Tiandao doesn't work today

On this day, the Bessel people faced their greatest despair.

The Zetas were sitting in the ninth heaven, high above them, oppressing them.

The people of Shenzhou set fire to the lowest level of the prairie, rising against the sky and destroying everything.

They are caught between two major forces, with wolves in front and tigers behind them, and a group of monsters are about to be released.

Not to mention the feeling in my heart, I was extremely sad.

The Zetas say that they are not as good as the dragons, and they admit that they do not have as high a spirit as the dragons.

The dragon clan directly imprints dignity into the bones, blood and soul, making dignity higher than life.

Don’t other races have the same technology? Yes, but I don't have the guts to do it.

Only the Dragon Clan has done this, and being able to make such a decision is a kind of pride.

What supports the Dragon Clan's decision is that this race has been the overlord for a long time. It has dominated the Milky Way for 200,000 years and has never been a vassal.

But Bessel does not have this background. They have never been the overlord.

Since entering the interstellar world, it has always been a vassal of a powerful civilization and has never been more brilliant.

When it was at its highest status, it was now, relying on being the dog of the Zetas to become a high-ranking civilization in the galaxy.

This is Bessel's survival strategy, follow whoever is stronger.

It can be said that I am very experienced. I have been caught between big civilizations many times in the past, seeking my own interests little by little.

But that is based on the fact that the entire galaxy has a public order of diverse coexistence.

No matter how different civilizations compete and exploit each other, they must at least recognize each other's right to exist.

Even if the cultural gap is huge, everyone has common memes and is more like a loose whole. Different types of civilizations are different factions in the same society.

Therefore, no matter how painful it is, there is a bottom line, and there will always be universal support and help from the interstellar society.

Let the Bessel civilization, which adheres to the principle of majorism, work around it and grow in the cracks.

But this time, it was more cruel than before.

And they no longer have the alliance order of the past galaxy to rely on.

"Master of Muguang's civilization, do you really want to do this?"

“Will our civilization be destroyed?”

When they descended to the seventh heaven, some people couldn't help but say.

The Lord of Civilization immediately cheered: "No! Most of them will continue to survive."

"If you don't follow the orders of the Zetas, you will really be completely exterminated. They have the power to wipe out our entire civilization."

However, the man said something else: "Is our civilization still alive?"

"..." The Lord of Civilization was stunned.

When they descended to the fifth heaven, they spoke again: "Although our civilization has never stood at the peak of the Milky Way, this also prevents us from being completely destroyed."

"What happened to those glorious races in the past?"

"The first need of civilization is survival, and you cannot imitate the dragon clan in name."

Everyone else fell into silence. None of them said anything, but this silence seemed to say a lot.

In the fifth heaven, the Lord of Civilization came near a death omen star.

The first thing he did was to change himself.

I saw that his body was brilliant, like a human-shaped pulsar, filled with majestic nebula clouds.

This is his body, which is very powerful. Each particle is twenty-four orders of magnitude stronger than the particles from the lower realm.

However, he gave up this posture, and the glory began to dim.

A large amount of high-dimensional matter was abandoned and turned into weapons.

And he also returned to three feet tall and returned to the appearance of the Bessel tribe.

The same goes for other high-level officials, who seem to be afraid to keep their bodies too large in the coming battle.

They are all trying to shrink and compress themselves as much as possible.

"What? Are you going to release the white clothed god of death?"

"In order to suppress it back then, we lost countless elites, and our technology regressed by 30,000 years! The laws of heaven collapsed!"

"Now that the enemy is facing us, let it come out to stop the enemy?"

"There is no distinction between friend and foe of the White Cloth Death God, Light-Buster! They will only kill all living creatures mercilessly."

There are no other civilian buildings in a large area around the Death Omen Star, only a group of strong men live and guard it.

They are all elites of the Bureau of Stability and Control of Strange Objects, and they are here to ensure that the White Cloth Death will not escape control.

However, it is useless no matter how diligent they are.

An order from above came down, and if you say let it go, you have to let it go.

An elite from the Stability Control Bureau cried: "No!"

This thing was suppressed with great difficulty, so how could there be any reason to release it voluntarily?

The Lord of Civilization shook his head, suppressed them with class laws, and asked them to disperse.

Then with great power, he evaporated the Death Omen Star.

There was only a huge white cloth left in the dark and empty vacuum.

This kind of inferior fiber material, but such inferior material can exist in the Death Star, how contrary to common sense.

