At the junction of the peninsula continent about 3 star screen units from the Wasteland Land, on a piece of ancient battlefield wasteland called Nightfall, there is a group of ancient creatures and blood transgenders that have lasted for nearly 20,000 years.

They established a once extremely glorious third-level divine civilization, the nighttime mother nest civilization.

The sky is full of unknown blood-red fog, as if the blood flows in the nightmare is endless, and the pain that can never be dispelled.

This is the ancient times more than 10,000 years ago. A powerful civilization that controlled the transformation of high-purity metal ores into nanomechanical split catastrophes. The catastrophic destruction of the facts here has transformed this once rich fertile soil into a barren and barren land of minerals.

After experiencing the catastrophe, the blood transgender survived by chance, and thus developed from the former 1st-level primitive tribal civilization to a more powerful 3rd-level divine civilization.

The progress of civilization is the process of organisms more effectively cognizing, utilizing, mastering the power of laws, and discovering more powerful, eternal, vast order laws. Primitive creatures finally no longer rely solely on simple biological energy, they begin to come into contact with more efficient energy.

The eternal blood-colored fog in the sky is the oxidized metal dust that spreads into the air after the ancient catastrophe.

For more than ten thousand years.

The Blood Generators have never known many times. They want to completely destroy the alien civilization at the end of the peninsula and establish a unified peninsula civilization, but the enemies they want to conquer are constantly changing. From the Gulan to the Orora people, they are becoming more and more powerful and more difficult to conquer. The Blood Generators' dreams are becoming more and more distant, and they will face unknown threats in the depths of the darkness of the continent at any time, just like what they have experienced.

This fear of facing unknown disasters and destruction at any time deeply tortures every blood transgender.

finally.

This day.

At the beginning, it was just a trivial part of the rainforest. Until the collapse of a blood-derived mother nest, then the collapse of a temple, and finally the stretch of corpses. All species disappeared like dominoes, and creatures in the night began to extinct on a large scale.

The terrifying shadow enveloped the earth.

The war legions and civilization systems they were proud of were not able to discover their enemies, and had not even fought a real war, and were caught in the dark vortex of death under the attack of an unknown weapon.

Decades have passed.

Many temples fell apart.

The once vast and vast wind eye, the dense forest of maternal nests that had infinite vitality, has now completely collapsed. Countless blood transgenders and their maternal nests have been buried by death storms. There are less than one ten remaining species and are struggling to survive.

Every day, species here will become extinct due to the collapse of the ecological food chain.

The billions of blood transgenders who once stood at the top of the biological chain now do not have one hundred.

Except for the part that died directly after being hit by the catastrophe of unknown civilizations, most of the people who died because of the collapse of the eyes of the wind, were flooded by death storms, and the continuous famine and hunger caused by food shortages for decades, as well as the cruel war between each other under the chaotic system.

The powerful maternal civilization established by the blood-generated man on the star curtain has now split into hundreds of tribes of all sizes. They are breathing and waiting for an even more desperate tomorrow.

These tribes are based on maternal nests.

Large tribes, fat blood nests, not only have mature painters, but also a stable eye supported by the power of laws, but also form a food chain that can barely maintain ecological balance. The population of blood-derived people can reach more than 100,000, and even large-scale derivative beast war weapons that combine flesh and metal machinery!

Small tribes, the blood transgenders who are surviving, survive hard by plundering the mother nests of other blood transgenders, and face the attacks of powerful creatures that are adaptively mutating after the catastrophe at any time. They wander on the verge of destruction, and even if they pray, they do not have the favor of the temple.

The Dorachi tribe is a medium-sized tribe that is not big or small in the remaining blood-derived civilization.

In this wind eye, which covers an area of ​​only a few hundred square kilometers, thousands of blood transgenderers gathered together. They were lucky enough to come to this shelter in the early stages of the disaster, avoiding the fate of being submerged by the death storm after the wind eye supported by the scorpion mother collapsed.

Then, for more than ten years, they barely maintained the gathering place of their mother nests, and burned and buried their former companions who died under the plague. Every day, companions died because of the terrifying plague.

More than ten years.

They who survived seemed to be gradually adapting to this terrible plague, and the number of companions who died from the plague was getting smaller and smaller.

Not just them.

All the surviving blood derivatives began to adaptive mutation in this terrible catastrophe elimination. From the initial tens of thousands of endless deaths every day, to the present, only the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, the world seems to gradually recover and begin to develop in a better way.

The encounters of history and the intersection of choice for the process of civilization are also quietly placed in front of this ancient civilization that has experienced the weather.

In the mother's forest.

The two baskets were filled with small blood spurs of strange mushrooms, and they jumped back to their blood nests.

The strange mushrooms in the basket are covered with dense holes on their heads. When people with dense phobia look at them, they will see a shocking scene. In the shadow of the dark holes of these mushrooms, there are countless tiny worms, looking outside in trembling and horror.

These mushrooms are also the mother nests of other microorganisms.

The two dark red eyes were small blood, one seemed to be a brown bear with a big pumpkin, and the other was a human-shaped giraffe with a black right eye circle.

