Glan Natural Science Academy Chapter 753: Blood Mother’s Nest (6)
At the same time.
Thousands of blood eruptions gushing out of the blood nest of the Doraqi tribe, except for some of them immersed in the great sadness and anger of the painter's death, most of them are confused.
They even think that this is the chaos caused by the painter, and an inevitable war has finally begun.
As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Doraqi has been waiting for this day!
He has known the painter's heterogeneous claims a long time ago.
But the special status of the painter did not dare to act rashly. On the one hand, because of the great reputation of the painter in the brood, it is equivalent to all the "mothers" of blood, and on the other hand, because he has not yet condensed enough prestige. , He hasn't built a temple yet and became a temple. He is just a prophet and elder.
Ansel painter is like a monster who can't get in. Doragie has already lost patience completely during the long negotiations.
This tribe must fight 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, it is in this battle.
Doraki is very confident that he will be the winner.
The pinnacle bottleneck of evolution made him initially perceive the existence of the power of law, which is a majestic force that it cannot describe in words. In front of it, he is so humble and small, it seems that he only needs to master it. With a little bit of its insignificant power, it can despise sentient beings by itself.
So, he finally understood a little bit, that the divine residences before the cataclysm were irresistibly powerful.
Such power, right in front of you!
It only needs him to gather enough beliefs and beliefs to cast the divine body, and then he can achieve a qualitative leap. How can this prevent him from having extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the painter's illusory legend?
But now!
During the chaos, Dorach was shocked to discover that the chaos in the brood did not originate from the painter, but because the painter was assassinated and killed by an unknown intruder?
This made Doraqi feel a little unbelievable for a while.
Without the obstacles of competitors, I will be able to unify the brood peacefully!
After the short surprise, Doraqi was suddenly shrouded in coldness. He remembered the explanation that the other party insisted on leaving the place of night during the confrontation with the painter.
"Could it be that the invaders are humans of Aurora?"
Thinking of this, Doragie's joy suddenly disappeared.
For thousands of years, the human Vatican of Aurora has made many expeditions to the place of night at any cost. Although it has never really succeeded, it has brought indelible trauma here. Almost all blood animals regard human beings as life and death. Arch enemy.
If it is this moment, the weakest moment of the night, those humans will invade...
Thinking of this, Dolaqi's face darkened.
If anyone is nearby at this moment, you will find that the prophet Doraqi, whom everyone admires in the brood, is actually a brown-yellow image similar to the favorite teddy dog of the upper-class ladies of the former principality. Under the curls, the young body looks so cute and innocent.
But.
This little blood cat, like a teddy dog, has dark red eyes with a terrifying and evil light.
The energetic magnetic field in circles, like the substance, spreads in all directions.
It stared at the figures who had fled to the depths of the blood mist. Although they could no longer see their full picture, Doragie could clearly perceive that these invaders were definitely not from the blood of other tribes, but some An unknown alien that is incompatible with the brood forest.
"Pay the painters, kill them!"
Amidst the roar of Doraqi, the overwhelming bloodies rushed out of the brood and chased them toward the depths of the mist.
The blood brood nest resembling a mountain of meat, thousands of blood brooders, like bees, rushed out from various holes, chasing invaders from all directions in irritability and anger.
They are undoubtedly much faster without the brood creatures blocking them.
……
Woo.
The ancient death storm is like the wailing of the devil.
The manic power of Alpha is raging, even if it is just a small gravel, under the terrible storm speed, it will contain devastating destructive power, which is enough to kill any low-level creatures that are not protected by the law.
The more terrifying thing is.
Even the creatures that grew up in the Alpha Death Storm during the long process of evolutionary adaptation, even if they barely adapt to this terrible environment of hell, their brains, spirits and souls will be derived from another tens of thousands of years ago. The power of the mainland's fifth-level lighthouse civilization has lost the possibility of giving birth to wisdom, and has become a beast that only knows killing and instinct.
In the storm, only a very small number of special mutated Xingyun guys, or those who have evolved to a legendary level in the muddle, can accidentally give birth to wisdom.
They are the tomb-keepers of the civilized cemetery, 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 platform for war. It floats steadily in the storm of death and resists the wild violence 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 the shape of a hemisphere.
The lower part of the fortress is assembled by a high-strength alloy shell, which looks like a rectangular metal bowl, while the upper part of the fortress is a taboo protective cover supported by the high tower of the internal war, sheltering the relatively narrow inside. Scholars walking leisurely on the platform.
"Hey, Danny, today should be the third day of the Explorer mission, right?"
A male scholar took the initiative to speak up, and said to the female scholar who was staring at the death storm outside the protective shield.
There are not a few scholars walking on the platform at this moment.
They looked at the cloudy yellow sky and the earth that was raging outside the protective cover, without any worries. There were even elegant scholars holding open-air ballrooms, and some were lying on the lawn reading.
After experiencing many hardships, the academia has initially grasped the power to change and reignite catastrophes, embark on a new civilization process, and get rid of the former backwardness, especially after the collapse of the Holy See, the scholars who have lost their **** Like a wild horse, ushered in the second golden age of technology explosion, every day is happening with rapid progress.
"Well, it's the third day."
The female scholar turned around, and saw no worries on her face, as if this war was only destroying a piece of insects, she only needed to press the insecticide shutter a few times.
She asked: "It's strange that I miss the Holy See a little bit now. If those gods and lunatics are still there, I know that we have actually wiped out the blood of the night where they have been facing for thousands of years. I don't know what it is. Emoticons?"
The male scholar heard the words~IndoMTL.com~ couldn’t help but sneered: "Hahahaha, I think they will definitely tie up the guys who burned the ancestors to explore the truth, and confess the crimes they have committed. Then add the myths about the sages of academia in the "Sacred Code". After all, those gods like to excuse themselves, and pronounce themselves not guilty in the name of the creator."
"How is this enough!"
The female scholar said excitedly: "We also want those high-rise divine residences to lie on our specimen planing table, let me see if they have a heart, a soul, fear and pain, you What do you say?"
"Ah? Hahahahaha..."
Scholars in the new era of Wasteland have almost fanatical confidence in themselves.
In the eyes of scholars, the war of civilization was almost a test of life and death. Now it seems that only the pioneers who have mastered catastrophic weapons need a button, a catastrophic weapon, to easily determine the life and death of the opponent.
What they have to do now is to completely wipe out the flames of the continuation of the other's civilization on the ruins after the catastrophe, under the cover of hundreds of war machines, and the ridicule and laughter before that.