The battle between the Terrans and the Nami did not become smoother because of the victory of the Kamiyin clan, but on the contrary, it came to a stalemate.

As the leader of the slave army, Wolf Dance does not care about the lives of these slaves under him, he cares about himself, his own life, and the happiness and favor of his master.

The slave army is not as fierce as it seems to be afraid of death, to be precise, these slaves are willing to be driven, the most fundamental reason is that they are afraid of death, as long as they can survive, let him do anything. Even if it's to raise a butcher's knife to one's own kind, or even to one's family.

Slaves have no right to live, only the hope of survival, which is given by their masters. Now it was given by the Nine Emperor Uncle Xiaotian. Mermel is his new master.

In order to please Mermel, Wolf Dance divided the slave legion into squads of 10,000 people, a total of 2,000 squads took turns to attack the Shattered Star Field.

Although the shadow cast by the Hidden Warriors on the Slave Legion is getting bigger and bigger, deserters have also appeared in the Slave Legion. But the solution to some wolf dances is simple. That's killing.

If you run alone, then kill everyone in the class around him. If a squad runs, kill a platoon, and if a platoon runs, kill a company. Under such a high-pressure policy, the Slave Legion formed one

The deformed supervision environment, in order to survive, those who want to run away dare not speak out, and everyone looks like they are about to take their own lives at any time. Anyone who wants to run looks like they want to run away. And so the slave legions became one again. A force twisted by fear, I have to say that it is also a very terrifying force.

At least there is no better way for Xiongwen to solve this force, and the killing seems to be unable to withstand the attack of the slave army and the self-explosion of the fearless death.

In the face of a group of desperate madmen, what else can they fear and care.

Qiming has returned to the Nebula Space, and the killing is still going on, with the Divine Legion and the Slave Legion. Qiming was very sad. These are all human races, but they are on the opposite side, what will they do if the master returns, at least now they are completely helpless.

Mermel had a very comfortable life, and in the past twenty years, the Na'vi Divine Armor Army has not lost a single soldier. And even returned to the mirror image of peace on the eve of the Great War. And the greatest pleasure of the Divine Armor Army is to watch those lowly Terrans, like beggars shuttling back and forth in the base.

How many Terrans have been lost today, which one of the slaves is more beautiful, and which one is disgusting, these have become the most popular topics of conversation among these divine armor soldiers after dinner.

Mermel sat in his comfortable office, enjoying red wine and leisure, but sometimes, he would suddenly think of the Nine Emperor Uncle Xiaotian, who had not been heard from for a long time. Ever since Xiaotian led the Royal Guard,

After going to exterminate the inheritors of the human race, it is said that after taking two thousand god king powerhouses, he returned to the imperial city and there was no news again.

Xiaotian will be defeated at the hands of the Nami Emperor Yingtian, which Mermel does not believe at all. If Xiaotian is defeated, the Na Mo Mei family will be suppressed or eradicated as soon as possible. But now the family not only enjoys generous treatment, but also develops day by day. It's just that the profits before the Great War are missing, after all, the Terran trade has now become very scarce.

In the Nami tribe, many of the Terrans were marked as free people because of the Great War. The strength and status of these people, the highest level is only the middle god, even if this is the case, it is very rare, those ordinary human races, are all relatives of the slave army, and they do not get the respect they deserve in the Nami tribe.

Because of the rebellion of the Terran ancestral land, the supply of Terran slaves fell into a serious shortage. Terran slaves became a cherished commodity for a while, and only the Nami people with status and financial resources could own them. Naturally, these so-called freedmen became the preferred targets of Na'i slave traders.

And the Nami administrators also take a nonchalant attitude towards all this, which makes these people's resentment deeper and deeper. However, in the face of the powerful Na'vi, these Terrans can only pinch it for one reason, although they are low-class citizens, although they have the right to live and freedom, they do not have the privileges of the Na'i tribe.

It doesn't cost a Nami to kill a human at any cost. What's more, it's just to pull these people out and sell them.

In such an environment, these free people are just changing their names, but in fact they are just slaves in a captive environment.

Naturally, where there is oppression, there is resistance, and the unwilling people secretly form resistance organizations, they gather in the slums, and do everything possible to rescue the captives from the hands of the slave organizations, and sometimes there will inevitably be conflicts, and the end will naturally end with the destruction of these organizations. Despite this, there are many more such groups spreading.

