A doomsday tyrant who has completely swallowed his original galaxy and has not even let go of everything for a full three light-years has pulled the Ark of the planet Accra out of the state of transition.

The Ark of the Planet of Akara fell directly into the gravitational tide of the Tyrant of Doom, and the various defense mechanisms created by the Golden Empire for the planet Arka were fully activated at this moment, successfully allowing the Arkark of the Planet of Akara not to be torn to pieces by the gravitational tide, but it could only do so.

The Ark was fixed to the light of the Doomsday Tyrant, and the entire planetary ark began to melt slowly as if soaked in a scorching soup.

The plant spirits discovered this terrible fact, and as a last resort, they sent a rescue signal to an emergency channel, which explains why the Golden Capital has the coordinates here, and why this coordinate is multi-encrypted and set as an important secret.

But in fact, after Kunwu and Karazan compared the timetable, they found that when they sent the signal, there was actually nothing alive in the Golden Capital.

Their rescue signals are just encrypted and saved by the system automatically according to the program.

No reinforcements arrived. The Planters found themselves left to find a way to escape. So they began to build shelters underground, and at the same time began to figure out how to deal with the tyrant of the apocalypse.

Fortunately, during the hundreds of years that the planetary ark has been wandering, the plant spirits have not stopped modifying it, so they quickly established the current geocentric shelter.

But if they can't escape the gravitational pull of the tyrant of Doom, they will only survive a few more days even here.

So the Planters executed another plan at the same time.

They are ready to take out this doomsday tyrant ahead of schedule.

After a lot of theoretical explanations that Kunwu and they couldn't understand, Karazan finally said the plan of Zhiling, which was to use a set of special equipment left by the Golden Empire on the planetary ark to modify the Doomsday Tyrant at the information level, so as to make this Doomsday Tyrant die early.

Almost half of the population died during this process, not in a transformed form, but in a real death. Plants don't die easily, but that doesn't mean they really won't die.

But they succeeded, detonating the equipment left over from the Golden Empire, using the rampaging information turbulence to prematurely terminate the Doomsday Tyrant's life, turning it into a cloud of thin matter that no longer produces gravity, but still emits light and heat.

Unfortunately, in the process, the planetary ark was also severely damaged and could no longer move.

Ironically, the embers left behind by the dead Doomsday Tyrant kept the entire Planetary Ark up for tens of thousands of years, and it wasn't until two thousand years ago that the last embers of the Doomsday Tyrant could not provide energy to the Planetary Ark, and the Planetary Ark turned into complete internal friction.

During this period of time, a series of major changes have taken place in the plant spirits.

The most important of these is that the turmoil of information not only ended the tyrant of the apocalypse, but also changed the plant spirit.

Or as it is said in mythology, the Knight of Light was contaminated by the blood of the demon when he slain it.

The plant spirit has mutated in the turmoil of information.

The first is that their form change is no longer simply limited to the original half-human, half-plant change, but changes into anything they can imagine.

Whether it's a plant, or an animal, or a fantasy monster, or even some machine.

At first, the planters saw this change as a good thing, but they soon discovered the disastrous consequences of such a change.

They lose their ability to reproduce.

All plant spirits have lost the ability to reproduce both sexes.

But if that's all there is to it, then the Spirits can still hold on, after all, they have a second way of reproduction, and that is the Soul Tree Akala.

However, Akara requires a lot of energy to reproduce, and when the planetary ark can only draw energy from a piece of embers, it is impossible for Akara to breed plant spirits normally.

Therefore, the plant spirits immediately began to control their newborn birth rate, from the first ten years to a hundred newborns, to ten newborns in the next ten years, until the planet began to have internal friction, a newborn can only be born in a hundred years.

Little by little, the Planters slowly delayed the demise of the entire race in this way.

Fortunately, the lifespan of the plant spirits is extremely long, and the information turbulence has not changed their lifespan at least, and a healthy plant spirit can survive peacefully for tens of thousands of years.

But the disaster didn't end there, and the planters soon discovered another, even bigger disaster.

After their physical death, their souls can no longer return to the Soul Tree normally, but will simply dissipate. The only way to return the soul to the Soul Tree is to commit suicide in the prime of life (before the age of 8,000).

As a result, the entire race, which had never committed suicide since its civilization, had an alarming suicide rate.

The elders had spent a great deal of money to prevent this tragedy, and the population of the Planters had plummeted to a dangerous number.

So the elders made an important decision, they prayed to Akara, and then committed suicide and merged into the Soul Tree, merging the souls of all the suicides, with the consciousness of the elders as the main body, forming the current huge aggregate.

This is today's Presbyterian Karazhan.

Later, Karazhan used the hand of the Soul Tree Akara to modify the memories of all the living plant spirits.

The surviving plant spirits have become a primitive race living in the center of the planet, who tell the story of the Great Black Sky by word of mouth, but forget that it is actually only the inner shell of their home planet.

They still love and worship the Soul Tree, but they have forgotten where the souls of the former plants will return after their deaths.

After exhausting all means and making countless sacrifices, the Planters have finally survived to the present, but how long can they last?

It took Karazan ten hours to tell all this, Kunwu and the others were completely immersed in the story, forgetting the passage of time, and when the last picture disappeared and Karazan reappeared in the eyes of everyone, Kunwu and the others came to their senses.

The story of a race survival is never so easy.

Kungo and his friends let out a long breath and withdrew their thoughts from the thrilling story.

"So, is there anything we can do to help?" Kungo was silent for a long time before he suddenly spoke, "Karazan, you told us this to see if we could help, right?" ”