Deep in the vast spiral arm of Orion.

Mu Cang was like a giant god in the sky, slowly walking among the vast starry sky.

Every step he took would cause the surrounding hundreds of billions of kilometers of void to vibrate, and then set off a series of layered space-time waves to sweep in all directions.

Now, after devouring hundreds of blazing stars, Mu Cang's starry body no longer seemed so empty compared to when it had just unfolded before.

On the surface of its humanoid universe-like body, there were obviously a lot more brilliant nebulae and brilliant starlight that were constantly circling at that moment.

In addition to the mystery and dazzling, it is even more majestic.

Rumble!

A binary star system with a diameter of 28 trillion kilometers was tragically swallowed up by Mu Cang.

The surrounding starry sky was surging and suddenly empty.

No life tried to flee, no life tried to resist, and no life tried to transmit this message of destruction to other star systems.

At this moment, whether it is mortal, transcendent or overlord.

As long as all the existences trapped inside the light cone were of no difference to Mu Cang, who was a high-dimensional being.

It's full of ants.

"Five civilized planets, 28 billion intelligent life."

The starry sky giant raised his huge eyes, which were tens of trillions of kilometers wide, looked ahead, and muttered:

"It is worthy of a mature interstellar civilization, whether it is the total amount of knowledge or the activity of the spark of wisdom, it is far stronger than the low-level civilization under the same number of individuals."

After coming to the Golden Palm Civilization Zone, Mu Cang's 'predation' method has quietly undergone some changes.

It was different from the whole low-spirit star field that had been swallowed up by him.

There are a total of 376 interstellar civilizations in the 6,000 light-year-long Golden Palm Civilization Zone, and their civilization territories are all like the original Republic of Chile on Earth, which exists in an extremely narrow form in a sword-shaped star field. (See Chapter 224 for the description of the overall 'map' of the Golden Palm Civilization Zone)

At the same time, between these narrow and long sword-shaped star fields, there are also large fragments of broken star fields.

Most of these Broken Path Star Domains are Spiritless Gray Domains.

Therefore, Mu Cang could not copy the previous 'eating' method similar to a buffet.

He needs to follow the continuous direction of the intermediate corridors into the interstellar civilizations, and go around and around to devour the star systems along the way, otherwise he will take a long detour and waste his time in vain. (Description of a single interstellar civilization 'map' in the Golden Palm Civilization Zone, 248 chapters)

But for Mu Cang, who has almost infinite patience, these are nothing.

Because boredom and boredom are also problems that the strong must face.

Rumble!

Mu Cang's footsteps moved, and the starry sky rolled up with ripples of time and space.

He suddenly turned around and stepped into the vast Broken Path Gray Domain, leaving this star field fork that had been swallowed up, and striding forward with the goal of the end of another star field fork.

At this moment.

The three hundred and seventy-four intelligent races that exist in the vast Golden Palm Civilization Area, nearly 100 billion civilized individuals, are completely unaware that a cold god who is completely unable to resist and cannot be observed has stepped on the starry sky and is getting closer and closer to them.

It won't be long before they are devoured along with this vast area of civilization.

……

The Golden Palm Civilization Zone has existed for 50,000 years.

In this area, 90% of the interstellar civilizations do not have such a long history.

Most of them benefited from the sudden revival of the high-level corridor that ran through the starry sky 6,000 light-years ago 50,000 years ago, and they were able to rapidly develop into the interstellar age.

But in addition to these backward civilizations, there are also some ancient interstellar civilizations with a long history in this huge and deep civilization area.

For example, at the end of the main road of the Golden Palm Civilization Zone, there is an ancient civilization built by silver-based intelligent life similar to the elves in the magical story, the Aokang Empire, which has existed for 150,000 years.

At this time, in the depths of the empire of this civilization, in the capital city of the planet Tesdi, a mysterious ritual is being carried out.

Huhuhuhu-

A thick, sticky black fog has enveloped the entire city.

Under the mist, in all corners of the city, apart from the shriveled corpses and aberrant monsters that were everywhere, there were only a dense network of strange silver filaments that shimmered red like spider webs crawling all over the buildings and the earth.

These silver filaments are like living creatures, and every moment they will crack open deep chasms, and from them come out of them long white tongues and lick up and down in the air, as if they are licking and devouring something.

Suddenly, a lazy and melodious music came from the depths of the black fog, and the disturbed silver threads returned to their original state.

After a long while, the silver thread poked out its long tongue and licked it up and down.

Follow the sound of the music that wafts all the way away.

When you get to the starting point of the music, you can see a silver-gray kilometer building that exudes a strange atmosphere.

