Wanyan received Pasty's notice and immediately complied. [23[]The x-trap puppets, under his command, engaged in a fierce battle with the Black Worm Man.

The Black Worm Eater is strong in its own right, and the Trap God Puppet has a large number of mechanisms to help, and the battle between the two sides is inseparable.

One by one, the wormmen fell, and so did the puppets of the Trap God, their bodies shattered like stone statues, but their souls remained. They floated in mid-air, looking down on the battlefield.

There are a lot of wormmen, and the puppets of the trap gods are not inferior. This is a puppet made from the soul of a mechanism god that has been gathered for tens of thousands of years!

Although their ** no longer exists, their souls are still the same. Originally, these souls had become stiff and numb in tens of thousands of years of hard labor, and they did not know joy or anger. Now, in the midst of fierce battles, their blood has been awakened again.

They remembered their old lives, they remembered their old dignity!

Now, their dignity is gone, enslaved, destroyed, frustrated, all because of these hateful bugs and the black fog on them!

"Ahh

A puppet roared, and the sound came through the sound mechanism in his throat, which looked extremely strange. But anyone can hear that this voice is full of great sadness and anger.

The sound infected all the puppets around them, and their movements became more and more violent, and they forgot to die.

Fierce artillery fire swept towards the Bugmen, and the puppets armed with various weapons fought with the Bugmen. The arm was cut off, and there was another. His legs were cut off, and he had to attack the lower limbs of the insects when he crawled on the ground. As long as they still have a little bit of mobility. They're going to fight too!

In order to avenge his enslavement for 10,000 years, for the sake of the God's Domain on the other side of the world!

One by one, the puppets fell, and so did the worms.

The strength of both sides is always equal, and the number of injuries is always equal.

At the beginning, Wanyan also tried to command, trying to maintain the balance of attack and defense. Later, his blood was also stirred, and he rushed forward with two knives in his hand. His movements are much more agile and lethal than ordinary golems.

He gradually forgot everything, and was full of only one thing: kill them. Kill more bugmen!

If it goes on like this. In the end, when the Zerg were completely wiped out, there were only a few puppets left.

But now, not a single puppet cares about that. Instead of being enslaved in the depths of a dark mine, die on the battlefield like this!

Evening smoke a rush. The tip of the knife in his right hand is straight to the throat of the insect man in front of him. It was covered with heavy carapaces. But the carapace will lift up with the movement of the wormmen. Revealing a brief flaw. What Wanyan wants to do is to seize this flaw and go straight to his vital point!

He's going to succeed. His blade was already in the path of the wormman. The next moment, with the momentum of this wormman, he will automatically send his throat to his knife, and he will immediately fall to the ground and die.

But in an instant, the wormman actually stopped moving.

The blade of the evening smoke was only an inch away from it, but the insect man unscientifically stopped the irreversible momentum and avoided the vital point.

Wanyan was shocked and secretly screamed that it was not good!

His move failed, and the knife momentum could not be recovered, and the gap was bound to be exposed. If the worm takes advantage of the situation, he may be seriously injured.

His mind was racing, and the next disposition had just flashed through his mind, but the insect man had no intention of attacking! It froze in place, like a puppet!

Without hesitation, Nightsmoke moved the tip of the knife forward an inch, allowing it to sink into the wormman's throat just right. He cut his throat with a knife and kicked it hard, and the insect man flew out and smashed to the ground, splashing a large amount of sand and dust.

Huh?

Why doesn't this worm have any intention of resisting at all?

No, it's not just this worm man.

The evening smoke has just appeared, and all the insects around are exactly the same.

Suddenly, they became a target, stiff and motionless. A large number of attacks from the puppets of the Trap God were on them, and none of them fought back.

What's going on?

The puppets looked surprised at the same time, and then, their eyes widened.

One after another, the Black Worm Man exploded in front of them!

Whether dead or wounded, or those intact, all the Black Worm Men exploded at the same time, leaving not a single one behind!

They instantly exploded into a cloud of black smoke and dust, which fell to the ground and disappeared when blown by the wind. Whether it's the Black Worm Man or the Black Erosion Mist, all of them have disappeared cleanly. In the blink of an eye, there was not a single enemy left of the puppets of the Trap God!

The puppets straightened up and looked at each other. None of them knew what had happened, but then, something even more surprising happened.

The landscape around them was fading. Whether it's the sky, the sand, the plants and animals in the desert, everything fades into black and white, and finally melts into the light.

Eventually, the world went blank, and only they were left.

No, it's not. Their puppet bodies are also disappearing, and in the end, all that is left is their consciousness and soul, and there is no more entity!

