In the morning, Ling Ping'an stood in front of the mirror and looked into his eyes.

There seems to be some speckle in the pupil, as if it is golden.

But after rubbing my eyes, everything returned to normal.

"Dazzling again?" He scratched his head, not quite understanding.

Putting down the glass of water in his hand and washing his face, the young bookstore owner became puzzled again.

"I think I had a good dream last night......"

It's just that......

I can't even think about it now.

I just vaguely remember that dream was very cool!

Almost all of them can be written as cool essays.

It's a pity, I can't remember anything!

However, such things, he often has.

I often dream of some magnificent worlds and do some cool things.

When I woke up, I didn't remember anything.

It seems that according to scientific research, the vast majority of dreams are forgotten after waking up.

So, he didn't take it to heart either.

Instead, grab your phone and go downstairs.

Behind him, his pet followed.

He opened the door and bought a breakfast next door, and after eating, he took his mobile phone, sat down at the counter and began to prepare.

Swiping through the screen, he clicked into the family commandor.

First of all, I briefly inspected the progress of the Gangba tribe.

All the best!

The latest battle report shows that the heroic family members smashed the Yellow Dragon, and the rat people were defeated!

The great warlord Gangba has come to the ruined capital of the Demon Rat Empire.

At the same time, another sacrifice was held, and more than 20,000 Dimensional Stones were sacrificed to the 'Great Master'.

This greatly guarantees the energy security of Lingping's homeland.

Of course, more than 300,000 Nightmare bonds were also spent.

This made Ling Ping'an's previous game income almost exhausted.

Fortunately, the poor monk Fahai's hang-up income is quite rich.

Ling Ping'an took the time to take a look and found that his idle character had actually swept more than a dozen nightmare worlds, and even brought four of them under his control.

Became the so-called 'Nightmare Domain Master'.

He also got the title of 'Great Bodhisattva'.

Moreover, he also piled up his own attribute points to a terrible point of fifty for all attributes!

In addition, the remaining Nightmare bonds are up to 2 million!

This allows Ling Ping to not have to worry about bonds.

"Nightmare Legends, let's not play it yet......" he said, "Let's get the new book up first!" ”

Well, that's it.

I don't play now, but I will have a lot of time to play in the future.

Now the focus is still on making money and dealing with the October crisis!

So, he cut to the Soil page and looked at his queen and her colony.

Then, he saw a system prompt: Dear players, your creation, the Unnamed Termite Race, has evolved to the limit of the ecology of the Dependent Lands!

"Limit?" Ling Ping'an scratched his head: "So fast?" ”

If you think about it, after he left the Dependent Land World, an hour was equivalent to a month in the outside world.

The accumulation of ten or so hours of this night is equivalent to almost another year of ant colony in the soil.

For a creature like an insect, a year is enough for so much to happen.

Especially this kind of ant colony, which he specially cultivated.

It's a bunch of genetic thieves!

They frantically plundered the genes of insects that existed in other worlds to themselves, and then integrated and improved them.

Fortunately, it's just a game.

If there is such a terrible ant colony in reality, I am afraid that in a few years, the master of the whole world will become them.

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an put this matter aside for the first time.

Anyway, the ant colony materials in the land world are almost enough now.

After writing these episodes, let's think about the next step.

Now, let's keep it first.

So, he put down his phone, turned on the computer, and began to crackle the codeword.

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The shepherd's gate was shattered completely.

Dark red blood clots, mixed in the crumbling rubble.

The elder trail was shattered into countless pieces.

Blood soaked every rock.

The defenses of the inner walls were completely destroyed.

The wreckage of several arcane mechs, scattered in the distance.

Sylvanas walked in these places, her eyes on the city that had been destroyed.

She knew that the battle of Silvermoon City was over.

The Queldores are defeated!

But here's the problem......

Sylvanas looked at Silvermoon's destroyed defenses.

She thought of the Eversong Forest, the destroyed magical rune stones.

"There are traitors!" She said.

Without the traitors, no matter how strong the Scourge Legion is, it will not be able to easily break through the rune stone defenses of the Eternal Song Forest in a short period of time.

It was during the Second World War that the orc-troll alliance was also overwhelmed by a powerful defense.

Not to mention the city itself, which has been guarding against terrible disasters like the Second World War.

To this end, the Sunseeker family has built a complete defense system in Silvermoon City.

Even so, the power of natural disasters is unbeatable.

It shouldn't have been destroyed so easily.

It shouldn't be so easy to be broken!

So, there is no doubt - there must be traitors!

