In the starry sky, the four groups of people were suspended like this, and everyone looked calm.

Below them, in front of them, countless warships exchanged fire, exploded, and the brilliant firelight reflected the starry sky. The huge battleships that were as large as a mountain leaned slowly, all became the perfect backdrop for them.

The speaker silently looked at the blood pupils, his eyes full of relief.

"My promise will be fulfilled." He whispered, then looked up and looked far ahead.

There, a huge ring was in plain sight, and countless Boca and Rosa warriors were 'rushing' out of it. This is the essence of the two races for 10,000 years, and it is fully displayed at this moment. The sheer number and terrifying momentum would make people despair even if they just looked at it. Once, in the era of great chaos, such a huge lineup also appeared before Crodil, and they drowned that stubborn civilization, stubborn warriors. And now, they are going to crush humanity with the same domineering.

It's like squeezing an ant to death.

It's a pity that the people standing here now are not ordinary people, and the emotion of despair can never appear in their hearts.

In fact, it is precisely in order not to let that despair grow, that they have risen from their humility to take the fire of hope......

For all, those who seek light in the darkness.

For the sake of the race, civilization ...... And even everything, people who are unwilling to give up hope when they die.

The one who still raises his head and says 'no' to the enemy for the sake of the bullet and food.

Fight to the end of the universe.

"It's our turn!" The Speaker's voice sounded, not high, but firm as a mountain!

"Hurry up your hands and feet, and you don't have rice to eat if you're slow!" The muse smiled, and with his team, he flashed and disappeared in front of him.

Mikiel glanced at the Speaker with a gentle look. Said softly. "Don't forget, you and I agreed."

"If you don't die this time, I will accompany you to eternity." The Speaker replied softly.

Mijil smiled slightly. Suddenly, it was as if the entire starry sky had lost its color. She walked up to the Speaker, picked up the Speaker's wrinkled old face and kissed it gently. "The agreement takes effect, if you break the contract, death will not let you go." After saying that, she raised her hand and waved, and disappeared into the void with her companion.

The blood pupil looked at the two powerhouses who had already joined the battlefield with complicated eyes, and nodded slightly to the speaker. "I'm off too."

"Okay." The speaker took a deep breath and said solemnly to the blood pupil. "As I can imagine, in the past, Crodier's will runs throughout, and now. Humanity is also to follow the path of Crodir. It's not that we don't know how to choose, it's that we don't know how to let go. ”

"Drop?" Blood Pupil's eyes flickered, and he asked softly. "Why let it go, why do we let it go?"

"Well said!" The Speaker smiled and held out his right hand. Blood Pupil was stunned for a moment, then ...... He also slowly stretched out his hand.

After an interval of I don't know how many years, in the same battlefield, the same enemy, the two represent different things. But the hands of the races, which were very similar, were finally shaken together. It's like traveling through time and space, the fusion of two huge wills, acknowledging each other. This moment. Crodier's will is combined with human tolerance, and it continues to sublimate and grow.

Maybe this is fate? Maybe not? Who can say for sure?

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In the starry sky, countless figures began to rise from the human ship group, all of which were space warriors above the comet level. They are like tiny droplets. Constantly converging, splitting, and throwing into the front in small teams. Before this unprecedented war. Humanity has done its best.

Perhaps this is too ugly for Boca and Sha, and indeed for all the cosmic nobles of the upper world. But that's what humans ...... Even if it is an ant, it is a civilization that wants to scream.

Rumble...... In an instant, the space above the battlefield shook, and various attacks and abilities emerged one after another. Countless figures flashed staggered, like dazzling meteors. The human warriors and the powerhouses of Boca Rosa immediately collided, bursting out with the most brilliant light since the beginning of the war.

Deadly force fields came and went, beams of light flickered instantly, and from time to time someone turned to ashes, and more people participated. Compared to the fleet battles below, the cosmic warriors' battles may not be as exaggerated, but they are more deadly. Any slight mistake can determine the fall of a strong man.

Call...... A human mercenary wearing a cosmic armor drew a 'Z' trajectory in the starry sky as if he had lost his inertia, just dodging the corrosive rays of a conqueror of the sand, and before he could counterattack, he suddenly froze in place, the space around his body was twisted and folded, and the whole person was sucked into it by a force field, and then squeezed into a mass of flesh and blood that could not be seen.

And before the strong man of the sand could celebrate the victory, he was cut off by another silver light. A piercing scream in the void.

"Come on...... Lao Tzu is here! ”

"Kill you! Kill your dad tomorrow! ”

"Ha, catch it, play illusion in front of me, you're still early!"

In the network of thoughts that covered the entire void, there were shouts and curses from mercenaries or star thieves. Some of them had just completed a kill, and some had died within seconds of yelling. Either way, they were engaged in an epic battle, one that struck the heart of every warrior with a sense of mission and glory that even after countless years, their descendants still have a lot of blood boiling in some accounts.

In reality, however, the battle was not as glorious as it was written in the poem. Their sacrifices were even more staggering than the gains of humanity.

Twelve thousand ...... Within half an hour of the battle between the two sides, the human death toll reached this staggering level. You must know that this is not an ordinary person, but a cosmic warrior, any cosmic warrior from scratch, from weak to strong, has to go through countless battles and training, time and resources training.

On the other hand, Boca and Rosa suffered only about 7,000 casualties.

The battle losses of the two sides are extremely uncoordinated, and there is no way to do it. After all, compared to Boca and Fusha, the human foundation is too weak. It's a miracle that we've been able to hold on until now.

But this does not mean a disadvantage, but rather a stronger outburst......

In the starry sky, a figure shuttled like lightning, instantly drawing out an unknown number of 'Z' words and invading a group of sand conquerors, and the figure had just turned from blur to reality and pointed at the forehead of a sand conqueror.

"Dry!"

The conqueror of the sand was stunned, and then his body suddenly disintegrated, like scattered grains of sand. Only then did the calamity fully manifest itself, grinning at all the strong people around him.

"I'm sorry, but seeing me is your disaster."

One hand was raised, and a piercing cold light flashed in the eyes of the disaster.

Abilities, liquid manipulation!

Medium, magnetic field flow!

"Die, Anubis taunt!!"

Boom, the storm suddenly started, and all the Boca sand powerhouses within a radius of thousands of meters lost their body fluids in the invisible magnetic fluid and turned into a mass of dry sand. (To be continued......)