On this day, the Bessels ushered in the greatest despair.

The Zeta people sat upright in the Nine Heavens, high above, and pressed them.

The people of Shenzhou set fire to the bottom of the prairie and went against the sky, destroying the withering and decaying.

They are sandwiched between two major forces, wolves in the front and back, tigers in the back, and a group of monsters will be released.

Don't mention the taste in my heart, it's sad to the extreme.

The Zeta say they are inferior to the Dragons, and they admit that they don't have the same high spirits as the Dragons.

The dragon clan directly imprinted dignity into the blood and soul of the bones, making dignity higher than life.

Isn't there another race with the same technology? Yes, but I don't have the guts to do so.

Only the dragons have done this, and to be able to make such a decision is a kind of arrogance in itself.

And what supports the dragon clan to make this decision is the long-term hegemony of this race, which has been shining in the galaxy for 200,000 years, and has never been a vassal.

But Bessel didn't have that background, they never became a hegemon.

Since stepping into the interstellar world, it has been a vassal of a powerful civilization, and there is no highlight.

When the status was at its highest, it was now, relying on the dogs of the Dangzeta people, and becoming the highest civilization in the galaxy.

This is Bessel's survival strategy, whoever is strong will follow whomever he wants.

It can be said that he is very experienced, and he has been caught between great civilizations many times in the past, seeking his own interests little by little.

But that's based on a pluralistic public order across the galaxy.

No matter how competitive and exploitative civilizations may be, at least each other's right to exist will be recognized.

Even if there is a big cultural gap, everyone has a common meme, and they want to be a loose whole, while different types of civilizations are different factions in the same society.

Therefore, no matter how tragic it is, there is a bottom line, and there will always be universal solidarity and help from the interstellar society.

Let the Bessel civilization, which follows the doctrine of big things, maneuver around it and grow stronger in the cracks.

But this time, it's more brutal than ever.

And they no longer have the alliance order of the galaxy in the past to rely on.

"Lord of Civilization, Muguang, do you really want to do it?"

"Will our civilization be destroyed?"

When it descended to the Seventh Heaven, someone couldn't help but say.

The Lord of Civilization immediately puffed up and said, "No! Most of them will survive. ”

"If we don't follow the orders of the Zetars, they will really be completely wiped out, and they have the power to wipe out our entire civilization."

However, the man put it another way: "Is our civilization still alive?" ”

"......" The lord of civilization was stunned.

When they descended to the fifth heaven, they spoke: "Although our civilization has never stood at the peak of the galaxy, this also keeps us from being completely destroyed. ”

"What about those glorious races of the past?"

"The first need of civilization is to survive, and you can't sell your name to learn from the dragon clan."

Everyone else fell silent, they didn't say anything, but this silence seemed to say a lot.

In the fifth heaven, the Lord of Civilization came near a death omen.

The first thing he did was to change himself.

I saw that he had a brilliant body, like a humanoid pulsar, and a majestic nebula was diffused.

This is his body, very powerful, each particle is twenty-four orders of magnitude stronger than the nether particles.

However, he gave up on this gesture, and the light began to dim.

A large amount of high-dimensional matter was abandoned and turned into weapons.

And he, too, was restored to a height of three feet, and returned to the appearance of the Bessels.

The other high-level officials were the same, and they didn't seem to dare to maintain their oversized bodies in the next battle.

are shrinking as much as possible, compressing themselves.

"What? Want to unleash the White Cloth Grim Reaper? ”

"In order to suppress it, we lost countless elites, and the technology went back 30,000 years! The laws of heaven have collapsed! ”

"Now that the enemy is present, let it out to stop the enemy?"

"There is no enemy in the White Cloth Death, Seeker of Light! They only kill all living beings mercilessly. ”

A large area around this Death Omen Star has no other civilian buildings, only a group of strong people living in it.

They are all the elites of the Strange Things Stability Control Bureau, and they are here to ensure that the White Cloth Death Reaper will not get out of control.

However, no matter how conscientious they are, it is useless.

An order came down from above, saying that it had to be released.

An elite member of the Stability Control Bureau cried: "No! ”

This thing was suppressed with great difficulty, how can there be any reason to take the initiative to release it?

The lord of civilization shook his head and suppressed them with the laws of class, letting them disperse.

Then, with great power, the death omen star was vaporized.

I saw that in the dark and empty vacuum, there was still a huge white cloth left.

How contrary to common sense that such an inferior fiber material, such an inferior material, can exist in the Death Omen.

