Desolation, desolation, dead silence!

Almost every year, there is one, or even dozens of planes merging, and each plane merging will cause quite a terrible disaster. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Every time there is a catastrophe, countless creatures collide violently due to the fusion of planes, and finally cause countless creatures to die!

There are too many dead creatures, and too many continents have been destroyed: what super continents, what super empires, what nine heavens, forbidden lands, all of these things are all wiped out in the hundred-year fusion!

In the permission space, more than half of the permissions have completely disappeared in the century-old impact.

No one knows whether they took refuge in a foreign race or died.

Everyone just knows that the permissions of those who disappeared are all scattered to the remaining authorities.

After a hundred years of fusion, the old demon of Montenegro was lucky to escape and survive: although the continent where he was located had suffered some shock waves, it was not powerful, it only shocked some ordinary creatures, and a professional like him still survived!

"It's good to be alive!" the old demon of Montenegro sighed, for a hundred years, he did not push open the gate of heaven, nor did he carry out any cultivation, he carefully shuttled through the broken mountains and rivers, avoiding the various disasters caused by the fusion of planes.

In the one hundred and first year, there was a new plane integration, but this time, the newly integrated plane world did not cause any more earth-destroying disasters: the rules of this plane were strong enough and complicated enough: the newly integrated plane world was directly controlled by the rules:

Continents crash into the ocean with minimal force and become new continents.

Planets hang in the sky out of thin air, becoming stars in the eyes of the creatures on the earth!

The newly integrated dimensional world seems to be fiddled by an invincible being, scattered in an orderly manner.

The rules are stable, and the old demon of Montenegro feels that his strength is recovering, but the speed of recovery is too slow.

In the past, his sea of blood was boiling, and he could return to his peak state in one breath, but now, although his sea of blood was still boiling, it would take several hours for the lost qi and blood to recover.

What's even more terrifying is that because of the fusion of rules, the power of the void well is reduced by more than half, and with the integration of a seat surface, the power of the void well continues to decrease: so many precious materials, the void well can no longer be nurtured!

"This is the negative impact of the burning of the origin of the plane!" "In the Terran permission space, the thin nebula rotates, and in the huge permission space, there are less than a million remaining Terran authorities.

The voice of the central authority was even more tired: "However, according to those legendary records: when this dimensional world absorbs enough multi-plane worlds and evolves into the heavens, the consumption of the origin will be reduced!"

"But none of that has anything to do with us, and now all we have to do is...... Develop the Terrans!"

As soon as these words came out, nearly a million people in authority were silent.

A little, the authority shouted:

"What else is there to develop? Now the human race doesn't even have a continent, and it has become an endangered race in this new dimensional world!"

"In this case, how do we develop?"

The Terrans have become an endangered race? As soon as these words came out, Montenegro hurriedly checked the map of the Terrans.

The map emerged, and there should have been tens of millions of continents as territories for the Terrans, but at this time, there was no continent.

Even the super continent that the old demon of Montenegro worked hard to run back then disappeared from the map.

"How so?" exclaimed Montenegro.

The authority sighed: "What's impossible? We activated the legendary magic circle and let the plane fusion begin, and the cause and effect caused by it did not wipe out all of our human race, and we are already quite lucky." ”

And this luck was all brought by the reincarnation altar: a guy named Miko Yue and a guy named Moe Moe mastered the reincarnation altar together. ”

"This altar transforms the negative forces of the plane's own decay day and night, so as to obtain the luck of the plane's reward!"

"It's these luck that have sheltered us until now!"

"But, even then, we have lost all the continents!"

"Now, the remaining humans in the plane world are all remnants because of luck, and it is really difficult for them to form tribes on some continents and survive carefully!"

"We're lucky: many races that were hostile to us at the beginning have been wiped out!"

"But...... There is actually no difference between our human race and extinction: we can't build the most basic country!"

Many of the authorities sighed, and their words were filled with endless sadness.

Montenegro was silent, he first checked the current situation of the Terrans, and after a long time, his face was extremely ugly, and he roared wildly: "Why are you so pessimistic? The Terrans still exist, we are still here, as long as we are here, then, we can make a comeback!"

"Everyone is in good strength, it's better to take care of a tribe on a continent by yourself, protect these tribes from developing, and finally rise again!"

"One day, the Terrans will become the most powerful race in this world!"

The authorities are silent, they no longer have the fighting spirit to protect the development of the Terrans again, because, the integration of thousands of planes over the past hundred years has brought more than a large number of competitors.

What's even more terrifying is that the current plane origin is still burning, and the lack of resources makes the rise of a race even more difficult!

Moreover, because of a series of disasters, the top masters of the human race have lost too much!

"As long as you work hard, there is hope!" Seeing that these authorities were silent, the old demon of Montenegro suddenly became anxious, and he roared with all his might:

"If you despair, then please surrender your authority and get out of here. If you are not desperate, then is it difficult for one person to shelter the Terrans on a continent and help those Terrans to develop again?"

It's hard to make a race on the verge of extinction develop again, it's really hard!

Ever since the old demon of Montenegro roared in the Permission Space a year ago, those Authority members have finally passed his proposal: one Authority person to protect a continent.

Among them, the central authority has the heaviest task: he has gathered tens of thousands of human races on the continent and personally sat down to shelter them.

The other authorities, although desperate and tired in their hearts, also gathered many human races on the continent to gather together and personally sit in shelter.

The old demon of Montenegro jumped into the broken armament, turned on the armament, and after crossing thousands of continents, he finally found a continent with humans.

When he found the humans, he found that there were only tens of thousands of humans left.

A tribe of tens of thousands, this is the only remaining Terran tribe on thousands of surrounding continents.

"So...... Let me shelter this Terran!" the corners of Montenegro's mouth twitched.

He didn't really want to protect these people, but if he didn't protect the Terrans, then he wouldn't have enough ability to continue his promotion.

Because, every time you are promoted, if you want to reach the limit of the current level, you need a lot of resources.

And these resources, if he collected them alone and nurtured them by his own virtual well, would take tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, to get together.

If according to his original intention, after the human race fell to this extent, he exchanged all his authority for all kinds of materials, and then took all kinds of materials to hide in a deep mountain and old forest for three to five million years, and finally became an emperor, or even surpassed the emperor, so as to return to his hometown.

But when he looked at the Terran warehouse, he was desperate to find that the Terran warehouse was crippled.

That's why he wants to re-emerge the Terrans and let the Terrans collect resources for him!