Prest felt like he was trapped in a huge and incredible dream.

When the information of Accrafa hub for more than 6,000 years turned into an endless stream of information, and came in a rapid surge that ordinary gold powerful people could never bear, the seemingly panicked Prest was actually ready.

In the final analysis, it is just a mental impact. As the captain of the exploration team in another world, how could Priest not prepare a countermeasure in this regard when exploring a relic with a heartfelt voice? But even though he prepared in advance, he did not expect that the information impact would come so quickly, so suddenly, and so huge.

Time that is enough to destroy and rebirth a civilization flies by the interweaving of light and shadow. The light of alternating light and dark is mixed with endless pictures and videos flowing like a river. Prest struggles to support himself in the torrent of historical information that is enough to wash people into idiots.

"No... stronger than the teacher's pressure!"

It can be seen that countless blood spots burst out inside the brain in Prest's real brain, a large number of capillaries were broken, and the brain tissue was destroyed by almost substantial mental impacts. However, due to the existence of the repair light column, no matter how serious the injury was, he could fully recover in the next second.

A miracle thing that is enough to bring the dead back to life is so unreasonable.

In a vague way, Prest could see the memories gradually resurfaced, from recent times to ancient times.

The sun above the head rises west and sinks east, dragging out an orange arc trajectory. Time flies upward in a hundred years, surging like a surging river, but the soul of Prest, who is far tougher than ordinary gold, can go upstream and trace backwards to the past.

He saw the sunset and the moon rise, the clouds scattered and the wind surging, he saw a speed vehicle suddenly sprinting through the sky, activating the automatic orientation protocol that the hub had been sleeping for a long time. He saw hundreds of years pass by in a stagnant environment again and again, and the originally thick rock shell of the hub gradually thinned, the forests outside gradually sparse, and the moon in the sky became smaller and smaller, and farther away. Prest was even surprised to find that the Accrafar hub was not like the peaks hundreds of years ago, and its silver shell was covered by rocks, and it still emitted a brilliant and bright light.

Until that moment... the rocks raised like life, covering one huge hub after another on the earth, making this originally flat world more mountains.

Prest saw who turned the seals of many hubs into towering mountains. In this last unknown world, he might be considered one of the last ancients of civilization.

Civilization is not human beings. As a collection of intelligent life, civilization is far longer than a single individual. Most of the time, it will maintain a young and vibrant form and continue to move forward, as bright and brilliant as the dawn in the sky.

But can civilization really live forever and remain unchanged, and can always maintain a hopeful and vibrant form like a dawn?

Of course the answer is no. Civilization will age and decay, and will gradually become weaker from strength to strength, just like the sun will also fade, and the dawn will eventually turn into sunset. Vibrant civilization will become decayed and decayed in various situations, and individuals who were once full of desire for exploration will also indulge in enjoyment and waste, gnawing on the foundation of civilization like borers.

The most important thing is that civilization ultimately needs people to maintain. If even the most basic number of people cannot be satisfied, then no matter how nice it is, regression and weakness are inevitable facts.

Just like what Prest saw now in the illusion that was thousands of years ago.

Before Accrafa Hub, under the bright magic glow, a small group of humans barely covered with clothes, and another small group of elves stood at the foot of this silver artificial mountain range, staring at the giant building in front of them with complex eyes.

"We have lost 80% of the inheritance memory... The decay of books and the invasion of the bloodline foundation by corruption, and there is no extreme spirit inheritance in our place of residence."

The clothes can be regarded as a hint of modern humanity. The leading human being said in a hoarse voice: "I am probably the last one of humans in this world and I have forgotten how I broke through back then."

"Books will decay, memories will be chaotic. Even if a stone tablet is used to use a mountain, it cannot engrave one percent of our inheritance. We use the mother tree to store knowledge and barely maintain the collective existence, but this is just a drinking poison to quench thirst... If one day the mother tree is also eroded, then our elves will never be reborn."

On the other side, a leader elves who looked familiar to Prest and had a little similar to Sur and the Deer Crown Elf nodded slightly and replied heavily: "But our survival is irrelevant to our lives and the "Rebirth Plan" stored in Accrafa hub are things that will never allow any mistakes!"

"It is impossible to observe that Mycrov... the hometown may have been destroyed long ago, and we may be the last survivor of the glory in this galaxy. Because of this."

Speaking of this, all the remaining humans raised their heads together, and they all stared at the huge Accrafa hub in front of them. The extremely intentional leader in the head said in a deep voice: "We must never continue to harbor Accrafa and other time and space hubs."