This building is the Governor's Governing Center of this planet.

At this moment, in the Governor's Building, a young Ocon man with an innocent appearance but a face painted with black and treacherous patterns was reclining on the sofa.

The strange thing is that the inside and outside of his body are densely connected with hundreds of thousands or millions of silver threads.

These threads seemed to be real and illusory, ignoring all physical barriers, and piercing through the walls from all directions.

Each one was constantly expanding and pulsating into the body of this Okon man, transmitting something, driving his breath to grow and expand every minute.

"Pain, fear, disaster, chaos, death...... What a wonderful power, it makes me endlessly strong! ”

The Aokang man suddenly opened his eyes that had turned pitch black, and looked coldly at the elderly Aokang man kneeling in front of him, the governor of the planet Tesdi, his black-green lips opened and closed slightly, and said with evil intentions:

"My Lord Governor, are you ...... Regret surrendering to me?! ”

"No, no, no!"

Hearing this, the Governor's face distorted with fear, and he couldn't help shaking his head, "No, no, no, no, Lord Obola, I, I, I, I will always be your most faithful slave." ”

"Oh, how do I remember...... That's not what you said a long time ago when you rejected my proposal to your daughter.

You said at the time...... I'm just a lowly commoner. ”

The corners of Obola's mouth are hooked, and her eyes are playful and cruel.

"I'm an idiot, please forgive me for my stupidity, master!"

When he had said that, the governor slammed his head on the ground and trembled.

Seeing the humble performance of this hateful old man, Obola opened his mouth full of sharp fangs, and suddenly burst into laughter:

"This is the governor of Tesdi! This is the nobles of the damned Ocon Empire! What about your eternal pride? Where did it go? Well? Hahahahaha! ”

After laughing, Obola said gloomily: "Don't worry, don't be afraid and don't be nervous......"

Speaking of this, an extremely evil smile appeared on his face: "Since you have sacrificed the whole clan, for the sake of their blood and screams, I will naturally keep my promise...... Spare your life. ”

"Yes, yes."

The Governor bowed his head in agreement, and peeked out of the building's window at the place where the black light shone brightly, his eyes revealing deep fear and hatred.

Following his gaze, outside the central building, in the old and solemn square, there was now a towering 'Tower of Dead Corpses' formed by a pile of Okang corpses stacked in an orderly manner from top to bottom.

At the top is the corpse of a female Okang with a beautiful face.

Her arms were spread out above her head and feet, and she was suspended in the shape of a reverse cross.

Her gray eyes stared blankly ahead, and from the tattered hole above her head, a wisp of viscous silver slurry dripped out very slowly, falling into the mouth of the elderly female Aokang, who was also suspended out of thin air, but with her eyes closed and her mouth open.

A fist-sized hole opened in the back of the corpse of the elderly Okon man.

Through the rotten hole that rolled over the edges, you could even clearly see the corrupted internal stolen goods and the silver-gray broken stubble.

The hole was also dripping with silver blood, falling into the mouth of the dead body of the young male Okang who was suspended diagonally below.

In this way, these corpses of the Okang people with twisted and tattered limbs were linked by dripping silver blood, layer by layer, and a full hundred and ninety-three layers were piled up in spirals.

Together with the young Chiguo female corpse at the top, there were a total of one hundred and ninety-four people.

Underneath the last short Oconon corpse sat a fiery silver cup the size of a human head.

No, it should be said that this is a bone cup made from the polishing of the skull of the Ocon people.

At the bottom of this bone cup, there are also tens of millions of silver filaments closely connected to it, and some kind of evil and filthy power is constantly transmitted to the cup.

Every once in a while, a drop of plasma, so thick that it glows bright, dripped into the bone cup, smashing into a circle of rotten silver blood.

When the blood flower blooms, it looks like a silver rose blooming gorgeously from a distance.

With each bloom of this rose, the millions of silver filaments that circulate and dance in all directions also swelled and shrank.

The time and space surrounding the bone cup are also constantly distorting and roaring.

Each time it becomes more intense than the last.

It seemed that there was some dangerous and terrifying force that was going to climb out of the endless and distant land behind the surging plane, smiling and smiling.

"Great eyes are above, this is so beautiful!"

Obora turned his body, looked at the 'Tower of the Dead' outside the door, took a deep breath of the bloody air, and exclaimed with obsessive admiration:

"Prelude to the Feast of Tigros - Flesh and Blood Tower!"

He slowly lowered his head, glanced at the Governor who was kneeling on the ground with a wicked smile, and said gloomily:

"Isn't it beautiful, my father-in-law, this is an altar made of all your family's materials."

