There is no need for the weak to exist. Novels.

The history of civilization is the process of the strong constantly defeating the weak.

The weak are Titan lizards extinct by low temperatures in prehistoric ice age; the weak are giant beasts killed by spears and hunted; the weak are domesticated livestock and planted crops; the weak are aliens who were once hostile to the ancestors of the royal court, and were swallowed by leather and bones and blood.

Only the strong can survive in this world, be defeated by the environment, be hunted and surrounded by hunting, tamed by wisdom, and exterminated by force. All are weak and the strong drink the blood of the weak, use their corpses to cast stairs, climb to a higher level of the road to civilization, and the strong despise all weak, including insolent cubs, insanely disabled, and the laws of the royal court prohibit these weak people from being killed and thrown into the abyss after they are born.

We, we cut off any weaknesses in ourselves, we transform our bodies, and make the poison that could kill us turn into chemical raw materials in our bodies, and we transform our thinking, and make the attacks of gods, faiths, and psychics a joke. We detonate magic fission bombs in our atmosphere and soil, allowing violent magic radiation to fill the entire world. All individuals who cannot withstand the illumination of high doses of radiation are all weak people who fail.

We temper our bodies, temper our spirits, and learn all the knowledge we can learn. We are strong, intelligent, calm, and cruel. The strongest of us can even destroy a world. It defeated the sky and earth that gave birth to us, so it became our king and led us to conquer the worlds that were other. Just as we killed those giant beasts and alien races tens of thousands of years ago.

Then, we found more weak people.

Those one-eyed monsters enslaved by faith, obsessive-compulsive disorder of collecting knowledge everywhere, riding on the giant beasts of voids and eating everything, like boring bugs reincarnated by starving ghosts, must be out-of-control machinery with program errors... On the vast stage called the multiverse, every place is full of inexplicable strange creatures in otherworldly worlds, everywhere is full of weak people who have evolved to be born. They live in every place of the galaxy, wasting resources and food.

The existence of these shameful aliens is a mistake. We who assume the responsibility of the strong must correct them.

"This news must be informed to the Emperor."

In a vast galaxy, within the star domain controlled by the Thakur Annihilation Order, in the core territory close to the "Twelve Holy Places", a creature is hidden in the world's wrecks similar to a comet. It lowers its life signal to the lowest level, and then follows the trajectory of the world's wrecks drifting through the world's star domains.

The lurker from the Amos court, who is respected by other civilizations, is quietly collecting information. Its powerful energy sensing organ can allow it to cross the world barrier and perceive various large-scale energy rise and fall within the world. Therefore, the lurker realizes that his old enemies seem to be planning some big news now. In their twelve sanctuaries, there are energy fluctuations that are far beyond the past. With rich experience, the lurker can sense that the direction of those energy fluctuations is transmitted is the other end of the distant time and space.

"They are conducting wide-area detection of the Lost Galaxy... They must have found something valuable there that must be sent back to the royal court."

Thinking of this, the lurker began to relieve his body's hibernation without hesitation, it can be seen that its body is a complex whisker ball like the root system of a plant. Each tentacle can sensitively sense all the energy fluctuations in a star field. This is also the reason why it can live in the wreckage of the world and can also smoothly sense information in the surrounding world.

Naturally, this special form is not the original form of the royal race.

In fact, every member of the Amos royal court is a unique transformation life. From birth, they have to withstand the irradiation of high-energy magic radiation. Individuals who produce benign variations and awaken the innate instincts that absorb radiation as energy from their genes will be regarded as successful people. They will usher in the first transformation in the hands of their parents, strengthen their tolerance for radiation, strengthen their vitality, eliminate various natural biological defects, and can feed on inorganic substances such as soil metal and exist in the void for a short time.

This is the first and only time that other people have transformed themselves into their lives. In the future study and investigation, the members of the royal court will follow their will and turn themselves into the form they most desire. The losers in the middle will either become experimental materials or die. The royal court will not accept any weak losers, and they would rather be inadequate than be indiscriminate.

It is precisely because of this that the Amos royal court can fight against this behemoth, which is also a super void civilization, with a population of less than one-tenth of the Thakur Annihilation Clan, and even occasionally gain the upper hand.

The bodies of all successful individuals in the royal court are their own swords, their own armor, and their own warships to the void, but this does not mean that the members of the royal court do not use tools. They will enchant the swords and put another layer of armor in addition to the armor. They pursue strength, not simply evolution. In addition to biotechnology, the royal court is also extremely advanced in mechanical structure. They can create artificial semi-planes and giant warships that are comparable to mountains. Their technology does not come from plunder, but from the deepest thoughts of the royal court members who choose to evolve themselves into thinking machines.

The lurker is a member who has evolved to the extreme in terms of "perceiving search information". Now, it wants to show its other side, only to see that the lurker's roots awaken from dormancy, and this strange life lifts all these tentacles and builds them into a shape similar to a sender.

Then, without any hesitation, it sent all the information it had received so far towards the border of the royal court.

The huge information flow is invisible and invisible. Except for the moment when the lurker explodes, there are almost no signs. However, the lurker knows that he will die. Those one-eyed fanatical believers will find the location of the abnormal energy source at the first time and tear themselves into pieces. Both sides of the war do not need any captives, and they can get any information they want from their souls.

