Countless pillars of light and bright spots occupied the entire void, endless chaos and death.

This is a war of the gods, and a casual blow from both sides carries deadly destruction, easily wiping out all species on a planet.

Peng Ao stared at everything in front of him in a daze, but as a participant in this battle, he watched it all as a third-party bystander.

The enemy is very powerful, even if it is the Spirit Venerable who dominates the Spirit Realm, he has to drink hatred in the face of their attacks, he can't hold out for even a quarter of an hour, and even resists the summoning because he has been wiped out too many times.

The balance of combat power depends entirely on sacrifice and numbers.

His comrades-in-arms gradually fell apart, and the balance of victory gradually tilted in favor of the enemy.

Watching the combat bodies driven by his comrades disappear one by one in the dazzling spots that suddenly appeared, the unyielding will of the warrior urged Peng Ao to act quickly.

No...... Can't sit by...... What do I have to do...... I have to ......

Peng Ao wants to participate in the war, he wants to pilot his own body, step into the battlefield and fight the enemy for the future of the world with his comrades, this is his pride as a warrior.

But after trying hard for a while, he found that this was just his wishful thinking, he was not only a spectator, but also a piece of 'nothingness' that had been deprived of his body.

And 'he' is in the middle of the battlefield, narrowly avoiding the enemy's strange attacks again and again.

…… That's me?

How could I be there?

If that's me, who am I......

No one answered Peng Ao's question, and death and destruction played out in front of him, and a huge pillar of light swept across a planet, slicing through tofu with the ease of a hot knife, leaving a hideous red scar on the surface.

The intensity of the battle steadily increased over time, and Peng Ao saw that the exterior of those bodies was unconsciously covered with a thin layer of squirming brown.

Peng Ao instinctively wanted to remind his comrades, but no matter how he shouted, he could not convey the message, and could only watch the bodies fall one by one.

Unwilling, unwilling, but there is no other way.

Are you going to lose? No, how can we lose......

If defeated, what will happen to the future of the world, destruction will envelop everything......

The situation has reached an irreparable level, and 'he', as one of the last survivors, has worked together to launch the last secret technique.

See, they shouted.

"Lose? No way! We haven't lost yet! ”

The vast foundation of the world began to twist under their power, and the terrifying power within was channeled out, which was the final decision of the remaining warriors.

"Bloom! Main Sequence! Destroy the amoeba! ”

The endless brilliance overwhelms everything, and the destructive power destroys and decays, which is the destruction of a world and the rebirth of a world.

"No!"

Peng Ao instinctively shouted, some kind of shackle was broken off by him, and when his mind was completely clear, he suddenly found himself in a room made entirely of flesh.

He blended in with the fleshy room, and in front of him was a large eyeball staring at him as he had just regained his senses.

"Break free, you're really special."

Before Peng Ao could say anything, he 'heard' the words from the eyeball.

This kind of hearing is not hearing in the true sense, but is based on the direct connection of nerve fibers to the auditory nerve area of Peng'ao brain, which realizes the transmission of information.

A large number of memories came flooding up in Peng's mind.

Yes, the battle is over, they have been defeated, they have lost to the amoeba, and now they are one of the captives.

"Amebas, you will eventually be destroyed."

With hatred and a still unquenched intent of war, Peng Ao looked straight into the eyeball.

"Weak and cruel words, meaningless and a waste of energy, it seems that the rating of you by the clan needs to be further downgraded, and it is most appropriate to use stupidity on you now."

His eyes looked indifferently at Peng Ao, who was already helpless but still inexhaustible, and did not provoke much reaction because of the other party's words.

It's like the experimenters on Earth don't react much to the heat of the mice, the only thing is to look down.

"We know from the other captives that you are the Seventh Estate's Danger Removal Guild, also known as the Danger Clearance Person, who takes it as their duty to protect the Gate World, and will take the initiative to eliminate any factors that may permanently destroy the Gate World."

"Then the risk collector, the next step is the interrogation link, you can refuse to cooperate, but you have to be clear about the consequences, your behavior will determine the existence of your insurance removal family."

The gatherer directly and clearly identified the seventh estate to which Peng Ao belonged.

Peng Ao was not afraid to meet the gatherer's big eyes, and sarcastically responded to the gatherer.

"You amoebas can only use such a lowly threat."

"Why do you think such a threat scares me? If I had feared the destruction of the race, I wouldn't be here. ”

I don't know if I was intimidated by the momentum of Peng Ao, a dangerous person, or if I was simply thinking about other things, that eye blinked and was stunned for a moment.

Then it began to retract.

"Since that's the case, forget it, anyway, if you don't talk about other races, you will say it, and there are many other seventh-level captives, all the same."

The eyeball was stopped by Peng Ao.

"Wait!"

"What do you want to know?"

A simple sentence dismantled the strong-willed Peng Ao, and the gatherer is now proficient in the means of inducing target thinking.

It is almost impossible to have no barriers between the same race, and even gatherers will not understand each other and need to communicate.

This is true within a race, not to mention the gap between races, and without a smooth means of information exchange, the gap will only be ridiculously large.

Estrangement is the best catalyst for deriving chains of suspicion, which is why the Gatherer can dismantle a strong-willed warrior like Peng Ao with a simple single sentence.

Peng Ao is prejudiced against other races of the same class, and this prejudice is an inevitable effect of racial barriers, and Peng Ao himself can naturally reverse that other races see themselves in this way.

Peng Ao could sacrifice himself, his race, and refuse to cooperate with the gatherers for the sake of the good of the world, but he could not guarantee that other warriors of the race would be able to do the same.

So many captured warriors will always give in again, and the hard bones like Peng Ao, and the race of risk-takers who were destroyed by rejecting the amoeba behind them, are simply meaningless.

In this way, the chain of suspicion is constructed.

Peng Ao wants to bet on his own race, his mother civilization, and the most important thing is that the benefits are not proportional to the pay, even if they refuse to cooperate with the gatherers, the risk-clearing race will not get any huge benefits, nor will they accomplish any amazing achievements.

All things considered, Peng Ao, who had planned to be hard to the end, immediately relented like a gatherer.

And all of this was expected by the gatherers, and Peng Ao's reaction was also within their plans.

Faced with the soft Peng Ao, the gatherer asked the question that had been prepared early in the morning.

"What is 'Daystar'?"