The laboratory is eerily quiet, and what used to be a laboratory that is constantly in operation is now eerily quiet.

The sound of water droplets echoed inside.

Tick! Tick!

The black lights in the laboratory were blinded, and the bright lights that used to be continuous throughout the night were also extinguished at this time.

The primitives sat alone in the lab, and he told all the researchers to leave.

Those people were placed in another department, which was to be closed from now on.

All the trials and tests that need to be done have been done, and there is no use for those people to stay here.

Therefore, the primitives arranged them where they should go.

And this long-established laboratory, from now on, will never be opened again, and what can be left behind after that may be a few rumors and legends.

It doesn't matter if these things are in the future, let future generations judge them.

The primitives, the last to use the lab, stood up.

All kinds of strange potions were taken by him to a wall.

Then he pressed his hand lightly against the wall, and the ground under his feet loosened, and then fell.

In the blink of an eye, I came to a basement.

After the primitives re-covered the floor, they once again looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of them.

It's been a long time since I've been here, maybe it's been a long time since I've come to see the kids.

Thirteen large sealed glass tubes were placed on the left and right, six and seven, respectively.

These glass tubes contain their own dead children, which cannot be said to be dead, but half-dead.

Every kid actually has a breath of air, and since the idea of it, he's been making plans.

Today is to be completely completed, and the potion that is beyond anyone's imagination has finally been obtained by him today.

The primitives looked at their children with pleasure, each one looking at it for themselves.

His feelings for his children are not fake, they are true for all.

No matter which child it is, he loves it deeply.

Maybe the children don't understand, but he is like an old mother, who has really done a lot for the children.

After looking at these thirteen heirs, he couldn't help but look at a crystal coffin placed in the center.

With a sad look in his eyes, the primitives walked slowly.

Only half of the distorted appearance of the Pretender, and even the remaining half of the body had its eyes closed.

This is his first offspring, the one who insists on becoming a human and experimenting on himself.

In the end, he was only half successful, and in the long turbulence, the primitive man at that time was not able to preserve the half of the human body.

In the end, he could only run around with the remaining half of his body.

But now it's different, his plan is about to be completed, and even if he doesn't have the other half of his body, this child of his will be resurrected.

He spent a lot of time and effort to find many precious materials, and tried to mix them thousands of times, and finally created a potion that brought him back to life.

Syllable!

All the glass shattered in an instant, and a needle of medicine was injected into the bodies of the thirteen heirs.

Those Void Clans, who were already on the verge of death, instantly regained most of their vitality.

The primitives smiled happily, it was a laugh from the bottom of their hearts, and it had not been such a natural, hearty laugh for a long time.

"Return, my son."

Thirteen Void Flesh bodies flew up, as if they were being pulled by something, breaking through the floor of the laboratory.

Then he broke through the roof of the laboratory and flashed through the world created by this primitive.

The last one flew into the imperial palace, and their bodies began to swell.

Every Void Clan is merging with a member of the Guard.

It became a creature half the size of the moon.

Two different souls coexist in one body, each with its own role and function.

Miraculously, these creatures that could not have been successfully fused together were truly fused.

The mode of thinking that belongs to human beings is also formed in the minds of these thirteen beings.

They woke up.

They were, "Void Ancestors." "The primitives are in sync with their ideas.

It was originally a calm day, but on this day, the thirteen primitives of the Void Clan were going to carry out a sneak attack.

They have come here to catch the pretenders who have betrayed their master.

However, due to the return of the Three Realms here, they could not defeat it with their strength.

This reminded them that they were on a mission, and that they were here to capture the pretenders.

The other two realms have nothing to do with them, so they don't care about it at all.

So, this sneak attack was planned.

The goal is to take down the Pretender before it is discovered by the other two realms.

In the starry sky not far away, thirteen primitives were ready to go.

Thirteen primitives, even if the pretenders are against the sky, they can't escape their nets.

After a brief exchange of thoughts, the figures of the thirteen primitives disappeared into the distance, into the void.

Near the moon, there are also thirteen, and the heirs of a generation seem very confused.

"What's wrong with us?"

"I remember being killed by my elders."

Thirteen consciousnesses communicated.

"Your first enemy is coming." The voice of the disguised primitives was abruptly inserted.

"Did the elders resurrect us?" Someone asked, confused.