The elves were silent, while the humans were still muttering to themselves.

"If the order position of the hub could delay the invasion of chaos, we might have been eroded by the remaining chaotic forces in this land, but this would consume too much energy from the hub... The conversion process of the 'that existence' is calculated for thousands of years. If the suppression module of the hub is shut down due to no energy in the middle of the conversion, then the 'that existence' may resurrect at any time."

"If it is resurrected, then everything is over. The reason we persist in the sacrifice of the nine leaders until now will become a joke. The future of all races of Mycrov will sink into darkness... But if the rebirth plan is successful, the 'existence' will be transformed into a perfect and flawless world like heaven... At that time, the life blood backup of the hub reserves will be continuously copied and put into this world. They are our successors. The hub will shelter them, teach them, let them inherit everything we have and become a new 'glorious civilization'!."

"……so what."

The elf asked in a low voice.

"We should fend ourselves as soon as possible, and then shut down the active defense system of the hub, so that only the suppression module, the detection system and the information collection module can work."

Human beings said frankly: "Don't look at me with that kind of gaze. I have not been eroded by weakness. This is the most rational idea. Now our existence is just a waste of the precious energy of the hub. We are no longer a civilization. We are just a group of poor worms isolated from the end of the world's galaxy by abnormal time and space. Our death is irrelevant, the most important thing is the 'future'!"

"Diet, let alone the future, even the present no longer exists."

The elf retorted, but after a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly: "...Okay, I admit you are right. But I think it's not just the option of self-destruction."

Prest wanted to remember the entire discussion in his mind as much as possible, but he couldn't do it. Only one-third of the 6,000-year history has passed, and even if he had a bloody brain, he could not remember more.

Time flows rapidly again.

Next, there was no detailed record of the event, but all of them were flashy fragments.

Priest saw that with the powerful magic power shaking the world, the rock formations of the continent rose up in the roar of thunder, covering one silvery giant building after another. He saw the bright and bright light disappear one by one, but this was not self-destruction, but a sacrifice made for a longer future.

Time dreams are like a dream, and the body of the elves that have been so weak that they can only cover their bodies with grass leaves begin to appear. Individuals wearing armor and even magical equipment begin to appear. Not only that, ruins are reversed, and they are rewinding like video rewinding and re-turned into solid towns and houses.

Prest saw that thousands of years ago, this world that is now peaceful and peaceful, still had infinite dangers. One town after another of humans, elves, and even dwarves resisted the invasion of chaos falling from the sky. They fought among the primeval forests and chased on the desolate grasslands. At that time, there were no lost many tribes fighting with the numerous monsters in the sky, underground, and on the ground, purifying them into harmless ashes.

Everything is extremely strange. As history continues to recede, the times become older and older. However, the equipment and civilizations of humans, elves and other races are becoming more and more advanced. The monsters appearing in the sky and underground are becoming more and more powerful, as if they are like mountains, they can penetrate the huge core-eating worms in the center of the earth, and can travel through the vast void of the air, flapping their wings and flapping their typhoons. One terrifying existence that makes Prest take a breath of air appears like a lantern.

And all these monsters died under the suppression of void warships and major hubs.

Until the last of the last history, six thousand seven hundred years ago.

Time seems to be frozen here.

For a moment, Prest felt that he had seen nothing.

There was a darkness around, no sun, no stars, no light source, and the chaotic darkness rolled in the void, like a fog that could never disappear... At this moment, Prest's brain suddenly turned blank, and he couldn't remember anything, as if he had never remembered anything, and was so ignorant.

And at this moment, Prest suddenly felt very familiar.

This feeling of forgetting seems to be very familiar with the feeling of remembering something after dreaming in recent days, but he forgets everything.

"What's... eroding my memory..." Finally, a little consciousness gathered in this dark mist, but just when Priest had not yet thought about what he had forgotten, his eyes suddenly became blank: "Strange, who am I?"

And just when Priest seemed to be completely swallowed by the fog in the historical data of Accrafa hub.

In the darkness, a silver star suddenly lit up.

The next moment, the silver star skyrocketed and turned into a hot beam of light that stretched through the sky and the earth, tearing the darkness like a sharp sword, shaking the fog out.

At this moment, Prest's thinking immediately returned to normal. His scattered and confused eyes suddenly froze, obviously recalling his own memory. But before the young warrior was afraid of the strange black fog before, he suddenly discovered that he was now in the void, and behind him was a chaotic star mixed with black, hazy, and indescribable, indescribable and indescribable chaotic star.

