The Original Seeker Chapter 711: Assimilation

"...Everyone, we are about to open a new page in human history. Now I announce that the ‘Great Expedition’ project has officially begun!"

Through the network of thousands of large-scale naval vessels and nearly 100 billion federal citizens, Kirkov, the current Speaker of the Federation, announced the beginning of the great expedition with a deafening voice.

In the past few decades, through the early development of the Stars and Luo Project, humans have eliminated most of the alien races in the solar system in an organized manner. In the future, the vision of the Federation is to spread the glory of human civilization inside and outside the galaxy. .

"Papa Papa Papa Papa......"

There was thunderous applause in the main venue where the mobilization speech was held.

At least on the surface.

But in fact, a large number of new generations in the Federation are not very cold about the plan of this tribe's expedition to the outer galaxy.

To live well in the solar system, it is a bit pointless to move in a hurry.

As for the threat of the White Land, in the past few decades, they have also cooperated quite happily with this group of pre-humans who claim to be holy walkers.

Although there are occasional quarrels due to the differences in the three views, it is not a contradiction that is difficult to bridge.

Many of them had relatives with the Federation many years ago. It was said that decades ago, it was not good to have carried the qiāng together, went to the window together, and had the friendship of x together.

Only because of different ideas, human beings split into two factions.

Especially the new generation born outside the earth, they have no sense of the so-called hometown at all.

However, the senior leaders of the federation who have experienced the pre-divisive era know that this is just an occasional period of stability of Bai Mo's unstable zhàdàn.

For a true immortal who has lived for more than ten thousand years, there is no bubbling for 30 to 40 years, which is no different from ordinary people taking a few months of summer vacation.

However, this fairy’s "vacation" is equivalent to half of an ordinary person's life.

Individual people with the best news know that the past few decades of the disappearance of the white ink were only the result of the ferry.

Perhaps there are many shady people who hoped that he would fail to cross the catastrophe and end his sinful life, but now the other party is clearly returning triumphantly, and even has the ability to move towards the sun.

The solar system shouldn’t stay for long.

Summarize everything in five words.

A companion is like a tiger.

Regardless of the confusion and dissatisfaction of the new generation of transcendents underneath, the plan of preparing for the expedition has not been affected at all.

The lofty congressmen can't bear to have an arbitrary "god" on their heads.

Since you can't beat it, take the initiative to stay away.

As for the ordinary citizens living on the Great Thousand Leadership, the impact of all this is not big. Anyway, they have lived on the leadership whose internal environment is like the surface of the planet.

……

"I said it, it makes no sense."

Xingling Ying, who was cut in half by Baimo's reversal sword, almost completely eliminated the martial arts will entangled in him for continuous destruction in a few seconds.

"It will make sense." Bai Mo didn't think so, once again condensed thousands of hands of black shadows and slashed at each other.

Yi didn't answer any more, and his backhand was a bunch of giant "grapes" that smashed into the center of the black shadow incarnation of Baimo.

The dark part of the ice disappeared and the snow melted instantly under the conversion of mass and energy.

But this is just better than nothing.

Both of them are giants comparable in size to planets, and damage within a range of one or two hundred square kilometers is not at all painful.

In the eyes of low-level transcendents, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, there is no way to escape the possibility of map guns, and they are mosquito bites.

The mass lost by Bai Mo is only equal to the amount he eats in the sun for a few seconds.

The number of grapes he wiped out with each knife is roughly equal to the amount Yi eats in the sun in a few seconds.

If nothing happens, the two of them can compete against each other for hundreds of thousands of years.

The most likely ending is that two guys who eat and fight, in the battle that lasted for hundreds of years, wiped out the sun.

Bai Mo obviously doesn't have so much time to spend with this star.

From the beginning, he hadn't planned to kill him on the sun.

This is the absolute home court of the Protoss. I really want to eliminate it completely. Even if he is a bit higher than the opponent, it will take at least a hundred years.

If he is really the kind of real immortal with a life span of tens of thousands of years, it would not be too wasteful to consume so much, but the curse of Daohua has severely limited his time.

"Tao——Yan——"

At this moment, in the endless war of attrition between the white ink representing darkness and the Xinglingyi representing nothingness, a white light with a certain mysterious aura suddenly appeared.

There seems to be endless information, in the white light that can't stay in these flames.

"What is this?!"

From the moment when the white light appeared, Yi has been staring at the white light, even putting aside the liánzhàn fight.

It can easily read the information in white light.

That's a whole path that can be moved on!

Open the way to yourself without reservation!

Compared with the things he "sees" in front of him, Yi feels that the inheritance within the Protoss clan is simply pitiful, even though most of those inheritances were made by himself.

But it’s no wonder that they have less than a hundred years of wisdom, and even the language of the population does not have a mature primitive Protoss civilization. They rely on instinct and sense to practice, and there is no systematic summary and induction, let alone a system. .

The transformation of Taoism, which has gathered countless wisdom and exchanges with humans, is indeed incomparable.

The thing that Bai Mo showed it was exactly what he thought of the original manuscript back then, and then a copy was thrown to the Federation, and the other was made public on the Baizhi Dadi intranet.

In the follow-up, they also used supercomputer simulation, plus a large number of monks to improve day and night.

The cultivator who cannot be repaired may not be able to directly toss this method of transformation, but through decomposition, simplification, and splitting it into countless small modules, they can still contribute to its optimization.

……

Yi is struggling.

The path that is completely open to yourself is so **** it!

To reincarnate, even the race has to be transformed into the opponent's appearance.

That is a radical change from the inside out, the real spiritual level!

And there is less than half of the success rate.

But there is a temptation that he can't resist at all—lifespan~IndoMTL.com~ Protoss is an extremely short-lived existence.

The low-level protoss at the lowest level have a natural life span of less than three years. The burning core will slowly extinguish like a candle in the wind and become a ray of Mars in the sun again.

Countless celestial spirits cycle in this sea of ​​light and heat at a rate of two to three generations.

Strong as the four first-level protoss, but only have a life span of a hundred years.

Without these foreign enemies, they might have a good mentality.

Compared to their siblings who are like meteors, it has been a long time since they have fifty times the length of life.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

If you reincarnated as a human race, even if you were just a guy at the bottom, he would have a good life for 80 years.

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