Continue through the blood-soaked Garden Market to the Tower of the Sunrage.

The entire palace has collapsed.

Everywhere there are traces of the battle.

Needless to say, there was a fierce battle to defend it!

More than a dozen arcane mechs shattered in the palace.

Sylvanas, and even smelled the dragon eagles.

Rich flavor.

The noble dragon eagle knights must be here, resisting to the death!

But alas, their resistance was finally crushed.

Breathe in the smell of blood in the air.

Sylvanas's anger grew stronger.

"Well of the Sun!" She soared from the ruins of the palace and galloped towards the island of Queldanus, where the Well of the Sun was located.

Illuminated by the sun, the Son of the Sun easily crossed the vast strait and flew to the beautiful island of Queldanus!

This is the sanctuary where the High Elves rely and shield - the Well of the Sun is located!

However......

Now, the once beautiful island has been polluted by the forces of natural disasters.

On the high ground where the Well of the Sun is located, all the buildings are burning.

Sylvanas descended from the sky, and she landed in front of a bridge made of frost.

Obviously, this is an Alsatian masterpiece!

The Death Knight's frost power has created a bridge of frost from the mainland to the island of Queldanus.

A steady stream of natural disaster troops, through this bridge, go straight to the well of the sun!

At the edge of the bridge, Sylvanas visibly felt the power of the flames.

This powerful force of fire had resolutely sniped the Death Knight and his troops here.

"King of Anastria......" Sylvanas knelt down on one knee, she knew that the only person who could possess such a surging fire power in the entire Queldore was the old king Anasteria, who had ruled the Kingdom of Quel'Salas for three thousand years. The Sunchaser!

But he also failed to stop the natural disaster.

The army of natural disasters continues to move forward.

Sylvanas slowly made her way down the path.

It can be seen that after the first battle at the bridge, all resistance became thin.

On the contrary, there are fleeing footprints everywhere.

But the natural disaster did not bother those who fled.

They move on!

A huge army that goes straight to the Well of the Sun!

As Sylvanas approached the Well of the Sun, she felt a force of coldness, death, chaos and evil roar through the Well of the Sun.

She ascended the heights, through the burning complex, to the sacred Well of the Sun.

She lowered her head and looked at the mother well that had nurtured and sheltered the High Elves for four thousand years.

The sacred well water has been defiled.

The chaotic power of death and the power of cold frost have turned the water of this sacred well into extremely turbid.

Tears flowed from Sylvanas' cheeks.

At this moment, she remembered a lot.

The once prosperous and beautiful kingdom of Quel'Thalas......

The once peaceful and peaceful Silvermoon City......

The once-rich island of Quelldanas......

And now, everything is gone.

Everything is ruined.

The High Elves' home is gone.

Tens of thousands of compatriots fell in pools of blood.

Even the Well of the Sun is polluted!

When I looked around, I saw my compatriots.

Sorrow fills the heart of the child of the sun, and anger accumulates strength under sorrow.

"Anar'Alah Anar'Alah Belore......" Sylvanas sang with tears in her eyes.

The sorrow of the son of the sun echoes throughout the island.

As soon as the song was finished, she stood up firmly!

She turned around and looked at the whole of Queldanus Island!

In the dark, she sensed the direction of the natural disaster.

Kingdom of Lordaeron......

Stratholme!

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Ran Bing had been following the crumbling floating city.

It's been two days.

It's in a sandstorm, slower and slower.

The height is also slowly decreasing!

Obviously, this floating city has lost its energy supply!

It will soon run out of energy.

Even on the ground, the huge hissing of the central main engine of the floating city became louder and louder.

This means that the engine is about to be scrapped!

But here's the problem......

The engine of the Floating City is unlikely to have problems.

Because, almost all floating cities have several sets of backup engines.

The main task of the expedition was also to search for any possible engine parts.

Ran Bing had found a brand new engine for his floating city.

So......

"There's something wrong with this floating city!"

She pulled out the revolver at her waist and continued to follow.

She had a hunch that this floating city that was about to fall might be able to give her clues.

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Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping'an worked hard to write.

It has already been written that the antcolony of the protagonist, like locusts, engulfs a rich swamp.

But when the protagonist finds out, he immediately stops all this.

Ling Ping'an began to write in the article: Although Qin Xiaoan cherishes his life very much, he also understands that his life and the ant colony have been firmly bound.

But, he is a gentleman.

A gentleman has something to do and something not to do......

What's the point of turning the world into a desert for your own sake?

The green mountains and green waters no longer exist, even if they are immortal, they are just walking dead!

At this point, he nodded slightly.

