The reunited people were exceptionally strong, and the devil was defeated. But defeat is relative, and the core of the devil does not dissipate when it appears again. People are clear about what despair is.

The devil opened a door, and behind the door was a steady stream of devils rushing out. Countless large nets fell from the sky, and the clansmen struggled helplessly in the nets. Rao is the most powerful human in the clan, and he can't resist, and that kind of web is not a regular substance.

In order to survive, the clan masters were divided into two, and one of them stepped into the separator, he entered the living people, and came out with the purest soul source.

The other half of the human race condensed the soul source and turned it into a war knife.

Weapons against fishing nets were born, and the tide of battle was turned again. After countless years of war, the devil retreated, and the entire human race was less than one in number.

Two wars, hundreds of years. The earth has dried up, the mountains and rivers have collapsed, and the earth that has survived has become devastated. The collapse of civilization became inevitable, and the few who survived stuck to their homeland, while the other part repaired the spaceship and set foot on the starry sky again to find the people who were still sailing in the vast universe.

People who stick to their homeland struggle and sigh, while transforming their living environment, while looking at the starry sky. They always believed that their people would come back.

Time continues to pass, and the ages have repaired the wounds of the earth. A group of people who were in tatters returned to the ground. Learn from your ancestors and change your environment.

Tribes, kingdoms, great powers... They replicate the trajectory of their ancestors. There is only one thing, they will never allow the development of space technology, and it is a sin to even look up at the stars. "You can't raise your head to the stars, where will the devil appear."

For many years, people observed this dogma. Until one day, a teenager, who was tied to a pillar of fire, shouted into space with his life. "Truth, you shouldn't bow your head."

The boy was reduced to ashes, but his cry remained in the hearts of many.

From that day on, there were more people looking up at the starry sky. Pillars of fire everywhere endure.

The civil war broke out again, and Luo Chuan's heart was cold.

When the civil war broke out into its tenth year, spaceships that had disappeared for thousands of years floated neatly over the planet. Without hesitation, they emitted rays of light at the ground, and a large number of clansmen fell to the ground.

These dead people are brought to life, and only the source of their souls has been drained.

The people on the ground have since been reduced to slavery and will be struck by spaceships every twenty-year cycle. Luo Chuan couldn't understand the practice of the spaceship, these are all of the same race.

It wasn't until the fifth harvest season that Luo Chuan understood the reason from under the light curtain of the spaceship.

Those people are different from the life of the planet, they have no hair, no pupils, all the physical strangeness is in the service of the survival of the universe, there is no superfluity, they become more high-end, they become ruthless.

"Do not believe in any life that comes from the universe, not even yourselves an epoch later, that they return only for the sake of the Source."

Luo Chuan finally understood the origin of Gu Yu's sentence, and the information contained on it turned out to be like this**.

Continuing back to the picture, the fifth round of harvesting, is not so easy. The group of people who looked up at the starry sky worked out a way to fight back. The pillars of energy on the ground shot wildly into the sky.

Each ball of light that was ejected was filled with people armed with various weapons.

Homologous moves, homologous techniques, and even near-homologous technology. But neither side intended to stay, and the intensity of the war was no worse than the battle between the First and the Devil.

When the battle broke out, a coordinate that had been reserved for thousands of years lit up. Clusters of light roared out, and the familiar scene reappeared.

Even though the first and second periods were defeated and retreated, the two sides never joined forces, and the three sides never died.

After the war was fought, the fleet of the First Age, leaving behind several wrecks and jumping into the curved mirror to break away from the occupation circle. The people of the Second Age began to be unable to withstand the tremendous stress. The first unequal treaty was signed, "Every hundred years, provide millions of soul sources for the Protoss..."

A hundred years passed quickly, and the ball of light that came to harvest the soul source was greeted by an endless attack. One million soul sources, all of which were made into weapons, shattered the coordinates with a bang. The earth seems to be safe.

But people never expected that the fleet of the First Age would once again come out of the curved mirror. Another attack on the ground.

"Kindred, please give up resistance, we have found a way to eternal life. Contribute your source and step into the true cosmic forest..."

The people of the First Age have remembered their original identity, but for the sake of that ethereal obsession, they have no scruples about killing their people.

There was no winner in this battle, and after the first battle, the earth became full of vicissitudes again. Those who survived were re-enforced in the harsh environment until the earth was dense and green and green.

The Tertiary Age began, and they lost more than the Second Age. Technology has been forgotten, and the entire Tertiary Age could not form a single state, only countless sects and families towered.

But this era made Luo Chuan's heart full of sourness.

The devil has lost its coordinates, and thousands of years of searching have finally found the planet that has desecrated them twice.

They arrived without communicating with anyone, and directly began the purest Trinity strike.

Without science and technology, without systematic research, the Tertiary seemed unable to cope with this kind of thing that was far beyond their understanding. This group of people simply lifted the war knife in their hands and split the perfect body in the sky again and again...

At the end of the Tertiary Period, the clansmen suffered a crushing defeat. This time is different from the previous two times, the green mountains are still the same, and the green water is long. The earth is still so beautiful, except for the human beings who know how to appreciate it.

"This is our farm, so this planet belongs to us..."

Since the beginning of the Third Age, the entire earth has become the private domain of the devil. Every thousands of years, a harvest is carried out, and after each harvest, the reserved embryos are sown all over the world... Repeat again and again.

But let the devil rush to a strange thing, countless harvests, and the people of a land will 100% find a trace of the likeness, and they will launch a counterattack.

These counterattacks are bizarre, ranging from leading people to commit mass suicide and frantically expanding their territory.

There are even some ignorant guys who wave their weapons at it.

That land, he remembered, had been where there had been a race that had led the entire planet three times in a row. And after the seeds planted in each epoch mature, they quickly become extremely special.

It's so special that you can't divide that land, it's so special that you always use square words, and it's special that people above will always find the knowledge left over from the first three eras.

In the two thousand and one hundred years, it sealed off the land. And the embryonic stock was not released ...

In the magical two thousand one hundred years, in the magical land, a magical human appeared and he called himself - proton.