A terrifying powerhouse that suddenly appeared.

Let the two of them, Hawkeye and the Great Elder of the Flame, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly stagnate.

Subsequently, they were separated very tacitly.

At this moment, the expressions of the two can be described as completely different.

One has a happy face, the other with a solemn expression.

Hawkeye looked at the strong man whose clothing style and racial appearance characteristics were the same as his opponent's, and immediately understood.

This strong man...

From the Sun Civilization.

He's strong, very strong!

Compared to the Great Elder of the Burning Sun, it is several times stronger.

If he fought with him, I am afraid that it would be no different from the result of the battle between the Red Inu and the Great Elder of the Burning Sun just now.

Of course, the expression is solemn, but to say that I am afraid...

That's not going to happen.

Because Hawkeye knows very well that even if this guy is terrifying, he is still not Sean's opponent.

"Oran, what's going on?"

Elder Sun Taishang looked around, and then looked at Grand Elder Oran, who was confronting Hawkeye.

"Uncle Carlo, they must all be annihilated here, otherwise the Sun Civilization will be in danger of extinction!"

"Huh?"

Carlo frowned slightly.

Will the Sun Civilization be in danger of extinction?

Is it just this group of people?

Good guys, there are nearly twenty powerhouses at the peak of this god-level level, which is more than our Burning Sun Civilization?

There is also a quasi-juggernaut-level existence, and he is still so young, not even a hundred years old?

No wonder that Orlan kid is scared.... bμν.

Sensing the strength of the other party, Carlo was immediately shocked.

It has been tens of thousands of years of civilization that he has only saved up such a foundation.

Where did this force on the other side come from?

Could it be...

Civilizations from other galaxies are invading, right?

I couldn't help but think crookedly.

But he can't be blamed either, after all...

The situation in the galaxy, he is still very clear.

It is impossible for such a force to emerge out of nowhere.

In this way, the biggest possibility is...

It's an invader coming from another galaxy, well, that's how it should be.

After a quick brain fill-up, Carlo felt that he had discovered the truth. But don't be too nervous, because...

Together, he and Oran are two quasi-master-level powerhouses, and there is only one on the other side.

Not to mention, he is not an ordinary quasi-master level.

The next moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

That's right, if the quasi-master level hits a god-level peak, it's the same as an adult beating a child, but why...

Oran has been entangled with that god-level peak guy for so long?

Something is wrong, something is so wrong.

The next moment, Carlo focused all his attention and sensed it again.

This guy with a black knife can sense that his realm is the peak of the god level, and there is nothing special in terms of energy intensity.

At this moment, Carlo is still stuck in the inherent logic, just like all the strong people in the galaxy, namely...

The energy intensity that can be perceived is its current strength.

However, he didn't know that in addition to the basic energy strength, the powerhouses of the pirate world also had a large number of means to increase it.

In particular, the various moves used in battle can also cause an increase in energy intensity at the moment of attack.

"Oran, let me come!"

Confused, Carlo was ready to test it himself.

What the hell is going on?

As for the Great Elder Oran, the Ancestor had said so, so he naturally didn't have any opinions.

After all, this guy

It's really strong, and although you can win if you continue to fight, you have to fight for a long time to determine the winner...

In front of his own ancestors, there is still a face?

It's just that before Carlo could intervene in the battle, a figure was already in front of him, blocking his way forward.

Carlo and Oran's eyes narrowed.

Isn't this guy who suddenly appeared exactly the quasi-dominant-level existence on the other side of their perception?

"You're not too young, why are you still meddling in the fight between children?"

"If you want to fight, I can accompany you."

Hearing Sean's words, Carlo's face darkened.

Indeed, with the strength of his quasi-dominant level, as well as the seniority of the ancestors, he suddenly intervened in the battle of the current generation, indeed...

Some can't say it.

But bar...

"Do you have a face for treating Orlan in the way of wheel warfare?"

"I don't think there's a problem, that guy is also a quasi-master level, can a few god-level peaks take turns to fight? Or is it... His quasi-dominant-level realm is fake?"

"You..."

Originally, Carlo wanted this to fight back and save some face.

But the next moment, Sean's words made him unable to say anything.

Yes, what's wrong with two god-level pinnacle rounds fighting a quasi-master?

Not to mention two, even ten together, it stands to reason that it is impossible to be a quasi-dominant-level opponent.

Compared to the wheel war, this matter is more humiliating than Orlan, who is now entangled by Hawkeye...

"Which galaxy are you from?"

"Which galaxy?" No, we're natives of the galaxy!"

"No, it can't be, there's absolutely no one like you in the galaxy!"

"Hey, don't think of the four main spiral arms as the entire galaxy, right?"

Sean pouted.

It's not that these top civilizations are unaware of how many arms there are in the galaxy.

It's just that these barren arms are all wild places in their cognition.

Therefore, in many people's concepts, the Milky Way only has four main spiral arms, and those arms are directly ignored.

"I see, you're a satellite galaxy from the Milky Way, the Big Magellanic Galaxy? Or is it the galaxy of wheat? Or something else?"

It dawned on Carlo that he had a sudden realization.

It's just that Sean is a little speechless.

How much do you look down on those arms of the Milky Way?

Moreover, there is no civilization at all that has the means to travel to those satellite galaxies, okay?

There are no stellar currents, and the distance is often tens of thousands, two hundred thousand, or even millions of light years, and even the jump is not good...

Take the head?

Sean shook his head.

I didn't want to say anything more.

Slowly pulled one of the swords from his waist.

"Solution..."

"Remnant Flame Sword!"