September 15, 2505. The fourth star field, the constellation Chongye, the planet Beta-4 C27.6F591 (Unknown), has found an anomalous signal, and it is under verification.

The fat man approached Nero's side, trying to block the scar with his body and prevent him from realizing that Nero had been tortured. Scar's expression changed, and he looked at the fat head, and then at the girl behind the fat head.

At that moment, his eyes also moved. Because the girl smiled at him, like a thunderbolt hitting Scar's heart. Scar is just that stupid.

The disciples on the side shouted several times in a row. Scar came back to his senses and shook his head again and again before he came to his senses. Said to the fat head: "You don't want to say that this is your niece?" ”。

"Isn't it like that?"

"What do you think?" Scar said unkindly, "This is the one the boss wants." You said it was her niece, what is your niece's name? ”

"She... She called..."

"Don't fool me," Scar said, staring at the girl, "Say, what's the fat head called?" ”

The girl took half a step forward, just in front of the fat head, and the fat head subconsciously wanted to pull her, but he couldn't reach out for a long time. The girl is not afraid of wind and rain, and her voice is still light.

"I'm not his niece." It is impossible to lie, not even for a moment of expediency.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

The girl glanced at the fat head, not recognizing his expression, but said indifferently: "You are not worthy to be my Nero's clansman." ”

If it weren't for the worry of injuring Xiao Cong and Grandpa, you would have died in the orphanage.

"You!" Hai Dafu was speechless for a while.

"Fat head, it's rare to be a good person once, and people don't accept your affection." Scar couldn't help but laugh, "Miss Nero, huh?" Please. ”

Scar and Fat Watch as Nero and the other four girls are transported to the top floor of the Sky Tower elevator. Scar turned his head, looked at the fat head, and said in a low voice, "It's not that my brother is embarrassing you." There are many people, and if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the brothers in the White Tiger Hall. Don't do anything stupid. ”

The fat man let out a long sigh, stared at Scar's eyes and asked, "Scar, you told me, can the girl who sent it live?" ”

"You and I know it in our hearts, so why ask."

It seems that the rumors are true.

Hai Dafu's heart sank, and he immediately patted Scar's shoulder helplessly, and the fat head withdrew with the brothers of the White Tiger Hall.

Scar looked at the fat man's back and shook his head, the old sect master was dead. It seems that he is also tired of being rich, and he is no longer the lion of the White Tiger Hall in the past.

The two of them have been fighting for half their lives, and the opponent has lost his fighting spirit, and now Scar also feels bored, muttering some inaudible words. Scar couldn't help but think of the girl named Nero again. Scar was so impressed with her.

Scar always sensed that there was something indescribable about Nero, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so he gave up. Now, he just sighed, and such a goddess died like this.

The wind and rain in Shangjing are even greater. Yes, a typhoon is near.

The clouds of war loomed over everyone on the planet Antigia, and Storm No. 4 was approaching the city of Shangjing, and it had been raining for several days. The prices of daily necessities are rising throughout Shangjing. Whether it is a welfare house or a slum, the poor people in Jiangbei are about to be crushed by those profiteers.

All mortals in the world have good and evil.

This is a reality that has been determined since the Garden of Eden, that all humanity is included, and that cannot be changed.

But why is this backward civilization of the third star always keen on meaningless wars and always keen on bullying the weak? Is it because there is good and evil to each? Or is it the so-called law of the jungle?

Stupidity! Barbarous! A bunch of garbage!

The weak also have the right to live, and the lives of the weak should also be respected. Because all mortals in the world are weak.

How much does it cost to live? The poor people who gathered in Jiangbei have done their best just to live. Caught in the trap of poverty, they have no hope in life.

Nero knew that such people were in the four domains of mankind and the four universes, and there were many, many more.

How many? Under the cloudless night sky, look up at the starry sky. Next to every star, there is almost one planet where billions of people live.

Grandpa Long Yuantian's body is getting worse, and his injuries seem to be getting worse.

The internal organs are exhausted due to the damage of the spirit body, and there is no technical treatment on this planet. In the worst-case scenario, Grandpa Long Yuantian may not be able to survive this winter. It's just that at this time, there are also underworlds looking for trouble.

Don't you let go of the poor people in Jiangbei at this time? All this scum is everywhere, damn it!

Nero's face was as cold as ice, and he longed for the complete extinction of this hopeless planet. At this moment, if possible, she was sure she would do it.

But now, along with the other four girls, he was surrounded by several big men in black in the middle of the elevator. Nero is now just an ordinary village girl.

This is an elevator that leads directly to the top floor, which seems to be quite high-end, and the interior decoration is quite gorgeous.

The four walls of the elevator are marble tiles with exquisite patterns, and gold wires are embedded in the brick joints. The life of the rich is really nourishing.

According to Nero's evaluation criteria, it is just that the walls are polished a little brighter, so that the human figure can be reflected.

As for the handrails, the beautiful stones inlaid with them, or the elevator buttons made of crystal, and the gold filled in the brick joints, are all redundant and meaningless things.

These things can only play their value when they are rewarded for meritorious deeds and represent a kind of honor.

The elevator finally arrived, and it was an ordeal. The other four girls were still crying and sobbing.

