Is there a higher source in the world that I have, but I couldn't understand that for a long time.

I have traveled the world and lived among different peoples, both on Earth and in Attas. What I have observed is that the standards of morality change over time and culture, and that what was once immoral can become moral, and what is perfectly moral in one place can be sensational in another. I've retorted, how do you explain that there is always a good majority in the world? And some people countered that it was not because goodness was in the majority, but that the values of the majority were enshrined in goodness.

They were wrong.

The primordial warlock Rajat and his fighters fought a battle of purification to wipe out a race of aliens hostile to humans. For thousands of years, most of humanity was still enslaved, oppressed by the aristocracy, and at the mercy of tyrants. For the human race, it is no better to accept the rule of a tyrant or to face the threat of an alien race.

The witch kings who exterminated many alien races may have saved humanity, but that doesn't mean they have the power to rule over humanity. The Coral Witch Shatiri understood this, so when she liberated Tyre, she abdicated the throne. For this I revere her, although later, this brought new strife and turmoil.

- Muhadi Apocryphal Hadith

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The mantis man's huge body makes it impossible for them to ride, but that doesn't mean they're easy to deal with.

The power of these insects shocked the psychic warlocks, and with a single stroke of their touch, they were able to knock heavily armed mercenaries and men and horses over. Their weapons were not gold or stone, they were made by the coagulation of a biological fluid secreted by themselves, but with the help of that strange force, it was enough to pierce metal chain mail and cut off bones.

It would be a mistake to think that you can gain an advantage by distancing yourself from these aliens. The mantis man not only likes and is good at using darts, but also can draw a strong longbow, the arrow is as thick as a spear, as long as it hits, it will either die or cripple.

Riding archery versus foot shooting, the riders can't shoot the mantis man because the shooting platform is unstable, even if the archery skills are good. However, even with men and horses, the riders have a larger mass than the bugs, so they can also use the charge to deal with the enemy, but the effect is not very good. The mantis man reacts quickly, and if he is not careful, he will be grabbed from his horse and hacked to death by a knife when he is wrong.

There are about a hundred praying mantis people in this team, which happens to be a team of 100 people. Their khan, wielding two scimitars and two spears, rushed in the middle with his own soldiers. On either wing are other mantis warriors, armed with spears and scimitars, as well as darts and bows. The mercenaries, taking advantage of their superiority, went around the streets behind the mantis people and attacked.

The buildings in the town act as a barrier, allowing the smaller Mantis to fend off the larger number of mercenaries. Some of the mantis people even climbed onto the two-story earthen roof and condescendingly fired arrows. The mercenaries were suppressed, but only before Muhathir intervened.

Insectoid creatures are resistant to psionic energy because their nerves and minds are very different from those of humanoids. However, since Muhadi dealt with the desert giant centipede, he had summed up some lessons in dealing with insect monsters.

First of all, insects, like humanoids, have central nervous systems, intelligence, and can think. However, the difference is that they also have ganglia, and the reflex circuit is completely different from that of humans. Most of the psychic sorcerers on Atas don't know biology, so they haven't developed a set of methods for casting psionic energy against non-human aliens. Muhadi had learned a little bit about the life sciences on Earth, and this is where the reverse comes in handy.

He used his psionic energy to create a colorless poisonous gas, and then created a breeze that blew the poisonous gas into the praying mantis crowd. Insects do not have noses and breathe through the breathing holes throughout their bodies, which makes their sense of smell very insensitive. By the time they noticed that their movements had become sluggish, a quarter of the mantis people had already been hit.

It's a pity that Muhadi is not a Starch Spencer Druid, and the poison cloud created is not very threatening, but only makes the enemy a little less flexible. A true druid can concoct a variety of hormones and hormones that can instantly disable these creatures, but it's no bad to do it now.

The mercenaries seized the opportunity and gained the upper hand, but this was not enough, and some mantis people who did not inhale the poisonous mist were still difficult to deal with. The Psychic Warlock unleashes his ability to create sound, unleashing a powerful sound wave that passes through the upper limit of the human ear's hearing frequency, striking at dense enemy areas.

Based on research on Earth, Muhati knew that the common praying mantis's hearing apparatus grew on the midthoracic ventral plate between the basal ganglia of the midfoot and the basal ganglia of the hindfoot. What is special is that they only have one hearing device, not grow in pairs. Praying mantis' hearing devices have a much higher range than human ears, and they use the sound waves they hear to help them orient themselves.

