For what!

For what will appear here Crodil people!

Trius's mind was clouded, and he screamed wildly. That's impossible!

Crodil has been gone for 10,000 years! Ten thousand years! No matter what life is, it is dead! Their kingdom has long since been destroyed, and the fruits of civilization have been divided. Not a single Krodil will survive! Their flesh decayed and disappeared, and even the psionic particles were scattered in the starry sky of the universe.

What's more, the Crodil people don't have psionic powers yet!

As the elite of a top-tier civilization, Trius would certainly know what Crodil was. They are the test products, a creation to be consumed! Their flesh, their civilization, is a pile of carbohydrates. Their appearance is used as cannon fodder! Although Crodil managed to escape his fate after the last day, their essence remained unchanged. They have no soul and are not real beings. Therefore, terms such as psionic reinvention and possession reincarnation in the occult are not in their turn.

They will never be resurrected compared to the true meaning of life. They are one-time consumption. From appearance to death, it exists for the will of its master. It's the only value.

But why are they here? This is not common sense!

Memory cannot provide the answer to Trius. But his eyes don't make mistakes. This rebelliousness, this fanaticism, this indescribable desire to fight and pride, is the hallmark of Crodir. There are countless civilizations in this universe that can fight well, but there is only one Claudir who uses the fighting race as a name! It's not how strong they are, it's because of their unique temperament and persistence!

The name Fighting Race. It is the awe and honorific title that the cosmic civilization attaches to them!

"Crodir...... ...... the Conqueror"

Trius gritted his teeth, and his eyes burned with a desperate frenzy.

It's all an illusion, he said to himself. What about the conquerors of Crodir? They were defeated by their own people in the distant times of chaos, and today is no exception. What's more, there is also the will of the universe on his side!

It is the supreme of the universe, so it can turn its own spiritual puppet into substance. Could it be that the monster on the other side can do the same?

The so-called summoning is nothing but a joke!

Thinking of this, Trius once again had confidence. Puff up your chest. The sky was filled with black fog, but he stretched out his finger and pointed directly at the blood pupil, giving the order to attack the spiritual puppets under him.

The will of the universe above also seemed to understand Trius's intentions, and abruptly changed the rules again. Erect an endless wall of infinite height around the battlefield of the two out of thin air. This is the highest solidification of the rules of positive space. Once it's done. Unless the winner is determined in the battlefield. Otherwise, it can never be opened. All spatial techniques are ineffective within the crystal wall. Not to mention getting in touch with antispace and getting supplies.

This is also a countermeasure of the will of the universe to the abyss. Within the crystal wall is Trius and his home turf. The power of the Abyss was weakened again.

It's an unfair battle, but how can there be so much fairness in this world? It was an accident that the blood pupil was forced out of the power of the abyss, and the first few times he used the power of the abyss, he was in a special environment, but this time he couldn't avoid it!

Either defeat the combined force of the will of the universe and Trius. Or. Just extinguish it in the light of positive energy!

In the black mist. The blood pupils still maintained the posture of inserting their hands into the earth, and the surging abyssal power continued to pour into the ground, spreading the dark source for him. He's also building his own home turf. Catalyze the mysteries of the sea of blood!

All that remains. Naturally there is Crodil to complete for him!!

It can be said that in a certain point of view, the abyss and the cosmic will are equal. What the will of the universe can do, there is no reason why the abyss can't do it! It's like this magical spirit transformation, but the difference is that the will of the universe transforms into a spirit puppet, which is another form of spirit particles. And he was transformed into a Heroic Spirit!

Crodil has no soul! Some of them are just Heroic Spirits, in other words......

War Spirit!

Few people know that in the long history of Claudil, because of the rapid metabolism, the title turnover is rapid, and often a title only appears for a very short time and disappears. The reason lies in the death of the master. However, there are two names that have never changed. One of them is the unnamed 'king'. And the other is known as the strongest ruler of the universe, the 'Hades'.

Hades is not Dirk, although it is at the hands of Dirk that he has attained the strongest glory in the universe. But it existed before Dirk, and it has always held an important place in the Krodil community.

The reason for this is that he is in charge of the most important resting place of Claudir...... 'Underworld'.

A warrior of Crodil who has been soulless since birth. They must fight, and they can only fight. Only those who are fanatically loyal to the battle and enthusiastic in fighting will gradually generate their own mark in the battle. This mark will not dissipate, but will only turn to the underworld after they die in battle, where they will gain eternal life.

In Claudir, only the 'Underworld' of the Immortal King and the 'Sea of Blood' of the King can retain the Heroic Spirit. A little rest for the people of Crodil who died in battle. Only a truly powerful warrior can give birth to a war spirit and get rid of the play of fate.

No one knows how the Tao will awaken these spirits. Not to mention embodiment.

But today, on this barren battlefield, the blood pupil manifested the battle spirit for the first time. This is something that Trius would not have understood, and even the wise men of Claudil had only imagined it in their research......

When the war spirits return to the world, what will they bring?

In the black mist, a burly figure moved its limbs and tilted its head to look at the spiritual puppet below. His gaze was disdainful, as if he were looking at a bunch of rubbish who didn't know whether they were alive or dead. But the burning battle intent was telling everyone that even if it was waste, he didn't mind moving it.

After a long sea of blood, his body was going to rust.

Fight...... Only battles, beautiful, fanatical, fierce, boiling battles...... It is the world that belongs to him.

In the black mist, an ancient colonization costume appeared outside his body, covered with colors and scars. The biological lasers on both shoulders have been broken, and even the particle cannon on the chest has been cut by a deep scar. The weapons he possessed were nothing more than two long ultra-wave blades. But even so, he still felt a little redundant.

The disdain in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he finally bent down and showed a serious gaze.

The next moment, he suddenly disappeared in place, and a moon-shaped sword light suddenly swept across the audience!!

Before the light comes, the people have passed! When the sword flashed, a spiritual puppet looked at his body in amazement. In the midst of extreme horror......

In two paragraphs. (To be continued......)