Ring, incomparably gigantic ring.

Countless warships, the smallest of which was thousands of meters long, were layered in the starry sky, and they were connected end to end to form a huge ring with no end in sight. In the center of the ring, there is only a tiny, almost dusty meteorite.

At that time, it was an ordinary-looking, featureless meteorite. At this moment, it has become the focus of countless civilizations. Unspeakably weird, weird.

Standing in front of the porthole and observing for a while, the blood pupil closed his eyes.

Of course, a meteorite is not ordinary, ordinary is only its appearance. In fact, it doesn't exist. No matter how much the blood pupil perceives it, it can't find its location.

With the current ability of the blood pupil, if he can't even detect an object, then it can be said that it really doesn't exist. While perception here is somewhat suppressed, pure intuition is not. Therefore, the blood pupil faintly felt that this meteorite might be a relic left in the world in the second life.

But since it doesn't exist, how do you find it?

"This is the gateway to the Second Realm."

An indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and Brut walked over to the blood pupil. He looked at the meteorite and said. "Also, the altar we'll be going to in a moment."

"It's not big enough." Blood Pupil frowned slightly. "It's a lot more restrictive."

"You can rest assured that the size of the environment is never an issue. Don't forget, those bastards in the Second World were going to kill each other. So the battle environment and the like, will definitely make you satisfied. ”

"By the way, do you prefer air warfare, space warfare, or land warfare? Don't tell me it's water. ”

"It doesn't matter what happens." The blood pupil replied casually, but his eyes became colder and colder.

No one knows the Dao, and since he knew the world, he had a terrifying desire in his heart. That's the desire to fight, it's a fighting creature. The predatory instinct after the strength of the combat race is increased. This desire lurks in the heart of the blood pupil, unleashing its hunger and thirst all the time.

As far as the blood pupil's reaction is concerned, it is that he craves blood more than usual. Longing for screams and wails.

Only when life is as bright as fireworks in front of him can he satisfy the hunger and thirst of his heart.

"I hope ...... There should not be too few candidates for the festival. Looking at the ordinary meteorite, the blood pupil suddenly said.

Brut glanced at him strangely, and seemed to feel the suppressed emotions in the blood pupil's body. He frowned slightly. He felt a little uncomfortable, even though he knew that the blood pupil was in league with him, he still instinctively wanted to stay away.

"There will be no less, and you will be satisfied."

"That's good." Blood Pupil nodded. Then he walked away without looking back.

He couldn't look any further, or he might not be able to hold back the desire in his heart. His hands and feet, every inch of skin on his body, every cell, were cheering, they were howling, waiting for a feast of blood. It was a ritual that belonged to many civilizations, and likewise, it belonged to the table of the blood pupil.

Certain...... It's going to be enjoyable......

Blood Pupil thought silently. Walked into the training room of the yacht.

In the void, the human ship group quietly slipped into a gap in the ring array, so calm, so natural. It's like it's supposed to be there.

Countless civilizations that participated in the ritual watched them. Indifferent, like looking at a passerby.

The day of the festival is a festival for the whole universe, but not all civilizations can be satisfied. In addition to offering enough sacrifices, it is also necessary to have enough background and strong warriors. The festival is a ticket to the second realm. The background is to ensure the rights and interests of civilization, and as for the warriors, it is to ensure that the qualifications of their own clan for rituals will not be robbed.

The ceremony was very solemn. So the preparation time is long. For most civilizations, it means their first and last hope of entering the Second Realm, and of course they will do their best.

The news of the Great Destruction has spread on a small scale, and although this was once a secret of the higher civilizations, as more and more people know about it, the original secret is of course no longer a secret. Before such a terrible future, a civilization without strength can only hope that it will come as late as possible. And the powerful civilization is eager to get a piece of the pie.

Ambition and competition are things that the universe will never lack.

Of course, this festival will be no exception.

The fleets gathered in the 'ring formation' and then redistributed according to the formation of the fleet, forming a huge three-dimensional fortress. Compared with the 'American' warships of the energy civilization, the 'force-like' appearance of steel and machinery naturally attracts the attention of many people.

In the third world, the civilization style of the Lu Realm, the humans who insist on using machines and some alien races naturally belong to the alternative.

Of course, this is nothing, energy civilizations are stubborn, in their eyes, only the graceful and brilliant luster of energy lines represents beauty and justice. This splendor has been with them for countless years, bringing them victory after victory. It is a combination of elegance and strength. There is no reason, no motive that can make them choose something else. This is very different from human flexibility. In fact, despite the fact that the mechanical style of humans is still tough, in those huge motherships of human beings, some structures have been changed to energy veins, and compared to the human transmission method, it is obvious that the energy veins are more efficient.

The Speaker had changed into a gorgeous robe, and he and Senator Sal Jones stood on the platform in front of the yacht, looking down on the many ships of other civilizations.

He had a smile on his face, but a sarcasm in his eyes.

Time passed little by little, a day, two days. Gradually, new fleets entered the void to fill the gap in the 'ring array'. Strange to say, the closely-knit array can accept new members at any time, as if it could contain everything on its own.

After another half a month, finally, the nebula vortex in the distance began to dissipate. The entrance to the place of worship is sealed.

All ships, in an instant, emitted a piercing alarm, representing a large number of anomalous values on behalf of the instruments of space particle monitoring. Through the portholes, one can even witness the transformation of the void.

I saw that around the lonely meteorite, the void was highly distorted, and countless black lightning bolts jumped out of nothing. The dense space particles collide with each other, intertwine, and are highly concentrated around the meteorite, forming a brief 'independent' space. All warship inspections indicate that the space around the meteorite has been divided at this moment. It's as if there is a big invisible hand that is 'plucking' meteorites out of the normal universe.

Visible to the naked eye, the meteorite begins to blur, expand, distort, change. A huge 'star' is emerging from a meteorite......

Blood Pupil stood on the bridge, looking at all this with a blank expression.

"That's what it is...... Altar. (To be continued......)