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Tyrin stood alone at the top of the tower, his eyes hidden beneath the massive triceratops helmet, his cold vertical pupils slowly sweeping into the distance, his cyan tail sweeping across the almost reflective ground, framing the massive figure of the eternal guard.

As the eternal guardian of the town, Tyrin was lonely, and he could only find a glimmer of satisfaction when his people woke up from their sleep at the turn of the century.

And usually, he had to constantly hone his martial arts skills in order to refine even the smallest step again.

The massive scepter was pressed to his hand, a silver glow flowing through the surface of his armor, and the weapons and armor inherited from the Creator were still intact, providing some comfort for what Tyren was going to do next.

This was the twelfth century of his watch, and he was supposed to stay until the mission called him to the outside world, but now it was different.

Someone came in, and more than one.

"Human, Ada, Greenskin......" Tyren widened his golden eyes, "you have no right to touch the treasures of the Creator...... Even if you are allowed to enter. ”

Tyrin walked to the other side of the top of the tower, where there was a large bony horn.

Tyrin took a deep breath.

Then, the horn sounded.

It was so loud that it roared like a sea of mountains.

"The Ancient Blood Society guards this place." Tyrin thought.

"Until the last man. Unless you can prove that you have been chosen, death is your destiny. ”

"What was it just now?" Edward looked around, "What's the roar?" ”

Although it has to be said that the surrounding environment has caused a huge impact on Edward, Steven still quickly adjusts his mentality.

Because what's next is more important.

Until the loud bang just now.

"That sounds like a trumpet...... There are other creatures here! "Be ready for battle, I should know that this will not be so simple," the inquisitor said solemnly. ”

"Don't be in such a hurry yet, we're not sure if the comer is coming with good intentions or bad intentions, Imperial Inquisitor." Steven said, "Maybe they can communicate? ”

"I'm skeptical," Hamilton said, not waiting for the judge to reply, "I've received a piece of data, just sent some video from the drone, and it looks like they're very unfriendly." ”

Hamilton clapped his hands, and a virtual image appeared on the screen.

"Look, that's what it looks like."

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It was an erect creature that resembled a lizard, its golden vertical eyes opened, revealing the chilling eyes of a reptile.

The creature was dressed in a suit of strange armor, with both primitive bone fragments and technologically glittering silver parts. One team of scales held a shield in their hands, and a swarthy machete in the other.

The beast's jaws were wide open, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and it seemed to be growling in a low voice.

"He looks primitive...... And it's very unfriendly. Finally, Steven commented.

"Yes, and they're rushing at us."

"Quantity?"

"Thousands, maybe more than that, it looks like the horn just woke them all up."

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Slan

"The oldest race in the galaxy".

The lower races called them the Toad People, but their glorious name was always Slan, the great race older than the Ancient Saints, the only transcendent.

The most glorious days of their race are over. But they are arguably still the most mysterious living creatures in existence. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Slan evolved, matured, and spread throughout the galaxy. During the period when their race was at its strongest, they discovered and cultivated many primitive races in countless worlds, and accelerated the evolutionary process of those races, eradicating or transferring many dangerous species; And the seeds of hope were sown on many planets. For thousands of years, they experimented all over the galaxy and most likely created many of the species that are now in the galaxy. But their empire has declined, the pace of their civilization has begun to slow down, and the genetic experiments they have done have largely been abandoned. Slan didn't care so much about the galaxy anymore, and they fell into a long dream of introspection. They do not appear to have suffered any material strife, and they have no record of devastating wars or disasters.

On the contrary, it seems that the reason for the influence of their race is that they have undergone some kind of sudden and drastic change, so that they have lost interest in material needs, power, and territory, and perhaps, Slan has discovered something that is not yet known to other races. A secret of the universe, a truth that transcends common sense, or a supreme mystery. In the realm of spiritual philosophy and occult science, as well as in the study of supernatural life forces and mystical powers, no other race can match Slan.

After the Ancient Blood was created by the Ancient Sage, the Ancient Sage knew that the end had come, but the evolution of the Ancient Blood was still far from complete, so the last of these survivors entrusted the Ancient Blood to Shi Lan, these further transcendents.

Slan didn't care about the material world anymore, and for them, the servant race was meaningless, but perhaps out of some compassion, or the preservation of their old habits, Slan agreed to this request and took on the task of taking care of the primordial blood.

Although the ancient blood is wild and difficult to train, Shi Lan has discovered the natural merits of this race.

Loyal.

Of course, there is not much that Slan can do for the Ancient Blood, except for teaching the elders of the Ancient Blood to form the Ancient Blood Council, and teaching the Eternal Guard, these ancient races just silently watched the Ancient Blood develop on their own, but Shi Lan's extraordinary spiritual power and noble wisdom still made the Primordial Ancient Blood worship them as gods, and eventually developed a religion that worships the creator of the Ancient Sage and the guide Slan.

The Slans usually live in their own mysterious cities, but in every city of Ancient Blood, in the iconic tower, there is a Slan Venerable, and the Eternal Guards will guard the top of the tower, guarding the sleeping Venerable and the people of the Ancient Blood.

Although extremely rare, on certain occasions, Slan will drop his own soul projection to direct the actions of the ancient blood.

And whenever such an event occurs, all the ancient bloods rejoice, because it seems to them to be tantamount to a divine manifestation.