Even with Luo Chong's super vision, he could only see a black hole the size of a head suspended there, but he couldn't sense the original breath of Manhattan.

"Manhattan ......"

Several times in a row, the black hole did not respond. Luo Chong was worried in his heart, this old man would not be supported to death and completely transformed into another form of existence, right?

This little 'black hole' is certainly completely different from the cosmic black hole that the mortal universe explains by scientific and technological theories, it does not swallow everything around it indiscriminately, but is quite calmly suspended there, as if it does not exist at all.

At the moment of the strong enemy, there was no room for delay, Hai Ling'er immediately communicated with Luo Chong for a few words, and then jointly ordered with the other tribal chiefs, leaving one-third of the ancient god statues in place and continuing to protect Luo Chong, while the other more than two hundred ancient god statues took advantage of the situation to pursue and rushed towards the god clan warriors.

The long-range advantage of the Apocalypse warriors is gone, and their respective reserves of destructive energy are drained by Manhattan, and the next step is to fight the barbarians in close quarters.

The Protoss warriors were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, but they had no intention of dodging or retreating, and more than a dozen of the Famine warriors who were best at close combat did not retreat, but advanced, facing the statues of more than two hundred ancient gods.

Bang!bang!bang......

More than a dozen black-clad Doom Warriors exploded into a thick black mist at the same time, spreading quickly in this starry sky, and they were hidden in the black fog and completely disappeared.

The Apocalyptic warriors were not idle, they were all dressed in armor, like a god of steel and war, and each took out a weapon such as a knife and axe, Kerala, and the box behind them turned into a heavy shield, which was held in the other hand.

Boom, boom, boom......

The so-called close-quarters combat is not hand-to-hand combat, it is a few kilometers away, or even dozens of kilometers away, and their respective attack spells can hit each other in an instant in ten thousandths.

This is a divine war, far beyond the level of power that mortal beings can grasp, whether it is a god warrior or an ancient god statue, a random blow can instantly bulldoze thousands of miles of mountains and rivers on a mortal planet similar to the earth.

The Plague Warriors have the advantage of speed and flexibility, but in terms of attack power, they are not better than the Ancient God Statue, after all, any Ancient God Statue is a collection of all the strength of thousands of barbarian warriors, and it is indeed unstoppable through the amplification effect of the statue itself.

Just now, more than 20 statues of ancient gods were continuously exploded by the broken beam, and they finally survived, and the barbarian warriors finally had the feeling of raising their eyebrows, and they were all fighting spirits, and they were not afraid of death.

Bang!

There was a desolate warrior who was rubbed by the big slap of the statue of the ancient god, and he rolled out of the river completely out of control. No matter how flexible your body is, if you are unlucky, you can't guarantee that you won't lose in front of the battle.

Another statue of an ancient god that was closer to the scene, under the control of the tribal chieftain, immediately seized this opportunity, and with a bang, his palms clasped together, like a mosquito, and slapped the tumbling famine warrior between his palms.

The immortal god body of the Protoss is only relatively immortal, not really immortal. WhewW...... This statue of the ancient god did not separate its palms to check the situation of the famine warriors, and its palms continued to rub together, and between the palms of the palms was an incomparably thick strangulation brute force.

The strangulation power exerted by thousands of barbarian warriors is like a huge grinding disc with electricity and sulfuric acid, and any kind of flesh will be turned into flesh in these giant palms.

Real meat puree, like a sticky paste.

Whew!

At the last moment, the meat sauce was evaporated into nothing with supreme brute force, and a famineral warrior died out like this.

This is the first Protoss warrior to die in battle, which is certainly nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of people that the barbarians have just fallen.

Boom!

A thick black mist exploded behind the statue of the ancient god who had just made a contribution, and immediately, a doom warrior penetrated the statue's defensive energy and heavy shell in the most strange way, and penetrated into the statue like a wall-piercing technique.

Click......

The best assassin of the Protoss, he can slaughter one barbarian warrior after another in all sorts of completely unimaginable ways, transporting death doom into their bodies, their souls, slaughtering at a frequency of about three times a second. It wasn't until he encountered two elders of the tribe in the inner space of the statue that this kind of assassination was interrupted.

Immediately afterward, several tribesmen rushed over and surrounded them, followed by a large group of barbarian warriors...... As a result, this doom warrior never came out of the statue of the ancient god again, and became the second person to die in the Protoss team......

This is the melee of the gods, which is similar to the mortal war in principle, and the strength of an individual will seem extremely small, and if one is not careful, he will be beaten by a group and divided by a knife.

In small-scale battles on weekdays, it is difficult for any god-level creature to die, no matter how dangerous it is, it can always find a little gap to escape, but not on the real battlefield, there are enemies everywhere, trying their best to dodge continuous attacks, but it is possible to die from someone's inadvertent knife.