Young online writers still have discipline.

Cool and cool, the moral bottom line is still there!

Well......

Green mountains and green waters, stuffed with gold and silver mountains!

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The long yellow sand has now been filled with flesh and blood.

Everywhere are the corpses of the minions and children of the evil gods.

At least 150,000 minions of the evil god and thousands of descendants of the evil god died here!

Dragging a long high-circumference knife, Elizabeth stepped on the corpse of a giant offspring of the evil god, and she held the head of the abominable monster high.

The blade in his hand, swing it out without hesitation, and smash it!

The hot blood of the heir of the evil god gushed out.

"Hooray!" Countless believers raised their arms and shouted!

Victory!

Humanity has won!

One hundred years after the Void Storm, humanity has finally triumphed in the wild.

Not only did he win, but he also completely wiped out the minions of this group of evil gods!

Thousands of heirs of evil gods have been completely wiped out!

Elizabeth alone slashed at least a hundred heads with her bare hands!

Her loyal Roboguard, shattering hundreds.

The others were killed by the cathar's laser knives and plasma guns!

In the past, human weapons did not have much effect on the minions of evil gods.

Serious lack of lethality!

Only the Doomsday Artillery of the Doom Fortress, those that use the Evil God's Crystal as an energy source, can destroy these monsters.

But in the face of the heirs of the evil gods, they were powerless.

But now, humans can kill these past enemies with just ordinary laser knives and plasma guns!

The reason for all this, everyone knows.

This is the power of faith!

The great spirit of all machines, everywhere is lacking.

His divine power, wandering among the weapons and armor of His followers!

Under His providence, machinery and steel have devastating damage to evil gods!

"For the Spirit of All Machines!" Elizabeth threw the head of the heir of the evil god in her hand far away: "For more steaming riveting!" ”

"For the Gatling Bodhisattva!"

In this battle, the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of evil god minions and evil god heirs were deposited together.

Two or three hundred thousand people of steel and machinery fought bloodily.

In war, machinery and steel roar.

In battle, each and every one of them was put to the test and proved their loyalty!

Therefore, the spirit of all machines is extremely happy!

The divine multi-steaming riveting rigidity is extremely gratifying.

Gatling Bodhisattva, great compassion, great joy!

As a result, new content appeared on Elizabeth's "Mechanical Canon".

This is divine grace!

Unmistakable Divine Grace!

Turn the pages of this new canonical book.

The truth of the machine, roaring in the ears, the will of steel, firm and fiery.

As a result, Elizabeth gained a whole new level of knowledge.

A few hours later, all the Evil God Crystals found on the battlefield were delivered to Elizabeth.

There are tens of thousands of evil god crystals piled up!

The largest of them are the size of watermelons!

Looking at these evil god crystals, Elizabeth's electronic eyes flashed with fanatical will.

She opened the book of the Mechanical Scriptures, stood in front of these evil god crystals, and slowly recited the great and sacred steel prayer.

With her chanting.

Steel began to cheer, and machinery began to exalt.

Every cathar and the warrior of the Precept House became excited.

And the evil god crystal in front of him began to dissolve.

They are slowly purified by steel and mechanicalized.

Wisps of golden silk threads were evaporated and flew up to the sky.

It's starting to rain!

One hundred years after the Void Storm, the world received its first rain.

The first normal rain without pollution.

As the rain fell.

The earth began to come back to life.

Tenacious grasses grow out of the soil.

The world is beginning to recover!

"Mechanical paradise, there are also green mountains and green waters!" The Iron Angel held the "Mechanical Sutra" in his hand and began to preach to every mechanical citizen in the heavy rain: "The spirit of all machines says: You should not listen to the heresies of those heresies......

"Poison gas, deserts and waste water are not my ......"

The people of the machine, hearing this great gospel, fell to their knees.

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Almunia rode the elevator and appeared in the steel workshop on the surface.

Here, machines built underground are being assembled by servants.

On the ground, sewage flows sideways.

There is no atmosphere in the sky anymore.

The yellow mist formed by the poisonous gas covered the entire sky.

Countless steel buildings stand tall in the sky.

They go directly into orbit and have direct contact with the starport in orbit.

Not sure why.

Almunia watched all this, and he was irritated.

He felt the uneasiness of the mech.

Toxic gases, deserts, wastewater......

The surface of the casting world is very unsettling for the machine spirit.

"What a blasphemy!" The mechanical bishop's steel heart began to tremble.

He made a decision.

"Start the Ecosystem Template ......"

"From now on, we want to restore our world......"

"This is the supreme command!"