The human ship group suddenly fell into absolute silence, because everyone saw an unimaginable scene.

The noisy battlefield fell silent for a moment, and the conquerors of the Sand tribe who were still roaring and raging just now burst their heads together, blood spurted from their necks, as if thousands of red fountains suddenly appeared in the starry sky, and the burly bodies began to twitch, tremble, contract, and their muscles were highly twisted, wriggling, and transformed into monsters.

Without its host, even a replica of the costume could not maintain its sanity, and began to turn into a monster driven by instinct.

In fact, this is exactly what the colonization is, primitive, furious, hungry, cruel and aggressively bio-based. At the cellular level, nothing is more important than survival, even if the person who is stopping it from survival is the host.

Thousands of mata, thousands of strong mutants, fermenting in the starry sky like mushrooms, they lost their mobility, but in just a few seconds they quickly multiplied, mutated, and stretched out tough tentacles and mouthparts. The original host becomes their nourishment, melted and devoured in a thousandth of a second, and countless stacks of strengthened cells proliferate, spreading and spreading like cancer cells.

At this moment, they can no longer be regarded as 'life', just a mass of bio-based that expands in order to survive.

It's normal, isn't it? Because intelligence and size aside, humans are no different from these strong mutants.

In order to survive, devour, fight, even if it is to kill individuals who are also human beings, isn't this the principle of competition in the universe?

It's just that this scene is too bloody and brutal.

On the bow of Ragnarok, the blood pupils stood silently, arms folded. The cloak behind his back fluttered slowly, but there was only indifference in his eyes.

From X35 to the present, he has experienced too much, maybe the physical appearance is only a few dozen years old, but his mind. The will, the perception, has surpassed a qiē. He is the cosmic mercenary Blood Pupil, the successor of Crodir, and perhaps, the Lord of the Abyss...... Diapols' bloody pupils.

Evolve! Get stronger! Compete! Survive!!

A qiē that once haunted him and hindered him! It's a thing of the past!

He's a blood pupil!!

Not a competitor, not a tool! Not a Lord, much less a Supreme King! He's the Blood Pupil! One of a kind in the universe. Ordinary life, even if it staggers in the smelly muddy water, even if it is sought in the empty wilderness, it is the only self, and whatever fate and frustration must lie down under absolute will. The name is just a code name, but this code name is the only one!!

I'm a blood pupil!!

Under the gods. Above the Gods!!

Blood Pupil suddenly let go of his hands and said to all the cells that he had commanded and surrendered to his will.

"Ruined miè."

"Only the strongest are qualified to survive!"

Oh!!!!

There was no sound. But in this universe, under this vast starry sky, there seems to be a roar like thunder, like that ancient roar. The instinctive struggle of life, in the eyes of countless people, all Mata. They all roared like crazy. They wriggled, devoured, fought themselves, killed themselves, shrunk, evolved, and lived their lives in just a few breaths. Every cell is biting at its surroundings, whether it is a former companion or oneself.

In the distant shadows of the starry sky, the 'generals' of the Fensha clan were stunned, barely daring to believe their eyes.

"This ...... This is...... Will the will? ”

"Our Mata, manipulated??"

"This can't be!!" Another shadow shouted loudly, like an enraged beast. "Mata is the quick modulator of the Raksha, and we are the only ones who can command them! That's not the will of the general, the so-called will, isn't it us? ”

"That's deception, it's deception!!"

"That cunning!!"

"Uh...... Belch? ”

The figure in the shadows did not continue, because at this very moment, there was a change in the starry sky that was incomprehensible to them. I saw that among the countless wriggling 'matas', there were actually some small cell clusters that had been condensed to the limit, these cell clusters were the survivors of individual fighting, the victors of self-devouring and competition, although they had lost the foundation of their existence, lost their hosts, their governing organs, and even the lack of follow-up energy, they still stubbornly existed, working hard to creep and trying to condense.

If we put aside the perspective of intelligent life, it is purely at the cellular level. These cells are truly powerhouses! Because they survive the competition! Even if it is the best concoction nest of the Tsa tribe, the wisest great wise man, don't try to get them in advance, only competition, no, only death, can distinguish the good from the bad!!

And this moment, for them, is only a condition for return.

On the bow of Ragnarok, the blood pupil silently looked at these tiny clumps of cells, watching them wander around, constantly confused but expectant longing, and stretched out his hand.

It was an ordinary hand, but it seemed to have an infinite attraction!

As if sensing the call, all the cell clusters desperately threw themselves into the palms of the blood pupils, with an eager and crazy look as if they were afraid that someone would take the lead. And all the individuals that stand in their way, even other clumps of cells, will be bitten and devoured! There are no ethical rules in the war of cells, only naked survival of the fittest!

One by one, the remnants of the so-called 'Mata', were collected by the blood pupil, absorbed, and integrated into their own bodies, that relaxed look, as if he didn't say he needed it at all, but the cells were willing, and the men who only looked at the shadows in the distance were stunned and couldn't believe it.

"That'...... What is that? ”

"Who is that person?"

The 'generals' of the Lotus Sha are unknown, although they have obtained the integration of the human powerhouses, but there is no doubt that this strange phenomenon is not at all possible by those 'strong' in the number of kù libraries, which fundamentally involves the origin of life, the origin of a qiē power!!

Who is that demon-like man standing on the bow of the ship?

There is no answer, however, it can be persecuted! Annoyed and angry, I don't know which general finally couldn't help it, and pointed to the blood pupil on the bow of the ship.

"Geeta, kill him!!"

In an instant, energy shot out from the starry sky, and hundreds of one-time stompers, 'Geeta', all set their eyes on the blood pupils, their mouthparts expanding, revealing the sharp saber teeth inside. The terrifying planetary-level energy fluctuations spread out in all directions, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Prey......

Blood Pupil??

"Do you want to return to me?" Unexpectedly, the blood pupil just glanced at them coldly, and then shook his head slightly.

"The loss of cell essence is too great, you ...... It can only end. ”

"I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he leaped away from the bow of Ragnarok. (To be continued......)

PS: Ah,Everyone's reaction is to hope that I will write the magic apocalypse next time.,In fact, although the knife has never written about Xianxia.,But I never gave up the idea.,That Xianxia has an outline from the first book of the knife.,Intermittent in the middle.,Give up.,Forget.,Pick it up.,I don't know how many hands back and forth.。 But...... Ahem......

Are you all alphas? Of these two plans, the most mature is indeed the magical apocalypse, but the editor doesn't like it...... That's why the knife is entangled......

Hey, fate is so annoying.

Knife goes to his wife, oh no, alpha, ask for guidance to go......