Dark Blood Age

Alibaba opens the war door on the lowest grid parallel surface in the new ship information world, but has no access to it.

Shutting down the bottom level of the war door authority, not only him, but all the people of the fast warships such as Yaqi Shen, including the Green people, are not eligible to participate in this war, allowing them to enter the battlefield door would interfere with other participating races.

They can only wait for the outcome of war, or for defeat or victory, or for death or life, or for the final judgment of fate, and they cannot hold it in their own hands or have that capacity.

Ali wanted to join the war. Since he heard that one of the goals of this battle was to be a few Cold Star squad members such as Alfalfa, he first begged for the stabbing that had been confirmed to have been transferred to take him to the battle, but the stabbing had no authority, but his heart was powerless. Then he went back to the old captain and was scolded. After being scolded, he had to wait and come back.

He knows that his participation may mean something to a fast ship, but for a new ship, his pathetic abilities are almost negligible.

But he couldn't help but wait for the results in the new ship. Aluminum, those comrades were killed in battle, separated, the only one who survived, still in the hands of the enemy. If he didn't personally participate in the battle, it would be difficult to calm his mind.

Finally, he asked for Isaac, where the Ministry of Security did not belong to the warriors, but could temporarily move him into the world at the top level, perhaps mixing with the war doors.

Itis did not directly reject him, but clearly told him that if he were to go up to his lower security department, he would have to register with the Ministry of Security, and that it would be virtually impossible to withdraw later, and the Wrath would clean up anyone who tried to withdraw.

Isis doesn't want to be unhappy with Jaya, let alone ask questions from the troublemakers, and doesn't want to really register him with the Security Department.

Ali couldn't find a way, so she looked for all the relationships she could find. She just couldn't get up there.

When he was utterly despaired, a special command was finally given to Jaya.

Only 10 seats will be transferred to the previous level, with no operational tasks, and only arrangements for watching and learning.

Ali doesn't have time to look at the long guidelines and a strict prohibition. There are only 10 people, and according to the ranking of the ship, it is not his turn. It is not possible not to go through the back door!

Once again, he launched various networks and even contacted Big Brother Battou above, but the answer to Battou was still to make him listen to the arrangements. The atmosphere of preparedness on the upper level was different from the anxiety awaited below, so intense and nervous that he had no time to talk to him.

Ali had to go to the old captain Jaya again, and unless he could see Chu Yunsheng or Jae directly, no one was expected to open this back door for him.

But are those two people he can see if he wants to? The lives of the thirty-seven ships on the previous level, nothing important could be seen.

“Are you out of your mind? Jumping up and down.” Ya looked at him coldly.

Ali lowered her head and said: “I just want, want..."

"'What do you think? Do you want them back or do you want to defeat them? ”

Ali can't speak, he can't do either.

"I've told you, you can't do anything. It's not just you, it's me, it's just what we can do. Only wait and listen, no trouble, no additional consumption of new ships. That's what we can do to save them. ”

Ali darkened: “Captain, I understand, I understand, but I just want to join the war, otherwise, in my heart..."

"“ Did you jump up and down and ask so many people for help? ”

Ali shook her head depressedly.

Jiaya handed him the by-laws of the decree: “See for yourself, when the decree was sent, your name was attached to it. Wei, in exchange, Wu Fu also asked for a quota for Qishen, and then removed me, leaving seven quotas to compete with others. ”

Ali looked up violently and was surprised: "Ah, Dae-jun, no, Dae-jun, have you already given me a spot? ”

Ya hates iron and steel: “Incandescent martial arts may have followed you, but if you continue like this, the better talents are useless and can only be abandoned. ”

Ali glanced for a moment and said: "Captain, I know. ”

Ya lighted the electric head and said seriously: “The task of the transfer is to watch and learn, other prohibitions you need to see clearly, do not disturb the war mates. ”

Alibaba immediately said: "I understand. ”

After the conversation, Jaya joked like she meant something: “What do you say? I beg you, Isaac, it's not working, is it? I didn't know you had plans, did I? ”

Ali suddenly stunned. “Captain, I, I, I, there, that's...”

Ya shook his head to indicate that he did not need to explain: “I know you, I know your thoughts, but I do not know above, and I do not necessarily know that you have been chosen, the Wu Fu people are going to leave a spot with this immediately, I will not say anything else, you should understand, go back and think about it. ”

Ali's heart jumped away in shock. At this moment, he remembered that his head was dizzy. Not only was it useless, but he almost walked the wrong “team”. No matter what he thought, everyone else would see it that way.

