The Original Seeker Chapter 636: Doomsday Carnival
A corner on Mars.
Looking at the huge star in the sky that is about to fall to the ground and bring destruction, the black beast tribe felt that the end has come, even their chiefs gave up the struggle and called on everyone to start doomsday carnival.
An orc-shaped creature with brown-black rough skin wrapped around his waist with only a few loops of linen, is drunk and dreaming with the acquiescence of the leader, freely indulging in pleasure.
On weekdays, it’s rare to see that the narcotic drinks stored in the deepest part of the tribe are now all removed from the cellar, and the supply of insufficient food is also released. Anyway, after eating this meal, you won’t need it in the future. Worry about starving again.
The long-eared prisoners of war that were previously only available to tribal warriors are now all pulled to the sacrificial square. There are black orcs in twos and threes everywhere, putting their hands around a long ear.
"Fuck!" This is the sound of a few orcs clinking glasses.
"Fuck!" This is their yelling voice.
"Fuck!" This is the sound of clothes being torn.
For a time, the laughter of the orcs, the burps of wine, and the cries of the long-eared people resounded throughout the camp.
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"Unfortunately, we don't have a chance to live to see the day when Serifong Heaven was born."
The Great Chief of the Black Beast Tribe, who has entered the sage mode, is currently dangling after the incident, with a calm face, using his last time to think about the beast.
As for the little guys on the side, no one cares about the chief who is a quick gunner anymore, and all of them feel refreshed on their own.
Even the few who know how to flatter the best at this moment have chosen to join the doomsday carnival. Only the faint wailing of the long ears tells that not everyone is enjoying this fact.
People are dying, and they care about the future.
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"We, will do our best!"
And when the Black Beast Tribe was carrying out a doomsday carnival, the voice from Yinghuo suddenly sounded, scared that several soldiers handed in their guns on the spot.
Instinctively, the orcs knew that this was the voice of their god.
The mighty power is like hell!
Of course, after the shock, it was ecstasy!
"God did not abandon us!"
They pushed away the long ears under them, and instead knelt on the ground in tears and prayed.
As a primitive tribe where theocratic power is parallel to the royal power, the vast majority of the people in the black beast tribe still retain a considerable degree of piety to the gods.
The priests in the tribe, like the chiefs, have a lofty status, and can determine life and death in a word.
It's just that in despair, they chose to vent rather than pray.
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As soon as Yingdou's words came out, almost all the native creatures remaining on Mars rekindled their faith in life.
Through countless threads of faith that are dense like spider webs, their vision can pass through the barriers and directly "see" the giant who is more than two hundred meters tall in the incarnation of Yinghuo.
Unfortunately, the primitive tribes, who have not even fully unified the promotion of weights and measures, don't know the weight of the moon, but blindly believe that God is omnipotent.
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"If I can survive this time, let me put all these long ears away."
The icy wormwood, which was used as an afterthought in the chief's mouth, just burned to the end at this time.
It walked in a circle between life and death, and suddenly felt that the Servant Heaven Kingdom that he had always wanted to build seems to have become so boring.
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"Yangyan River, launch!"
Following Yinghu's transformation, Titch also triggered the penultimate step in his plan.
Sun Yan, the star-killing weapon on the moon, activated its second mode, the auxiliary mode, which cooperated with the psionic network system covering the entire planet fortress.
A long river composed purely of psychic energy, starting from the launch port of the Yangyan silo, passing through a hole prepared in advance in the artificial atmosphere, rushing towards Mars at a terrifying speed.
"It's up to you now." Titch used the fastest speed to transmit to him the part of the plan related to Baimo, "This time, I owe you an extra favor."
"Good luck to you."
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Bai Mo raised his right hand, palm facing the Yangyan River.
A thick darkness poured out from his palm, and instantly flooded the surrounding hundreds of square meters.
Neither the naked eye nor the psychic vision can perceive anything but pitch black in this area.
He let go of his ability to absorb energy, to welcome the psionic flow that came from a long way from the moon to "remotely charge" him.
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The collision of light and darkness is a bit different from what other people imagined. They completed the docking silently, or more like-water and milk fusion.
The pure psychic energy originating from the psionic network system was absorbed by the black hole opened by the white ink almost without any hindrance. The color of Oreo briefly appeared at the intersection of light and darkness, and then returned to darkness again.
White ink's right hand muscle supporting the black hole began to swell, and soon changed from an ordinary person's arm to an ordinary person's thick thigh.
But it is far from the end. The arms that have turned into thick thighs are squeezed into a state that is thicker than the waist under the influx of psychic energy.
Next is the back of the shoulder next to the right hand, a wing sent out by psychic energy.
Psionic energy wandered constantly, his left hand, left leg, and right leg all fell one after another, turning into muscle sticks, and his left wings grew out.
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"Has he already lost the pain?" Titch keenly discovered that although his body had changed tremendously, Bai Mo's face had not changed at all.
According to his usual experiments, the body is strengthened by such a large amount of psychic energy, even if it is only a clone, part of the pain will still return to the body.
The pain deep into the bone marrow when forcibly reforming the body is enough to move any steel warrior.
"Do you know what the word Wanxiang means?" Bai Mo seemed to see Tic's doubts and explained it to himself.
"That is a level where various appearances of existence and even microstructures can be mimicked at will.
The only thing that can restrain us is the self-awareness of race. "
"What we think of ourselves is what we are, whether it is male or female, black and white, human or animal, it doesn’t matter at all."
In just five seconds, Bai Mo changed five different faces~IndoMTL.com~ to confirm his words, and one of them was Titch's own face.
"I still want to be a man..." After listening to Bai Mo's words, Titch put on a serious face.
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"This projection is still too weak."
The Yangyan River, which condenses the entire moon's hope, is also the seventh-order energy level. Now it is all injected into the sixth-order clone of Baimo, which is really a bit reluctant.
Many cracks visible to the naked eye began to gradually appear on Bai Mo's face and body, giving the huge and distorted muscles a feeling of swelling to the extreme.
PS: I have collected 60,000 broken books. Write a black beast to celebrate. I understand everything.
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