The Record of Unusual Creatures Chapter 963: Real

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The explosion roared, and the ground moved.

The size of the entire crystal nuclear research station is almost as large as a small planet. However, under the collective bombing of hundreds of "rebellious" warships, this huge space building still produces terrible shaking. Every cabin section of the space station echoed with a scary crackling sound. The huge and strong crystal dome and prism made a bitter creak in the vibration. Various energy-filled crystals burst in overload, corridors There is a pungent smell and arcane energy floating like a mist. The newly freed prisoner rushed towards the nearest exit behind a small group of fighting elites, and beside him was the mysterious officer who suddenly appeared.

Along the way, this little team experienced unimaginable and difficult battles. It was n’t Hao Ren and their line that blocked them, but the automatically activated warning units in the space station: there was an arcane guard like a glowing gel, There are also self-discipline machines that rushed up with countless metal tentacles, as well as sentinel turrets that suddenly emerged from various walls and roofs. These in chaos things have unprecedented combat power. Elite combat soldiers have paid huge casualties when dealing with such unmanned units that seem to be miscellaneous soldiers. When they finally rushed to a catapult channel, they could vaguely see By the time of the outer universe, less than one-third of the team was still alive.

"Damn ... what the **** are these ..." The officer holding the scepter swears under his arm, "When did this inexplicable force appear in this universe ..."

"They are probably from another world," the prisoner recalled the weird power of Hao Ren and his team, promptly reminding, "I heard them talk about topics like crossing the universe-be careful, they will not hesitate Capture me back at all costs. "

"Go out here alive before you talk." The officer mumbled and led the rest to the exit quickly.

At this moment, they suddenly felt a special shaking in the corridor floor under their feet.

The walls on both sides of the entire corridor and the ceiling above began to deform at the same time, and then slowly closed.

"They are going to block this place!" The officer shouted, "Everyone, quickly! Get out from here now!"

Even the "rebellious" race that considers itself a **** has the instinct to survive and die, and under the pressure of a catastrophe, everyone explodes at an alarming rate. The prisoner himself did not even think that he still retained such good physical strength after so long imprisonment and mental torture. He rose into the air and flew forward with all his strength, and only heard the wind in his ears. The walls and ceiling of the corridor that were constantly being squeezed back quickly in his field of vision, becoming a series of vague phantoms. Several beams of light flew from behind. He also heard the screams of his partners before they died. It may be that the strange robot with tentacles chased here, but he did not turn back-what is the use of turning back? Only let everyone die here.

So he flies desperately forward, the last ten meters, the last five meters, the last meter, the next moment, fled to heaven.

He passes through a thin layer of light film, which should be the internal and external filtering barrier of the space station. After entering the cosmic vacuum, he let out a long sigh of relief, and the voice of the officer who rescued himself from the cage came to his mind: "It seems that only two of us survived."

The man who has just been freed looks back at the space station where he has been imprisoned to this day, and looks for his escape. He saw a gate that had just closed, and some pale gold blood was spitting out of the gap in the gate, forming a condensing mist in space.

And in the distant space behind him, huge golden warships are still bombarding the seemingly indestructible light blue energy shield of the space station.

A small shuttle flew from the direction of the fleet, this shuttle has a strange shape like a bent lobster. The officer touched the prisoner's arm: "Leave here first, and I will explain the situation to you on the spaceship."

The prisoner nodded, but when he saw the shuttle, he could n’t help but raise a question: "Well? What type of fighter plane does the planet burst into? How is it used here?"

"... The world has turned upside down, and there are so many places you are puzzled," the officer shook his head. "That war was already a 10,000 years ago."

They took the shuttle and finally returned to the mother ship under the cover of friendly artillery. When stepping into the mother ship and seeing the familiar decorations and reliefs in the mother ship, the two talents were relieved at the same time, and they were fortunate for the rest of their lives.

The fleet immediately began to retreat. The huge golden battleships jumped into the warped space one after another as they came. When the outer universe starred into darkness, the officer looked at what he had just rescued. This soldier: "What's your name?"