Silver and black light flashed at the same time, and the holy and terrifying stars kept releasing twisted and strange mists. It could be seen that it suddenly burst out with thousands of twisted time and space, and energy arcs of light like tentacles hit the void. Each arc of light tentacles is comparable to a mountain range, enough to sink to the continent.

However, nine hot silver beams intertwined into a huge net, completely suppressing the stars. The terrifying arc tentacles were easily torn and cut off, turning into silver spots of light dissipated.

Prest looked at this scene in shock. This was a scene he, a young gold, had never seen before. Even in World 1, the battle between Black Mist and Teacher seemed to be less shocked than this strange war.

Swallowed, Prest turned his head and looked at the source of the beam, then stunned on the spot

What he saw were nine huge void warships made of silver metal.

In fact, it would not surprise Priest simply because it was just this kind of scene. Unlike the Chaos Stars that he had never seen before, he had seen a civilizational creation that was much more shocking than this void warship, or the figure of a strong man... What really made Priest stunned on the spot was the shape of the bow of one of the nine warships.

Those are three U-shaped bulges... that is exactly the same shape as the Accrafar hub.

"I finally caught you."

In the void, a familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the voice of the heart. Her voice was cold and stern, like a high-ranking queen. Prest could easily hear that this was the prototype of the voice of the heart of the Acrafa hub.

And this voice, in a tone that was almost gritting teeth, said word by word: "The weak evil god!"

...

In reality.

A large string of black gas suddenly emerged around Priest's brain. In fact, it is a bit less rigorous. Compared to simple fog, it is more like a strange force that distorts light and makes the spectrum weak and dim.

As soon as this power appeared, it seemed to want to spread to other places with Priest's brain as the center... But the movement of the strange power fell into a rather embarrassing situation from the beginning.

Because it is all over the world, it is full of pure steel power from Joshua.

It seemed that it was a little overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the black gas. The repair light beam flashed with a flash of light, but soon, it began to operate with all its strength to carry out the most complete "treatment".

Pop!!!

With a series of strange sounds, the distorted strange power suddenly dissipated intovisible. Even this ferocious, violent, full of desire to devour, extremely difficult to control and extremely dangerous steel power, even followed the source of this strange power, eroded the past in reverse!

boom!

The earth shook.

The five people who were still waiting for Prest to come out around Accrafa hub suddenly felt the earth shaking suddenly.

The rocks were cracked, the sea of ​​trees was undulating, and the originally flat soil suddenly raised countless hills. The shaking layer of rock that was originally shrouded outside the Accrafa hub was completely falling off.

"What, what's going on?"

The knight who was originally planning to climb up the tree to look at the surrounding situation was thrown directly from the treetops by the shock. He lay on the ground and said inexplicably: "Why did the earthquake suddenly happen here? Could it be that the captain caused any big trouble in the hub?"

Others didn't speak, obviously they agreed.

But this time, it was indeed everyone who was wrongly blamed Prest. If they were in the sky now, they could see that it was not just a sudden vibration at the Accrafar hub, but the entire surface of the world began to fluctuate, and the super shock that stretched for thousands of miles. In those areas where there was no suppression of the mother tree of life and the hub, the surface of the earth kept raising and retracting, just like... it was like something was squirming in the depths of the earth.

At the same time, an invisible ripple, an indescribable torrent of information that only extreme intentions, or even legends, was spreading towards the other side of the entire world outside this closed world with a kind of pain, anger, and a gradually awakening momentum.

One side of the world's galaxy.

The wandering world fleet of Starsmen suddenly stopped moving.

Countless void beasts that were absorbing substances and eating in various worlds stopped swallowing instinctively, stood still, motionless.

Some of these worlds are dead and silent worlds without life, some are primitive worlds with primitive life but without civilization, and one or two are intelligent creatures, but they are born into the world for wisdom... The giant beasts in the void are not picky and do not choose. They just pry open one world at will, swallowing the mass of the world... At the same time, they also release their own sub-body into the world, leaving their own seeds.

It's like a beetle opening a small mouth on an egg, drawing egg whites, and then placing its eggs in an egg shell that has not yet been eaten.

As for whether there are life in the swallowed world, whether these lives will be destroyed by their own actions, and whether they will be swallowed up by the teenage void beasts... that is not their business.

They don't care.

Eight-legged fungi don't care

In the king's court of the Shepherd Star King, the king of the Sky Realm who rushed to the sky respectfully bent his knees again before the twisted spiritual void, it did not need to ask questions, because the fact that all the void beasts stopped moving was too huge, and the kind Khan would take the initiative to explain all this to them, the Shepherds.
To be continued...