"What is this?"

After thinking and meditating, he couldn't guess who it was, but Ermao saw a strange point of light in this pile of memory fragments.

Unlike other memory fragments, it was so dim that it blended in with the darkness around the fragments, so much so that Ermao didn't see it all after he searched it. He is like the most secret in the heart of the beast, unwilling to be snooped on by outsiders, but he wants to be heard.

Staring at this point of light that shimmered with gray light, Ermao hesitated for a moment, but still leaned over.

The reason why cub beasts can't be touched by other beasts and beasts is because they can't absorb the memories of personal emotions hidden in the sea of knowledge by beasts.

Ordinary memories are different from emotional memory fragments, the former is like reading a book, except for sensory discomfort, it does not bring any substantial harm to the reader, and the latter is different, once you can't absorb and digest the emotions in those memories, they will stick to your sea of consciousness like appendages, transmitting those negative emotions all the time, trying to influence you.

Heterologous crystals have this kind of danger, but most of them have already been picked and rinsed, so even if they do, they will be quickly digested by adult beasts. Unlike bubble fish, those emotions are compressed in a small enclosed space, flowing slowly and disappearing slowly.

I don't know if it's a special reason for this memory.,The speed of receiving memories this time is not as fast as just now.,It's like it's been locked.,You have to pass through the thick shell of the fragment.,This fragment can be opened.。

In the process of opening, Ermao also felt that his head was very heavy and heavy, as if he was groggy after being fed a few cans of medicine by Linlin, although it was awake but also very confused.

"Buzz ......"

I don't know how long it took, but there was a dull roar, and Zhen Ermao was a little dizzy. finally relieved her senses, and when she opened her eyes, Ermao couldn't help but be so frightened that she withdrew from this memory fragment, but fortunately, she stabilized at the memory juncture.

Once these special memory fragments are not accepted and exited halfway, they cannot be re-entered, and they are properly disposable consumables.

Ermao, who was in a peaceful area, had not encountered such a devastating catastrophe, and it was strange that there was no video record of any large-scale catastrophe in Eminem's notes or even in the classics she knew.

She also asked Keke, but they didn't have this kind of image at hand, and she asked all the beasts around her who could ask, but none of the beasts she knew had them. I didn't know before, but now she finally knows why.

In Ermao's sight, this is a continent that is completely unsuitable for any life activity.

Barren, barren, dark.

This land is like an old man who has been living on the sickbed for many years, and his shriveled body exudes a lingering will to die. Now I saw him coughing all over his body, and he couldn't stop shaking.

The dark magma that has been buried underground for an unknown number of years is like the last struggle of an old man, slow and irretrievable. And with the lava gushing out thick volcanic ash, he was now darkening the old man's time.

The chaotic shaking continent became fragmented, and the eruption of a giant volcano easily tugged at the continent's already fragile nerves. In Ermao's field of vision, the volcanoes of this continent seem to have collectively awakened, and the hot magma is gushing out of the ground like a faucet with a switch, but in a few minutes, Ermao is already difficult to see the whole picture of this continent.

Volcanic eruptions are accompanied by the waters that surround the continent and once gave life to countless lives. As if driven away by an invisible force, the sea roared and ran towards the land, leaving everything in ruins in the blink of an eye.

The decayed continent has not had much life, and the forest trees that were once everywhere no longer know which fires they have fallen into, leaving behind the stubborn scorched black of the wildfires that still stand in the wilderness. The first gust of wind that followed the terrible waves easily swept these stubborn black shadows down, and the ensuing sea water gathered them together like a bulldozer and swept away.

Before she had time to see anything else, the rapidly spreading thick volcanic ash quickly blocked Ermao's last sight, and she couldn't see clearly what was left on this continent, or nothing left......

"No Beast ......"

In this feast of wailing, Ermao could not see any traces of beasts, not a single one, and only some building wreckage and abandoned charred dead wood could be seen, as if life had become a thing only in memory here.

This continent is not very big, in Ermao's eyes, it is the distance from her home to Pengpeng's house, if she moves forward at full speed, she will be able to run from the easternmost to the westernmost part of this continent in ten days.

There was no life, no sound, no light, only the last bits of scarlet color, and then sank into endless darkness.

She saw that the corpses destroyed by the terrible waves were piled up on the shoreline, densely packed with the flow of the waves, the magma gushing from the volcano wrapped the wreckage into the sea, the heat of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius swallowed up all the evidence that once existed, and the merciless waves erased the traces of those evidence.

She didn't know how long the tremor would last, or when the spewed magma would flow clean, or when the waves would solidify the lava, but she knew that the continent was hopeless.

Perhaps, many years later, this covered gloom will come back to life, but the civilization that once existed, the beasts that once lived here are no longer the beasts.

So will our continent also become like this?

Maybe it used to be?

I had secretly heard from the Elder of the Divine Mountain and their cubs that the continent she was on now was formed after an unknown number of centuries.

What is the end of the century?

Because there are no images, only in the word of mouth of the ancestors, each cub will discuss and speculate in her own small circle when she is very young, and she is still the most active one in the circle.

emmm...... Bear child, he has all kinds of ideas. At the beginning, she also made a lot of nonsense, saying that she would leave a picture for them or their descendants when the century was destroyed.

Hehe, now that I see this, I think too much, if the century of destruction really comes, how can I hold on to it, what kind of shooting? In this case, let alone recording, it is still a question of whether I can escape or not.