The civil war of the Boca clan tugs into the hearts of the entire Second Generation. In just one month, hundreds of civilizations suffered heavy losses and had to leave the battle sequence, but more civilizations joined in, trying to carve up the big cake that originally belonged to the Boca people with sacrifices and results.

I have to say that this is a gamble, but the Boca family is too rich. Even a little bit of it is enough to make the belly of any civilization eat round. For the sake of such a tempting reward, what is the point of sacrificing a little? The reason why life is greedy is because of never-ending desires and blindness that never recognize oneself. And the evil plan is to use such a simple conspiracy to tie the civilization of the second world to his chariot!

I have to say. Evil is successful. Because of the prophecy of the ancient sages, the Boca people have long been fully prepared for this civil war, and even if the battle is badly damaged, they can quickly recover. But the alien races who participated in the war were different, and their every sacrifice was real. When the war passes, they will be surprised to find that they have been reduced from the original nobles to the prey that can be hunted at will.

And a table knife, a table knife belonging to the evil, hangs above their heads......

Of course, this is an evil plan, and in another part of the void, the view of the Human Council is ...... The plan is good, but there shouldn't be only one hand on the handle of the knife. Ambition is appreciated, but in addition to ambition, the way to success requires a little something, such as wisdom, vision, and ...... Will and humiliation.

Evil would not have thought that under the same void, there was still a group of people who had been watching him for a long time and silently supporting him. Give him the soil for the fermentation of ambition, give him the motivation for the growth of ambition, and give him a stage for his ambition to stretch. It's just that when ambition blossoms and bears fruit, the person who picks the fruit the last is not necessarily evil......

Creatures that emerge from the mire understand the meaning of ambition better than any other life.

Just one month. The bleak end of nearly a hundred civilizations has not deterred future generations, and the evil is happy to see this result, and he has sent a messenger to prepare to receive this 'crippled' legacy. Evil is not worried that these civilizations will refuse, because history has long proven that the fruit belongs to the victors, and when the royalists are losing and he is about to take the throne, who else will refuse him today? Who else can ignore him?

He is the second generation of the Lu Realm, the brightest new star today!

He is the master of the universe!

When he ascended to the throne, he integrated the power of the Boca clan with all the other races. He, the Great Prince Evil who has never appeared in the history of the Boca Clan, will become the most powerful and powerful person in the universe! All civilizations, including the sands, are his prey, his cakes! He can cut at will, capture at will, and that's his power. The honor of belonging to the top powerhouse of the universe!!

For this day, the evil has been preparing and planning for hundreds of years, sacrificing a huge amount of resources. This is his stage, his harvest sacrifice!

No one else will be allowed to encroach on it!!

Void. A Void City was slowly moving, emitting a bright purple light.

This is the main city of the Botok civilization, and in the second world, it is the best at plant cultivation. Interstellar Space Positioning and Subspace Infiltration of the Race.

And at this moment, in the core of this main city, in an endless jungle. The thousand-year-old tree Morka, the head of the Botok civilization, is hosting a group of outsiders.

This group of outsiders did not have graceful branches, strong vines, or even the slightest pleasant moss. But he has a pair of sharp eyes. and, the lustful ambitions that keep Morka on the alert.

They are the latest race to rise in the Second Realm, the human race.

"I ...... I don't know what to do...... For what...... You're going to come here...... "In the boundless jungle, Morka's thoughts spread, like a breeze stirring the branches and leaves of all the trees. "But...... I can feel it...... Your...... Malicious. ”

"Malice is a manifestation of ambition." The human envoy touched his chest with one hand, and performed a standard mercenary understanding. "If ambition is satisfied, then malice will cease to exist."

The thousand-year-old tree swayed, and countless branches swayed in the wind. After a while, he continued. "Wonderful rhetoric. This is you human ...... Shared nature? A wonderful grooming of all the malignant behaviors? ”

"We're just stating a fact. Lord Morka. ”

The human envoy still maintained flawless etiquette and said word by word. "This universe can't tolerate more humility...... The wars of 10,000 years ago also need to be defined. I can see that the darkness of the universe is spreading under the light, and I can also see that chaos and resentment, cruelty and strife are dominating the vision of life. ”

"This is a competitive universe, not something that you and I can control, but one that keeps moving forward according to the established rules and fate. If you can't adapt to it, then all you get is elimination. How many races have disappeared and how many races have risen in 10,000 years, is it not immune, Lord Morca, who is as wise as you? ”

The words of the human envoy echoed in the jungle, and among the green leaves, there seemed to be countless eyes open, looking curiously at this bold man. For thousands of years, since the end of the Great Chaos Era, no one has dared to speak like this to the Botok race, not even the Boca race!

As a race that has survived from the Great Chaos period, Botok naturally has the pride of perseverance to the end!

To their surprise, however, Lord Morka, the ruler of the race, fell silent. The breeze rustled through the foliage, and I don't know how long it took for Lord Morka to speak.

"Human, you have a mouthpiece that can turn the black and white of the truth upside down, which makes me feel a little confused. So tell me, can I trust you in this chaotic world? ”

"No, sir!!" The human messenger answered categorically! "The ass decides the head! This is a fable of humanity. In the faction, in the status, as well as the race. I can do many things against my will, including deception and deception! If you believe me, you are self-defeating!! ”

What the!?

All the creatures of Botok who heard these words couldn't help but widen their eyes and looked at this human messenger in disbelief, could it be that he was crazy? I wonder if Lord Morka has decided to sample their proposals? Wouldn't he be afraid of Lord Morka's expulsion if he said such a thing?

However, these poor Botok beings did not know the way, and in the thousands of years of barbaric and cruel self-elimination of mankind, wisdom and strategy have penetrated the spiritual energy of every messenger.

If you want it, you must give it first......

"You've confused me, my child. If my trust cannot be pinned, then tell me, how will I decide the fate of the population? Morka also seemed to be confused by the words of the human emissary. I asked involuntarily.

And the answer of the human messenger is simple.

"Two choices, one, you look for a powerful civilization to follow, and two, you look for a nascent race of ambition to follow!"

"As long as it can tolerate your growth and spread." (To be continued......)