The sonic waves created by the telemancer swept through the crowd of mantises, causing several mantis people to stand unsteady and staggered in one fell swoop. Of course, the mercenaries would not miss such a great opportunity, and a daring elf approached and wanted to cut off the head of an enemy.

The elven mercenary rode on his horse and swung his scimitar sharply. The blade bit into the mantis man's neck, and the green exoskeleton couldn't withstand the force of the swing and shattered. The scimitar unhindered cut through the body fluids, organs, and nerves under the shell, and cut off the entire head neatly.

The elves shouted excitedly, like heroes returning triumphantly. He was so happy that he didn't notice that the mantis man whose head he had cut off did not fall, but instead waved his six legs wildly, struggling as if he were doing a quick dance. The mercenary was caught off guard for a moment and was caught by one of his tentacles, and then all the other limbs were entangled. The huge body of the headless mantis man knocked the mercenary and his horse over, and he fell to the sand and fought.

Praying mantises, like other insects, have ganglia in their abdomen that can manipulate their limbs, so they don't necessarily die immediately if they don't have a brain. Unfortunately, the mercenary didn't know this, and he was crushed under his green stump, and a mournful howl came out of his mouth. The rest of the people could do nothing but watch as he was torn to pieces, and the howl turned into a kind of leaky roar, and then fell silent.

The headless enemy killed one of the mercenaries and got up and ran a few steps before finally falling. Muscle Daddy's subordinates were shocked by this scene, and they were all a little overwhelmed, and the offensive weakened for a while.

Muscle Daddy knows that this is the key, and he must not be discouraged and retreat. The Moors laughed heroically and rode their horses forward. His knife was big and heavy, black and ugly, but it seemed to be infinitely powerful and unstoppable.

Muhdir stands in front of the battle, showing his ability to help the Moors. Now, as he understands the human heart more and more, he is becoming more and more comfortable in displaying his spiritual powers. Coupled with the crystal mask he wears and various psionic equipment, his ability is not the same as before.

On a street densely populated with praying mantis, the wreckage of the town's buildings on both sides suddenly collapsed. The Psychic Warlock redirects gravity and causes the street wall to smash at enemies. The praying mantis people were caught off guard and were about to stand firm, and then the changed gravity suddenly disappeared, leaving them at a loss, and then facing the Moorish scimitars.

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He drew a short-handled axe from his waist and swung it in a semicircle, forcing back two enemies who surrounded him. Then the Moors suddenly exploded, or chopped or chopped, and the mantis people who killed were defeated and retreated. As if he didn't care about his own danger, he took the lead, cutting off a dozen tentacles reaching towards him, smashing the heads of three insects, and finally getting the axe stuck in the neck of one of the mantis khan's guards. The mercenaries swarmed up following the gap he had breached, and with more and less fighting, they suppressed the group of enemies.

The leader of the mantis, Möngke Khan, is taller and more ferocious than his kind. There were two horrific wounds on his skull, one extending from the back of his head to his forehead, and the other extending diagonally from his mouthparts and grazing his compound eyes. His mouthparts are also more ferocious than those of other mantis people, and the huge fangs and chews make people shudder.

The insect has no expression, but there is a palpitating affection in the Khan's compound eyes, a kind of suppressed anger. He stood up straight, nine feet tall, with four forelimbs holding a wheel blade and a spear. Like a miniature hurricane, waving constantly. He opened his mouth and roared, a strange roar that had no corresponding description in the human vocabulary resounded in everyone's ears.

Muhati thought that he was going to rush straight up, but he didn't expect that this mantis man not only understood fighting, but also understood the truth of forbearance. He didn't choose to rush up and fight the muscular daddy, but went out in the direction where there were fewer mercenaries, as if he wanted to break through with the remaining mantis.

The psychic warlock thought it was strange that these insects thought they could run and win, and that one side rode and the other walked, so the one on foot had to be brave to win. Once they begin to rup, they become prey, chased, hunted down. In the escape, he gradually exhausted his body, and was finally slashed from behind.

The Mantis Khan threw his spear, and two mercenaries fell from their horses. He grabbed the other two mercenaries with his free hand and slammed their heads together, exploding like two red berries. The other surviving mantis men followed behind him, slashing their way through the gap.

The mercenaries cautiously retreated a distance, and if the enemy began to flee, then the side that had the power of the battlefield could calmly start the hunt, and there was no need to fight to the death.

