Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Everyone was thrilled to see Black Jack show up.

After listening to him, his heart pounded again slightly.

Rushing forward, fortunately most of the demons have arrived in the transfer array, and the strong arm clan will repair the transfer array and install the drive crystal to begin the transfer.

While Blackjack and Theresa and others were still intertwined with the phagocyanic vines, a glorious glow had appeared ahead, and a large number of demons had been transferred to new spaces.

When they arrived, there were only a few hundred people left waiting in front of them, which was large enough to accommodate them, but there was no rivalry or even killing each other.

“Blackjack! ”

Queen Medusa is still waiting for them to show up next to the transmission line.

The bitch was obsessed by Jack Blackie.

Deep in the jungle at the rear, rumbling loudly, some sort of abyss warcraft roared with anger.

“No, the ‘brain' is about to wake up! ”

Blackjack's face changed.

Indeed, the original rigid vines were all slightly convulsed, and the surface dried mucus gradually became glossy, like a snake recovering from hibernation.

“Get in the transfer array! ”

Blackjack and his palace held each other up.

They were the last to step onto the transfer array, and after they went up, several powerful Arm Demons set the transfer array to an automatic transfer state, and "Ooh, wow” screamed and squeezed it up.

A bright red, rainbow-like halo rose from all around them, wrapping them up.

Through halos, you can see countless vines rushing towards them in an incredibly ferocious manner.

Hundreds of blood pelvis mouths creeping and swallowing together, like floods of death, creeps me out.

Fortunately, just a few dozen meters away from them, the space around them twisted and a small swirl appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the bucket shifted stars, stretched and contracted, and they appeared in a completely new space on one side.

Just...

“Ahhhhh! ”

“Ho ho ho ho! ”

“Boom, boom, boom, boom! ”

The space has not been completely secured, and there have been terrible screams, horrific howls and deafening explosions all around.

The air smells intensely bloody and sticky as a swamp, instantly provoking goose bumps and a drenching cold sweat.

When the scenery in front of them finally solidifies, they see a Hell of Shura literally.

It was a plantation, but now it's a farm, looking up, on a slow peristaltic blanket and humus, growing something like supermassive mushrooms and flesh-touching, forming a sparse maze, but the owner of the maze is a group of warcraft that is a hundred times more horrible than the spear pig.

The warriors who crossed earlier are fighting these beasts, or fleeing under their predation.

Theresa looked around.

Not far away, wrapped in a fungus blanket and humus, it seems to be a fully automated oval incubator.

The seeds of the warcraft are grown here, absorbing directly the energy provided by the humus, slowly growing up, and can then be transported to the pipeline for automatic slaughter to become a delicious dish on the passenger table in this supermassive starship.

It was set tens of millions of years ago, and it should be.

Unfortunately, many cultivation warehouses are now broken, even some are broken, nutrients are flowing freely inside, those “delicious dishes” that should have been served to the table, all escaped, and after the passing of the years, after weak meat predators and crazy mutations, became the top predators.

Theresa laughed at the sight of the demons being pushed by mutant beasts like bulldozers, many broken bones, and others directly bitten off half their bodies by the beasts.

This space should have been a farm, or “food production plant”, tens of millions of years ago.

However, because of the scourge of… turning the starship into a “blood warfare demon world”, there was also an accident here, completely out of control, which had to be sealed and not opened for millions of years.

Those demons in front of them were foolish. In order to escape the vines and not investigate the situation, they fled here in fear, and instead encountered a more difficult situation.

Instead, the Black Jack Adventures fled a holocaust, “blessed by disaster”.

And with these idiots in front of them as "shields," distracting the warcraft, they have a better chance of finding a new transmission array.

Blackjack instantly realized that.

“Keep your breath in check, try not to make any noise, let alone attack the Warcraft. We'll sneak around and the transmission line should be on the other side of this' Warcraft Farm '! ”

Numerous sisters of the Black Jack Adventure Group, all swallowed up spit, bit their teeth tightly and acted on their feet.

The warriors and beasts who crossed earlier were entwined to death, and the teeth and even the broken bones of both sides were deeply embedded in each other, but there was no time to take into account their existence.

That is, one or two warcraft discovered their existence and were silently resolved by Blackjack.

Soon they went deep into the heart of the Farm.

But once again, the brightness of the glow is shaken up ahead.

“Someone has arrived and repaired the transmission array! ”

Black Jack exhilarated, "Come on, get out of this shithole! ”

Everyone was trying to speed things up, and Hera, the dragon girl, suddenly said, "Look, Black Jack! ”

It's the Turing elders.

He is making difficult progress, escorted by several Black Shield warriors.

It's only a pity that his head was too small, one step at a time, and he was so slow that he was quickly targeted by several warcraft.

These warcraft are similar to the Sword Trident pig, but they have a swollen sarcoma behind them, with a translucent texture and a slight peristalsis, like a demon's heart.

“Wow”!

When the peristalsis reached its extremes, these sarcomas split apart, gushing out numerous tentacles from inside, wrapping and dragging the Black Shield warriors directly into the sarcoma and swallowing them.

The sarcoma closed again like a porcine cage grass, but the peristalsis was dozens of times faster. Soon, the sarcoma split a little mouth, "puffing", spraying a lot of twisted armor and a hundred pores of bone.

Blackjack and the Queen's Palace were all surprised by the strangeness and ferocity of the beast.

Blinking kung fu, the Black Shield warriors next to the Turing elders, were all devoured by the Sarcoma Warcraft.

This type of warcraft combines the characteristics of a man-made vine with a sword trident pig. It starts very fast, that is, if someone turns their head, they can't run as fast as a shell. It is quickly chased from behind by the warcraft, crushing the bones and swallowing them up.

“The Turing Elders are of paramount importance to our mission and cannot be left alone here! ”

Blackjack bit his teeth, and the two blades erupted again into the black glow, hurtling up like a whirlwind.