Puppets - they can't be called puppets now, they've turned into wisps of ghosts, looking around blankly, a little overwhelmed.

This scene did not last long, and after a while, as if the scene had been reversed, the scene reappeared, completely restored to its original appearance.

The traps they've made, the traces of the fierce battles they've fought before, are gone, leaving only this new world and the disembodied ghosts of the traps floating in the air.

......

The golden throne sparkles and shines in the depths of the Queen's Palace.

Chang Ming led Pasty to the throne and motioned for her to sit down.

Pasty's breath suddenly became rapid. Her chest heaved violently, staring at the supreme position.

Since she was born, she has had an idea that is deeply rooted in her blood. She had longed for this position for too long, and now she was finally standing in front of it. She had a strong sense of unreality.

Chang Ming can understand her mood very well.

It can be said that this is how Pasty was set up in the first place. She is destined to work towards this goal, but she just needs an opportunity to start.

has not started, she has only been able to suppress this desire in her heart, and she has accumulated for an unknown number of years, but you can imagine the depth.

Chang Ming recalled that she gave up taking the queen's seal under her own persuasion, and suddenly felt a little moved in her heart, and said softly: "It belongs to you, sit on it." ”

Pasty's breathing calmed down. She shook her head. turned around and looked at Chang Ming: "No, it's you who should sit on it." ”

With the force of her hand, she led Chang Ming to the throne. Pressed him to sit down. "You fit the position better than I do. ”

She said, "If it's not you." I'm long dead. You gave me a new lease of life, created me, and created this whole new world. The world should be yours now. You should be the one who sits on this throne!"

As soon as her words fell, a wonderful feeling went straight to Chang Ming's heart.

Chang Ming's hands were flat on the armrests of the throne, and his eyes were looking straight ahead.

Through the gates of the Queen's Palace, he could only see the square outside. Today, there is not a single worm there. All the honeyworms had just been transformed by the Queen, and then all of them had been wiped out by him.

His gaze expanded outward through the square.

The moment he sat on the throne, he undoubtedly became the master of this world. He can see everything here, he can hear everything here, he can master everything here!

......

The ghosts of the Trap God are still in a daze, they don't know what has happened and where to go.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, turning from virtual to real, standing on the desert.

The ghosts of the Trap Gods were overjoyed and surrounded them one after another.

They have no entity now, and they can't see it with the naked eye, but Chang Ming accurately captured their existence and nodded to them: "I worked hard just now." ”

The evening smoke floated forward, and Chang Ming immediately looked at him, his fingers lightly.

A thin layer of cyan light suddenly appeared around the body of the evening smoke, and the blue light became thicker and thicker, and the evening smoke gradually appeared in the blue light!

He looked at himself in surprise, lifted his hands and feet, and looked at his body. Ecstasy suddenly appeared in his eyes - this, this is his essence!

He was originally a mid-level machine god, with an elegant and well-proportioned figure, deep silhouette, and sharp eyes. Ugly and clumsy as a puppet of the Trap God for 10,000 years, he thought he had forgotten what he was meant to be. Now that he had appeared, it turned out that he had always remembered it clearly. Now that he was back to the way he was, he felt familiar and cordial in his heart, and almost burst into tears.

Although he still can't touch himself now, which means that he is still a soul, Wanyan is still very moved.

He raised his head and saw Chang Ming wave his hand lightly, and the souls of the Trap God around him appeared one after another. These gods also looked at themselves in surprise and moved to tears, just like the evening smoke.

Wanyan stepped forward and asked, "Master Chang, what's going on? What about those bugs? Have they all been wiped out?"

Chang Ming said: "Now that this world has been completely reshaped, the worms still exist here, but they are no longer our enemies for the time being. ”

Before Wanyan could speak, another god stepped forward and said angrily: "They are no longer our enemies, they have enslaved us for tens of thousands of years, and this revenge has not yet been avenged!"

Chang Ming shook his head: "Our real enemies are not them, but the people who are behind the scenes to promote this matter. ”

He told Zhu Yan about Zhu Yan one by one, and the more the gods listened, the more shocked they became.

Of course, they had heard the name of the three elemental gods, and they never thought that all of this was actually caused by one of the three gods, the Star Yuan God!

Wanyan lost his voice and asked, "He, why did he do this?"

Chang Ming shook his head: "I don't know until now, but there is no doubt that you are just implicated." ”

When these words were spoken, all the Organ Gods fell silent. They were at a loss.

The Trap Gods have always been high, and whether it is humans or other creatures, they will not pay attention to it at all. And now, in other words, they are actually just cannon fodder for the Star Yuan God?

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