Everyone is excited about their new home in this world.

Expecting a new lease of life, they didn't even have time to survey the terrain properly, so they built their own magnificent city on it.

The power of time is powerful, and no life can escape the shackles of time.

In the past, time was the antidote to their people, but now, it has become their poison.

By the time they discovered an ancient secret buried underground, and were overjoyed to have found citrine, almost at the same time, a nameless calamity struck.

They were "welcomed" by native creatures, natives in primitive tribal form.

Due to the needs of colonization, the ancients easily defeated them in the war with the local natives for living space, and forced them to leave their homes on earth.

Subsequently, they destroyed their ancient cities and habitats.

The natives cursed loudly, and under the leadership of the tribal leaders, they banded together and fled into the depths of the labyrinth of great ruins underground.

The ancients did not give up the purging and continued to pursue deeply.

The underground buildings that extend in all directions are obviously older than the buildings on the ground, and they also found citrine and many ancient artifacts hidden deep underground.

The natives who had forced them into the corner revolted, and a large number of plants grew near the altar where the natives had buried their last defenses.

The deeper he went, the more he was shocked by what he saw.

The ancient altar does not seem to be a separate giant structure, but a part of an ancient complex, with spiral-shaped circular pits all over the ground, desolate and ancient, with traces of "sacrificed" blood.

In addition to the plants that are not part of the entire space, there are also a large number of supernatural corpses.

There are many varieties of these plants, and they are abundant.

Even in the darkness when there is no sunlight underground, beautiful bright red flowers bloom and emit a dazzling starry light that illuminates the entire underground space.

They seem to live by drawing energy from beneath the ground, and the plants have well-developed root systems and are the product of a unique ecosystem.

In these plants, it seems that the genes of countless species are fused together, and they are different to form everything in front of them.

The flowers have yellow dotted stripes on them, the petals appear and disappear, and what is even more surprising is that these plants can move on their own, and even have a terrifying sense of attack.

In the midst of a fierce conflict, the Indigenous Paranormal who is not afraid of death appears.

Indigenous mummies, known as dormants, crawled out of the depths of the altar, their burning bodies beginning to grow gigantic as they confronted the invaders, their bulging flesh lighting up the life energy.

Ignorant of pain and death, they used their furious bodies as weapons, tearing apart their invaders' bodies with fangs and claws, and their muscles and muscles were so hard that they could withstand even the advanced weapons of the Ancients.

Some of these dormants are small and ape-like, but they move very quickly, and their bodies are covered in a mucus-like substance, which immediately melts their skin and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Some dormants, themselves with the huge and terrifying size of dinosaurs, with heads like wolves and hyenas, they walk slowly, on all fours, although their whole bodies are covered by rags, but the energy emitted from them is extremely terrifying, as long as the giant pillar-like fingers pinch the enemy, they will immediately crush their flesh and bones, even if the electromagnetic weapon hits their bodies, they cannot stop their movements, because those extremely strong bodies heal quickly;

There are also a few dormants, like a collection of birds and some kind of insect, not only do they have slender and many limbs, but they also have sarcoma-like things in their bodies, some on their shoulders, some on their chests, and these guys are the real killers.

The sarcoma hides gray-white crystals that ripple silently and follow a trajectory that crushes everything it touches.

Under the spell of the natives' insatiable resentment, the natives and dormants began to fight back frantically, until they were broken and sieve-sieve, but they still wanted to fight back by relying on the only remaining pieces of flesh on their bodies.

What's even more terrifying is that those killed by the power of the Dormant will eventually be eaten by the ubiquitous plants and turned into their nutrients.

Even the injured were infected with an incurable virus spores, and after escaping back, they quickly brought the virus spores to the surface.

The Ancients were horrified, suffering so many casualties that they were almost forced to evacuate from the labyrinth of ruins.

Although their weapons are more advanced, the opponents are more numerous, scattered in various dark corners, and are familiar with the situation inside the ruins.

And, most importantly, they are actually backed by biological weapons.

Those dormants look like aboriginal pets in captivity, but that's not the case.

Some of the Ancients soldiers saw with their own eyes that after the killing spree, the dormant who smelled the blood seemed to have gone mad, and even the aboriginal democrats tore and devoured them together.

These aborigines must have been forced into a desperate gamble, and even released terrifying monsters to deal with them.

However, this is simply a war under unequal conditions!

If the strength of the two sides is really similar, maybe this war will not be fought.

The battle that was originally planned to end in three days was lost, and fierce skirmishes broke out at any time.

Moreover, this war dragged on for years.

This has far exceeded all expectations, and the ruling class of the Ancients has been greatly shocked.

Should this be called luck or misfortune?

