"T71, X214, C7613 coordinates, B55 surveillance body, Crodil conqueror high energy reaction, disappear!"

"T2212, X364, C91182 coordinates, G711 surveillance body, Crodil Conqueror High Energy Response, disappear!!"

For a while, the reports of the fleet channel came and went, but the information conveyed was basically the same, and the watchmen in front of the light curtain were also dumbfounded. I could hardly believe my ears. They were so impressed by the Krodil that these great warriors, who had brought hope to humanity in previous battles, had left on the eve of their imminent victory. Their strength once shook people's hearts, and their departure was just as cruel.

Legendary warriors who had never made the slightest concession in front of a powerful enemy, but were devoured by the strengthening cells and turned into invisible blood. The tragic state of which even the soul was about to be wiped out made everyone who witnessed it speechless. They couldn't understand what kind of will, what kind of soul, could still fight like that before knowing their final fate. In order to know that he will die, he still never gives up.

Could this be Crodier?

That's what ...... Fighting the country?

The admonition to live well and live with dignity has been well known to all human beings. In the eyes of many, it was merely a consolation for the conquerors of Crodir, but for many more, it was a legacy.

It is the sustenance of one generation of strong people, one generation of unyielding people to another generation of the same kind.

Live well, with dignity. Stay alive.

It's easy, it's hard.

In the starry sky, above the bow of Ragnarok, Lazy witnessed the disappearance of a conqueror. The Conqueror's appearance was miserable, his body melted in a matter of seconds by the Colonization Suit and turned into blood in the eyes of everyone. A living being, no, a living strong man just vanished, the scene of its death more helpless than a lamb.

But what is surprising is that even this intense pain is so intense. Such brutal torture. The conqueror never said a word, his expression was so calm, so indifferent in his pupils when he was submerged in the reinforcement cells on his face. It's as if he's been waiting for this day for a long time. Waited...... Countless years.

"Why?" Lazy asked aloud. "Why?"

"There is no justice in war." Heck replied. There was a hint of understanding on his face. "For whatever reason. No matter what the background. When killing becomes habitual, it is sin! ”

"Do you think there are no times when the people of Crodil are weak? That's just your imagination!! That's the fighting race, their weakness. It will only be stored in private, and it will only be stored in itself! The wars, the wails of countless living beings? What kind of torture they have endured in glory. And how do you know?! ”

"Where the heart desires, there is no fear." Heck's voice lowered. He looked at the spreading mass of blood and muttered softly. "That's Crodier."

Heck didn't say more, but his gaze fell on the blood pupil, looking at his indifferent expression, his lonely back. A low sigh.

"The burden itself...... It's cruel......"

In the starry sky, the battlefield has advanced a lot, and even the ring is close to the naked eye. And look at the big picture, except for those three 'world blockades' that are still stubborn. Humanity has almost mastered the initiative on the battlefield.

But the blood pupils on Ragnarok didn't move, just silently looked into the distance, their eyes calm.

His vision is different from others, in addition to the normal number jù, there are many more shapes and color blocks. Some of these figures are still green, while others have turned yellow or crimson. Each block that changes to a crimson color disappears after a few seconds, and is then outlawed by a new green block.

"Already, there's no turning back......" he muttered in a low voice, a voice that only he could hear. I'm sorry, my subjects, but my power can only go so far. I brought you here, but I can't bring you back. ”

The power of the Blood Pupil is not unlimited, although he has become the Lord of the Blood Sea. Intensive cell carriers and psionic energy harvesting are also used. But he is not a god after all, and he cannot disobey the laws of nature. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the cycle of life in the universe, and even the god realm level has to embed itself into the rules in order to maintain the so-called 'immortality of divine thoughts'. How could he bring Krodil back to life 10,000 years ago?

All he relied on was the massive amount of life force he had gained from the ruins incident and his own sea of blood.

Carrier, soul, life force. It is the three elements of a qiē life. The Blood Pupil may be able to complete two of these elements with external force, but finally, the most important one. 'vitality', but not much. Therefore, the Craudil Legion he summoned now, no matter how glorious and great, the final result was already doomed. (Note: The value of the so-called vitality knife in this book has been repeated many times, so I won't go into it here.) ）

This is the justice of the universe.

In the starry sky, Clodir's black figure was still shuttling, crushing one resister after another. At this point, the remaining Boca and Rosa powerhouses had no intention of fighting, but they still did not give up the pursuit. Perhaps for these 'heroic spirits' who have accumulated thousands of years of resentment in the sea of blood, only killing can free them.

However, there are also some Crodirs who have given up fighting, and they are suspended in a corner of the starry sky, standing or sitting and relaxing, enjoying their own peace. These people reject the proximity of others and are reluctant to share their feelings with anyone. They sat calmly, looking at the distant starry sky, where they had once fought. It is also the place where they belong.

Quietly, one of the Craudil conquerors vanished, then the next, and the next.

Neither of them spoke, and just accepted their fate calmly. Maybe...... This is the rest they have been longing for for a long time. Don't sleep in that dark river Styx, but end in this chaotic battlefield.

Born on the battlefield, died on the battlefield.

On the twilight of the gods, the blood pupil sighed softly. He knew that it was over. Although he didn't want these excellent warriors to disappear, the laws of nature could not be reversed. The only thing he could do was to make these warriors fulfill their last wishes.

Thinking of this, the blood pupil raised his head and looked at the three special spaces in the starry sky. It is completely isolated from the normal starry sky, forming a self-sufficient 'world'.

Heck came behind him at some point and asked softly. "What are you going to do?"

"Do nothing." The blood pupil replied. The voice was still as cold as ever. "That's their fight, and if they can't even solve this little difficulty, then ...... I don't think they're trustworthy and trustworthy either. ”

"Wait......"

Blood Pupil said, then closed her eyes...... (To be continued......)