unfair to him?

Why is it still him?

These questions were constantly repeated in his heart, but he could never find the answer and could only sink into this endless despair.

At this moment, the termite ant saint was completely desperate. His body trembled slightly, as if he had used all his strength in his body, and he slowly said, "Holy Lord, please take care of the termite lineage."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes and resolutely chose to commit suicide.

His body slowly fell down like a withered leaf, looking so desolate and helpless in this dark cave, as if it was the last ridicule of this world for him.

Flowers in the field bloom, and the saints fall.

"Smack sex..."

A crisp clapping sounded suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Tsk tsk tsk...... Not bad, not bad, Jin Ant Holy Lord, you cheated so much."

"Termites and Ant Saints, it's a bit unfair to die."

The sarcastic voice of the Heavenly Soul Saint came slowly, and his words were like the cold wind, stinging the hearts of every ant saint, as if they were sprinkling salt on their wounds.

Hearing the sarcastic words of the Heavenly Mechanic Soul Saint, an angry flame instantly ignited in the heart of the Golden Ant Holy Lord, but in the face of the powerful strength of the Heavenly Mechanic Soul Saint, he dared not speak out.

His fists were tightly clenched, his nails almost embedded in his palms, and blood slowly oozed out from his fingers, as if it was his inner anger.

Isn't it all you forced? You say I'm insidious now?

However, under this strong pressure, he could only bury this anger deeply in his heart, like a wounded beast, able to lick his wound alone.

At this time, the Blood Sea Martial Saint who had been silent spoke, "The Heavenly Secret Soul Saint is dead, can you talk about it?"

"sure."

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