For a time, the blood of both sides flooded the ancient altar and temple.

Limbs mixed with blood piled up in the underground river, hundreds of tons of bloody, stinking rotting limbs were devoured, and the terrifying aura was fixed in the underground ruins, which persisted for a long time, nourishing the ancient creations in the chaos.

In order to suppress these dormants who have been violently alienated, the Ancients have had to abandon the quick battle and turn to a long-term strike strategy - artificial intelligence bases.

This kind of artificial intelligence base is actually a small arsenal, and its product is that it can be equipped with various weapon accessories through self-learning artificial intelligence, and powerful unmanned weapons can be combined.

As a result, an army of machines that are not consumed by the virus's genes are born, known as nanofixers.

Using a small number of materials from the Mothership Legion, combined with extremely powerful technology, hundreds of AI bases are sent to various battlefields.

They are placed at the entrances and exits of the underground ruins, and they are dispatched day and night to dispatch nano-restorers below to fight the frenzied dormants, and there is no armed force that is afraid of the sporovirus.

In the end, the ancients completely swept away the original natives of the underground through overwhelming technology and more targeted and lethal weapons. Even the occasional escapee who dived deeper underground would not pose any threat to the new colonists.

It was a night of horror.

It was also a night of slaughter.

Like a sudden burst of spores in the mist, scarlet horns and erratic figures appeared, the screams of the night and the disappearance of people one after another, and the sudden appearance of corpses in the city, it looked like a demon had infiltrated the ancients.

Once again, all the bloodlines of the newborn Atlanteans were in fear of being dominated by a great plague.

This time, they had nothing to do.

The genes with other kinds of consciousness have penetrated deep into the body, controlling the will of countless people, turning them into chaotic creatures, and even after their death, the spirit is also used to become terrifying spirit creatures.

This time, it was completely self-inflicted by the ancients!

Their numbers are too scarce to rebuild their former civilization.

What shocked them even more was that the probes that had been launched into the surrounding galaxies had served as a weapon to spread the plague.

Originally, they wanted to let the flame of civilization be passed on, and let the creatures with independent consciousness multiply in order to inherit their own civilization.

But they never thought that the higher the level of civilization, the more difficult it is for individuals to reproduce, and the smaller their population becomes, and the more and more destruction they face.......

This is the history recorded in the Isis Race Library, which coincides with the host's memories.

"I see, the Ancients, the remnants of ancient Atlantis......"

Zhuge Yun's eyes drooped, and a trace of red suddenly flashed in his deep and dark gaze, and a huge coercion pressed towards the place where he was.

It's the "nameless guide"!

Here it comes!

Zhuge Yun's body also emitted coercion at the same time, confronting it, and there was a loud rumbling sound in the space.

There was no time left to think about him, the threat was imminent.

The power of spiritual vision instantly exploded to the maximum, and the scope expanded to the edge of the ancient castle where the energy was overflowing, and he finally saw clearly what was inside the huge ancient castle, a phantom as big as a mountain.

But in an instant, the huge phantom disappeared from the castle.

In Zhuge Yun's heart, he repeatedly calculated the distance from this place to the ancient castle, which was only about one kilometer.

With his speed, it wouldn't take him more than five seconds to sprint with all his might, but if he considered the impact of the skylight and the spiritual power prohibition here, he couldn't estimate whether his spiritual power would be able to sustain this distance.

Pregnant!

Zhuge Yun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and directly stretched out his arm, the blue light lingered on his palm, and an invisible spiritual power erupted, pinching and grasping, like a cutting tool, and quickly sawed down a piece of the hard outer wall of the "Newton".

This is made of alloys. It seems that the sunlight cannot penetrate inorganic matter, such as these metallic materials.

"Come on, I'm going to see what you are."

Zhuge Yun's eyes froze, and he suddenly took a step forward, and the blue spiritual flame rose up, and at the same time raised the metal plate.

Under the hands of the invisible spiritual power giant, this alloy was constantly forged and smelted, and the outer wall of the alloy was quickly thinned, stretched, and cut, and the spiritual power in the palm surged.

He changed the metal as if by magic, and soon, twisted it into a delicately shaped full-body armor.

Even the various parts of the armor are made vividly.

In Zhuge Yun's mind, it was like a precision measuring machine, and all the armor pieces fit all parts of his body just right, but the joints were difficult to completely cover because of the thickness relationship, and it didn't hurt to be a little simple.

If you add intricate floral decoration, this armor is simply like a medieval knight's armor.

He wasn't sure if the skylight would be able to reach the naked. Exposed areas, but with a little attention, it should still be avoidable.

So he tried to condense his spiritual power, and a blue halo surged all over his body.

The result was not very satisfying.

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