"God is joking with me!" Brooks stood up and walked into the depths of the woods, still unable to shake off the voice, those thoughts, as he walked...... Something in his head wanted to continue the discussion.

Chen Feng didn't even know that she loved him. What if he never knew the Tao?

"What should I do? Separate them? I'd rather stop the star spirit from rising! ”

But if Chen Feng dies on the battlefield before knowing the truth of the Dao, if there is no more Chen Feng in the world, then Ze Ling's choice will not exist, and she will inevitably be with you......

Brooks stopped thinking. He cupped his hand into a cup, and in the palm of his hand he showed the image of Zeling dancing.

If there is no Chen Feng in the world......

Brooks suddenly clasped his hands together and dispelled the image: "No! That would be cruel! ”

But Brooks immediately stopped thinking about it and immersed himself in such thoughts.

On the battlefield, anything can happen. Maybe he won't die, but the demon must have paid special attention to Chen Feng, who destroyed the first portal, killed the counselor of Didros, and now the commander of a legion...... They will keep him alive...... Live well......

"Give him to ...... They......? I-"

The battlefield will become chaotic. Some have been left behind for this, and no one will be condemned for this......

"No one will be condemned for this." Brooks muttered, he opened his palm, and Zeling's image danced for him again, and he stared at it for a long moment, thinking.

Then, Brooks shook his hand tightly again. He felt sick to those evil thoughts, so he put his hand on his clothes and wiped them repeatedly, and then walked quickly to the barracks. "No, it won't!" He roared, "It won't be Chen Feng!" No, it won't! ”

Brooks muttered to himself as he walked, not noticing the figure that flashed out of the bushes. The shadow watched him from afar, and Brooks had already thought of abandoning his honor and fame and brotherhood. Thinking of this, he secretly laughed.

"The basics are done." He whispered, "You'll do the rest yourself, Brooks." ”

With that, he used his hairy, forked lower limbs in the opposite direction......

Zeratul and the Archon had not returned, and Lester did not want to wait any longer, so he ordered the Astral Clan army to leave the next day. It was clear that most of his followers preferred to march at night, but the nobles didn't want the demons to see themselves as people who just wanted to conform to the rules.

Although his warriors could not possess the most powerful power during the day, now they had done their best to slowly adapt to the sun. All Lester can rely on now is their determination, and the Astral Clans know that defeat means the end is coming.

And the Burning Legion is also waiting for the arrival of the Star Spirit Army not far away. The astral spirits on the march also knew that a slaughter awaited them beyond the horizon, but they still fought bravely.

Thus, the war to defend the planet El has once again begun.

While the Astral Clans were fighting for survival, and Broxus was trying to control his bad thoughts, Crassus was struggling with something very different, something that Zeratul felt Crassus had never considered.

"It stretches as far as I can explore." The archon sighed in frustration.

"It" cannot be seen by the naked eye, but it can be felt. "It" is a huge, invisible barrier. This barrier had been holding them back for a day, according to Crassus's concept.

They finally discovered it, and the lightning songbird of Crassus inexplicably collided with something of unknown art, and the lightning songbird was injured. Crassus also fell off its back.

At this point, Zeratul realized that his lightning songbird was too late to rush to the rescue of the archon, so he had to ask for the help of the wind. A strong current of air blew his companion up again, allowing him to grab his arm. Once they were safe, they returned to the surface and began to study the barrier.

A few hours passed. Crassus still had no clue. Seeing his confused appearance, Zeratul became even less confident.

Crassus said, "I have nothing to do." ”

"Can't you think of a way to get through?"

"There's anything worse than that, Zeratul. I couldn't communicate with any of the zerg within the barrier, not even my own consciousness. ”

Zeratul had great respect for Crassus. The mysterious archon once saved Harvey when he imprisoned his soul.

"Too much of a resemblance," continued the archon, "too much of a resemblance! He must have done it! ”

"Who did it?"

Crassus's eyes slowly closed. At this time, he looked like a pale Star Spirit Clan, and he looked very unsettling. He seems to be testing his partner, and Zeratul suddenly feels that he wants Crassus's trust very badly.

"Yes...... You should know this, and you have the right to know the truth. Zeratul held his breath, whatever secret Crassus wanted to tell, it must be crucial.

"Look me in the eye, Zeratul." After Zeratul complied, Crassus continued, "The three of us are regarded by you and your people as 'outsiders,' the self-proclaimed human Rasen, and the Dark Light Archon Blox. You don't know their race, but as you can see, they are—humans and aliens. ”

The older archon paused, and Zeratul felt that he should respond, so he nodded and said, "Humans and aliens." ”

"Did I ever mention what race I belong to? Or has anyone else talked about it? ”

Zeratul thought for a moment, and really didn't remember anyone mentioning Crassus's race: "You have the blood of the Astral Clan, and you look like a close relative of ours, if—"

"If any of you had been dead for more than a year, I might look a lot like a member of the Star Spirit Clan, but I have to admit that we have a lot of similarities, don't we? But what you see is just a disguise. We are not related to each other by any kind - and I am not a human or an alien. ”

Zeratul asked, puzzled, "Well...... What are you? He looked into the depths of Crassus's eyes, which were the eyes of a foreigner.

"Look closely, my fellow Zeratul, and think carefully and think about what you know about me."

Zeratul looked into his companion's eyes, thinking back to all the things he knew, though not much—a knowledgeable and gifted Archon of Light, who even when he was seriously ill, possessed a mature way of thinking and a high level of skill that ordinary people could not imagine.

The Archon was even a friend of a Zerg.

…… Zerg ......

Looking at the brighter and brighter expression on Zeratul's face, Crassus muttered, "Looks like you've touched the threshold, so go ahead." ”

He then removed his disguise and showed Zeratul that in the consciousness of the Star Spirits, Crassus had been transformed. His body writhed and grew, his robe torn to shreds, his legs bent in the opposite direction, his hands and feet grew longer and longer, and his claws stretched out, and wings grew and stretched out from his back, almost obscuring the star spirit at its worst.

Crassus's face slowly elongated, and his nose and mouth merged into one, forming a terrifying mouth. His hair solidified on the top of his head to form a layer of scales, which then spread all the way to his back, then to his wings and tail to the top.

Crimson scales covered every part of his body. A name popped out of Zeratul's mouth, a name that was known to represent a terrifying beast.

"Primordial Zerg!"

However, the startling image of this scene quickly faded away, as quickly as it appeared. Zeratul shook his head and stared blankly at the man in front of him.

"Yes, Zeratul, I am a Zerg, more precisely, I am the original Zerg God of the Primordial Zerg, but most of the time I show myself as a mortal race, because I want to mingle with you Star Spirit Clan, everyone can learn from each other's strengths, and I also want all races in the universe to live in harmony. (To be continued......)