"Oh, hell! Is that...... Planetary Stars!! Seeing the rising energy curve on the light curtain, the officer on duty instantly turned pale and screamed hoarsely. First array! Retreat!! ”

"Run, that's a planetary monster!"

It was too late, and at the same time as the officer on duty issued a warning, the figure of a trampler had already crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers and crashed headlong into a star thief. The poor star thief was also a burly man, and he was wearing a super heavy defensive armor as heavy as iron, but the trampler had one shoulder through his chest, and a bone spur as thick as a bowl pierced through his chest and out of his back, and the bone lines on it were stained with blood and muscle fibers.

Blood splattered behind the Star Thief like a fountain, pulling out a long line of red blood.

The star thief froze, lowering his head little by little like a puppet, looking at the hideous monster in his arms, with a strange, fearful, but regretful expression on his face.

And in his bosom, he remembered a low mockery. "Mole ants, you should go back to your nest."

With a thud, the Star Thief's body tore through it, sliced in two by the stamper's bone spurs, blood and internal organs spurted from it, but the Stomper threw his head back and let out a silent roar. Dozens of veins behind the back mercilessly inserted the corpse of the star thief and began to suck it violently. Even thousands of kilometers across the starry sky, people seem to be able to hear the sound of those veins making a 'gurgling, cooing'.

"What is he doing?" A star thief stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling chills all over his body.

"Predation." Another star thief replied. An uncontrollable violence flashed in his eyes. "Eating, eating, do you want me to be more detailed?"

As he spoke, he snapped the neck of the mata in his arms, and then shoved the muzzle of the electromagnetic cannon into the muzzle of the cannon at zero distance. "Ants?"

Boom, the powerful antimatter projectile blasted that mata to pieces.

However, although this star thief is very strong, the situation on the battlefield is extremely unfavorable to humanity. Originally, a one-time meteorite-star conqueror 'Mata' was enough trouble. Suddenly there are hundreds of planet-level tramplers, and 'Geeta' is almost devastating to humanity. You must know that even if there are no rules and abilities, the pure energy level is an overwhelming advantage...... What's more, all the humans who appeared in the first array at this moment were low-level warriors, and the highest was nothing more than a meteorite.

The human ship group was forced to a dead end almost immediately.

"Your Excellency the Speaker, let's send out the main force." In the garden, Sal Jones whispered, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

As a member of the human council, I have watched countless good boys die in battle, whether they are mercenaries or star thieves, whether they are former enemies or companions. Sal Jones was extremely sad. At his level, the general right and wrong no longer affect anything, what he cares about is the continuation and survival of the entire human race, the entire population.

This is a must-have for parliamentarians.

However, he did not receive an answer from the Speaker. In his eyes, this wise old man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the battlefield at his feet. The starry sky stretched beneath his feet to the end beyond infinity.

"Sal Jones......" In the silence, the speaker spoke slowly, his voice hoarse. You and I know that. This is a temptation, the Sand tribe has the inheritance of Crodir, advanced biological modulation technology, we can't consume him. No matter how large the population base is. Our fighters can't compare to the mass products that come down the assembly line. For us, it's a life, with parents and companions. There is growth, there is a colorful life. But for them, it's just a bunch of worthless carbs. ”

"Let's get our warriors back. In this battle, even if the Sand Clan succeeds. Since he wants to see it, let him see it. ”

"Arrange the list, level star."

"Yes!" Sal Jones's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he agreed without hesitation.

The Frost Clan succeeded, didn't he want to test it? Then let him test enough! At this time, human beings don't have much to hide anything, and they have already covered up the sixth layer of Naraku, even if they cover it up again, the seventh layer of Naraku will definitely be the time to see the poor dagger. How many years has humanity waited for this moment, how many years has it accumulated? Why can't you just say 'no'?

Perhaps, now is not the best time, but the raid of the Bushand has left them with no choice.

Thinking of this, Sal Jones took a deep breath and picked up the wisdom brain in his hand......

But at this moment, a voice suddenly inserted into the thoughts of the two of them, and said flatly. "Please wait a minute."

"Who?" Sal Jones' pupils contracted suddenly. Then he asked in surprise. "Blood pupils?"

"It's me."

In the starry sky, the bow of Ragnarok, the blood pupil stood silently, and under his feet was a huge and exaggerated battleship. A faint black mist emanated from his body, and the cape was repelled by the surging breath of hunting and flying. His gaze was very calm, calmly looking at the battlefield in front of him, looking at the group of hideous-looking 'Mata', and the burly and powerful 'Geeta'. Said softly.

"Maybe, I can help you."

"You make me so happy, my child." In the garden, the Speaker suddenly smiled, not caring how the Blood Pupil's thoughts could be embedded in the frequency of him and Sal Jones, but said lightly. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I think this is also the most suitable stage for you. ”

"You didn't give me an order." Blood Pupil said.

"I just don't want to force you." The Speaker replied. "You are the inheritance of Crodiel, and any fate imposed on you is an insult. I respect your choice. ”

The blood pupil's face twitched slightly, and finally showed a hint of emotion.

This is the speaker, the kind, tolerant, and broad-minded old man, and only with such a mind and such a vision can he tolerate the recklessness of the blood pupil and obtain the approval of the blood pupil. The identity of the blood pupil has long been known to the Speaker, but the Speaker has never forced him to do anything, nor has he imposed anything on him. Even those tasks are nothing more than the process of cultivating and training him...... This is a lonely old man, even in the most difficult moments, still stubbornly sticking to his principles and hopes.

On the twilight of the gods, the blood pupil lowered his head, and after a while he raised his head and said seriously.

"Blood Pupil, go to war."

"It's an honor." The Speaker replied.

The next moment, a gust of wind rose over Ragnarok, and the streamlined, exaggerated warship, which looked like an arrow off the string, shot a dazzling wake in everyone's eyes and rushed to the front of the group.

On the bow of the ship, the blood pupils were embraced in their arms, but their eyes were as cold as ice.

"Mole ants, get back to your nest!"

As he said this, his powerful thoughts swept across the battlefield like a hurricane.

Hearing only a dense crackling sound, thousands of 'Mata' of the Tsa tribe were actually stunned in unison, and then in everyone's eyes......

Burst the head!! (To be continued......)

PS: Recently, Xiaodao is conceiving a new book, well, of course I haven't written it yet, it's just a draft, and now there are two plans, one is Xianxia, and the other is a magical version of the apocalyptic world, which one to write is difficult to choose. Headache ING, I don't know which one you like?