at the same time.

The thousands of blood transgenders gushed out of the blood nest of the Dorachi tribe, except for some of them immersed in the great sorrow and anger of the painter's death, were mostly confused.

They even think that this is chaos caused by the painter, and a war that is inevitable has finally begun.

As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Dorachi has been waiting for this day long!

He has long known the painter's different propositions.

But the special status of the painter did not dare to act rashly. On the one hand, because the painter's huge reputation in the mother's nest is equivalent to all the blood-born "mothers". On the other hand, because he has not yet condensed enough prestige, he has not yet established a temple and became a god's residence, and he is just a prophet elder.

Ansel's painter is like a monster that cannot get into the air. Dorachi has completely lost his patience during a long period of negotiations.

This tribe must engage in a thorough war.

The victorious side will determine the future history of this tribe, whether to build a temple or leave here to find illusory hope, in this battle.

Dorachi is very confident that he will definitely be the winner.

The peak bottleneck of evolution made him initially perceive the existence of the power of law, which was a vast and vast force that it could not be described in words. In front of it, he was so humble and insignificant that he seemed to be able to despise all living beings as long as he mastered its insignificant power.

In this way, he finally understood that the gods before the catastrophe were irresistibly powerful.

Such power is right in front of you!

As long as he gathers enough faith and casts a divine body, he can achieve a qualitative leap. How can he not have extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the illusory legend of the painter without being too late?

But now!

In the chaos, Dorachi was shocked to find that the chaos in the mother nest did not originate from the painter, but was caused by the assassination and death of an unknown invader?

This made Dorachi feel a little unbelievable for a moment.

If you lose the obstacles to competitors, you will be able to peacefully unify your mother's nest!

After a brief surprise, Dorachi was suddenly shrouded in a cold and cold manner. He remembered the explanation that the other party insisted on leaving the night sky during the confrontation with the painter.

"Is the invader the Orora human?"

Thinking of this, Dorachi's heart suddenly disappeared.

Over the past thousands of years, the Olora Human Relics' many expeditions to the night sky at any cost, although they have never really succeeded, but have brought indelible trauma to it. Almost all blood sees human beings as the enemy of life and death.

If at this moment, at the weakest moment of the night, those humans invaded...

Thinking of this, Dorachi's face turned gloomy.

If someone is nearby at this moment, you will find that the Prophet Dorachi, who is admired by everyone in this mother nest, is actually a Teddy dog ​​image similar to the one who was once the favorite of the upper class of the Principality. Under the brown and yellow curly hair, the young body looks so cute and innocent.

but.

This little blood-like tying dog was emitting a dark red eyes, but its terrifying evil light was shining.

Circles of energy magnetic fields spread like substances, spreading in all directions.

It stared at the figures that had fled to the depths of the blood mist. Although it could no longer see their full picture, Dorachi could clearly sense that these invaders were by no means blood from other tribes, but some unknown alien that was incompatible with the mother forest.

"Reward the painter and kill them all!"

As Dorachi roared, the bloody men rushed out of their mother nests and chased them into the depths of the fog.

The blood-derived mother nest that looked like a mountain of meat, thousands of blood-derived men rushed out from the entrances of the cave like bees, and chased invaders from all directions in amidst irritability and anger.

Without maternal creatures to stop them, they are undoubtedly much faster.

...

Wow.

The eternal storm of death is like the wail of a devil.

The manic alpha power was raging, even if it was just a tiny gravel, at the terrible storm speed, would contain destructive destructive power, enough to kill any inferior creatures that were not protected by the law.

What's even more terrifying is.

Even if the creatures that grew up in the Alpha Death Storm during the long evolutionary and adaptation process, even if they barely adapt to this terrible hell environment, the brain, spiritual and soul will lose the possibility of birth wisdom because of this power that originated from another continent's fifth-level lighthouse civilization tens of thousands of years ago, and become a ferocious beast that only knows killing and instinct.

In the storm, only a very small number of Starfall guys who have undergone special mutations, or who have evolved to legendary level in a daze, can wisdom be born by chance.

They are the tomb guardians of civilized cemeteries and the tears of extinct creatures on the mainland.

This is a metal fortress with a diameter of about 150 meters. With the support of powerful energy, it is the most powerful war platform, resolutely floating steadily in the death storm, resisting the violent power of nature.

It embodies the wisdom and wealth of tens of thousands of anthropologists and is the pride of a generation of anthropologists.

The sky fortress is in a hemispherical form.

The lower half of the fortress is assembled from a high-strength alloy shell, which looks like a giant rectangular metal bowl. The upper half of the fortress is a taboo protective cover supported by the high tower of internal war, protecting scholars who are leisurely walking on relatively narrow platforms inside.

"Hey, Danny, today should be the third day of the Explorer mission, right?"

A male scholar took the initiative to come forward and talked to the female scholar who was missing and looking at the death storm outside the protective cover.

There are many scholars walking on the platform at this moment.

They looked at the yellow world where the storm was raging outside the protective cover, without any worries, and there were even leisurely scholars holding open-air social dances, and some were lying on the lawn to read leisurely.

After many hardships, the academic community has initially mastered the power of changing and rekindling the catastrophe, embarked on a new process of civilization, and got rid of the once backward appearance. Especially after the collapse of the Holy See, scholars who lost their restraints were like wild horses, ushering in the second golden age technological explosion, and every day is undergoing rapid progress.

"Yeah, it's the third day."

The female scholar turned around and could not see any concerns on her face, as if the war was just destroying a piece of insects, and she only needed to press the shutter of the insecticide a few times.

She asked for a message and said, "It's so strange. I miss the Holy See. If those geniuses and madmen are still there, I know that we will exterminate the blood of the night that has been confronted for thousands of years. I wonder what the expression is?"

Upon hearing this, the male scholar couldn't help but sneer: "Hahaha, I think they will tie up the guys who once burned their ancestors to explore the truth, repent for the crimes they had committed, and then add myths about the academia in the Book of Sacreds. After all, those charlatans like to make excuses for themselves the most and pronounce themselves in the name of the Creator."

"How is this enough!"

The female scholar said excitedly: "We also want those high-ranking gods, lying on our specimen decals, and let me see if they have hearts and souls, and whether they will be afraid and painful, what do you think?"

"Ah? Hahahahaha..."

Scholars in the new era of Wasteland have almost fanatical confidence in themselves.

In the eyes of scholars, the civilization war, which was almost a test of life and death, now it seems that only one of the pioneers who mastered catastrophic weapons needs to easily determine the life and death of the other party.
Chapter completed!