Just like the Mars floating in the sky, although it is as fragile as fireworks, it will die in an instant, but it still fills all corners of the Nami tribe.

Hood, in the Na'vi means life. Planet Hood is a green planet that is the favorite place of the Na'vi elves, whose ancestors lived on such a planet.

The Na'vi people here still live a laid-back life, wandering the streets in beautiful dresses, or holding a human child, walking a dog to show their love, or eating and laughing.

Such a beautiful place is indeed a paradise for the Na'vi, but for the Terran slaves or civilians here, it is still a territory.

The advantage of civilians over slaves was that they could not be exterminated at any time. The rest have to rely on themselves, such as the materials for survival, and have to rely on selling labor and even flesh in exchange.

Outside the city of Carmen on the planet Hood, such a group of Terrans, jugglers, gathered. The so-called juggling is nothing more than dressing up as a clown and entertaining the audience in various ways. There is also such a team in the Nami tribe, but it is much more noble than the Terran people.

This juggling troupe has 20,000 people, including old people, children, women, and men. One by one looks dirty. His face was also yellow and thin, and he couldn't guarantee three meals a day, let alone the materials used in cultivation. Despite this, there was laughter in the crowd.

Although the days were hard, freedom was only a promise to them, and although they did not know if they would meet slave traders tomorrow, they still enjoyed it very much.

Xiaotian didn't understand why this despicable Terran had such a moment. For him, perhaps for an animal with low intelligence, he didn't need to be understood, even if he was killed, he should be smiling.

But are the Terrans really a despicable and mentally retarded race? The Terrans produced gods a hundred times faster than the Zerg, ten times faster than the Nami Race, and the Terrans were the race of the God Emperor, the God Emperor who once ruled the entire world.

These people also have feelings, they have joys and sorrows, they also have dreams, even if these dreams are so insignificant, and some people just want to really enjoy a big meal.

Xiao Tian mingled in this juggling troupe, sitting in the most menial jobs, wearing tattered clothes, his face was dirty and he couldn't see his original appearance, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all.

The inheritor of the Terran race, since the Whistling Nebula, has completely disappeared. Xiaotian used various channels but didn't have the slightest clue, so he mixed in with the human race. If you want to destroy your opponent, you need to know your opponent. This is the answer that Xiaotian gave himself.

But twenty years later, Xiaotian still doesn't have any clues, these people don't seem to have much nostalgia for the ancestral land of the human race, and even mention it will show a look of fear, after all, the human race is resisting the Nami tribe, if others know their opinion, then there is only a dead end.

Despite not having any valuable clues, Xiaotian remained here for twenty years. In the past twenty years, Xiaotian even has the cheap name of a human race, Tianle.

Xiao Tian usually doesn't participate in everything the juggling troupe. It's just that the team is splashing around. Even because of Xiaotian, several ransacks by slave traders saved this juggling troupe from the doom of destruction, and it is precisely because of this that Tianle is loved by everyone.

No one knows where Tianle came from, and they don't know why Yilu has such strength mixed with his own people. Of course, with such a protector, no one will refuse.

And Xiaotian, the only reason to stay here is just to wait, he believes that as long as he waits here, that inheritor will appear sooner or later.

Inside the abyss of depravity, a huge aura suddenly spread, and the hard walls reached the extreme in an instant like a balloon filled with air, turning into pieces of fragments and dissipating around. With the explosion as the center, it expanded a distance of 20,000 meters in all directions and became a ruin.

Millions of God King Crystals floated in the air, exuding a red luster.

"Yes, yes, twenty years of cultivation to the Domination level, and now even you have the ability to protect yourself in the face of Hua Xiaodie." Long Aotian said with relief.

"But how do you get out?" I was a little depressed, because I found that even though I had risen to the rank of Dominant, I still couldn't escape the oppression of the Abyss of Fall. Still can't open the nebula space.

"Going out, of course. In this space, if I have a way, I still need to wait for you to break through! When you reach the Domination level, it's just a possibility to survive in the dark space. Long Aotian despised it.

I sighed, didn't say anything, and with a move, the God King Crystal in the air quickly gathered together and was directly collected by me into the space ring. There were 20 million God Kings in it, and Xiao Tian took 2,000 with him. The rest naturally can't be wasted, although there is no God Emperor Seal, but I have Long Aotian. Although the Divine Emperor Seal is magical, it is just a magic weapon. The Emperor's artifact. After the God Emperor has a chance to reincarnate, let the God Emperor refine one by himself and it will be over.