In the starry sky, a gorgeous, huge, and incomparably magnificent golden ship was slowly sailing. The tail does not have the usual power vents of human ships, but golden energy devices like spikes, from which invisible force field streams are disseminated, providing the ship with surging power, allowing this giant mothership comparable to a star to have the speed of penetrating space.

Boca, the ultra-magical mothership.

USS St. Louis.

"So, that's what raids are all about?"

The evil had just finished exercising and walked out of the gravity chamber with a towel hanging on. The naked body is full of lines of strength, and there are two purple crystals shining with a strange light on the chest and under the ribs, and seeing his appearance, the two beautiful girls who have been waiting for a long time come up. Wipe his body.

Evil didn't look at the girls, as if they were just air.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Our fighters have returned, providing the latest information. In this battle, our side lost 377,200 second-class warships, and a total of 351 arbiters, judges, and first-class sacrificers were killed in battle. A golden-armored man half-knelt in front of the evil and reported in a deep voice.

"It's a heavy loss...... "Evil frowned a little. What about humans? ”

"Unable to get the effective number, it is estimated that the loss of more than one million warships, one hundred and twenty-seven planetary-class space warriors, and fifteen stellar-class warriors. The planet below cannot be confirmed. ”

"Heh......" Evil suddenly laughed. Reached out and took a towel to wrap around his body. Shook his hair. "So, we've lost more than humans?"

"It's because they're using Pandora." The golden-armored man lowered his head and replied calmly. "In fact, the Tsa have more to lose than we do."

"Is a Pandora so useful?" Evil walked to the window and looked out at the bright 'sunshine'. "If I'm not mistaken, she should belong to some banned program."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The man in gold armor replied in a deep voice. "The God-making Project, which takes advantage of human dependence on machines, develops artificial life forms for machines. Born with a metallic, mechanical affinity, the research system that plunges into the battlefield at the right moment and invades the opposing mechanical individual. In the end, he gave up because of the loss of the main body, and for this reason, he once issued a recourse mission to the third world, and the Elt people invested a lot of resources in this regard. ”

"But what about the result?" Evil sneered slightly. "Instead of recovering the prototype, Alt was injured in the ruins incident. This ancient race had been deposed by Crodil during the Great Chaos, and even if they tried to restore their ancient glory, they would not be able to rise again. ”

"How sad it is that there is no god-level civilization."

The evil did not continue, but his eyes looked farther and farther. As if it could pierce the interstellar ......

Ayrte is at the level of the Divine Domain. But that was in the distant past, in a time when memories were lost and they sacrificed for the sake of the people, it was the Boca who gave orders, they were only the executors. Perhaps, his sacrifice earned the Elts a huge amount of resources and a high status for 10,000 years. But the value of the god domain level cannot be seen in this way, in the eyes of the top civilization, the real cosmic aristocracy, only the civilization with the god domain level is the civilization that can stand, and the rest are just passers-by of the universe.

The sacrifice of the Elts. Too worthless in the eyes of evil.

But there is no regret pill to sell in this world, no individual, race, civilization. All have to pay for their choices. This is true of the Elts, and so is the Boca.

Through the ornate floor-to-ceiling windows, evil eyes look into the depths of the distant starry sky. He couldn't see anything, but he knew that there was a star as large as the mothership beneath his feet. That's the War Mother of the Sand Clan. They will be with themselves. Enter the lower Naraku.

That is, the destination of this journey, the seventh floor of Naraku, the gate of eternal secret.

In silence, the girl in the room left, and the man in gold armor disappeared, replaced by an old man in a white robe. His face was ugly and old, but his cheeks were lined with three small prismatic crystals, which looked very strange.

The evil didn't look back, as if he had known he was going to appear, and asked in a low voice.

"Are you ready?"

"Almost, the energy activation has been completed, and the rule adaptation has entered the final stage." The old man replied, his voice hoarse as a dry desert. "We are all very happy to be able to fight in this starry sky again."

"But you are not as strong as you used to be." Evil said softly, as if he felt a little sorry. "The Tomb of the Gods has left your life, but it has lost your power."

"Even if it is lost again, it is enough for this era." The old man replied, raising his chin proudly. At this moment, he seemed to be no longer an old man, but a great and strong man. "I didn't expect that after the great chaos, the universe would be weakened to this point. There wasn't even a real enemy worth fighting. Could it be that an overly quiet life has worn out the competitive instinct of life? I remember that in that era, there were endless levels of gods. ”

"After all, it was the time of war, and it was the most brutal war in the universe." Evil sighed. "But it's good that there can be less strife, which is a blessing for us and for this universe."

"I can hear the sarcasm in your words." The old man said. His face was extremely calm. "But it doesn't mean anything to me, we don't have much left to live, and it's a miracle to be able to wake up one last time. I just hope that the rest of the journey will be as you say, and there will be enemies worthy of our attention......"

"Don't worry, it will appear." Evil replied with a smile. There was a strong confidence in his eyes. "This is the most important and probably the last great migration of our people. Whether it's hidden, or prepared enemies, they will come out. Perhaps humanity is just one of them, and behind the gate of eternal passage is the real enemy we have to face. ”

"Hmph." The old man's eyes flashed, and he didn't continue.

Of course he knew what the evil was talking about, but that name was taboo, and even a powerhouse of the Divine Domain like him, who had gone through the Great Chaos Period, would not dare to mention it lightly. In a sense, the Boca, the Rosa and even the Crodil are the toys that save the zài. The old man never thought of resisting. But since he is now the evil leader of the Boca Clan, then his decision is the will of the Boca Clan.

Anyway, the old man's remaining life was no longer enough for him to go to sleep again, so how could he be reluctant to take a risk?

Thinking of this, the old man's body blurred slightly, as if it was about to turn into a cloud of light particles, but he stopped halfway.

"Do you need me to fight at the entrance to the seventh floor? If I make a move, maybe just one of me will be enough. ”

"No, you don't." Evil smiled and replied. "Your power should be used in more valuable places. As for here, it is enough to hand it over to them. ”

"Anyway, the Boca and other allies have too many units, too bloated, and it's not bad to cut some down."

Evil said indifferently, as if he didn't know that he was talking about a cruel thing.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the Magic Mothership began to accelerate, and farther away, farther into the starry sky. The remaining groups of ships in Boca and Rosa had already formed arrays, waiting to meet the intruders who would follow.

The war is about to begin......

Who are the survivors? (To be continued......)

PS: Two days in a row, the knife is very, very, very sorry, the reason is that the child of the knife, that is, the little knife, is sick, and the high fever does not go away, and he cries frequently at night. Knife and his wife have to take care of him. I don't have a good rest, and I don't have the energy and mood to write. I apologize again for the delay.