So the moment the message was sent, the lurker committed suicide simply and neatly. Countless roots reversed and inserted into the lurker's core backwards, and then annihilated his soul. The death of the strong is also chosen by himself, and it is not the hand of the weak. This is the creed of the royal court.

Soon, more than ten seconds later, as the lurker expected, accompanied by the fluctuations of time and space spells, a total of twenty-four patrol soldiers from the sect appeared near the wreckage of the world. One of the captains rushed into the wreckage of the world first and found the dead lurker's body.

"It's suicide again...these Amos...it has already passed the message back."

After realizing this, the one-eyed captain said in a deep voice: "We must report to all the prophets, our reconnaissance behavior against the Lost Galaxy has been detected... The royal court will never tolerate us taking the lead in this regard, and they will definitely immediately start exploring the Lost Galaxy."

Just as the lurker conveyed the message, the patrol squad leader discovered the other party's body.

The world of the twelve sanctuaries, the first sanctuary.

In the temple of the Thakur Annihilation Order, a simple one-eyed old man was meditating in the depths of the temple, and opposite it were two priests in ornate prophet robes were also meditating.

In a world where spiritual energy, spirit and divine power are communicating with pure will.

"The Amos will not doubt it. They have always been like this. When they see us exploring the Lost Galaxy, they will follow without hesitation and try to surpass us."

The old man's mind was cold and calm. It dominated the spiritual world. The two powerful men with the name of the prophet were as fragile as a child in front of him. It calmly described the next plan: "When the Amos began to explore the Lost Galaxy, we stopped exploring the Third Prophet. It was right. The Lost Galaxy was indeed very dangerous. Our detection just now almost triggered the counterattack of the strong men from the other side."

Hearing this, the two men in the prophet's robe nodded slightly, they responded to the spiritual world, because there were two of them among the people who presided over the ceremony before.

The memories of the two prophets are still very clear. They still remember that the terrifying fluctuations coming from the other end of the space-time rift were faster than light and heavier than the world, and seemed to want to cross the distant space-time and space to observe the world they were in reverse. If the simple-dressed old man in front of him cut off the connection between the space-time rifts at the first time, I am afraid that the existence of the Thakur people would have been known by the powerful existence of the other side.

"We have detected one by one the existences in the Lost Galaxy who acted alone and had strong but not extremely strong life breath. We have obtained a lot of information before being noticed by the real strong people on the other side."

A Thakur man in the prophet's robe also spoke a third prophet who had prophesy to the Lost Galaxy some time ago. He said seriously: "I found that most of the powerful living individuals that appeared in the Lost Galaxy belong to the same race, and they are located in every part of the galaxy, no matter how remote they are."

"Great Patriarch, we have reason to believe that the Lost Galaxy has actually been occupied by an extremely powerful void civilization. Their territory is the entire world Galaxy I predicted before, all the powerful aliens that have been defeated and sealed by them."

"Yes." Another prophet in the robes of the prophets spoke little. He only spoke in a low voice until now, and whispered: "So let the Amos explore, we just need to wait and see."

The old man named the Patriarch by the Third Prophet nodded undeniably. His **ha had long been old and looked like an ordinary farmer in dress. But no matter who it is, any existence who has practiced the extraordinary power of spiritual practice can know what a terrifying soul power this seemingly inconspicuous one-eyed old man has.

Now, the temple, holy city, the sky where they are located, countless Thakur people are working, the land and cities they cultivate, the oceans and forests in which countless lives live, and even the entire first sanctuary, the whole world is nothing more than a "real dream" constructed by the old man in front of him with his soul.

Reality, illusion, spiritual energy, dreams... all the boundaries of all will disappear in the face of the ultimate achievement of spiritual energy and divine power, "Zodiac World".

And there are twelve such worlds.

The great patriarchs of the Annihilation of Thakurs have built twelve sky worlds using their souls as raw materials in turn. These worlds between reality and dreams are the eternal hometowns and shelter of all Thakurs, and their responses and resistance to the "donomous prophecy" of the former Void Saints.

[The real world will eventually be annihilated into nothingness, and only eternal dreams can last forever in the darkness] This is the creed that the Thakur Annihilation Clan regards as the truth. All those who do not believe are the only enemies that are truly coming. The Clan will trample them into the soil without hesitation and turn them into illusory spiritual smoke and dust.

"Don't underestimate any race. They certainly cannot understand the ultimate truth of the multiverse, but we are just one step ahead of them."

In the spiritual world, the Patriarch raised his head slightly. Its soul had long surpassed the limits of ordinary things. Even the will of the world had been surpassed by it. The old man whispered: "Borrowing the hand of the powerful existence in the Lost Galaxy to weaken the power of the Amos Court. This is our plan, but the plan may go wrong. If the Amos Court really contacted the other party, even if it was bloodthirsty like them, he would probably temporarily press the destructive ** and try to use the other party's hands to attack us."

"Be prepared for both hands, let's stop observing the Lost Galaxy's powerful people for the time being, but don't give up exploring the Galaxy itself, the Third Prophet. After you go back, continue to observe the world itself."
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