The galaxy is reversed by the turbulent waves.
At the same time, at the same moment, countless images flashed before everyone's eyes.
It was the first ancient ape to leave the woods and come to the endless grassland.
It was the first ancient ape to stand on both feet and start making tools.
It is the first cluster of flames, accompanied by lightning, descending on the world.
...
It was the Great Wall of China that began to meander, and Egyptian pyramids stood among the deserts.
It was Shakespeare's play in the theater, and the black people in the plantation held up the flame of freedom.
It is the steam train that emits thick smoke, and a mobile phone builds a cloud world.
This is the civilization of this era.
They do not have extraordinary powers, and they are struggling on this planet.
Because of a coincidence, they stood out among the thousands of creatures, relying on their own hands, step by step to the present and into the future.
When the first ancient ape began to walk upright, he would not know it. While freeing his hands, he had to pay the price of fertility; the first tribe who started planting did not think about it. From now on, they will be tied with wheat, rice and corn. On this land; and those who take a steam engine out of the house may not be able to imagine that one day in the future, their children and grandchildren will board their unreachable bright moon...
This is the roar of civilization.
They are unwilling and unwilling to become slaves to the eliminated.
The world was quiet for a moment, as if someone had pressed the stop button.
Time seems to have stopped flowing at this moment.
Loyster's figure emerged from midair and appeared beside Isaac.
She looked at Zhao Xiaokui with surprise in her eyes.
"I thought it was just a rumor..."
"It turns out that there is really civilization, able to condense one's own consciousness and resist the extremely dark age."
She suddenly smiled, her expression lost the craziness Zhao Xiaokui had seen before, and she felt a little more relieved.
She opened her arms, hugged Isaac in the stagnant room, and whispered to Zhao Xiaokui: "It's rare to see a fresh scene, even if it's a gift I left for you."
Countless beliefs gathered, Zhao Xiaokui changed his palm.
On the fingertips, a faint light lit up.
This ray of light was extremely faint, it waved in the wind, as if it would go out at any time.
He was extremely strong, stubbornly stuck at Zhao Xiaokui's fingertips, no matter how bright it was, it never went out.
At the last minute, Isaac finally felt a huge fear and came to his heart.
The invisible light in the eyes of others occupies his entire eyeball, and his eyes are almost blank under the gleam of this dim light.
"Do not--"
He struggled, but like a fish out of the water, tightly imprisoned on the ground.
No, to be precise, he is still inferior to a fish.
The fish can jump up and flick its tail, but he seems to be stuck in a concrete pond.
It is difficult to move a strand of hair all over the body.
Zhao Xiaokui's finger finally lightly touched the space in front of Isaac.
The fear in his eyes freezes.
This piece of space, like broken glass, cracks in pieces.
In each piece of space, there is a piece of Isaac's body. When these spaces fell in half, they were swept away by a hurricane that suddenly appeared, and I don't know where it was.
Only a black hole was left.
Zhao Xiaokui staggered, almost being blown in by a sudden hurricane.
With her empty eyes, she found her own color when she fell.
She thanked the strange and transcendent who pulled herself back: "Thank you."
It was an elderly woman with many golden lines on her skin. Hearing Zhao Xiaokui’s thanks, she just smiled gently and said, “It’s okay. Anyone who has the ability will do that. You do well. You finally defeated the evil messenger."
The treacherous realm was disintegrating, and with Isaac's death, the sunlight that hadn't fallen on this land for a long time fell again, and even fell on each of them.
Cthulhu solved it.
But everyone looked at the black hole, and new worries came to mind.
what is this?
What does this thing do?
Will this thing cause irreparable harm to mankind?
The pitch black, deep, as if even the light would swallow it, made everyone present feel a pang of fear from the heart.
At this time, humans have begun to cheer.
Under the lens, I could only see the defeat of Cthulhu, but not the black hole that appeared later.
With a wave of old Sheng's hand, the drones that stayed in the air to take pictures flew back to their original places.
"what is this?"
"We need to do something."
"It makes me feel bad."
When everyone was talking about it, Mr. Sheng suddenly smiled.
He waved to Zhao Xiaokui and said, "Xiaokui, come here."
