"Disgusting? Hahahahahaha! I know! In fact, the higher beings can never be truly equal to the lower beings. Just as we Darents look at the indigenous people of conquered worlds, you should think of us Darents as well. ”

Wells grinned nervously and laughed out loud, laughing without forgetting to laugh at himself.

His spirits were visibly exalted, but his body was so weak that he could die at any moment.

The boy undoubtedly sensed this, and even felt the incomparably active energy, frowning and retorting, "No! You are wrong! The so-called equality has not existed in the first place, and will not exist in the future. And what determines the higher and lower levels of life is not what you understand as a species, but power, the purest force that is not affected by external factors. Imagine if the old guys on Mocha had decided to kill me twelve years ago, would I have had a chance to live to this day? At that time, they were higher beings to me. ”

"That's right! That's right! That's great! Strength is the only criterion for judging whether a life is advanced or not. But there is one thing you overlook, and that is that the higher beings are called higher beings because they have too many advantages that the lower beings cannot match. For example, you have the strength to stand at the top of the pyramid of Darrant society at the age of twelve, and what about us? Even the most gifted of us will take tens or even hundreds of years. The most important thing is that when we reach a certain level, we will encounter a barrier called the ceiling, and you can easily cross the past. ”

Wells seems to be completely unaware of the imminent focus of life, still immersed in the world he has weaved.

Nothing was more important to him than figuring out the true potential and race of the twin brothers.

"So, what do you want to express?" the boy urged, impatiently.

"What I'm trying to say is ......" Wells paused suddenly, followed by a hand that grabbed the boy's hand, a frantic expression on his face. "Blood! Give me some of your blood!"

"Get out!"

Without any hesitation!

The boy directly used magic to create a huge energy hand out of thin air, knocking the opponent out of the air with a bang.

Due to the terrifying power, Wells flew out more than ten meters away in an instant, slammed into the wall, and couldn't help but spew out a large amount of blood.

You must know that his body has long been on the verge of collapse, and this time it has become the last straw that crushes the camel.

In less than a minute, the scrawny body began to crumble, and the soul was like a black hole, constantly absorbing the remaining energy in the air.

"Damn! ...... at this time."

When the boy noticed these anomalies, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

No doubt!

This Darrant is undergoing the first and at the same time the last life metamorphosis of his life.

As a unique race of magical creatures that are fused with countless magical creatures, they will draw a lot of magical energy from their souls when they die physically, trying to complete some unknown evolution or transcendence in this way.

But unfortunately, so far, no Darrant has been able to take the most crucial step.

Most of them will directly detonate the entire soul after the huge energy is gathered, forming a powerful and terrifying energy storm.

Feeling the increasing amount of energy gathered around him, Wells finally woke up from his previous state of madness, and shouted incoherently: "No! No! No! How can this be! I still have a lot of questions to find answers to! How can I just die like this! No!

"Tell me! where is he!!" the boy urged impatiently, as he retreated from the words.

Because once the current process enters the stage of self-rear, even the soul of the deceased will disappear completely, and it will be difficult to obtain some useful information at that time.

Finding a living person in a vast world is undoubtedly no different from looking for a needle in a haystack, and even with the assistance of an expeditionary force, it takes a lot of time and energy.

And as a person who has violated countless laws and rules, the most important thing he lacks now is time.

God knows when those old guys on the home planet will notice that something is wrong and track them all the way.

He ...... He is in the ruins of the land of the gods, the capital of the once most powerful empire, Loth. Go, find him, and complete your fateful encounter. Wells struggled and hesitated for a long time, but finally told the secret hidden in his heart.

He knew that he did not have the opportunity to look for the questions that had been bothering him, and instead of dying with a secret, he should tell everything he knew before he died.

"The land of the gods' blessings? sounds like a great place for brothers to meet. Thank you for the information, and in return, I promise not to interfere with the last leg of your life. ”

As he said the opposite, an undisguised playful smile leaked out of the boy's face.

"Thank you! You seem to have the ability to read through other people's hearts, don't you?" Wells' eyes also gleamed with malice.

He didn't need to ask to know that he planned to kill the people in the "Vault" as much as possible before he died, in retaliation for the other party's failed raid a few days ago.

Especially the female person in charge, no matter what, she has to bury herself.

"No thanks, you deserve it. Farewell, fool. The boy politely bowed, and then directly cast a teleportation spell and disappeared without a trace.

Less than thirty seconds after his front foot left, Wells' soul could no longer hold on, and spewed out an incredibly powerful energy in all directions.

Dirt, rock, and metal plates reinforced by layers of magic were torn apart and broken apart by the storm.

Whether it was the survivors in the shelter or the guys standing on the surface waiting for news, they were all swallowed up before they could react.

By the time the storm had subsided, there was only a super-giant semicircular crater hundreds of meters deep and more than thirty kilometers in diameter.

And the center of the crater is where Wells died.

Thanks to the fact that the camp of the expeditionary force was quite far from here, only a few patrolmen were affected, and the casualties were not serious.

Soon, under the orders of the senior officers, a team of twelve spellcasters began to investigate the cause of the disaster, while searching for whether their own Supreme Commander was still alive and needed to restore communication with the home planet......

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