Nero was the only one who was emotionally stable. At the moment, she is just in a super bad mood, super bad.

In order to avoid affecting Grandpa Long Yuantian, who was his benefactor, and in order to protect his closest brother, Nero had to come with this group of people.

Even Superman has weaknesses. Her only weakness is her most beloved brother, Long Qicong.

Nero always liked to call him in a sweet voice, little brother. Whenever she talks about it to others, she always likes to call Long Qicong as a small servant.

Nero thinks that the current situation is that there are no scruples, and the problem has been reduced to dealing with a group of country hooligans.

Be careful, she feels that she has enough strength to deal with it.

With this in mind, the door to the suite on the top floor slowly opened. On both sides of the gate stood two tower-like men, exuding a solemn and cold atmosphere.

What followed was a pungent smell of blood, as well as a faint smell of rot.

If ordinary people may be "evil", then the boy in the room is the most "evil" collection of human beings.

Several corpses, which could barely be called corpses, were stacked in one corner of the room. The sun-dried skin sticks to the bones, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken, revealing a dark hole.

This is probably an idea of what the fate of the girls is.

The young man's eyes were glowing, naked, and he looked at them fiercely, with a slight excitement, as if he was addicted to cigarettes, and said slowly.

"It's finally here! These are the last five, and Lao Tzu will be able to achieve great success. ”

Nero's eyes twitched, and he realized that he had been reckless.

It wasn't that he was completely frightened by the scene in front of him, but that the young man who was covered in blood exuded fluctuations of spiritual power—a power that did not belong to mortals.

The boy exuded a powerful spiritual wave, and the power contained in him far exceeded his own. Judging from the spiritual power alone, the man had at least a strength level equivalent to the δ rank.

δ tier, the fourth tier in the rules of the round table. According to the rules here, the teenager has reached the infant stage. The Rules of the Round Table, originating from the legendary Emperor of the pre-imperial period, King Arthur, were revised by the Imperial Knights Province and the Imperial Pure and Applied Theology Union.

δ level, most people with spiritual affinity have exhausted a level that is difficult to reach in their lifetime. That man is only in his early twenties, and he can reach this level? This is impossible, the spiritual veins of this planet have been depleted, and the spiritual power available for cultivation in heaven and earth is becoming less and less. Such a young person, cultivating from his mother's womb, with the resources of this planet, no matter how his qualifications are against the sky, he can γ at most. That is, the local population of Jin Dan or so.

Could it be a "second type of interstellar intervention"? Are the Imperial Civilization Administration and the Imperial Army sleepwalking?

As hard as it is to believe, the facts are right in front of you, and how ridiculous they are. Nero was still in shock, and the boy had already begun to act, slowly approaching, grabbing the nearest girl.

No matter how the girl begged and cried, the teenager didn't care and choked the girl's neck. A pale blue halo emanated from the two of them.

The girl's vitality slowly dissipated, and literally, the girl's body gradually withered. At least a few minutes ago, she was alive and able to be called a girl, but now she was just a female corpse. The girl slowly withered and slowly withered.

Nero's eyes froze, and although he didn't know very well, he could roughly guess what the boy was doing.

Plunder spirits. It was not just death, it was a torture of the soul, the cruelest and most inhumane punishment in the world. Even in the harshest times of the Empire's punishments, they were not used.

Nero gritted her teeth, she didn't expect someone to do such a dehumanizing thing just for the sake of power. Nero was furious, but she had to endure, she had no more choice.

Her spiritual power is only β level, the second level. There are two levels separated from the middle of the δ steps. If she wants to be weak against strong, she has to use that skill.

The blood flow rate in Nero's body increased, and spiritual energy began to intervene in metabolism, and the explosive "spiritual oxidation reaction" began to replace the mild glucose oxidation in the cells.

Her temperature began to rise gradually, and uncontrollable sweat soaked the hem of her clothes.

This is the foundation of the Knights, the theological armament of the Empire, in the use of the art of war. A warfare technique that trades long-term endurance for short-term explosive power at any cost.

Some people call this a blood explosion, and some call it a rampage, or some kind of anger awakening, blood explosion, or it is a cool name for some kind of heavenly fire and mysteries.

However, the knights of the empire were not keen on giving the craft a cool name.

Because for them, as mentioned before, this is the foundation of the foundation, and it is a necessary skill that every knight must know. It is an important skill to survive the brutal war.

If you have to say it, there seems to be a title in the textbook, "Red Magic Release", referred to as Red Devil Release.

Magic is an old name circulated in the academic community before the Imperial Pure and Applied Theology Association and the Imperial Knight Province held the first interstellar conference on pure and applied theology to officially unify the name of "spiritual power". Later, it seemed that the folk samurai and the military knights were used to it, and they did not change.

If you use the "fourth-order red magic release", Nero has some chances. This is already very reluctant, if you forcibly release a more high-level Red Devil, I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses.

She pressed a huge amount of spiritual power, almost draining the amount of storage in her body. On this planet with poor spiritual power, Nero can't store much spiritual power.

With this bit of spiritual power, there is no room to save people.

The scene played out before Nero's eyes, but there was nothing she could do. The act of intervening spiritual power in metabolism is undoubtedly like smoking in an ammunition depot.