As a first reaction, he stared at the top, carefully recalling his current situation, and it took a while to connect the memories. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The assistant next to info is still asleep, and the hood moves up and down with the slight undulation of the body. Korors untied the wires attached to his body, stood up and moved his hands and feet, and then turned on a computer to check the time, it turned out that he had not been asleep for long. Should the assistant wake up, Crown hesitated, but walked away. He was going to see what information had been brought back by the probes he had sent out during this time.

When Crown walked into the control room, a piece of equipment had just returned. The device was automatically connected to the central computer, and Crown turned it on. It appears that the location of this monitoring is the testing site of Endals, and the tall building is under the monitor. It seems that Endals's test specimen has not achieved much evolutionary results since he left, and has probably entered a period of relative stability in evolution. Several of these specimens are clearly interfered with, with tall statures and a distinctive walking gait that far exceeds the amplitude of the average specimens swaying from side to side. When the monitoring ended, the camera panned, and Flowers saw something, and he began to play it a second time. The shadow that flashes at the end of the image, which does not move at a very fast speed, leaves a very bad feeling for Colors. After a second look, he was convinced that this was not the product of artificial intelligence, at least not something that could be created by creatures on Earls, an angular corner that only advanced processing equipment would do for the processing of cutting-edge industrial products. There was a strange sensation in Korors' back from low to high, and he jerked back to see that there was nothing.

As I continued to watch, the flashing shadow of the image was slowed down and enlarged many times, but there was no result, and no useful information appeared even if I asked for help from the computer. It can only be determined that it is artificial intelligence, where it comes from is not known. Colors shook her sore neck and walked to the resting place. Ndals told him to sleep for the time being, the trust between Korors and his assistant had long since been the same as before, let alone the quiet thought he needed now. If it is from the product of the Feyals civilization, then it will be a friend or an enemy from the depths of the universe. Unable to judge, Korors raised the entire base's defenses with fruitless thoughts, as the liquid flowing through the holes at the top of the base increased with a loud and audible sound as the short-term massive output of energy required. Whether it's an enemy or a friend, there's nothing wrong with being cautious, and he then released more monitors and traveled to several areas with high-level Jinhua creatures, focusing on the new base built by his assistant.

Mormoth's judgment was clear, he was almost about to find the exchange that everyone in Nabra knew was a good opportunity for development - Colors, and the strange thing was that he did not have the impatience to wander around in the depths of the universe before, but preferred to arrange a quiet retreat for himself before the confrontation. The purpose is not to be talked about, if quiet is the goal, it can be regarded as a purpose. Whenever there is a large-scale ensemble hunt or a single hunt with a more challenging degree of intensity, Mor Holmes will arrange a quiet retreat for himself. In his opinion, planning and then acting, is the basic quality of an excellent hunter who can compete fiercely and is fundamentally playing a game with fate, he once joked that why excellent hunters are not too young, it is because the hairy boy who has no basic literacy has already died in an unknown corner of the universe, and his spaceship instruments have become cosmic garbage that no one knows and wanders endlessly. There are many layers of folds on the chin, and it feels like you can feel the vicissitudes of life you have experienced. Dealing with this top student at a top flight academy, Mor Holmes wondered what he had to do to prepare.

In the past, the employer would generally state whether it was a living or dead body. This exception was the employer's personal presence at all, and Mormos had been tasked with a secret intermediary known to everyone in Nabra. What's worse is that although the final price this time is so high that it is difficult for any hunter to refuse, he can start to search for those who did not have a penny of deposit in his previous life. The employer's agent also warned that the manhunt needed to prevent interference by the government's military. That's right, what the guy said in the intermediary made Mor Holmes insulted, and the guy said that the reason why so many people were called to receive the task was that many people needed to constantly consume the strength of the fleeing Colors, so this search is not just a search, it is more like a game, and Mor Holmes and the like are just everything. After accepting the mission in a fit of rage, Mormons prepared himself and drove the ship into the depths of the universe. When he earns the price, he also gives himself a moment of recognition. When Mormos got the task, he also got a relatively detailed introduction to the prey. This is definitely not a government mission, because although the government will also send missions through intermediaries, each mission has a detailed reason for the arrest. There was actually an empty space in the mission information package this time, and Mor Holmes had already inquired in private, and he had just been raided by the Ke family, and he had gone to see it a few days ago. These damn politicians are all they think about all they want to do. But it has nothing to do with Mormos, it doesn't matter when you received the mission, and it doesn't matter now. Mormos closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, shouldn't he make some more determination.

Taking advantage of the free time to prepare, Mormones released Paris, who was dying of hunger after being shut down. Mormos asked a lot of questions, and gave Paris a lot of common knowledge about the universe, and of course he got more of what he was interested in, and strangely, the more he listened, the more he realized that it was not Corolls' business, although it had something to do with Corolls. One day, Paris suddenly told him about what he had experienced, many people in the community surrounded the controller and wanted to eliminate him, and at the last moment, a flying object rescued the controller, and Paris couldn't tell who saved the controller. Mormos took him to look at the little things that flew quietly outside the ship, and told him that someone was watching them, and when the time came, Mormons would complete his mission. As Mormoes stared in the direction in which the little thing had flown away, and as he uttered his own words, Paris whispered a plea as to see if he could let it go back. Mormos didn't say anything, and Paris then changed his tone slightly, Since I am valuable to you, then what should you give me. Mormones turned around abruptly and asked sharply, are you asking me to do something?