Many of the Beziers present experienced the tragedy of those years.

Looking at this white cloth, hundreds of millions of eyes were full of fear, and they did not dare to approach at all.

"Sacrifice all those who are welded to death." The lord of civilization has made up his mind, and his words are gradually becoming calm.

"You're crazy! Lord of Civilization! "The elite of the Stability Bureau roared with excitement regardless of class.

But he couldn't do anything, and saw that in the huge building in the distance, billions of people of all races had been dragged in.

This amount is too huge, and it is a mountain and a sea in space.

Some of them are ignorant, some are sad and crying.

Although they didn't know where they were going to be sent, their long-term slavery life made them understand that this kind of mandatory summoning must be to die.

"Less! Less! Someone shouted.

The Lord of Civilization said calmly: "What is missing? The White Cloth Grim Reaper proliferates...... For every person killed, a new white cloth Reaper is created, and the fight will only increase. ”

"Now that you've decided to use it to deter the enemy, don't expect it to be numerous."

"The entire fifth quadrant of the home planet can be abandoned."

Everyone is numb, this is their home planet.

The Land of Origin, just gave up?

What's even more terrifying is that you will really just give up this one world?

The elite of the Stability Control Bureau cried and said with a sad face: "Lord of civilization, once the strange thing gets out of control to such a point, it will be out of control. ”

"Don't be left to chance, it's only going to affect a three-dimensional universe."

"This is the existence that once killed the star god in seconds, and even made the emperor of the fourth dimension amnesia, in case it can take the initiative to cross different three-dimensional universes, then it will be over."

The Lord of Civilization knows the risks involved, so why are the Zetars afraid to hear the name of this thing?

It is because this strange thing once had a very terrible record...... Separated by an immeasurable distance, it affects the emperor of the fourth dimension!

Such a terrible thing, although there has never been a situation where the White Cloth Grim Reaper escaped from the current three-dimensional universe.

But I can't keep it, I have this ability.

It's just that after it appeared that year, it was immediately suppressed with all its might, and it was not allowed to trigger this kind of situation.

But war, anything can happen.

To use strange things in warfare is to be aware and face the terrible consequences that anything is possible.

"It's got to this point, there's no other choice." The Lord of Civilization spoke calmly.

There is one that does not need to be entangled, and it will not be distressed. If you don't worry about the future, you will feel calm.

"The enemy has arrived, and the only way to do it is to do whatever it takes."

Poof, countless creatures that flew within 300,000 miles of the white cloth were cut off in an instant.

Even if it is a race that does not have a head to speak of, an organ in their body will be invisibly and inexplicably chopped off and appear under the white cloth.

More and more of them, countless of them, forming mountains!

Too many welding dead people have fallen, and some of them want to resist, but they are powerless, and all of them are sent into a killing range.

And as they died, a miserable white figure suddenly appeared on the huge white cloth.

It is also made of white cloth, like a cloak, fluttering like a ghost.

Like a cloth on an invisible ball, flying wantonly.

This is the White Cloth Grim Reaper, who can fly freely in a vacuum, ignoring all obstacles.

They are not fast, one might even say very slow.

But the Lord of Civilization gritted his teeth and seemed to be disgusted that it was too slow to get out of control...... Suddenly, he used Dafa to remove a large group of white cloth Death Reapers.

Directly into the crowd!

In an instant, the people of all the tribes were welded to death, and they died in pieces.

No matter how powerful a creature is, if it touches it, it will die.

The white cloth is really like a god of death, harvesting quickly in the crowd, and where it passes, the head flies.

There are the heads of golden crows, the heads of mermaids, the crystalline heads of silicon-based giants, and the fluttering ionic fireballs on the top of candle-like creatures.

Strange and tragic.

And this is just the beginning, the most terrifying thing is that these white cloth Grim Reapers, the attack range is still increasing!

With the killing, there is no need to touch it gradually, and it can be wiped out from afar.

The range is getting bigger and bigger!

The same is true for flight speeds, some of which are so fast that they draw out afterimages, like a miserable white trail.

"Out of control ......"

Many Beziers are terrified, and memories of the past are attacking them.

And this time it is even sadder, they are actively pushing it to an uncontrollable situation.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

A group of Beziers, rioted.

They pointed their weapons at the lord of civilization.

And the lord of civilization is in a daze...... They knew that this was the price of removing the white cloth of death.

If you want to interact with the white cloth of death, you must sacrifice some knowledge.

