“……”

In the void, the blood pupil silently withdrew his left hand. The black runes on the wrist flickered, creating an inexplicable black mist. Then he looked deeper into the starry sky. There, a few of the 'generals' of the Tsa tribe had disappeared without a trace.

Sure enough, Blood Pupil's behavior had already scared them.

Not everyone can kill the black hole level lightly, because the black hole-level projection goes deep into the third layer of antispace, so people who can't extend their power there don't want to kill them anyway. But what did the blood pupil do? He easily tore open a passage to the third floor and threw the enemy inside. As a result, the projection is in the same space as the main body, and once it dies, it is completely finished.

That man, it's a monster!!

Realizing this, General Fensha chose to flee without hesitation. This is the right choice for them.

The blood pupil didn't chase after him, just stood still in the starry sky, looking at the direction of the 'generals' leaving, and after a while lowered his head, turned around and flew back to Ragnarok. He didn't say anything more, because the victor didn't need a reason. And behind him, the human warriors who were still in the starry sky at the moment were stunned one by one, looking at the blood pupils with eyes full of awe. Kill the black hole level, the blood pupil actually really killed the black hole level!! Oh my God, are we all dazzled?

In the garden, the Speaker had just closed his eyes, and his face was solemn. He didn't look back, and asked softly. "What do you think?"

"The growth of the blood pupil has exceeded my imagination." Behind him, Sal Jones replied sternly. "But he shouldn't have reached this height, the vitality of the black hole level is extremely tenacious, as long as he can't destroy their projection in the third anti-space, he can't completely kill them."

"But the Blood Pupil has done it." The Speaker said. He pointed to his temple. "I just sensed it, that guy called Zars, the projection and the body are gone."

What this phenomenon means is clear to both of them. Sal Jones fell silent. After a while, he continued. "I still can't believe that even the last of the Machine Masters we conquered Seyster took a lot of effort on our part. At that time, I also prepared for the worst. Could it be that the blood pupil is stronger than the muse? ”

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." The Speaker shook his head, but then said. "This little guy is no longer in our understanding. I think his ability to take out that black hole class has something to do with his identity. The inheritor of Crodil is born with a suppressive power over the strengthening cells. ”

"That's the only way it can be explained." Sal Jones breathed a sigh of relief. As if that would make him feel better.

It's not that he's jealous of meritocracy, it's just that the speed of the blood pupil's evolution is too fast. It's as if yesterday he was just an ordinary little mercenary, and today he has become a black hole. The past is still fresh in its mind, but now it has reached the pinnacle of evolution. This drastic change in a very short period of time only made Sal Jones feel like a dream.

Of course. For the current human race, the evolution of the blood pupil is only good, not harmful.

Then the human ship group was stationed in the same place, and the huge POS group continued to expand, spreading out the range of hundreds of millions of axioms in just a few days, as if a civilization had been carved out of thin air in the starry sky. The emigrants were resupplied and the warships were rested. A large number of merchant ships shuttle between POS, transporting supplies to and from the target to load goods. Close deals that used to take a long time to close. And some entertainment facilities on the POS have also begun to be built, and red lights are flashing to open for business.

This huge 'camp' is not only humans, but also many races including ancient Titans, Teng Serpents, and many others. These races are part of the Human Alliance. We have been tested in the previous journey, so we are very harmonious with each other at the moment. A large number of special products and unique materials are traded and circulated by guò cargo ships.

The human ship group, in just a few days, presented a scene full of life.

This qiē speaker saw it all in his eyes. But there was no joy in the slightest. Because he knew that this would probably be the last time the human ship group would relax. A few days later, when they set out on their journey again. Either victory awaits them, or ...... It is perdition.

"It's going to be windy......"

In the virtual space of a POS, a burly man is sitting on the top of a mountain, carrying a barrel of wine and gulping down, and beside him, an emaciated figure covered in bandages stands with his hands in his hands, his body straight like a javelin.

The burly man glanced at the emaciated figure and said in a hoarse voice. "What, isn't it bad to get windy?"

"I haven't felt the wind in a long time." The emaciated figure replied. But there was no turning back.

He tilted his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds above, but it seemed as if he could see what was behind the sky. "The starting point of the great chaos, the so-called land of enlightenment, unexpectedly, we have returned to this place."

"It's fate." The burly man replied, picking up the barrel and drinking. "Being able to see old comrades-in-arms, old companions, fate treats us well."

"But we're going to break our fate." The emaciated man replied, his fingers twitching slightly behind his back. "It doesn't matter in the past, in the present, and in the future."

"Isn't that great? Who called us the rebellion of fate? The burly man smiled slightly, put down the barrel and wiped his mouth. Wherever you start, you end. I can't wait...... This body, and the fragments of my soul, didn't last much time, and I didn't want it to go to waste. ”

"And you......" At this, the burly man glanced at the emaciated figure again. There was a look of worry in his eyes. "Your body, alright?"

"There's still a little bit of power." The emaciated figure replied honestly. "When I left, I plundered the ancient tree of life, and robbed it of all its savings for 10,000 years, and I guess it is scolding me."

"It dares, wordy, to turn around and burn it." The burly man smiled, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

10,000 years...... yes, 10,000 years...... In the past, there were huge civilizations and powerful races, but now there are only two of them left, and they are still surviving. The former companions are gone, with their mission and glory, while the two of them walk on the road paved with their corpses.

I wish I could die with them......

The wind, a little stronger, ruffled the burly man's hair and blew the bandages of the emaciated figure. The two stood silently on the top of the mountain, like two eternal statues.

"This is the end, right?"

"Hmm."

"Will you die?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be relieved." (To be continued......)