The governor bowed his head and breathed heavily, not saying a word.

"You know, I've been running around for five hundred years for revenge!"

Obora lowered her head slightly and sneered, "At this moment, when I see your whole family become like this, and when I see your favorite daughter, my beloved Fiora, become this tattered appearance, I am simply ......"

He suddenly looked up to the sky with a hideous expression and howled angrily in pain: "Ahhhh

！ ”

In the howl of hell demons, there is deep love and sadness.

This howl seemed to contain a deep evil power, and it suddenly darkened the surrounding environment, and even the murmuring and low sobbing of the air and the laughter of old men and children were heard.

Unexpectedly, just a few seconds after roaring, Obola suddenly paused, slowly lowered his head, and showed an extremely strange expression to the governor who was staring at him blankly.

His miserable white face covered with dense black lines was obviously full of pain, but those dark eyes were full of crazy smiles:

"This pain...... Hey, hey, it's exciting! ”

As he spoke, he was a little distressed, "This body is still not completely transformed, and the humanity in my soul has not yet been removed.

Otherwise, I should have been extremely happy with such a violent heartache, otherwise how could I scream out in pain, this is really embarrassing. ”

"You ......"

The Governor slumped to the ground, pointed at Obola and trembled, "You madman! You're a madman!

”

"Crazy?"

Obora tilted her head and smiled, "You know, in this bastard universe full of deception and oppression, being a madman is the best thing. ”

"Order is only fleeting, chaotic...... It's eternal! ”

With that, he ignored the pathetic old man of the Okang tribe and strode out the door.

As he walked, Obora whispered:

"A city full of jealousy, greed, vendettas, anger and despair! All of them turned into bleak firewood, and the fire of darkness ignited by the soul of mediocrity burned brightly! I have given them the greatest meaning to exist in the world! ”

He walked to the vicinity of the 'Tower of the Dead' and suddenly picked up the bone cup, shook the silver slurry in the cup, and whispered:

"Degrad diners, my wicked and cruel brothers of the Order, I will give you my homeland, my relatives and friends, my people! Just to complete the secret ritual! ”

After chanting, he poured the silver paste into his mouth with his neck up.

Mumble!

Obora struggled to swallow the foul slurry into her throat.

Then, he suddenly pulled out three rusted spikes from the imaginary space equipment on his waist.

Yikes!

Yikes!

Obola brazenly plunged two spikes into his abdomen and chest, respectively, throughout the entire body.

Silver blood was pouring out, but instead of showing a hint of pain, he grinned a twisted grin.

In the end, under the stunned gaze of the governor in the rear, he picked up the third spike and slowly aimed it at his forehead.

The old man muttered in a trembling voice: "You...... Are you going to kill yourself?! ”

"Hey, hey, hey."

Obola turned her head and smirked at him, then slammed the filthy spikes into her skull.

Poof!

Rotten silver brain fluid splattered wildly, smearing all over the floor.

But Obola was not dead, and even spread his arms and flew towards the sky in an instant.

As he flew back, he chanted a long and strange mantra aloud.

When this incantation reached the ears of the old governor below, he obviously did not understand it, but he felt that the meaning of the words was arrogant and drilled into his head.

The power of the shadowy and evil contained in it was almost about to blow up his skull.

"Kill one's own relatives, kill one's own love, and destroy one's own people.

The three grave sins are mine. ”

Obola quickly flew into the air several kilometers into the air.

The recitation of his mouth became more and more deafening.

It even enveloped the entire city.

"Take evil as a curse, and turn pain into my strength.

With sin as a salary, the bitter soul becomes self-knowledge.

All iniquity be mine!

All the calamities are mine!

All power is mine!

”

When he flew to an altitude of 10,000 meters, Obola suddenly raised his hand to tear all his eyelids, and the plasma surged, completely exposing the two eyeballs, staring at the boundless sky, and roaring wildly:

"Great Eye, look at me!

Make me reborn! Make me strong!

”

Buzz –

In an instant, the sky was obscured by the endless night.

In this dark night sky, a huge eye suddenly cracked and looked coldly at the earth.

"This, this is ...... Doomsday?! ”

The Governor, who collapsed to the ground weakly, stared blankly at the sky.

I felt that the huge scarlet hole was full of malice and hideousness that made people chill.

It is as if the abyss of purgatory in myths and legends is boiling and fermenting in it, and it wants to tilt the boundless darkness and malice into this small planet.

"Uh...... Uh......"

The Governor looked at the sky in a daze, and suddenly his body trembled violently, his eyes lost his mind instantly, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Death.

And after the huge eyes appeared, several strange figures appeared in the center of the city.