This is also the only way to hurt the white cloth of death, but at the cost of that knowledge being forgotten.

At this moment, the lord of civilization fell into a great amnesia, and a part of his mind was empty, and he couldn't think about it, which was very awkward and uncomfortable.

This caused him to lose his mind for a moment, plus a few other factors.

At this moment, it was the moment when the Lord of Civilization had a flaw, and a group of Bessels seized this opportunity to take the opportunity to get down!

"Die!"

No one can rebel against the lord of civilization, he is the pinnacle of class.

Only when he dies can he stop the act of feeding life to the White Cloth Grim Reaper.

At this moment, for some reason, no one organized, just because there was a flaw in the master of civilization, suddenly a large group of strong people spontaneously attacked.

They don't even deal with each other a lot, but now they have an invisible tacit understanding!

All the strong people who caught this flaw in a flash instinctively made a move.

Zero plan, zero plan, all temporary intentions, each showing their powers.

"Poof!"

The Lord of Civilization suffered from the creation of the people, and suddenly came back to his senses: "You dare! ”

"Kill him!"

Attacking in groups, everything happened too fast, only in a flash!

However, it is not so easy to kill the master of civilization.

The wonder-like treasures of suppressing civilization spontaneously moved and instantly shattered everyone and suppressed the spirits.

There are still people who want to make a move, but they can't move anymore.

When the order was given, they even wanted to commit suicide and took the initiative to fly to the White Cloth Grim Reaper.

"Alas, Lord of Civilization, back then, the breakthrough person said that the white cloth of death can erase the knowledge of the universe forever, it is not a lie, it is not a deterrent......"

"I believe them, it's true...... It's true. ”

An elite of the Stability Control Bureau, while 'loyally' flying towards the White Cloth Grim Reaper, is still persuading.

But this has come to this, and there is no turning back.

The Lord of Bessel Civilization fell into memory, this strange thing appeared not long after the birth of the Heavenly Dao.

At that time, the Breakthrough Organization was still there, and after suppressing the Disaster of the White Cloth Reaper, it suffered heavy losses.

Then the Zeta came again, and the Breakers were unable to maintain the overall situation, so he could have the opportunity to rebel and seize power.

At that time, the Breakthrough Organization was in a desperate situation, and used the white cloth Death Reaper to intimidate Zeta.

Zeta was leading a star god at the time, but as soon as she reached the fifth quadrant, she died......

Because the star god is integrated into time and space, to control the authority of the current closed time and space, it is equivalent to the body being everywhere, and he will be killed on the spot by the white cloth death god sealed in the death omen star!

At this time, the breakthrough people released a piece of information, saying that the white cloth of death can make the whole universe lose knowledge forever and be incomprehensible.

Of course, in the end, until their demise, they did not release the White Cloth Grim Reaper.

And this statement, which is also considered a lie, is for deterrence.

The Lord of Bessel Civilization settled down and said coldly: "That's better......"

"The eyes of the Beziers will eventually see through the fog of the universe and leap over all obstacles."

"But if we can't do it...... So what do you need the truth for? ”

"Let the universe be filled with an unsolvable fog."

People are dumbfounded, and civilization is becoming more and more degenerate.

How much ambition they had once had turned out to be a vicious curse.

They are already rotten, and in this battle against the sky, life is better than death, completely like cannon fodder, and whoever wins will not be better off them.

Since they are not happy, it is not easy to drag it to the whole universe, it seems that it is something to be proud of.

At this moment, countless people are dying.

The Bessels, though fine, were more tormented.

The light in their eyes was extinguished, and they were very confused, this was a war where they were all like ants, and they didn't know where to go.

"I am hungry, and the people are in exile. Why do you live the people, the emperor said that it is scorching! ”

"Its life is like a flame, and it is born to burn the prairie fire, obviously below, and it is great!"

"Min Tian is mighty, and Tian Du is mourning. Why cut down the sky, the emperor said Zhaozhao! ”

"The phoenix emperor is flying, the feathers are frightening, the dragon is fighting in the wild, and its blood is yellow!"

There was a singing voice, and there were ripples in time and space, all singing in chorus.

A group of people with surging morale and holding high the banner of righteousness have been killed to the fifth heaven.

Yan Nu stepped on a group of insects, held a light spear, destroyed the withering and decaying, and broke through the obstacles step by step, and came here.

Behind him is the army of all races, magnificent.

……

:I'm sorry.

(End of chapter)