The Mur breathed a sigh of relief, looked defiantly at the fleeing Mantis Khan, and shouted, "This is what you are capable of?

The praying mantis people fought and retreated, and they had reached the edge of the town. The Khan, named Möngke, heard the provocation of the Murs, turned around and replied in a stiff tone: "The hunt has just begun, Murs, and you are all prey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was movement on the horizon in the distance. A large puff of sand and dust was lifted into the air, the startled birds fled in all directions, and a large group of praying mantis people came.

Judging from the movement during the march, there were at least four or five hundred mantis in this team, and this time the strength and weakness were reversed, and the mercenaries were chased and killed by the mantis.

But there must be no concessions at this time, because there is not much water and food left. If you don't resupply here, the next trade point that can be resupplied will take three days, and if you encounter a sandstorm in three days, it will be all over. Trapped in the depths of the desert, no psionic or magical powers pale in comparison.

There are many good hands among the mercenaries, and many of them are men who lick blood from the knife all year round, but in the face of such a large group of mantis people, a head-on confrontation is just self-destruction. At this time, there seemed to be a cruel smile on the face formed by the exoskeleton of the mantis man, as if he was laughing at the mercenaries' incompetence.

"Retreat!" Muscle Daddy cursed in a low voice, watching the mantis brigade gradually approach, and then gritted his teeth to squeeze out the two words.

Where to retreat? Muhati was puzzled, but he saw the strong men of the Muir running with his men towards a strange tall building in the town, and urged his horse to follow.

The town of Smyra, which has about 2,000 inhabitants on a regular basis, has a waterworks for water, a blacksmith shop, an inn, a brothel and a shisha for travelers' leisure. In the center of the town there is a strange building, which looks like an upside-down basin, close to streamlining, and does not even have a single window.

Muscle Daddy had obviously been to the town before and was familiar with the route. He commanded the mercenaries to dismount and retreat into the building, and then directed his men to close the door to the building.

Inside the building, there are crystals that serve as light sources, and on the ground are several human corpses. When Muhathir closed the door of the building, he was surprised to see that the door had a metallic texture. Moreover, the door panel of the gate is very thick, about a foot long, and there are threaded protrusions on the edge of the door panel, which have to be rotated to close.

"Is this so small?" asked one of the mercenaries, frowning. "From the outside, this building is very big!"

He had a point, the room behind Muhadi's gate was only a little larger than a normal dweller's mud house, and the mercenaries barely managed to squeeze in, barely finding a place to stand.

I only listened to the disdainful sneer of the muscular daddy, "You know what, it's just a foyer!" and then he pointed to it, and people realized that there was still a door, exactly like the one outside. The group unscrewed open the second door and finally reached the interior of the building.

Raina didn't know how to fight, so she came to Muhadi's side. She saw that the Psychic Warlock seemed thoughtful, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"This design ...... "Muhati deserves the design of this strange two-story door," ...... It doesn't seem to be a simple defensive use. The threads on that door...... It seems to be an airtight design. Have you ever seen a building like this before?"

Raina didn't understand Muhadi's words, she just explained. "I've been here here before with the mercenaries, and it's said that the building is very old, dating back to the time of the halflings. According to the legend of the inhabitants here, this is not actually a building, it is a ship, a ship that can sail in the Phlogiston Sea. Ancient halflings once rode it out of the earth's shackles and into the sky, touching the stars and other worlds. You see, thousands or even tens of thousands of years have not corroded the hull, and it is still strong. ”

Listening to this, Muhathir can imagine the story of the ship. Since its crash, it is clear that the inhabitants of the desert have used it as a fortress and have gradually built towns around it. And the small room that I just passed through should be the airtight isolation cabin of the spacecraft. As for the Phlogiston Sea, that's what the mages of Atas say, referring to the vast desert space between the crystal wall systems.

Muscle Daddy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the mercenaries had entered the building, "You can hold out here for a while, let's guard the entrance, and when those mantis people can't help us now, they will naturally retreat." ”

He said it lightly, and Muhathir felt that it might not be so smooth. There are also a lot of corpses on the façade of this building, which shows that the insects still captured this place when they ransacked the town before. Although it can be explained by surprise, there is a second time that cannot be avoided if there is a first time. Besides, if the bugs don't retreat, being trapped here is almost like waiting to die.

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