Zhao Xiaokui went over without knowing why and stood beside him.
Sheng Lao's hand was pressed on her shoulder. That thin hand was full of power and made people feel very at ease, but Zhao Xiaokui felt a panic inexplicably. She opened her mouth, "Sheng Lao..."
There are not many top transcendents alive at this time, especially the top transcendent that came out of the Thunder Sacred Land, and it has fallen shortly after the battle began, because his power hurt the evil god the most, so he suffered The attack is the strongest.
Fortunately, the top extraordinary man in China, Mr. Sheng is still alive.
The same top power, the Tower of Freedom, and the transcendents of the Alliance of Gods were seriously injured, but they still had the power to fight.
He looked at these people. They were his old friends and his enemies.
They used to target each other, and they used to talk to each other.
"Presumably you have already seen that this mission can be completed. This disciple of mine has contributed a lot."
Hood Oliver of the Tower of Freedom smoked his beard and didn't say anything against him. No one could see that all of them had soy sauce for this mission. The person who contributed the most was Zhao Xiaokui.
"She will be the successor of the Chinese Nightcrawler in the future. I hope you can maintain your due respect to the hero and don't do any irregular behavior after I leave. I think you can do it, right? "
His sharp gaze swept across everyone, and all those who were watched felt a kind of pain from the blade. They looked at his gaze without any guilty conscience. Everyone made their own promise, saying: "of course."
These are all Tier 6 top masters, and they have already guessed what Sheng Lao will do next.
Hood Oliver, the slightly insidious old man, took the initiative to promise: "As long as I am in one day, I promise that no one will move her for one day."
Old Sheng smiled freely and said, "Then I will thank you all first!"
With that said, he pushed Zhao Xiaokui in the direction of everyone, and walked towards the black hole by himself.
Zhao Xiaokui only had time to turn around and saw the figure of Sheng Lao, turning into nothingness in front of the black hole, and finally, like a paintbrush, depicting the incomplete space.
Her lips fluttered and she wanted to say something, but her nose was sour and tears fell.
This world is not ready for the seventh step.
Whales cannot survive in inland lakes.
Mr. Sheng chose to transform himself into a world to make up for the loopholes that appeared because of Isaac's death.
This is the most correct choice for everyone.
Zhao Xiaokui felt the pain irresistibly.
She has not much contact with Sheng Lao.
The two have only met three sides, the first time in the capital, the second time on the deck of a warship, and the third time this time, besieging the evil god.
But Mr. Sheng helped her a lot.
Zhao Xiaokui knew that many of the things she actually came into contact with were beyond the authority she should have.
It was Sheng Lao who gave her assurance that she was exposed to those things.
Even when he sacrificed, he thought about how to erect a better barrier for Hua Guo and Zhao Xiaokui.
With the promise of this group of people, at least within a hundred years, before Zhao Xiaokui grows into a seventh-order transcendent, the entire China will be worry-free.Even if there are no top transcendents in charge, the transcendents of these forces will keep their promises to him because of mutual checks and balances.
He walks smartly.
Just like every Chinese in history.
At the time of sacrifice, it is always like going to eat and drink water, naturally and frankly, as if doing a simple thing in this world.
They have good hopes and believe that the future will always be better than the present.
In the darkest moments, they are also oriented towards the light, holding on to their inner justice and perseverance forever.
In later history books, Zhao Xiaokui wrote:
"I am not a hero. I am not so much a hero as I am forced to become a hero because I am a person who has no choice. From the beginning, I was chosen by the world as the savior, from the first step to the end In one step, the script has been written.
But Rusheng Lao, such as many heroes who succeeded in fighting the evil god and its eagle dogs, they have a choice. They could have chosen a more peaceful and safe life. They have the ability to protect themselves in times of crisis, but they did not. They chose to sacrifice, and chose to use their own lives to pave a broad road that they could no longer see.
In the history of China, there have been countless heroes of this kind. Some of them have their last names, but more people have been submerged in the long river of history. On the contrary, it is just like me who participated because of chance and coincidence. People in important events have left their insignificant names. We should remember those heroes and remember that behind all our joys and joys, there are their blood and tears."