They were born after the end of the world, and are still in their immature growth stage at this moment.

"Xiao Hui, can we go to listen to Mr. Ansel's speech today?"

The deer asked the bear happily.

"Mr. Painter?"

After thinking about it, the bear finally shook his head and said, "They all say that the things Ansel painter said are strange. Let us abandon prayer and faith and find our own strength. And we also say that we should leave our homes and avoid something, so that I don't want to leave my mother."

The Dorachi tribe still adheres to the survival mode of the blood-derived civilization before the catastrophe.

Although the painter is the creator of all blood and has a special status, the rulers of civilization are the major temples and the priests of the great gods. Therefore, in the eyes of the priests, the painter represents the old forces and breeders of the tribes of the old era.

Although in ancient civilization, the painter was the backbone of the Blood-Yen's resistance to the Gulan Demon, like the queen of an ant nest, as Xue Yan mastered more effective law weapons and used faith to forge the law weapons of the Gods, the painter's glorious era was gone forever.

Therefore, the Dorachi tribe at this time was facing a choice.

On the one hand, the prophet Dorachi who has great influence attempts to gather population beliefs to build a new temple and master the power of the law.

On the other hand, there is the Ansel painter who has few followers, who promotes his new concept that is not understood day after day, which is illusory.

"But what Ansell painter tells is really interesting!"

Xiaolu kept exhorting: "Yesterday he said in the Blood Nest that as long as we are willing to give up the backward system and follow him to find a more effective way to control the laws, we can rely on ourselves to obtain the power of laws beyond nature, and no longer rely on uncontrollable third-party gods. For this reason, he also had a conflict with Mr. Dorachi's guards."

The two interesting little guys gradually moved away and the jungle returned to peace again.

At this time.

A figure slowly walked out of the blood mist and looked at two small blood vessels jumping away.

She is [Beauty under the Moon] Lina Ya'an!

In front of her, a characteristic black crystal ball floated, used to record the terroir, humanities, geological landforms, social structures, and civilized ecology in the eye of the wind. This is another more advanced and powerful civilization, and it is a precious historical sociological material that it desires before destroying a backward civilization.

And in the hands of this charming female scholar, she was carrying a small blood-induced corpse like a human-shaped goat.

This is exactly one year after the Windsor Academy held a top-secret meeting of the Big Ten, riding on the Sky Fortress War Platform, not far from hundreds of miles, spanning three star units from the Stars, crossing the Dead Desert, and coming to the Academy Alliance Legion in the Nightlands.

The Scholar Legion has only one purpose.

With the stronger power you have, you will kill the cradle of civilization that is about to escape or may enter the golden age of the technological explosion at any time, and completely exterminate all the blood-induced demons here that threaten humans!

"Sister is really careful. Master Lei Luo just gave a few words temporarily. He actually asked Master Sicily for instructions. Before launching the disaster and destruction, he sent a few of us to sneak into the eye and record the social history here... Even if there are only some medium-sized and large tribes, he doesn't know how much time it will be delayed for this. I'm so troublesome."

The Alliance of Humanities Academy, an emerging emerging level 4 catastrophic civilization that is emerging.

For this emerging catastrophic civilization, destroying his civilization is still a relatively unfamiliar behavior, and they need to be familiar with the process.

For this immature level 4 civilization, because they have mastered the power of law weapons that may self-destruct at any time, and their confidence supported by their strong strength makes it difficult for them to suppress the ambitions deep in their souls. They think that their advanced nature will inevitably cause infinite changes. At the same time, they are also afraid. As smart as they are, they will definitely think of the law weapons mastered by other level 4 civilizations. Once they discover themselves, they will easily cause immeasurable huge losses to themselves, and even destroy the process of civilization.

Therefore, their desire for breakthroughs in space-time technology is almost hysterical!

Hidden in the darkness shrouded by the death storm, rely on curvature space-time technology to explore the depths of the farther continent, defeat other civilizations with the same destructive capabilities as themselves, and defeat all possible threats of civilization promotion in a short period of time by relying on the technological explosion, and kill them in a cheap way in the cradle, gradually gaining some more powerful civilizations and guardians that they look up to, and entering the core of the world's ecological structure. This is the meaning of the existence of a level 4 catastrophic civilization.

While Lina Ya'an complained, she croaked in the jungle, a blood crow looking at the strange prey here was killed by her.

The dense rows of other blood crows on the branches immediately dispersed.

"It's only three days, and I don't know how the mission progresses of those people are. It's not easy to sneak into the blood nest. It seems that the cradle of the power of the law has begun to be nurtured in the air."

While muttering to herself, the female scholar's body curled up and wriggled, and turned into a small blood spur in her hand. Her dark red eyes burning like flames looked at her appearance, nodded with satisfaction, then took a deep breath and walked towards the center of the jungle.

Que, Que, Que, Que...

A plant that looked like a bread tree, the vine leaves on the top suddenly opened, revealing a scarlet nest, and dozens of blood crows gushed out.

Through the branches of Yeman that were dozens of meters high, a huge meat mountain that slowly wriggled like a hill gradually emerged in the distance.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong.
Chapter completed!