Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Though millions of years of permanently flowing dust, these wreckages of war were covered with a bleak seal.

Weeds, vines, and all sorts of suspicious humidors, as well as snakeworm rat ants that grow in humidors, nest on them.

The rust erodes the formerly brilliant body and precise structure, and the purple mist adds a certain amount of mysterious magic to them.

But Theresa still recognizes, hidden beneath the rust spots, Skywalker's mechanical mechanisms, dense lines of hemp, and even control chips and artificial nerve centers like the crystal brain.

Of course, the design style of these supermassive armor and war machines differs greatly from the crystal armor and the Giant Divine Soldiers in the Pangu universe.

It is more like the steel battle "Greater Iron City” created by the champion on the earth and used to impact the “City of Sky, Manju Sahua”.

In other words, it's not the style of the real world, it's the product of the original, magical world.

Of course, Theresa is absolutely certain that the essence of fixing or magic is the use of spiritual energy, an extraordinary technology that can be explored, researched, learned, absorbed and improved. There is nothing vain or weird about it.

Looks like the Emerald Continent was once a high-tech world, perhaps with a higher level of technology than today's Pankoku universe.

However, in the face of the civilization fault, most of the technology has been lost. Even the indigenous people living here have gradually forgotten the glory of the past. They really regard the so-called "magic” as a gift of the divine demons.

The collapse of civilization, the technological fault, the loss of science and technology are commonplace in the 3,000 great thousand worlds of the Pangu universe.

Far away, like the collapse of the Empire of the Star Sea, the nearest, such as Theresa's hometown of "Wuying Realm”, was angered by the thunder of Black Star Emperor Wuyingqi, and in just a few hundred years, it degenerated into the “evil soil” of rubbish drinking blood and weak flesh eating.

According to the original family inheritance obtained by Li Yao, in the past, the flood tide ravaged the universe, and countless subgroups of original civilizations formed exile fleets, scattered to the edge of the multiverse, deriving various civilizations, including the modified civilization of Pangu universe, brilliant and colorful.

If you want to come, the magical civilization on the Emerald Continent should also be one of the exiles who fled the flood tide at that time. Maybe the home of the boxing champion comes from the same exile fleet!

“Looks like I found the right place. ”

Theresa thought to herself, "My mission is to find the descendants of the original exiles who fled the flood tides of the past, so that a litter of sand can rearrange into an indestructible whole, a new 'coalition of arsonists’!

“Although the indigenous people of the Emerald Continent are not particularly powerful, the magic of Xuan and Xuan can indeed help the people of the Pan Ancient Universe to create new inspiration and awareness of the wonders of the use of spiritual energy.

“If they can be persuaded to join, the ‘Alliance of Arsonists' begins with a good start.

“Unfortunately, when I crossed over, the starship was damaged, and now I can't contact home, let alone go home - besides, how can I go home with this body? If Li Jialing's yellow-haired boy sees what I look like, especially the two pieces of chest, he has to laugh, what will he do? Shame on you!

“With, it looks like, 'too ancient black magic' or something, it should have something to do with superb magic technology before the civilized fault, maybe deep in the blood warfare magic world, we can find a magic starship that hasn't been damaged yet?

“Anyway, after all these years of training with Boss Bai, it's not hard to master a starship or anything. Even if it's a magical civilized starship, using the skills learned by the boxing champion, there's still 35% certainty. At least, using the magical deep-space communication device here, and the boxing champion sitting in the ancient universe, the chances of success are not small.

“By the way, I doubt ‘too ancient black magic' or anything, but it also involves genetic modification and the mystery of chromosomal variation, so that you can change the sex of the test object at will - after all, why did too ancient black magic become a man and a woman? It's so evil, so annoying.

“Was there a gender imbalance in the exile fleet at that time that forced some male exiles to become females, giving birth to entire communities? Not to mention, the fleet of former civilizations in exile at that time was still very powerful, asexual reproduction, artificial uterus, genetic reproduction technology... couldn't have had any, had to turn men into women, October pregnancy, so inefficient? ”

Teresa couldn't figure it out.

But she must have had something aggressive happening to herself, not magic, but technology.

Since it is technology, there is a possibility of reversal. No, it is not possible, but it is necessary to take back what has been lost, not less than a millimeter!

“Theresa? ”

At this point, she felt a sore wrist and Princess Xia held her tight.

“Hey?”

Theresa broke out of her intricate thoughts and looked up and saw a burning wind, like a moving wall, squealing at them from far away.

“There's a wind, everyone. We'll cross the Blood Wars at any moment!” Blackjack shouted not far away.

He wanted to jump over and grab Theresa and tightly protect herself in the chest.

Theresa took a step backwards, pretending to panic, hiding behind Princess Achar and avoiding Blackjack's "claws."

Blackjack was slightly sudden, the situation was critical, many girls were screaming, he was not forced, but turned, in the flying sandstone, to take care of the panicked rear palaces.

Theresa hugged Princess Asha from behind.

“Hold me tight. ”

She could not refuse, and some rude remarks were made to Princess Asha.

“No, don't be afraid. ”

Looking at the wind that covered the day, Princess Asha herself was scared to death without forgetting Teresa, “It's okay, Lord Blackjack will protect us. ”

“Of course we'll be fine. ”

Theresa grinned and let out her confident and stubborn light, "Even without Blackjack's protection, we can fight side by side to protect ourselves, always remember that, Sister Asha. ”

Heavy winds are like waves, swells and swells.

It's not just the wind, it's the ripples in the space fold, the two worlds that break apart and hit each other hard.

Theresa saw that when the wall of wind swept the earth in a depleted and decaying position, many of the remnants of war that had originally stood on the earth, like towers, had all suddenly disappeared and, to think, had been blown into the demonic realm of blood warfare by the wind.

There are also many strange forms of war debris or warcraft bones, which appear strangely on the earth - all riddled with space, sandwiched from the realm of blood warfare demons, and blown into the glorious.

“Forward -”

Blackjack waved hard and yelled at the space ripples, "Blood Wars, here we are! ”