A long time ago, tyrants were not tyrants, and they did not yet dominate thousands of legions of tyrants. The only difference between him and the common plague species may be that he was born in human form, with a slightly more developed brain than most plague species.

The place where the tyrant was born is not the wasteland of the Fallen Zone, but the place where the name of one party is engraved deep in the genes, called the "Abyss".

In the memory of the tyrant, there is no sun in the abyss, and the sky and the earth of the abyss are pitch black. In the morning, an arc of blazing white light appears in the abyssal sky. The white trail of light that stretches from the eastern horizon to the western horizon is a symbol of the morning.

There are endless plague species of animals and plants living in the abyss, and the main tone here is "cannibalism", all plague species are killing each other, devouring the same or different species to become stronger, all just to climb to a higher genetic peak!

Without emotion, without personality, the abyss is a machine factory, setting the rules, and the instinct of all living beings is to kill other living beings. And such a place that is tantamount to a slaughter field is the "hometown" that runs through the memories of the first half of the beast's life.

Compared with the second half of the tyrant's life, there is nothing wrong with saying that the first half of his life was a muddy life. The chaos of the first half of his life was until that day, when the clouds cleared, because on that day, the tyrant met the dark throne under the guidance of fate.

The Throne of Darkness stands atop a mountain of gray-black bones, thick of dust and cobwebs accumulating between the tall thrones, the outpouring of thrones from a bygone time. The tyrant who had just experienced a dark slaughter at the foot of the Mountain of Bones, the power that had been precipitated in his body for a long time finally gathered into a battering ram that attacked the third-order city wall. The Tyrant blasted the walls into the air and gained the ability to "Mega".

Perhaps this is fate, the oversized tyrant is placed in the middle of a sea of corpses of countless kinds, and when he looks up, he sees the pitch-black throne standing on the top of the mountain of bones. The throne was just right for his evolved size, it had been sealed in the dust of time, and it stood among the bones just like he is now.

The tyrant thought to himself that the throne seemed to be lonely, and as if it was very close to him.

The tyrant climbed the mountain of bones, brushed away the dust and cobwebs from the dark throne, and sat down on the throne. From then on, there was one less sentient being in the abyss, and one more third-order overlord who could call the wind and rain!

The first time the tyrant sat on the Black Throne, his spine was connected to the Black Throne. He absorbed the life energy accumulated over the years that had been sealed inside the Dark Throne and gained some of the Throne's powers. This part of the ability is to "give" and "attract".

He can break down parts of his own body, give other beings pure vitality, help them regain their strength, and restructure their body tissues; He can attract any plague species that contain a lot of Anomalous Viruses in their bodies, and let them fall into the trap of the Throne, which can be filled by transforming life energy into himself.

The tyrant understands that this ability is incomplete, and that this ability can only be truly complete if it obtains the ability to hide the last "third" of the throne. So he embarked on a journey to find and discover the last "third" ability of the throne, hunted countless lives by "attracting", and formed a tyrannical beast army that belonged only to him by "giving"!

The tyrant who has the Dark Throne has always believed in the existence of fate, and he believes that as long as he continues to follow the path of fate, he can reach his final destination.

Fusion of bones is only part of the journey, and the tyrant did not expect that this would be another encounter of fate!

The Immortal Bone is the skeleton of a fourth-order life, and the Immortal Bone Master also possessed the same type of ability as the Dark Throne during his lifetime! The tyrant absorbed the immortal bones through the Dark Throne, and the gears of fate jumped out of the original cycle and entered a new one! Guided by fate, he naturally sacrificed his body in exchange for a cocoon rebirth in the depths of the throne.

The completely transformed tyrant has truly gained the full power of the Dark Throne! The Dark Throne has changed from his "treasure" to a "prop" completely controlled by him.

"Follow the path of destiny and overcome all difficulties, and you will grow! Yu will inevitably gain 'growth', and Yu will inevitably become the new emperor of the wasteland! Because this is the path of destiny that Yu will inevitably embark on! ”

The tyrant looked at the three-foot-long knife that kept cracking between his hands and was about to shatter without any suspense, and a monstrous storm was brewing in his heart! He felt that by crushing this long knife, he was crushing the obstacles that were blocking his progress! He had a wonderful premonition: when he absorbed this unique human being, he would open up a new path of growth for himself!

The tyrant suddenly spoke, his voice like a demon of the abyss, an evil temptation: "Young man, the 'gravitational pull of fate' is unstoppable by all beings. In addition to fate, what can dominate all living beings is the ability of Yu! Since you are the last trump card of this group of humans, Yu will make an exception to tell you the name of your ability. This is Yu's power - 'Soul Monarchy'! ”

The moment these four words entered Wu Qi's ears, Wu Qi suddenly pierced the last layer of window paper about the tyrant's ability. The concentration of complete concentration is uncontrollably scattered to the inner tenth.

The next moment, a blood-colored aurora suddenly opened up in the center of Wu Qi's field of vision! The long knife was detonated from the inside out by the tyrant's power at this moment, hundreds of sharp fragments of different shapes collapsed away from the knife body along the dense crack trajectory, half of the fragments with blood-colored energy were sucked into the tyrant's body in one go, and half of the fragments were wrapped in the impact of the blast, shooting straight into Wu Qi's chest!

A stream of dark red blood immediately flowed from between Wu Qi's lips, and his spine was forcibly bent by the powerful kinetic energy wrapped in dozens of long knife fragments. His beautiful obsidian eyes widened as he stared at the long knife that had burst and only a third of its blade and hilt remained.

The long knife is still in his hand, but the long knife is already ......

Wu Qi suddenly felt three electric currents suddenly erupt violently all over his body, and he subconsciously reacted, the shape of the tyrant's hands and feet had disappeared in front of his eyes!

The speed at which the tyrant got serious was not below Wu Qi at all, and his physical strength and strength were far greater than him.

Three crisp bone cracking sounds sounded almost simultaneously, and Wu Qi's body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell on the roof of the car without any unloading action. He was lying on the roof of the car, his right hand still gripping the hilt of the broken knife, and his limbs spasmed, but he couldn't get up.

Wu Qi's left elbow and the knee surface of his two legs were all shattered, and the broken bones pierced the skin and flesh, staining the skin outside the three joints scarlet, and the bright red blood dripped down the white broken bone stubble, turning into a stain of blood.