If many spiritual lords have been arranged in the human beings in Noriko spacecraft, then, in the new ship, the Wrath Man and the Ming also make minor arrangements among them, the only difference is that these arrangements are under the control of Chu Yunsheng.

As captain of the Rapid Warship, Ya has a quota, combined with his fixed Qishin with the Wrath Man, a total of three quotas have been reserved, and the remaining seven will compete among others.

The various systems in the new ship are extremely complete, a doorway is opened, people registered to compete are sent in and sent back soon. The vast majority of people are either unwilling or unwilling, or rushed out to frustration. Only seven people will win proudly. As the "proud son of the heavens” at the bottom, they will be sent to the upper level to observe and learn.

Everyone knows that so-called observation and learning is a key cultivation. How honorable is it that only ten people on a full-fast battleship have this qualification? What opportunities will there be?

Even in the face of a terrible war, they are mediocre people who would not have split ships once, sought opportunities once and for all and would not have left the main fleet in the first place.

Of the ten people, the cold-stars occupy half the Jiangshan, plus a blue-haired person, they occupy a total of four seats, the Earthlings occupy three, the Underground dwarves occupy two, and the last one was actually taken away by the Huang Xing people.

Much is puzzled by the fact that, with the exception of the Green folk, who is later joined by outsiders, all other former Cold Star fleet communities have the right to compete, not just human beings.

All Huang Xing instantly boiled down when the last of the most cruel and fierce quotas came out and the ultimately victorious Huang Xing showed up at the door of victory!

They shout loudly, cry painfully, and hold each other tightly.

No one knows how long they have waited for this moment, nor how much desolation and heaviness they have silently endured since they left their home planet, let alone how much they have paid for tears today.

At this moment, only agitation and tears of sadness are interwoven and filled with their virtual faces.

The Huang Xing became their hero, representing them, and finally stood with others of other races on an equal footing. Although the Huang Xing tried to control his emotions, he still trembled slightly.

The door to the last world slowly opens and the ten selected will enter the previous floor from here.

They were the pride of the communities and deserved the pride of their peers, but Ali in the company was somewhat ashamed. If he counted, he felt that he was probably the only one to enter the backdoor and did not fight with a real knife.

Ya is the captain, Qishin almost became the captain, and is still the new leader of the Silver Legion today, it is scheduled to be there, they want to lead the future of the fast warship.

In other words, their quota today has also come from a more brutal competition in the past.

He was different. He had no such status, and he had not worked so hard. Before Alfalfa and others “died in battle," he even came all the way here. He could barely get rid of the team and was satisfied.

Now, he feels like everyone is looking at him, pointing a finger at him, and if it's on a cold star, he spits and yells at him again.

He also felt as if the seven competing men looked at him in disdain and did not hesitate to join him.

Yaya entered the door first, never spoke in front of him, seemed to see his mind, suddenly turned around and said: “They are actually envious of you, but not of you walking through the back door, but envy that you can be seen by another eye, envy that you actually have the gift that it sees, if you ruin this talent, they will really despise you. ”

After that, Qishin turned around and crossed the door. Ali seemed to understand something and didn't go back into the door.

Following him through with pure knowledge defeated all the other competitors in the basement, some strange, it felt this cold stare staring at it, making it furious in its heart, not knowing where to offend this cold star?

Until he broke into the door like a lunatic and didn't come back, it didn't take a deep breath of relief. The heart, our basement dwarf still had too little guts, otherwise more than two people must have been selected.

Unlike the bottom layer, the second layer of the spherical world, is busy at this time, the atmosphere of war is very heavy.

Ten of them were quickly divided into ten lattices and then transferred into a virtual battle space.

A lot of life has come and gone here, busy, busy, war mobilization orders have been issued, and the war system on board has been operating at high speeds.

No one cares about these "proud sons of the heavens" anymore. There is no stopping to look at them. Whether they are hurriedly coming from the source, or quickly departing star life, only one number refreshes and disappears in the surrounding space, disappears and reappears.

Battlefield macros were opened in virtual information space, one weapon was simulated, one strong man's life was transferred to the battle map node, and one star race was repatriated to various control units.

As if the nebula had been torn apart, space seemed to have been warped, countless light points on the battlefield quickly disappeared and new ships destroyed time and time again.

Ten people watched with alarm the defeat of the company, saw the new ship broken, saw an individual body opened and killed, saw thirty-seven ships killed, saw the three main groups destroyed, saw Chu Yun rise and die in the starry sky...

One extreme simulation, one tragic death, they have fallen into deep despair.

Suddenly, all simulations stop, empty, wait for data.

In the silence, the first data suddenly jumped and appeared refreshed.

Outside, the real war begins!