The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Lying on the messy ground, looking up at the Universe warships that are fast shuttle in space.

Recalling the information I heard before.

Feeling the continuous ups and downs...

Hood, who was a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, felt that he was a bit uncomfortable...

Especially the inexplicable missing things in his memory made him deeply confused.

In his mind.

Have a clear concept of parents.

For example: Everyone will definitely have the existence of parents, not an individual who appears out of thin air.

And the large number of children crying around holding their elders also confirmed this point.

But now, he has forgotten who his own parents are, and also forgot which of his elders are still alive.

All the information and memories in it have been completely erased...

who am I?

Where am i?

What should I do?

These classic questions kept echoing in his mind.

Accompanied by it.

There is also an inexplicable hatred.

That is his various basic cognitions and the emotions that he gave him.

A certain force wiped out all his elders, and he should hate each other.

But there is nothing more specific.

He couldn't even tell him why he wanted to hate each other.

Because, he now has all the memories of his elders.

Not even the slightest impression.

And how can something that doesn't even have an impression affect his heart?

Therefore, he only knows now, that is the hatred that should exist.

That is the hatred that the younger generation should feel after the elders are erased...

However, that is also a confused hate.

Overwhelmed hate.

Full of empty hate.

This kind of distorted and complicated emotions, which are both unclear and unclear, is how Hood feels at this moment.

For the world at this time, Hood is already a rootless man.

Become someone who shouldn't exist.

His ancestors have been completely wiped out by [The Tribulation of the Past].

Under the influence of his grandmother's refutation, he himself should be wiped out by the power of time.

But under the technology of [Glory Eye Civilization] that is far beyond common sense, [Time and Space Stability Anchor] forcibly retained him.

To save him from the influence of his grandmother's refutation, he did not disappear completely, only a relatively insignificant memory...

But even so, the impact of this kind of thing on him is still beyond addictive.

Now, he doesn't even have the household register to prove his identity, he belongs to the kind of black household who can't find such a person...

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Shortly after.

While Hood was still lying on the ground, he continued to doubt his life.

Very suddenly.

A certain warship in space directly faced the planet Hood and the others were on, shooting out a dark green light with a diameter of several hundred meters.

However, its existence did not cause any damage.

On the surface of the planet, the countless messy and dilapidated scenes, on the contrary, started a magical automatic recovery at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That scene is just like the so-called reverse flow of time.

The broken bricks floated up by themselves, and once again condensed into a wall.

The trees that fell on the side of the road also automatically returned to their original positions, and countless broken fibers were reconnected again, and on the outside, they looked as vibrant as they used to be.

even.

Even the broken corpses on the ground, due to the characteristics of that power, opened their own eyes a little unclearly, and each of them showed a confused look, completely not understanding what happened just now.

Only those things that have been completely deleted from the information and records, have not been restored to the original.

At this moment.

Hood, whose injuries have been healed, stood on a clean and complete modern street, watching the cheers of countless people holding the resurrected dead, and watching the families who were intact again...

His face.

Some are just confused and at a loss.

It seems to be incompatible with everything...

It is also at this time.

In the blue sky, a huge black metal battleship thousands of kilometers long slowly descended.

Accompanied by a word that everyone can understand.

"We are a subsidiary civilization of the noble [Glory Eye Civilization]-[Fatuopu Civilization]. We also adjusted the time record of this planet and restored it to its original appearance. Now, in order to cope with the [past] The Tribulation] and the threat of the [Future Tribulation], we will follow the instructions of the great [Glory Eye Civilization-First Archon-Lord Eckerd] and select qualified members from among you. Training and transformation will enable you to face future threats more or less independently..."

"So, for now, individuals who are interested in participating in training and transformation, please go to the designated locations to register in an orderly manner."

"Subsequently, we will use special equipment to detect qualified persons..."

In those words, there was nothing too esoteric.

The content is very simple.

And after hearing it clearly.

Many guys who felt their own smallness and fragility due to the life-and-death crisis just now had their eyes brightened, and they seemed quite moved.

As for whether the other party will harm yourself?

That's no one to worry about...

after all.

Take the condition of this planet.

No matter how you look at it, it's not worth the other party's intention to seek anything...

Looking at the people who were moving and intending to register, Hood, who was still in the confused stage, after thinking about it, without any extra hesitation, directly headed towards the designated registration site decisively.

I don't know what to do anyway.

Therefore, he doesn't care about any gains or losses, he just wants to find something to do...

at the same time.

On that battleship.

The commander with three heads looked at the various phenomena on the planet without paying any attention to his expressions.

It's like looking at a group of ants.

In fact, there is really no difference.

For the [Fatuopu Civilization] who can create sub-universes at will.

The civilization on this planet is no different from ants.

Any civilian among them can destroy the Galaxy here.

and.

It's as simple as pushing blocks.

In the end, the commander just shook his head and said casually:

"I really don't know what cultivation value these ignorant natives can have..."

After that, he turned his head and began to order other things to his subordinates.

"Many of the dimensions and dimensions of this space-time are in a state of waste. In order to avoid unnecessary waste, you should explore and see if there is anything worth using..."

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