No one has ever seen a stellar fight with all their might, because everyone they see is already dead.

As the highest force below the Third Realm, the strength of the stellar level has reached the point of disrupting the balance. For them, the starry sky is just a hunting ground, and the many stars are nothing more than their prey.

There used to be a good saying.

"There is no humility in the presence of kings."

There is no dignity or inferiority, not that there is really no difference in status, but that there is no discrimination in front of the stellar star. In the world, no matter what status you are, what aristocracy you are, it means nothing to the stellar star. Even the leaders of a civilization and the kings of a country must bow their noble heads and grovel to the mercy of the strong. When the power of the individual is above all the mundane, then the so-called law, the state, the army, the universal values. It's just a joke.

Therefore, no matter who it is, in this cruel universe, in the face of a stellar-level powerhouse, he must also be honored.

Your Highness!!

This is the stellar star, the top of the cosmic pyramid food chain.

If they change their names, they may still be able to get a title in the lower worlds. That's ......

God.

So right now, is a 'god' waging war against the mundane? The nearly 100 candidates who pounced were his sacrifices?

In the whirlpool of the raging storm, the blood pupil slowly stopped and turned its gaze to this side. His expression was calm, but there was a glint of excitement in his eyes. It's an all-out fight from a stellar star, and it's a good learning opportunity for him. In the past, although the blood pupil had seen the strength of the stellar level, his strength level was still too low at that time, and he could not appreciate the fighting skills of the stellar level. This is also one of the reasons why he wants to pit Brut for something. The second reason is that he naturally wants to calm the pulse of the world in his body.

The Blood Pupil's cognitive realm was still stable, and it was not suitable for combat. But for the sake of demonstration, he still used it in advance, wiping the fleet of the Gilnas from the stars. This really shocked many civilizations, and also brought a little shock to the blood pupil.

But fortunately, the will and body of the blood pupil are strong enough. It only takes a while for this shock to disappear.

"As long as ...... Give me a little more time......"

Feel the chaotic vortex that gradually stabilizes in the brain domain. The blood pupil grinned slightly, revealing a trace of snow-white teeth. It's like...... The hunger and thirst of the beast when it sees its prey.

And by this time, Brut had already handed over the first batch of candidates.

In the vast void, more than a dozen points of light rushed over in the storm. Their bodies rippled with a white light, almost identical to the candidate before them who had been torn apart by Brunt. This white halo is actually the embodiment of the transformation of the virtual and the real, which can continuously transform the storm into usable energy. It is the preferential treatment that the Second Realm has provided to them.

And the strength of these people is also extremely strong, and the lowest one is much stronger than the previous unlucky guys. Before it got close, the powerful 'potential' had already affected the surrounding void, and there was a similar distortion and dislocation. Swap and the like. In this case, general attacks are almost ineffective against them.

It's a pity that they are not facing ordinary people, but Brut!

The mercenary elite who is also favored by the Speaker with the Blood Pupil.

Before the candidates could gather, a cosmic storm suddenly appeared around one of the candidates. The candidate did not panic, and directly stretched out a hand with a cruel smile, grabbing and pressing towards the storm.

He has been endowed with the ability to transform the storm by the Emissary. This little storm is just a dessert for him!

Maybe it's getting used to the smooth transformation of the storm. Unbeknownst to the candidate, the storm was bigger and more frenzied than anything he had encountered before. Faintly, there are still many points of light flowing in it. And he grabbed it. It's like sending me to those points of light.

In just an instant, his arm shattered in the storm, blood and bone debris splattering like shrapnel.

The candidate was stunned. But before he could react, the storm suddenly intensified and swept him in like a blender. His shields, his defenses, and his proud 'power' were all shredded in an instant. It's as if it's already fragile like an eggshell. The next moment. This candidate is like a balloon that has been inflated to the extreme, and it has exploded in everyone's eyes.

The void twisted, and soon the candidate came out again, with a panicked look on his face.

The planetary level all have the ability to project space, and it is his projection that the storm has shattered, and his body has not been strangled. Only this time he was unprotected, and if he was caught up in the storm, he would definitely die.

Under the threat of death, the candidate could no longer afford to fight, only to disappear immediately. But before he could escape far, suddenly, his body stiffened. Fearfully looked down at his chest. In front of everyone's eyes, I saw his chest trembling at high speed, as if something was about to burst out of his body. Then the shock spread throughout his head, his hands and feet, and every strand of his hair.

That's an unimaginable high-frequency vibration......

The candidate felt all this in horror, then raised his head and extended his right hand to his companion.

His lips quivered, as if to say, 'Help me.'" But the last one didn't say anything. In everyone's eyes, his body became more and more blurred, more and more unstable, and then starting from his chest, little by little, disintegrating and separating.

Just like that, in front of everyone, it turned into a mote flying in the universe.

Particle contagion......

Sandcastle in the reflection of the sky.

My music is unintelligible, my handwriting unnoticed. In front of the stage of the universe, I am just a sloppy artist, using the brush of particles to sketch the lines that belong to the singer......

The storm quietly spreads, pulling other approaching candidates into it.

A powerful sense of thought flowed through the storm, with coldness, with ruthlessness. It's like a pair of dead eyes, looking at the victim who is constantly being involved. Those candidates resisted, ran away, but could not resist the onslaught of particles anyway. White light burst one by one, souls were destroyed, but the storm never stopped......

That's all planetary annihilation......

All the viewers who saw this scene shuddered. It was as if the light that was shining on the seventh battlefield at this moment was destroying the souls themselves. And the storm that spreads and expands more and more has become a dance step of death in their eyes.

Ten minutes later, the first wave of candidates had vanished completely, and Brut had reappeared, standing at the top of a storm.

Above the storm, he looked expressionlessly at the second wave of light in the distance. It's like looking at a bunch of dead people.

The battle isn't over yet......

But he had seen the fate of the enemy. (To be continued......)