Countless years ago, a scuffle of gods caused by the battle for the supreme heavenly machine caused hundreds of ancient god emperors and ancient demon emperors to fall, it can be seen that the battlefield of the gods, like the battlefield of the mortal world, requires a large number of dead people, and anyone can die in it.

In the starry sky, a thousand kilometers away, the battle was rumbling, but on this side, Luo Chong did not pay attention to the increasingly fierce battlefield with super vision, and all his body and mind were still condensed on the 'black hole' in front of him.

Manhattan, dead or alive?

For the time being, even the well-informed Ji Shiyun and Hai Ling'er are uncertain, this situation is the first time they have encountered it, and they have not even heard of it before.

A tiny black hole is suspended in silence, blending into the same color of the starry sky, and it is difficult to detect its existence unless you look closely.

"He's going to die. ”

The telepathy of the black-carded old ghost suddenly appeared in Luo Chong's ears: "Even if it is not a real death, his form of existence will be completely transformed, and this friend of yours will cease to exist." ”

"Can you help him?"

How could Luo Chong not guess this old guy's true intentions.

"Yes. ”

The black-robed old ghost said in an extremely flat tone, "Of course, I need you to promise me a condition?"

"Let me give up the bloodline inheritance of the Savage Ancient God?" Luo Chong asked.

"That's right. ”

The black-robed old ghost replied, "That's why I didn't stop him from absorbing energy just now, I was wondering, if you care about this friend very much, will you make concessions in order to save him?"

The cunning of the Gente Horse!

Luo Chong scolded secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he was silent.

You can't give up Manhattan for a simple reason: never give up on your friends!

However, he gave up halfway like this, and was succeeded by this old ghost's conspiracy, and Luo Chong felt very unwilling. After all, fusing the bloodline of the ancient gods is a kind of future that he and the devil father look forward to together, and it is by no means optional.

Giving up halfway is equivalent to complete failure!

"I'm not in a hurry, you can think about it slowly. ”

The indifferent tone of the black-robed old ghost sounded very infuriating: "According to the unit of time you are used to, he still has half an hour to completely transform, and this time is enough for you to fight your thoughts." ”

"Why am I ......?"

Luo Chong couldn't hold it back, and couldn't help scolding: "You old Wang Ba, why don't I treat you like this, I have never been so disgusted with a person." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

The black-robed old ghost replied lightly: "I said that your thoughts, your opinions, are changing at any time, maybe in the near future, you will sincerely thank me." ”

Luo Chong hated the root of his teeth itching, if it weren't for his lack of strength, he would definitely rush out of the gang to beat him......

"Or, there's another solution. ”

The black-robed old ghost said again: "Let me meet your mother now, after that, if she agrees to you to fuse the bloodline of the ancient gods, I will definitely not say anything more, and I will even do my best to help you achieve your wish." ”

The meaning of the words was obviously that he was 100% sure, and Luo Xinyi would also resolutely oppose Luo Chong's idea of fusing the bloodline of the ancient gods.

Luo Chong was still silent, just staring at the black hole in the starry sky that represented Manhattan with super vision, and various thoughts flashed quickly in his heart: It is impossible to ignore the life and death of Manhattan, but I don't want to compromise like this, so what should I do......

"This friend of yours is an extremely rare Origin Energy Body creature. ”

The black-robed old ghost continued: "His energy attribute is mainly the decomposition and rereorganization of matter, and there are infinite possibilities, similar to that of an omnipotent creator. In other words, his future is limitless, and there is even hope to enter the chaos, slowly grow, slowly accumulate, and one day, create a universe of his own...... Of course, this is just speculation, and no one can say what the truth will be. After all, no one I know of has ever reached the level of creating the universe. There are no examples to prove, everything can only be inferred and guessed. ”

Hearing these words, Luo Chong didn't make a fuss, because the future he described was too far away, and this little thing about himself had not yet been explored, how could he reach the height of creating the universe.

Even if Manhattan has infinite potential and can really enter chaos one day, this process of 'slowly growing and accumulating' may also be calculated in countless trillions of billions of years, countless trillions of trillion years.

The premise is that he still has to be smooth sailing in the chaos and will not die halfway.

What a mess! We're not even twenty years old, and we're too lazy to think about things that far away.

"Yes, this topic is too ethereal, let's just talk about the more realistic things that are close at hand. ”

The black-robed old ghost also said: "He has excellent potential, but now he is too weak, and the primordial energy he has just absorbed greatly exceeds his carrying limit." If you can't control it, you will suffer assimilation in turn. He will be transformed into this primordial energy, losing his original mind and consciousness, and only the most basic survival instincts remain.

Like a reincarnated baby, his life form becomes more advanced, but everything must be reincarnated. He is no longer your friend, and at most, you can only raise him as an orphan without parents. Are you willing to accept such an outcome in his place?"