Many Bethel people present had experienced the tragedy of that year.

Looking at this white cloth, hundreds of millions of eyes were filled with fear, and they did not dare to approach it at all.

"Sacrifice all the dead welders." The Lord of Civilization had made up his mind and his words gradually became calm.

"You're crazy! Lord of Civilization!" The elite of the Stability Control Bureau roared excitedly regardless of their class.

But there was nothing he could do. He saw billions of welding dead from all races being pulled in from the giant building in the distance.

This number is so huge that it forms a vast ocean, forming mountains and seas in space.

Some of them were ignorant and some were crying sadly.

Although they didn't know where they would be sent, their long-term slave life made them understand that this kind of forced call must lead to death.

"Less, less! Less," someone shouted.

The Lord of Civilization said calmly: "What's missing? The White Cloth Death God keeps multiplying... Every time someone is killed, a new White Cloth Death God will be created, and there will only be more when we fight."

"Since it has been decided to use it to deter the enemy, don't expect its quantity to be controllable."

"The entire fifth quadrant of the home planet can be given up."

Everyone is numb, this is their home planet.

The place of origin, just give up?

What’s even more frightening is, will we really just give up on this world?

The elite of the Stability Control Bureau said with a sad face: "Lord of Civilization, once the strange objects get out of control like this, they will be uncontrollable."

"Don't take it for granted that it will only affect a three-dimensional universe."

"This is an existence that once killed the Star God instantly and even caused the fourth-dimensional emperor to lose his memory. If it can actively cross different three-dimensional universes, it will be over."

The Lord of Civilization knows the risks involved, so why are the Zetas afraid of hearing the name of this thing?

It's because this strange object once had a very terrible record... it affected the emperor in the fourth dimension at an infinite distance away!

Such a terrifying thing, although there has never been a situation where the Shirabu Shinigami ran out of the current three-dimensional universe.

But if you don't have enough protection, you have this ability.

It's just that after it appeared that year, it was immediately suppressed with all its strength, and it was not allowed to trigger such a situation.

But in war, anything can happen.

If you use strange objects in war, you have to be aware of the possible dire consequences.

"The matter has come to this, there is no other choice." The Lord of Civilization said calmly.

There is a way that you don’t have to worry about it and you won’t be distressed. If you don't worry about the future, you will feel calm and calm.

"The enemy has arrived, so we must resort to any means necessary."

Pfft, pfft, countless creatures that flew within 300,000 miles of Baibu were beheaded in an instant.

Even for races that have no head to speak of, an organ in their body will be invisibly and inexplicably split off and appear under the white cloth.

The number is increasing, accumulating countless, forming a mountain range!

Too many welders died. Some of them wanted to resist, but were unable to do so. They were all sent into a killing range.

And as they died, pale figures suddenly appeared on the huge white cloth.

It is also made of white cloth, like a cloak, and is as erratic as a ghost.

It's like a piece of cloth covering an invisible ball, flying freely.

This is the Shirabu Shinigami, who can fly freely in the vacuum, ignoring all obstacles.

They are not fast, and can even be said to be very slow.

However, the Lord of Civilization gritted his teeth and seemed to be disgusted with the slowness of losing control... Suddenly he used a powerful method to move a large group of white cloth death gods out.

Directly into the crowd!

In an instant, tens of thousands of people were killed, and they died in patches.

No matter how powerful a creature is, it will die if you encounter it.

The white cloth is really like the god of death, rapidly harvesting the crowd, causing heads to fly wherever it passes.

There are the bird heads of golden crows, the lantern heads of mermaids, the crystal heads of silicon-based giants, and the swaying ion fireballs on top of candle-like creatures were cut off.

There are all kinds of strange things, and the death is tragic.

And this is just the beginning. The most terrifying thing is that the attack range of these white-clothed gods of death is still increasing!

With the killing, contact is gradually no longer needed, and it can be erased from a distance.

The scope is getting bigger and bigger!

The same is true for the flying speed, some of which are so fast that they leave afterimages, like a pale trail.

"Out of control..."

Many Bethel people are afraid, and their past memories are attacking them.

But this time it is even sadder. They are actively pushing it towards an uncontrollable situation.

"Stop! Stop!"

A group of Bessel people broke out.

They pointed their weapons at the master of civilization.

And the masters of civilization are in a daze... They know that this is the price of moving the white cloth of death.

