"Defeated? Why? Is this also a type of spirit? Midnight asked suspiciously.

"No, it's some kind of level that is infinitely close to the spirit, but it's never as powerful as the spirit, and that's the final result of my spirit's adjustment..."

There was a look of loneliness in the red words, and it was obvious that this result was also difficult to accept.

The spirit of great hardship and attention was only given birth to a defeated spirit in the end.

Even it must be extremely remorseful, why this happened.

But if it was really so weak, then how did the indescribable crimson that swept away everything after that?

Could it be that the two of them are not the same person?

Midnight suddenly looked solemnly, but found that the crimson in front of him was no different from what he remembered, but he lacked the fierce momentum.

In contrast, he was like a child who had not yet grown up.

"Could it be that in the distant future, it has gained some kind of opportunity and finally become the being called the God Emperor?" Midnight thought to herself.

And at this moment, Crimson suddenly received an urgent military message.

It immediately said to Midnight: "I'm sorry, this favor will be repaid next time, the task is urgent, I must go immediately." ”

"What is your mission this time? Can you tell me? ”

Crimson was slightly surprised, and then said, "It's to block, to block the actions of the previous shadow spirit, and not to let it destroy important military facilities." ”

"But haven't you already done it? You obviously have no power to fight back, and the Human Alliance is pressing your life on the line, even so, do you still want to go? ”

"You don't have to face an enemy that you can't defeat."

Crimson listened, but only smiled slightly.

"But even so, I'm willing to give my life, including everything, to humanity, and that's my mission throughout my life, isn't it?"

After speaking, layers of spatial ripples were set off, and Crimson was ready to start the teleportation.

And just as he was about to leave, Midnight's hand suddenly grabbed him.

"This time, I'll go with you."

In an instant, the figures of the two disappeared in place, and they came to an endless starry sky.

As soon as he teleported, a devastating catastrophe came into view.

The Shadow uses its own physical rules to wantonly destroy human space bases.

Even though countless high-tech weapons such as armies, starships, energy fields, and dimensionality reduction strikes were used, in the face of this Shadow Spirit, it was wiped out with just a wave of his hand.

This is the absolute crushing of strength!

The spirit itself gathers most of the resources of the entire civilization and can almost represent the highest level of the civilization in which it is located.

The two sides are never on the same level anymore!

The only thing that can fight against the spirit is the spirit and the power of all civilizations.

The moment she saw the reality of the battlefield, Crimson rushed out with all her might, using all means to stop the shadow spirit as much as possible.

With each additional second, there are many more humans and high-tech weapons that can leap and escape.

It's a race against the clock to the death!

And when he saw Crimson reappear on the battlefield, Midnight saw that the shadow spirit seemed to smile.

A smile of "finally come to die".

In the next moment, the Shadow Spirit unleashed all its strength, and the number formulas and cosmic laws poured into the sky, attacking Crimson without reservation.

In the face of damage of this intensity, Crimson, who had not healed from his injuries, spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and the blood stained the starry sky.

Most of the force fields that protected it had been shattered.

The Shadowling's smile was even greater.

It continued to unleash regular attacks without pause, giving Crimson no respite.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

In the face of this overwhelming offensive, the crimson spirit realm was already riddled with holes and was dying.

When his energy is completely exhausted, he will become a mortal, and at that time he will be a fish to be slaughtered.

Midnight, who was on the sidelines, witnessed the whole process with his own eyes.

He felt that this time the Shadow Spirit seemed to become more powerful.

Crimson used to be able to parry a few moves, but now she doesn't even have the power to resist!

In a few moves, he was almost beaten back to his original form and died in this long starry sky.

"We can't continue like this, we must attract the attention of the Shadow Spirits and free Crimson from her bondage." Midnight thought quickly.

Immediately, he took out a two-way foil and threw it at the Shadow Spirit again.

Hopefully, this time it will continue to have a binding effect.

And the moment it was thrown, the Shadow Spirit understood that this was the prop from the last sneak attack.

Instead of being arrogant again, it created an unknown spatial mezzanine.

As the ripples ripple up, the two-way foil is absorbed into it.

Now, even if it is reduced again, it will not affect the current battlefield.

After tackling the two-way foil, it apparently noticed Midnight and shifted its gaze away from Crimson.

It was still an incomparably terrifying sense of oppression, and Midnight used all his strength to ensure his existence.

The Shadow Spirit didn't strike instantly, and there was a hint of playfulness in his expression.

Apparently, it recognized Midnight, the last person who had successfully sneaked up on it with a two-way foil.

This is not good news.

This means that the Shadowlings will face Midnight with the utmost caution and will not be attacked easily.

Now in the middle of the night, there is no room for resistance under this gap comparable to the sky.

Thinking that it was already a desperate situation, Midnight looked away a lot, looked at the Shadow Spirit with both hands in fists, and shouted defiantly:

"Hey, that little black dot over there, how about the gift I gave you last time, I shouldn't have thought of it, right?"

"The existence of a dignified spirit, in the face of an ordinary person like me, will actually suffer a loss, if other spirits know, won't they be ridiculed for hundreds of millions of years?"

Hearing this, the Shadow Spirit's expression obviously changed slightly.

This is extremely aggressive for a weak spirit.

But Midnight taunted again: "What's wrong? Do you not understand me or are you dumb? Or is it a spirit, and can't even communicate basically? ”

These words made the Shadow Spirit unable to hold his breath any longer.

In the next moment, words like thunder and thunder sounded directly in Midnight's mind, automatically translated into his language.

"You're just a bug."

This thunderous message made Midnight's consciousness ach faintly.

Sure enough, as long as it is a spirit-related ability, it will have a great impact on non-spirits.

And the message of the conversation that this generated was a joy for him.

This means that the other person is still an intellectually intelligible being, capable of delaying time through dialogue.

What he feared the most was that the Shadow Spirit Man didn't say many cruel words and wiped them all out, then everything would be over.

After confirming this, Midnight unabashedly mocked again:

"Bugs? You are just a weak spirit, how can you not be a worm in the spirit world, among the spirits I have seen, any one of them is hundreds of millions of times stronger than you! ”

"You're just a bug!"