War...... Gradually approaching the end......

With the strong intervention of the conquerors of Crodir, the powerhouses of Boca and the alliance of Rosa drank the bitter fruit of 10,000 years ago. The same starry sky, the same battlefield, 10,000 years ago they were the victors, and Crodil was the isolators. But now, they are losers, and Crodil is not alone.

Under the witness of this ancient battlefield, two races with the same characteristics, the same character, and the same fate finally joined hands to say no to fate, and the joint battle between the strong man of 10,000 years ago and the strong man of today seems to have traveled through time and space, frozen in a certain dusk photo.

Perhaps, this is the real destiny...... Who knows?

In the starry sky, the war continues, but it is obvious that Boca and Rosa have been powerless, their high-end forces have been hunted down by the Crodil people one by one, the high-level war has fallen into defeat, and the low-level fleet warfare is not the opponent of the massive ships of the Human Alliance, and they are drowned in the sea of steel and fire one by one.

The battle line moved forward rapidly, and was already approaching the huge ring. And the ring no longer 'spits' out warriors, as if Boca and the Rosa had conceded defeat.

Anyway...... Victory is at hand.

"Assault!" A heavy assault fleet spewed a dazzling wake into the enemy array. This was followed by dense fire coverage in the rear. The power of steel tore apart the noble magic patterns and crushed the magnificent Boca warships to pieces. Countless escape pods shoot out of it, and it becomes a magnificent sight.

"Unleash all the fighters and open the way for our Eden!!" The captain of the mothership in the rear shouted, slamming the captain's hat on the table. There are no more gentlemen to fight to this point, war is not a ball, and no matter how high-sounding the reason, there are bones and blood behind it. Human beings have come to this day with sacrifice and faith, and no accidents will be allowed to happen. And everyone knows that the door to the seventh floor of Naraku is not so easy to open, and that involves deep spatial technology. Eden is needed as a precursor......

Originally, they were already desperate, but the addition of the legendary Crodil people lifted everyone's spirits, as if they had been blessed by God. Even if your own 'god' used to be a demon.

"Looks like we're going to win." On the other side of the starry sky, on the bow of Ragnarok, Heck smiled at Lazy. And laziness is still a little confused, and unconsciously hummed.

Won like that?

The strong lineup of Boca and Rosa that made humanity almost desperate, just let the black torrent of the Crodil people drown in it? The battle ended in an instant, the flying corpses and the screams of death. Are all proving that the two sides are not at all a level of competition?

Why is that? Is Crodil too strong? Or are Boca and Rosa too weak?

"That's ten thousand years of precipitation......" Heck muttered softly, as if sensing that Lazy was wondering something. In their hearts, who knows how much resentment, how much power has accumulated. Perhaps for us humans, fighting to the death is the highest point of will, but for them, death is just an accumulation. Even if you die, you will never give up that will. ”

"Never let go...... Hard-won freedom and dignity. ”

"A race born to fight, their accumulation is terrifying. Add to that the decay of Boca and Rosa in today's universe. I don't think it's a surprise. Heck finally sighed and exclaimed softly. In particular, they have the best fighters in this universe...... Both in the past and in the present. ”

Heck's statement is not an exaggeration. Because the legend of Crodil is not self-proclaimed, but passed down by word of mouth of the cosmic civilization. In that distant era of great chaos, they opened the door to racial dignity with their fists. It has been dubbed by the world as a fighting nation. It only takes two numbers jù to see their specialness, and that is in the history of the universe. The only race that does not have the concept of 'commoner', and the only race that does not have a natural death (all of them died in battle, and natural death is a disgrace in Crodir. ）。

Every Crodil man. From birth, they have to learn to fight, they have to adapt to battle, they are not machines, but they have to base the factors of battle on blood and dissolve them in instinct. Whether it's anger, rage, or any environment, you can exert your strongest power. That's why they are 100% effective in combat! And even if such a race were to perish because of the hostility of the whole universe, how could they destroy their will?

They are back, in another form, another gesture......

Though...... Only on this glorious battlefield.

A streamer of light was shooting from the starry sky, it was a human mercenary, and several Boca adjudicators were chasing after him. Although the entire battlefield has gradually entered the grasp of mankind, there are still fierce battles in some parts. The mercenary was targeted by the Bocas while protecting a fleet of allies, and was chased for seven minutes.

There is no doubt that he has run out of oil, his own energy pool is almost depleted, not to mention, even the armored combat potions have entered the red line. Every minute and every second of high-intensity combat is devouring astronomical resources, even meteorites like him are no exception.

However, he did not give up, and even in such difficult circumstances, he continued to move at high speed, trying to lure the small group of Bocas away from the allied ships. War is not a one-man game, and even if he dies here, he will carry out his duties to the end.

"Don't run!"

"Catch him, Holke, is the lock done? If it is done, immediately cut off his anti-space chain! ”

The Boca adjudicators in the rear were in hot pursuit. Even if the battle is not in their favor, they must kill this human mercenary first. These lowly ants have smeared the noble Bocas with too much filth, and they must compensate with their lives! The powerful sense of thought worked with all its might, and finally locked on the human mercenary with a single mistake, and then the medium-solidified beam cage appeared around the human mercenary, imprisoning him firmly in it.

"It's over......" The human mercenary gasped for air, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. I just held on...... Ten minutes ......"

At this moment, many images flashed in front of his eyes, including his children, women, as well as his family and friends. But eventually, a massive mechanical planet appeared...... A smile appeared on his scarred face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

But the next moment, a black light suddenly fell from above, instantly drawing seven or eight 'Z' trajectories in the queue of Boca people, and the sharp silver light flashed away, cutting all these Boca people into pieces.

The human mercenary opened his eyes in shock, only to see a conqueror of Claudir in a black colony suit with a cold gaze.

He was also looking at the human mercenaries.

The gaze at that moment was very strange, there was disdain, curiosity, regret, and expectation...... Human mercenaries are very strange, how can a seemingly indifferent man have such a complicated gaze and such a wealth of emotions. Then he saw the conqueror of Crodil coming towards him, tearing open the cage of solidified medium.

He held out his hand to the human mercenaries...... Didn't speak.

The human mercenary hesitated for a moment, then reached out as well.

The two hands clasped together like this, and then the human mercenary heard a hoarse voice.

"Live well."

"Dignity, live."

The next moment, the human mercenary saw the black figure rot and disintegrate in front of him, and the colonization suit on his body screamed and hissed, devouring the host in just a few breaths, and then turning himself into a pool of blood, and he disappeared...... But his last words still lingered in the ears of the human mercenaries.

Live well, with dignity, live...... (To be continued......)

PS: From the night before yesterday to now, the knife only slept for 4 hours, and the rest of the poor knife is getting harder and harder, and the child must have 15 minutes to toss me when he sleeps during the day, and the knife really wants to sing about conquest.