Dark Blood Age

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On the edge of the cold galaxy, a slightly larger, but scarred, dying black-armed creature emerges from the darkness in the dimming light of the stars here.

Nobody knows where it comes from, nobody knows where it's going. The broken black armor is like talking about an exciting war over and over again. The bleak body seems to have drifted in the dark stars for a long, long time...

……

After all, Chu Yunsheng did not blow the strong spiritual seal, carrying the body of the zero-dimensional worm, and no momentary counterattack appeared when it was completely destroyed.

He had black gas, object fragments, cubes, even a cage-like seal, and before he died, that source life had to withstand his strongest counterattack at the time of his zero-dimensional collapse.

But it hasn't happened yet, he's still in the zero dimension, and he feels a powerful spirit.

Strange and familiar spirits, come immensely.

This is a spirit he has never been in contact with before and is therefore unfamiliar, but it is so familiar that it fits him almost perfectly.

He thought of something and opened his eyes, but he didn't look back, because he already knew who it was.

Just now, the most hegemonic source of life, is fleeing in a hurry, fleeing at all costs.

He did not chase, in the spirit, there is no chase.

Chu Yun looked up to cover the huge shape of the battlefield, the sophisticated and complex world, at this moment, in the spirit of sweeping across the stars, a path of dark energy lines, complex lines, fine structures… all exposed to the stars like peeling the veil.

In the distance, that escaping body of source life, from crystals to liquid fluids to gases, from gases to fluids to crystals, is instantly exhausted in countless and more perfect combinations.

At this moment, he doesn't need to do anything, perhaps just an idea, to disintegrate the huge shadow world of "loopholes," or, from that source body of life, list the deadliest and best points of collapse, killing it with minimal consumption, shortest time, and fastest speed.

Even according to the current battlefield situation, you can exhaust the countless changes of the next moment, the variation of gravity, the distribution of light, the flow of dark energy, the fineness of the remaining battleships, how many will survive, how many will die, how many droplets in a fallen cup in a corner will remain, how much will its extreme impact be...

It had nothing to do with him. It was the spirit, the calm to the extreme, but as if it possessed horror calculations and even exhaustive power.

Even so, it has implicitly emerged a hint of the ability to “observe” subjective thinking that enters into all the zero-dimensional consciousness of life that is covered in the spirit of war...

At the first appearance, even Chu Yunsheng felt that it had been cruelly suppressed, as if it had an intangible and absolute force and an insurmountable barrier divide that suppressed it like a majestic iron law.

In an instant it seemed as if it had been penetrated into the abyss of millions, never to see the heavens and the earth.

No physical dependence, no sense of zero dimension, no information, he felt nothing but a remnant of a long time ago.

In the vast starry sky, that purely dark phantom stood quietly behind Chu Yunsheng, as quiet as it had stood beside him a thousand times before.

Chu Yun slowly turned back. In fact, he didn't want to turn back. He seemed to know something. He wanted to stay silently for a while like this. As if turning back, it would disappear.

But he knew sooner or later he was going to face it, so he turned around, and in his “gaze” about to “see” that shadow of darkness, it struggled as hard as it could, but eventually disappeared into a pitch-black universe like a cloud of smoke.

Chu Yunsheng's tears burst out. He knew who it was. It was as if he heard it disappear into darkness and said to him, "I'm afraid...

Tears slide through the broken, pitch-black armor and fly to the icy universe, lit up like a dream.

He held the stabbing sword in his hand, stood in cold space, his ears surrounded by the screams and awesomeness of the destruction of the fleet, crippled with blood, faced with endless darkness, it was like a fire burning in his heart, in the rage!

In that instant, the space centered around him began to set in motion a flame of death.

They spread as fast as a tidal wave, and countless floating and angry wood-fired symbols were instantly born and instantly destroyed, forming an ocean of sparkling stars.

The whole galaxy, in the spirit, in the speed of light, plays the death movement!

Burning down the flames of the world boils wildly, countless symbols change from high speed to peak moments like rainbows, success, failure, failure, success, success...

Four orders! The fire of the rune runs through the stars.

The corpse of the floating pivot was burned to ashes.

Six! Eleven source burning points.

The shadow of the space source door began to shatter, and fragmented world debris scattered.

Eighth level! The life of the escaped source door is like fire.

Ix--

An immense array of horror symbols, hidden in the void about to form and completely out of control of the moment, the movement of death suddenly stopped, to restore the “fire” that pushed straight to zero dimension, the momentum pounding has approached the edge of the remaining fleet, approaching the edge of a planet the size of a planet, approaching the edge of all matter and life!

