The Bald Monk in the City

　　The world is burning...

　　 The sound of warriors fighting with the "Destroyer" continued in the distance, but soon everything fell into a dead silence.

　　 The approaching death breath made the primordial fluid in my body solidify.

　　 My communication organ seems to have some kind of malfunction, it can no longer function normally.

　　 For the first time, I understood the concept of "suffocation" by those flesh and blood beings without a teacher.

　　 Yes, at that moment, Ganzemus, who doesn’t need to breathe, felt suffocated for the first time...

　　 My body is covered with deep patina-it is an extreme fear of death and destruction, and it is also a confusion for our Ganzemus family...

　　 I never thought that we would face our end in this way.

　　 Of course I know the concept of doomsday. Although our civilization appears indifferent to it, human civilization still leaves its mark.

　　 Until today, whenever I think about that day, my body still trembles uncontrollably, as if I have lost something...

　　 I know that as the new-born, the last leader of the Ganzemus tribe, many guys can't understand all of this.

　　 Yes, I am really strong now, and I can freely control 95.3% of the matter particles I know.

　　 But I know that when I flee from my plane, I must be missing something...

　　 is missing forever...

　　 In addition, there is also a planet that belongs to our Ganzemus...

　　 The "Destroyer" ate it as if it were a delicious metal core...

　　-"The Last Civilization of Ganzemus"

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　　 The universe is always permeated in the depths and chaos, and countless stars are radiating or refracting their light.

　　 And now, this planet of metal life began to burn violently!

　　 Just like at this moment, it is no longer the planet that gave birth to metal life, but is trying to twist into a miniature star.

　　 Dramatic energy fluctuations produce light and heat, penetrating the darkness of the universe, and it will travel to that distant star field, bringing them the most existing traces of this star.

　　 At this time, Yi Qiu, who had turned into an ultra-giant monk, stared lightly at the world that was being destroyed.

　　 In fact, he never thought of destroying this world.

　　Metal life is not a completely evil camp, they also have a neutral and skewed existence.

　　 However, it is clear that their camp concept is all given a certain kind of strong offensiveness when targeting the existence of a foreign land.

　　 Yi Qiu recognized their will to protect the material world, and he understood the meaning behind this aggressiveness.

　　 As for their attacks on themselves, Yi Qiu gave a normal response to the provocateurs.

　　 For the benevolent, this behavior of Yi Qiu is an evil behavior on the verge of judgment.

　　 After all, the area where Yi Qiu is now belongs to the mother planet of metal life.

　　From this perspective, Yi Qiu can undoubtedly be judged as an intruder.

　　 But just like Yi Qiu's definition of himself, he never restrains himself with evil and kindness.

　　 Just like now: He destroyed every metal life that dared to attack him and glowed red in his retina.

　　 In fact, these only account for less than one-third of the metal life population.

　　 But the remaining metal lives, and all choose to escape or perform other actions.

　　 They lost the courage to fight Yi Qiu, because too many deaths of the same race proved something cruel for them.

　　 But they are not willing to let this intruder succeed. Under the command of a certain group will, they burn with the plane...

"Death or destruction, of course, is enough to be daunting... But in this world, there is no substance that can subdue Ganzemus's body... When we can no longer protect this, then let us give the invader the ultimate Destroy!"-Ganzemus-Dral

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　　 When he was in the material world, Yi Qiu once destroyed some evil mortals in a certain form of violence.

　　 At that time, what he was worried about was more about the fluctuations in the material world civilization and the danger that such fluctuations might bring to him.

　　 There may be some, but the mortal thinking that he has not given up, is giving him a strong bond.

　　 So even if Yi Qiu later became an extraordinary monk and a legendary monk, he eventually destroyed only a handful of evil mortals in the material world:

　　He needs to consider the impact of his behavior on the society of mortals.

　　 After all, that is his homeland.

　　 But if relevant civilizations in the material world will not be substantively restrained by this act of killing evil people.

　　 For the once Yi Qiu, he would not mind his purest destruction.

　　 And now, when discovering that the mineral essence born from the corpse of metal life is beneficial to him, Yi Qiu naturally does not worry about the impact of metal life civilization.

　　 He vigorously killed those evil metal beings, and destroyed the metal beings who dared to attack him in the same way.

　　 Like the deep color in his vast sea of ​​soul, when encountering the brilliance of light, he will reflect the same light.

　　 But if this kind of refraction behavior is to define Yi Qiu as bright, it is obviously not convincing enough.

　　 Yi Qiu touched his bald head. There was no fluctuation in his will in his light gold eyes.

　　 The subtle destruction of metal was not caused by Yi Qiu himself.

　　 But if it has nothing to do with Yi Qiu, it is obviously nonsense.

　　 But Yi Qiu looked at the plane's core gradually condensing in the void, and he took it into his backpack...

　　 The will to change from mortal thinking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is still precipitating the nobility and despicability of that ancient civilization.

　　Pure light and shadow, rarely does not show its grandeur in the world.

　　 It is intertwined with mortal sin and punishment, telling countless stories about the ancient civilization.

　　Yi Qiu is just a continuation of some of the spirit they have passed down.

　　Perhaps for a plane, its most important impact on a life is not in its blood that may be different from other planes.

　　 After all, whether for a warlock or a wizard, the bloodline is never an uncontrollable sacred realm.

　　 Perhaps more often, its impact on a living being is the imprint of its civilization and social values ​​in the consciousness of life.

　　 It is like some kind of invisible, but strong enough bond, as the wanderers far away from the plane, guiding them in the final direction.

　　Some people let go in the process, and they chose to integrate with the local plane.

　　Some people have persisted, using different thinking and value models to describe his legend in another world.

　　 For Yi Qiu, he made his own choice very early...

　　 Looking at the extinguishing light of the planet, Yi Qiu opened his backpack:

　　 There, a lot of mineral essence dropped by metal life is glowing with the fluorescence of magical substance...

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