"Didi, Dididi......"

The mechanical monster seemed enraged, emitting a series of electronic sounds, followed by a curtain of light.

In the light curtain is a realistic image of a group of humans and other aliens being driven into a device by the Celestes, dissected and transformed. Machines are embedded in their flesh, making them another half-human, half-machine creation. Although it is similar to the human modification surgery, the difference is that it is a mechanical subject, and after the transformation, the victim also loses his sense of self and becomes a slave of the Sagest.

The meaning of mechanical monsters is simple, that is, the carbon-based life in the universe is their tool. It disdains equality. In its view, no matter how hard humans try, they can only be inferior creatures, like pigs.

The thin old man was not angry, he just looked at this image calmly. It's like looking at a piece of the past, a piece of history.

Humans are despicable, he never denies it. Because that's what it is.

The humility of the birth does not mean the humility of the soul. Beneath the tiny, bully flesh of every race, lies the purest and most exuberant soul in the universe.

"It is this kind of sight that has become the driving force for us to move forward." The thin old man said. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and more anticipation. He looked at the mechanical monster and said word by word, as if he was representing the entire human race, a declaration of the supremacy of the universe.

"We don't deny the past, that's why we create the future."

"The past belongs to you, but the future belongs to us."

"You are not the first nobleman to fall at our feet, and you are by no means the last!"

As he spoke, he and the other stellar mercenary turned away and never looked at the monster again.

We have come from humility to take the crown of kings.

O God on high......

will be defeated by us.

The lowly creatures of the mire, wielding rusty scythes.

You have to take back what belongs to you.

Even if there is death and wailing ahead.

No one prays for you............

Ancient songs seemed to sound in the void. From the beginning of the faint little by little to the grand, to the end of the more like being sung by hundreds of millions of people. The song is full of sadness, hope, courage and motivation.

That's what humans are.

The creatures in the mire, even if they are trampled down 10,000,000,000,000 times, will struggle to get up! What is crying, what is laughing? As long as you hold hope in your arms, you will be bullied and killed. Oppressed, devastated.

And never let go!

For beneath our small bodies, the soul ......

It is burning!!

Enraged by their gesture, the monster emitted a cacophony of electronic sounds, and then stretched out dozens of mechanical tentacles to entangle into a massive turret. The light of death, which represented death, swelled rapidly on the muzzle of the cannon, and it was about to be launched. This beam is the supreme armament of the Celestial people, as long as it hits, whether it is a clone or the main body, even if it is an endless distance. Countless barriers, too, are going to die.

In its view, ants should have the consciousness of ants. The ants that dare to bark their teeth at the nobles have only one way to be destroyed.

It's a pity. It thinks of the beginning, but not the end.

Just as it locked onto the two mercenaries, suddenly, a palm poked out from the void next to it. Accurately pressed on the muzzle of its gun.

The palms of the hands were white and small, compared to the huge muzzles. Not even a speck of dust.

But it's this hand, this tiny, not even a dusty palm...... But it condensed everyone's attention at once.

Expectation and bravery, enthusiasm and eagerness.

"I'm sorry I'm late." A voice flows in thought, like the long river of time, from ancient times to the present.

"But I promise you, it won't run away again this time."

Behind the palm, countless rays of light were extended, weaving, and an arm, a figure, and a gorgeous costume appeared.

The brilliant golden runes shone in the void, so bright, so dazzling. Eventually, the muse's face emerges from the light.

His expression was as calm as that of a thin old man, and his gaze at the mechanical core was as if he were looking at a piece of history.

History, on the other hand, belongs to the past......

"This universe is yours. Ours too. He said this, as if to explain something. But at the end of the day, it's all ours. ”

"It's a shame you didn't understand what they were fighting for. Why do you want to use your weak body to block your steps? ”

"Because they're waiting for me......"

The muse looked up to the sky, a flash of sadness in his eyes. "Wait for me, cut off your retreat. Destroy your defenses. Only then will you be killed by me, and your civilization will not be reborn. ”

"The footsteps of human beings have always been bloody. It's not just you, it's us. ”

The palm of the hand is extended, clenched. I saw that the muse suddenly shone brightly, and all the golden runes were glowing and vibrating. The shock stretched out of his palm, spreading and spreading, eventually covering the entire body of the mechanical monster.

The mechanical monster screamed in anger, but nothing could stop the concussion from spreading. It tried to attack, but the concussion prevented its energy from working. If its satellites are intact, these are nothing. But now that its moons have been wiped out by seven stellar mercenaries, what can it do to stop this?

Only its body!

For tens of thousands of years, the body has never been touched!

Black holes are hard to kill. It's not about how powerful they are, it's about how deeply hidden they are. Complex defense system, projection deep into the second layer of antispace. and the ability to replace and create a series of rules to ensure their safety. But there must be a premise for all this. That is, the ontology cannot be touched by a strong person of the same level!

Because for the black hole level, the battle involving the ontology is endless!

In history, it is not that the powerhouses of the black hole level have not fought each other, but the problem is that even the same level is difficult to enter the battle of the main body. Their roots are too deep, and their understanding of the rules has peeked into the bottom of the universe. As long as they don't want to, death is a very, very distant thing.

But now, under the self-sacrifice of human mercenaries and the hidden layout of the muse. But such a situation has been created. A never-ending killing game!

"I know it's dangerous, I'm going to die, it's just possible."

Feeling the shock spread to himself as well, the muse finally tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled for the first time since he appeared.

It's calm, it's brutal.

"But you're going to die, for sure."

He said so, then spread his arms and 'hugged' the mechanical monster. Gentle, if a lover's embrace.

"Let me ring the ...... for you"

"Funeral bells!"

The light extended, and the screams of mechanical monsters rang out from it, and the laughter of the muses.

No one prays for you...... (To be continued......)