Paris suddenly lowered his figure, and he bowed his head and said no. Paris has been thinking very clearly these days. If he can't get what he wants from the new controller, even if he returns to the colony, someone will follow Dakras's example and rebel, and then his fate will not be much better than that of Herahas, who is missing. If the prayer was a long adventure, Paris thought it was worth it. But it was obvious that Mormones was stingy, and he didn't even want to give Paris a little bit of charity for his abilities. Paris was upset, but he didn't show it. Moore Holmes whispered, I have been preparing these times, and I will give you what you want when I think the time is right. He pointed to the room at the end of the corridor and told Paris to stay there when he was okay, and gave Paris the task of dragging Dakras, who was captured together, to the room designated by Mormones, because Dakras did not cooperate with Mormones until the end of the day, and finally died.

After Paris obediently completed the task of transporting Dakras, he entered the room without a sound. Mormos felt good, the sense of control he felt when hunting for prey was desirable, and the scolding he had just given to Paris made him feel comfortable. It turns out that it is the control itself that makes people feel oh happy. yes, if he can complete the hunt for Korols without danger, he will have more control when he returns to Nabra. In a much better mood, he smashed his mouth a few times, and continued to prepare with this habitual action. What is a headache is that his well-equipped spacecraft cannot directly enter the ocean, and there is no most effective means for the search and arrest work. He has to fix this, and maybe Paris can help him. Mormos summoned Paris in a loud voice, telling him that he would now let it go back to earth. Mormos said to Paris, we are collaborators, I am willing to give you what you need. Paris's eager eyes were cast on the other, and he nodded obediently.

The ship's invisibility system was lifted, revealing its blue-black body. The huge bodies crouched on the tall buildings, startling the community that had forgotten that they had been frightened not long ago, and they quickly returned to the woods. The rear of the spaceship opened, and in the dazzling light, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared. Paris shouted out to the members of the community who were evading, declaring that this was the god who gave him rights, and that the god had come here to reaffirm Paris's right to control the community. When they heard that God was coming, the people of the community fell on their stomachs in obedience and whispered to them in obedience and admiration. Paris then declares that Dakras has been punished by the gods for his rebellion and will no longer be able to return to the community. These words worked very well, and the individuals of the community did not dare to look up at the two of them. Holmes patted Paris on the shoulder, agreeing with him. Before leaving the ship, he instructed Paris, asking him to tell the community that the god needed someone from the community to help the god complete a mission. After accepting the loyalty expressed by the individuals in the colony, Paris selected a dozen individuals and told Mormones to take them. Most of them, like Darkras, are, in the words of Moreholmes, deviant blood. He needed Mor Holmes to take these people away.

Mor Holmes's idea was simple, using the organisms he had at hand and going into the depths of the ocean to carry out the stated tasks. The ideal solution is to force or lure Korors out of the ocean, and there are many means to subdue Korors. Mormos was confident again, after all, no matter how advanced his opponent's equipment was, it was just an ordinary cargo spaceship. The selected individuals, as Moormes could tell at once, were of abnormal blood from the way they walked. This Paris is really vicious, and with this operation, the potential status threat can be almost eliminated. Mormones smiled, and Paris didn't understand that he needed to set aside someone to inherit his power. Evolution, how can it be easy, there is no one in place at all. Although Paris is advanced in blood, his understanding and operation of a high level of civilization is not as good as that of Mor Holmes, a marginal society with only basic social common sense. From Mormothy's point of view, he needs to retain a few suitable individuals and be prepared to take Paris's place when the time comes. Perhaps, the newcomers are better to work together than Paris.

The miniature flying equipment prepared for these people did not take into account much of the danger of corrosion by seawater. Mormos set the time of the dive for each system, and implanted control chips in the organisms. His idea is simple, it is to control these creatures, go to the bottom of the sea to search for prey, and help him catch it. After the equipment was commissioned, the annoying flying objects outside the window returned, and Mor Holmes activated one of the devices. In accordance with the prior procedure, the equipment abolished the ship and opened fire on the tiny flying object. Just like in a game, Mormons interferes with the flight of the target flying object and then controls the manned flight system to shoot down the flying object that comes to monitor it. Although the battle was small and not enjoyable enough, Mor Holmes was satisfied. He's going to start fighting.

Chronos looked at the information coming back from the monitor in the past few days and made a final judgment. A large ship arrives at Earles, and he docks at the new base that Endals had set up. Judging by the fact that this ship will complete massive monolithic hull instantaneous invisibility, this is a military ship, or the ship of the infamous bounty hunter who wanders the laws and the edge of the universe. If Nabra is here, it is certainly not from the military. Armies that have always liked independence will not launch a large-scale cosmic manhunt, to this Earls's after a number of jumps. It must be the ship of bounty hunters, these people have no bottom line and are keen on thrilling adventures in pursuit of money. What's more, the level of equipment of their ships usually exceeds that of most armies. It seems that the other party is really a desperate person who can chase them for such a long distance. Korors woke up his assistant and showed him all the images of the spaceship appearing. Endals whispered, I haven't dodged after hiding for so long, back to Nabra, you have no hope, and I won't have either. Even though you are the target, the hunter will kill the others who are present while the prey is being captured. He turned to the captain, and it looked like we had to become warriors. If we don't fight for it, we don't have a tomorrow. Even what he came to ask for was not out of date with you after death.

Korors agreed with his assistant that the arrival of the hunters was a nightmare for every prey, and few escaped the hunters. But the more he got to this point, the more he remembered the beginning of his escape. He didn't believe that he could escape all kinds of accidents in the depths of the universe, and he didn't have a chance to escape again today. As the two were talking, a part of the screen suddenly went black, and the last thing they saw was a shining light coming from a distance. The battle has begun, says Crols, Ndals, do you have any suggestions?