In order to interact with the Shirabu Shinigami, some knowledge must be sacrificed.

This is the only way to hurt Shirabu Shinigami, but the price is that the knowledge will be forgotten.

At this moment, the master of civilization fell into a state of amnesia. Part of his mind was suddenly empty, and he couldn't think of anything. It was very awkward and uncomfortable.

This caused him to lose consciousness for a moment, plus some other factors.

This was the moment when the master of civilization had a flaw, and a group of Bessel people seized this opportunity and took the opportunity to defeat the superior!

"go to hell!"

No one can resist the Lord of Civilization, he is the pinnacle of class.

Only his death can stop the act of feeding life to the Shirabu Shinigami.

At this moment, for some reason, no one organized it. Just because the master of civilization had a flaw, a large group of strong men suddenly took action on their own.

They didn't even deal with each other a lot, but now they have an invisible tacit understanding!

Any strong person who catches this fleeting flaw will instinctively take action.

Zero plan, zero plan, all improvised, each showing his or her own unique abilities.

"Pfft!"

The master of civilization suffered a lot of damage, and then suddenly came to his senses: "How dare you!"

"Kill him!"

The group rose up to attack, everything happened so fast, just in a blink of an eye!

However, it is not that easy to kill the master of civilization.

The miraculous treasures of suppressive civilization moved spontaneously, instantly shattering everyone and suppressing all spiritual bodies.

There are still people who want to take action, but they can no longer move.

When the order was given, they even committed suicide and took the initiative to fly to the Shirabu God of Death.

"Alas, Lord of Civilization, back then the Breakthrough said that the White Cloth Death God could permanently erase the knowledge of the universe. It was not an empty lie or a deterrent..."

"I believe them, it's true...it's true."

An elite who stabilizes the situation is still persuading while flying towards the White Cloth Death with ‘loyalty’.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no turning back.

The master of Bessel Civilization fell into memories. This strange object appeared not long after the birth of Tiandao.

At that time, the Breakthrough organization was still there, and after suppressing the Shirabu Death disaster, they suffered heavy losses.

Then the Zetas came again, and the Breakers were unable to maintain the overall situation, which gave him the opportunity to rebel and seize power.

At that time, the Breakthrough organization was in a desperate situation and used a white cloth of death to threaten Zeta.

Zeta was leading the team at the time as a star god, but he died just after reaching the fifth quadrant...

Because the Star God merged into time and space and wanted to control the authority of the currently closed time and space, his body was everywhere, so he was killed on the spot by the White Cloth Death God sealed in the Death Omen Star!

At this time, the Breakthroughs announced a piece of information, saying that the Shirabu God of Death could make the entire universe lose knowledge forever and become incomprehensible.

Of course, in the end, until their demise, they did not release the White Cloth Death.

This statement was also considered to be a lie and was meant to intimidate.

The Lord of Bessel Civilization calmed down and said coldly: "That would be better..."

"The eyes of the Bessel people will eventually see through the fog of the universe and leap over all obstacles."

"But if we can't do that...then why do we need truth?"

"Let the universe be filled with unsolvable fog."

People are dumb, and civilization is becoming more and more degenerate.

How much ambition they once had has now turned into a vicious curse.

They are already dead. In this battle against heaven and heaven, they are no longer as good as dead. They are completely like cannon fodder. Whoever wins them will not have an easy time.

Since they are not having a good time, it seems that it is something to be proud of if the whole universe is not having a good time.

At this moment, countless people are dying.

Although the Bessel people were fine, they were suffering even more.

The light in their eyes was extinguished, and they were very confused. This was a war in which they were all like ants, and they no longer knew where it was going.

"We are hungry, and the people are suddenly in exile. How can we rehabilitate the people? The emperor said Zhuo Zhuo!"

"His life is like a fire, and his life is like a prairie fire. He is obviously at the bottom, but he is outstanding at the top!"

"Min Tian is so powerful, Tian Du is mourning. Why attack the sky? The emperor said Zhao Zhao!"

"The phoenix emperor is flying, his feathers flutter, the dragon is fighting in the wild, his blood is black and yellow!"

There was singing, and time and space rippled, and they were all singing together.

A group of people with high morale and high flags of justice have reached the fifth level.

Yan Nu stepped on the swarms of insects and held a light spear, destroying the dead and breaking through the obstacles step by step, and came here.

Behind him is the army of all races, with great momentum.

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p.s: Sorry.