The path to the altar was not long, but the blood pupil walked on it, as if it had experienced a lifetime.

As he got closer, the figures on either side of the altar became clearer.

The first figure was a man who looked extremely thin. He's mining. His dry skin was covered with mineral dust, and the skin of his fingers had cracked, revealing scars like a child's mouth. His expression was calm, or numb. His lowered gaze stared at his pickaxe, as if expecting something.

But he never had to look forward to it. Because he is dead...... All that's left here is a shell. A body without a soul, but still maintaining its former form.

Blood Pupil stopped as she passed by him and looked at him carefully for a moment. Then lift your feet and walk down the next step.

The second figure is maintaining machinery. It was a huge machine dozens of times larger than him. His fingers looked nimble, but his gaze remained numb. A rough collar was around his neck, and beneath his feet were headless corpses. Dry blood stains left between his fingernails and stretched all over his body.

The blood pupil stopped, and realized that the man was actually not maintaining a machine, but his own life, or that of his companions. Because behind him, there were several men with collars around their necks standing silently, as if waiting to fill his place. And that huge machine, if the blood pupil is not mistaken, should be the foot of a giant mobile device.

Robotic feet?

The pupils of the blood pupil contracted slightly, and then walked up the third step.

What appeared in front of him this time was an old man. He didn't do anything, just crawled on the ground so stiffly. Beside it is a huge pit. There were already hundreds of corpses inside. They are all old or physically disabled people who are unable to work. A sharp spear pierced the old man to the ground. The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes full of hatred.

Was he killed because he was too old to work? Blood Pupil thought silently and stepped onto the fourth step. Then there is the fifth level. Level 6 ......

As the blood pupil progressed. At each step he could see the death of one, or a group of people. One is more cruel than the other, and the other is more miserable. Some of them are numb, some are angry. Others are unwilling. But no matter how unwilling they are, death awaits them. Or rather, more cruel than death.

Behind the blood pupils, Robbie silently stared at these figures. Suddenly asked softly.

"These ...... Is it a Crodir? ”

"It's their ancestors." The blood pupil replied. The subtlety of using 'they' instead of 'me'. "It's their life, and it's Crodier's life."

Speaking of this, the blood pupil suddenly said a complicated sentence. This statement does not belong to any known language, but it has a vicissitudes and an ancient flavor.

Ziacasri ...... De Salo Tu...... Mosyar ...... Cretial............&......&*&......&......"

"I came from the ruins, I went to death. In my short life, I didn't see the sun. I don't know if this is the arrangement of fate or the will of God. But if it is, I curse you, curse fate. Curse the gods, curse everything that manipulates us. Something that slaughters us. We come from the ruins, and we will die, but we swear that all this will be replicated in every race of life, bringing ruins to you, and death to you. That's the real fairness! ”

"Let's ...... equally."

Robbie couldn't understand the words of the blood pupil, and the blood pupil didn't know why Lu Dao wanted to say this, he only knew that Lu Dao's words seemed to be engraved in his bones, engraved in the deepest part of his genes. Involuntarily elaborated.

These words are not so much emotion as declaration. It is the oppressed, the declaration of all injustice.

It was anger and hatred that had been silent for nearly 10,000 years.

Any enemy will be scorched by this anger and hatred.

"What are you talking about?" Robbie blinked and asked softly. Although he didn't understand it, he could feel the anger and hatred rolling in the words, a terrifying hatred that almost melted the universe, and made everyone who heard it shudder.

However, the blood pupil would not explain to him, but was silent for a while, and then said softly. "I'm telling a piece of history."

With that, he walked again and walked up a new step.

This is the hundredth step, and what appears in front of him is no longer the miserable image before, but a strong warrior. They rose from the rubble and took up arms in battle. Everyone's expression was so angry and fanatical. It's like an immortal god of war. They were naked, but on that naked body were tens of thousands of scars. It's as if they're telling their story to everyone.

Next, there are another generals.

A wise man.

Gradually, a new civilization was born......

Civilization began to develop.

Clusters of buildings, new biotechnology.

At the end of the day, the blood pupil came to a figure. I saw that he was holding a hexagonal object in his hand, and he was making a fanatical gesture and holding it up to the sky. There were tears in the corners of his eyes and blood in his eyes.

"Colonization." The blood pupil looked at it silently for a while. Then set your eyes on the top of the altar.

He saw that this was Crodiel's examination of his own civilization, and on this altar, it was not only Crodir's strength that was carried, but more importantly, their anger, hatred, fear, hopelessness, and ......

Will.

They are a civilization of slaves, oppressed creatures. From the day they had their own self, they were burdened with suffering and sorrow. Every Crodil is in pain, not just in the flesh, but in their souls.

They are the cursed people. From beginning to end, he spent it in reluctance and despair......

But does this have anything to do with you?

Blood Pupil pondered silently. Do you have to bear the suffering and will of Crodil in your own future?

Is this fate?

Blood Pupil couldn't think of an answer, but the more he saw it, the more he felt a kind of pressure, a wordless heaviness. Gradually, sweat droplets appeared on his forehead, and his walking speed became slower and slower.

But no matter how slow it is, there must always be an end to the road. The Blood Pupil eventually made it to the top of the altar.

It was a huge, ornate, noble, sacred throne.

Beneath the throne, four men knelt.

They come in all sizes, but each one has a face full of tenacity and perseverance. A terrifying aura emanated from their bodies, surging in all directions like a tidal wave. And past their figures, past the gorgeous throne, the eyes of the blood pupils widened.

Finally, he saw the true treasure of the ruins.

It was an endless wilderness, and the wilderness was overgrown with trees. In each bush there is a breeding nest with a strong humanoid in the middle.

Hundreds of millions of breeding nests, hundreds of millions of ...... Claudir Warrior !!

Conqueror!!!! (To be continued.) )