Then scatter.

Those who survived, it was as if they had seen the shadow of Death passing at that moment.

Four of the fugitive pivots, three of them turned to ashes in the flames, and the last one, frantically cut off the vast majority of its burning body, frantically ejected the edges of the death galaxy, and then felt the shadow of destruction flash behind it.

It didn't dare to stay, it was disoriented, and according to the memory of many years ago, it seemed that there was a place where life existed in nearby galaxies, and it had to get there before the source of life ran out.

In the cold and dark stars, it gathers all the power of the pivot to protect a linear body that has only a tiny little survival left and embarks on a long journey of loneliness without knowing the ages.

Not far behind it, similarly wildly fleeing source life, with burning bodies, hastily intermittent into incomplete particle streams, has become closer and closer to the edge of the galaxy.

In just one step, it can escape this forbidden land of death.

At this time, a broken and invisible sword appeared silently behind it, as if it were asymptomatic and suddenly appeared.

As if it had lost any confidence at this moment, it dared not turn back at all. It is a place of spirit!

Run, just a short distance away, maybe you can get out, maybe you won't get chased.

But the sword was faster than it was, and I could see it.

It seemed desperate, as powerless as being killed instantly killed those fleet lives.

But just at this point, a grey figure burst in from the outside of the edge, seemingly to block behind it and block it from this deadly slaughter.

That's the power of the pivot, it's supposed to be a surviving pivot, it's its people.

But it is not surprised at all, it is even more desperate.

The next moment, the figure appeared behind it, but its body was also hung by the sword as it expanded.

But the gray figure had an odd thing in his hand, and he glanced at the invisible direction of Chu Yun Sheng in the galaxy, and then started that thing, and the body turned into one particle stream of light in the other direction, disappearing at a sublight velocity.

Chu Yunsheng also looked here, but he did not chase, the spiritual wealth is sweeping back, pouring into his body, various starlight shadow information came, like playing back the previous scene backwards at extremely fast speed.

The empty sky really swept up, the burned vacuum rose and fell into chaotic ups and downs, and the remaining fleet floated in the void like a coffin, silent and indifferent, like a cold grave.

On the cold-star side, the direction in which the Earth disappears, gravitational fluctuations increase suddenly, like being disturbed by something.

When all the spiritual shadows flowed backwards into Chu Yunsheng's body, in the last of the shadows, he saw a drifting shadow coming from outside the edge of the galaxy.

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Almost there... the tyrant is there... we finally found it...

The dying black-armed creature looked back at the last few companions who guarded it, and at this moment had exhausted its last life, becoming a cold corpse floating in the dark void.

Almost...

And it remembers that when it left, the star-shielded swarm and the main cavity, the transverse galaxy, the longitudinal galaxy, the distant view, it couldn't see the edge, it was just a poppy, but now it's the only one left?

One subdivision, one battle, one battle, one death, the other direction, is there any living?

Perhaps it should not have thought about such issues. At the time of departure, the guards beside it were forbidden to search their heads all over again, but it was certain that they had not been infected in the war ban.

Probably been drifting for too long.

But now that we're done, we finally found the master!

They are no longer worms without masters.

Unfortunately, I can't see that day anymore, but I really want to see the day the classic returns.

I seem to think too much, and with the wisdom it deserves, I shouldn't think so much anymore.

It scrutinized the order of its mission and, dying, accelerated it a little further, almost.

First mission, find the master.

Second mission, defend my Lord dead.

Third mission, escort the cavity hatch.

The fourth mission is to destroy ourselves as soon as we encounter an enemy.

Fifth mission, …

……

At the last moment of its life, it scrutinized its mission, trance, and saw a shadow flying towards it at high speeds.

It immediately feels, that's the goddess, their goddess!

It's excited to scream out, but unfortunately it doesn't have the slightest strength.

They rush to light years, cross the darkness, bloody warfare stars, and do all they can... only return for my Lord!

Now the Lord is in front of him, but he cannot see.

I really want to see the classic lord...

I really want to see the day the Catholic Lord is with us...

It gradually closed its eyes and spit out a larvae that had been hidden in the core of its body, a dark larvae like a flesh mass, creeping, stretching out a lazy waist like a baby, sleeping heavily.

In the gap it was closing, it saw the larvae moving towards the shadow of flight, finally closing its eyes and walking through the last moment of its life--

It's so cold, I miss the warmth in the main cavity...

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