The Seventh Battlefield.

Naturally, it was the last to be generated, the 'star' that was completely filled with cosmic storms and space debris.

To be precise, it wasn't a star at all, it was just a space that was confined by the Void and Reality Technique. It is a pure, 'blank' created only for the harsh or worse environment. Fighting there, the first thing to think about is not to kill the enemy, but how to survive.

Obviously, this decision of the messenger was a punishment for the blood pupil and Brut's domineering just now. And there is no resistance.

One might ask, the Clay have done the same thing before, why haven't they been punished?

Isn't that a simple thing to do? Who called the Clays an old cosmic aristocracy, and there are people on it? Compared to humans, the Klay clan is obviously much stronger, at least even the envoys of the Second World Realm dare not express overt hostility.

However, although he made a ruling, it was really nothing to Blood Pupil and Brute.

Both are aloof personalities and are extremely aggressive stellar newcomers. In their bodies, they are not as old as the old stellar level (timid and afraid of death), and they all maintain vigorous energy and aggressiveness. The newly acquired power was surging in their bodies, not to mention that it was just a space battlefield, even if they really entered the anti-space battle, the two of them would probably not hesitate at all.

Because this stage is the 'dangerous period' that the cosmic warriors are most excited about.

As we all know, each level of the Cosmic Warrior's ascension is a earth-shaking evolution, but this evolution is not without harm, and the new power will make the Cosmic Warrior more impulsive and more dangerous. It's like a child who gets a new toy and gets excited. It is only after a period of familiarization that it gradually returns to normal.

The Blood Pupil and Brut are at this stage. So I don't care about the battlefield at all, the only thing I need to worry about is that I don't hurt my origin.

You must know that the reason why the Dao stellar level is difficult is because they are very difficult to kill. The solidification of the world of cognition makes them self-contained. Powerful clones can be copied at any time to perform tasks, so it doesn't matter if you use the ontology or not. At the same time, according to the level of the stellar level of cognition of the world, the clone will also carry more power and become more and more powerful.

Both Blood Pupil and Brut have just been promoted to the stellar level, and their cognition of the world is still immature, and they can't separate a powerful enough clone, so this time they are both ontological descendants. In this case, in addition to their normal injuries, they must also be careful of some super psychic, psionic, and mystical attacks. so as not to hurt the origin of one's cognition of the world and cause irreparable trauma.

And this is also the reason for their ferocity. Only the enemy who dies is the best enemy, and if you are not fierce enough, don't you seek death yourself?

"Do you have any objections?"

The voice of the Second Realm Envoy echoed above.

The two of them just flashed their eyes and disappeared in place.

At this time, any words are powerless, and only strength is the fundamental way to solve everything. What about the harsh environment? As long as you can survive the battlefield. Could it be that the envoys of the Second Realm could still stop them? The current situation of human beings is already seeking a way out of many old civilizations, and this kind of thing has been seen too much.

And many of the fighters brought by the two also walked aside silently. Wait for the results of the battle.

The sacrifice continued again, followed by the sacrifices of some civilizations. However, at this time, there are only some small civilizations left, and most of the sacrifices are some low-level resources and potions. Alien beasts, slaves, and the like are far from satisfying the needs of the Second Realm. So some sacrifices came down. There are only three or two kittens of civilizations that have been recognized, and most civilizations have been rejected.

This is also the protection of them, otherwise in the high-level competitive environment of the Second World Realm, what if they are counted in? Isn't it eaten in minutes?

The dividends of the High World Realm are not something that all civilizations are eligible to enjoy.

Finally, after another three days of the festival, the fleet's 'ring array' in the void was a little thinner, some of them had returned home, and some were still waiting to watch the battle that followed.

Most of the civilizations that can still stay here are candidates who meet the criteria. They are all waiting for the next link with hope and expectation.

Campaign Battle!!

Those who succeed climb the ladder of the second world of the world, and those who fail will also be compensated by the world of the second world.

Basically, there are no real losers here, because even a little bit of technology in the second world is enough to reinvent their civilization. But the essence of life is greed, isn't it? If you can get better results, who will choose the worst one?

In the garden of the human yacht, the Speaker stood up and walked over to the transparent shield at the edge.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see the battlefield of the seven planets. Including the actions of the fighters in it.

"It's about to begin."

The speaker raised his finger, and suddenly conjured up a fat roast duck, stuffed it into his mouth and munched on it. "I don't know how many candidates do you plan to brush down in the second world of Lu Dao this time?"

"The big ruin is approaching, and they won't waste any more costs." Senator Sal Jones said in the back. "I estimate that they might brush 70 percent."

"70%......" the speaker chewed, showing a smile that seemed to be not a smile. See, that's the truth of the rules. What fairness, what help, is a high-sounding excuse, and in the eyes of these superior civilizations, we are just ants. ”

"The surviving 30% are probably all guys who have connections in the second world."

The Speaker laughed, tossed the leftover roast duck aside, and then conjured a large barrel of beer and drank it. The fragrant juice ran down his mouth, and he suddenly tossed the barrel. Da Lu laughed.

"Good! Then let me see who has the most laugh, Sal Jones, and let's make a bet that he won't have 30 percent, but 10 percent. ”

"Want to play a game?"

"No, Your Excellency." Sal Jones replied. There was also a slight smirk on his face. "I forgot to mention that my previous assessment was only a data analysis and did not calculate our accession. So I'm not going to make that bet with you. In fact, according to my personal opinion, 10% is more, and I think 5% is more ideal. ”

"Who told us to draw a big deck?"

The Speaker and Sal Jones looked at each other, then laughed in unison.

And at this time, Blood Pupil and Brut had already entered the seventh battlefield. Endless cosmic storms and space debris wreaked havoc around them, seemingly engulfing them in the next moment. A storm of this intensity is dangerous, even if it's a stellar level, be careful. So Brunt held up the shield for the first time, and the blood pupil ......

But nothing has changed.

"Huh?" There was something strange about Brute. "Don't you have to prepare?"

"There's no need." The blood pupil replied. At the same time, look into the distance. "I love it here...... In addition, we probably don't have much time to familiarize ourselves with the battlefield. ”

"Oh?" Brut was stunned for a moment, and looked at the gaze of the blood pupils, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Damn! There are so many people who have targeted us! Bastards of the Second World Realm, what the hell are they going to do!! (To be continued......)