"Nakuru," the man who had just been freed was immersed in the joy of the rest of his life. He replied subconsciously, and only after he answered did he remember to ask the origins of the same race in front of him, "Where are you from? And this huge fleet ... Is my family still prosperous? "

"I'm curious how the people in that space station told you."

"Those people said that our race has been extinct in the glory of God's punishment," Nakuru frowned, "They also said that it was a matter of 10,000 years ago, because the door of Suluen was turbulent by Space - Time. Engulfed, I was frozen for ten thousand years. "

"They didn't lie in the second half of the sentence," the officer nodded. "It is indeed ten thousand years later. As for us ... This is a long story, and I will let you see what we have left when we return to the station. Power. That war did almost destroy everything. Our tribe was seriously damaged, and the remaining technologies and tribes were mostly distorted. "

As he said, there was a smile on the officer ’s face: “So when we learned that Suluen ’s Gate suddenly appeared and found signs of Space - Time distortion and your clues there, everyone was ecstatic, you Today is our priceless treasure. You experienced the war in person, and you know what we do n’t know. "

Nakuru could n’t help being dumb when he heard the officer ’s statement. He had heard the words “10,000 years” and “time distortion” from the population that captured him, but he was still doubtful about this, however Now, this terrible statement has been confirmed by his own people.

The officer noticed Nakuru ’s hesitation. He reached out and patted on the other party ’s shoulders: "You should keep our pride in mind and not be defeated by these setbacks. Now we need to rebuild the glory of the year, every one you know Things are very important to us. "

Nakuru looked puzzledly at the movement of the other person patting his shoulder and slowly nodded: "... I should contribute my full efforts to rebuild the new **** civilization."

He then quickly reminded: "Also you must be careful of those who live in the Crystal Space Station. Although they suffered a loss this time, they will retaliate at all costs. Those guys have never seen me. Power, and the space station is only a small part of their huge power. Their leader also has a disgusting breath, which seems vaguely related to the old god. "

The officer simply hummed and took Nakuru to the depths of the mothership. Along the way, Nakuru found that there were very few people in this boat, and everyone was in a hurry, and there was no conversation with each other. He could n’t help but be curious: "Now the mother ships of the" Holy Spirit "class are Is there only such a few people? "

"That war caused us heavy casualties, and even those who survived were affected by the curse of the goddess. For 10,000 years, our population has been almost unable to recover," the officer explained vaguely, "So we are the most What I want to know is how the warriors 10,000 years ago have resisted the power of the goddess. We must quickly regain this ability to resist the divinity, otherwise our family will soon be extinct under the curse. "

"Curse of the goddess?" Nakuru's footsteps gradually slowed down, "And you don't even know the war of that time?"

"Well, the curse of the goddess not only took the life, but also made the tribes' memory and thinking confusion. The first generation who survived soon died in a frenzy, and did not leave much knowledge, The officer explained briefly, "How did the warriors solve the problem of divinity? We found the runes against divinity from the equipment left in those years, but those runes can only deal with the remaining weapons of the goddess, but The inability to fight against the goddess itself is confusing to us. Without some extra powerful force, how did the warriors kill God 10,000 years ago? "

"Have the roots of the universe betrayed you ..." Nakuru's voice has a strange tone, "No ... He has implanted divine power into the soul of our race. Magic resistance should be permanent ... "

"The roots of the universe?" The officer's voice suddenly increased by half a step, but he immediately realized his gaffe and quickly regained his face. "We only know the name, but we almost do not know his origin. "

"Don't the people of today hear that voice? That great voice from the beginning of the world?" Nakuru suddenly stopped, the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally slowly darkened, " I always feel strange ... "

"I can understand, after all, there is a difference of 10,000 years between you and us," the officer nodded as if nothing happened, "I still take you to see the leader of the fleet, he also has many questions to ask you The whereabouts of the sword that killed the goddess. "

Nakuru did n’t say anything, but stopped at the same place without expression, and the officer frowned as he saw, "What's wrong?"

"I admit that I looked down upon you," Nakuru stared at the eyes of the "military officer", "you would be so cunning."

On the opposite side of Nakuru, Hao Ren spread his hands: "When did I start filling?"

(These two days may be Shan Geng ... (> _