"Now is not the time to talk nonsense, first get used to your bodies, and then try to communicate with your other consciousness." The primitives did not answer their questions.

At this time, a generation of heirs observed their bodies, and they were immediately startled.

"That's why, why I'm so strong."

"I have the power of a primitive."

"Huh? Me too. ”

……

The heirs of a generation have realized the changes in their own strength, you know, they were far inferior to the primordials at that time, but now how can they have the power of the primitives.

"I beat you to a state of suspended animation, just so that you can get a state of death."

"Then, the last step of the plan, integration, was completed."

At any time, one soul cannot survive two living beings, this is an iron law, and only when one of them dies can the fusion be completed.

Of course, fake death is not actually death, but under the effect of miracles, it has been achieved with the truth.

Their state is very similar to the state of Lu Shan and Lu Hanshu.

However, there is still a big difference between the two.

"It turns out that the elders didn't really want to kill us, it really scared us at the beginning."

"There are some things that must be dead to have, so they must be hidden from the world, and now they are done, and from now on, you are the false ancestors."

"Although you can no longer give birth to children, you have the power of this primordial, and you have the spirituality of a human being, and you can unleash the battle group."

"It should be noted that you must have a good relationship with your human soul carriers, and now they have been erased by me from all memories, remember to be generous."

The primitives began to educate their children, all of this was just his plan, and even Lu Shan and Lu Hanshu were just part of the experiment.

He counted a lot of people.

"Yes." The words of the Void Ancestors fell.

There were waves of fluctuations in the space, and the next moment thirteen Void Primitives appeared.

They just killed it.

"Protect me, my children, and show me your strength."

The Void Ancestors are the images of spheres, and they are regular and smooth spheres.

At the same time that the primitives rushed over, a large number of various Void Race creatures had already appeared beside them.

These void creatures are lifeless, they are just some shells, or puppets, some flesh that only needs to fight.

They were transformed from the bodies of the Void Ancestors.

After becoming a Void, they lost the ability to be true heirs, and the ability to produce puppets became very powerful.

These puppets are all the ones they once disguised.

Some have two horns on their heads, some are on fire, some are made up of ice spirits, and some are phantoms.

There are so many puppets, each of which is powerful, and these puppets are divided into battle groups.

A battle group is a piece of black oppression, and the combined force of the thirteen void clans is to fill the nearby cosmic space in a short period of time.

The Void Ancestor and the Camouflage Primitives were protected in it, tightly sealed, and the hostile Primitives could not find a chance at all.

These golems, even if destroyed, will be quickly replenished.

The body of the Void Ancestor was a huge barracks, supported by a powerful furnace of dark energy.

It only takes a little time to create a whole bunch of puppets.

Each battle group is an arm of the Void Ancestor, and as time passes, the number of golems has skyrocketed, and the number of battle groups has skyrocketed.

until they reach the limit of what they can control.

Bang!

The space, which had no sound before, seemed to have a muffled thunderous sound at this time.

The Void Ancestor joined forces, and a large number of battle groups formed a pair of huge palms.

As soon as the palms of the hands were closed, one of the primordials was wiped out, and the primordials' bodies full of dark energy were absorbed by them.

In the end, most of the enemy primitives were eliminated, and in the end, five escaped in time.

The Void Ancestors cleaned up the mess, and the Pretender Primitives saw that the dust had settled, and they didn't continue to look at it.

He returned to the moon and retrieved the mutilation of the first child in the crystal coffin.

There were two potions in their hands, and the Void Ancestors only injected one of them, and the other was the one that really took a lot of time and effort to create.

The primordial picked up the remnants of the heir, and in an instant, came to the ground.

It was a dilapidated room where no one came, and a man was sleeping on his side outside the door.

There was also a dark shadow next to him.

"Are you really going to be my enemy?" The black shadow asked, and the evil spirit and demonic energy exploded undoubtedly.

"I can do anything for him." Two potions were injected into the stump.

The primitives walked up to the young man step by step, and stuffed the flesh of the Void Race, which had recovered a little bit of vitality, into the young man's heart.

The female devil looked at the scene in front of her and spat out a few words from her mouth.

"In the future, it's better not to touch me."

"You don't have the power you used to have, and your mouth is still as hard as before." The primitives smiled.

"For the rest, it's up to God." His tone was tired, and he walked under the sunset, like an old man in the twilight.