Chapter 517: The Crape Myrtle Lineage

Ziwei Star, also known as Emperor Star.

The resources and products here are rich, far exceeding the earth.

Once Emperor Ziwei opened up a world of human race here, and it flourished for a while.

But now, the situation of the human race on Ziwei Star is just the opposite, which can be described as precarious.

The once-prosperous human race has become declining, as if they cannot escape the cosmic rules of prosperity and decline.

The current Ziwei Star is a world of alien races, and there is a large god clan here, who seems to be the ruler of Ziwei Star.

Here, alien races wantonly hunted and killed clans.

Either be killed, or be captured and sold as slaves to all parts of the universe.

It can be said that the human race on Ziwei Star lives like a mouse, hiding in various places.

All day long, I worry about being hunted down by the protoss and alien races.

In order to solve the crisis of Ziweixing's human race, the remaining human race forces selected a group of people and sent them to the mountain and sea world at any cost.

It is to seek the help of the ancient human race in the mountain and sea world.

At this moment, on Ziwei Star, there is a sea of ​​purple dust.

A kind of purple dust is shrouded here all the year round, with strong toxicity, most people will be poisoned to death immediately if they break into it.

Over time, a forbidden area was formed.

Here, there are very few creatures approaching, and once they are drawn into the sea of ​​purple dust, it is basically impossible to survive.

However, such a terrifying place actually hides a large number of creatures.

They are all humans.

That's right, the people here are the surviving humans of Ziwei Star.

It is estimated that three to five million people will survive.

You must know that in the heyday of the Ziweixing human race, there was a huge force with hundreds of millions of people.

Now that there are only three to five million people left, one can imagine what happened to the Ziweixing human race.

Hundreds of millions of people have been extinct to the point where only a few million people remain, which is embarrassing.

In the center of the Purple Dust Sea, a faint purple light curtain enveloped the area, and a large number of earthen and wooden houses were built inside.

The surviving Ziwei star people gathered here, hiding in the restricted area and lingering.

In the central area, there is a large hall standing tall, giving people a sense of simplicity, dignity, and atmosphere, exuding a faint purple light.

That is the Ziwei Hall.

At this time, a group of people from the Ziwei tribe gathered in the main hall, all of whom were the surviving high-ranking people from the Ziwei tribe.

"Patriarch, do you think they can succeed this time?"

An old man asked worriedly.

Others also showed concern when they heard this, and the atmosphere at the scene was a little dignified.

Sitting on the main seat is the contemporary patriarch of the Ziweixing human race.

He shoulders the honor and disgrace of the entire Ziwei Star human race's rise and fall, and the pressure is huge. He is not old, but his hair is gray.

This is worrying, the human race on Ziwei Star has no hope.

"Luo Ye led the team into the mountain and sea world, and we paid a huge price for this."

"If we can't succeed this time, then we will lose a lot."

A high-ranking Ziwei star human race said with a sigh.

"no need to worry."

Others disagree.

He said: "Luo Ye brought the best talent of our younger generation to the Mountain Sea Realm. Even if we can't invite the rescue of the ancient human race, staying there can continue a trace of incense and blood for our Ziwei lineage."

"Yes, we have no way out."

"If you can't get rid of the predicament in front of you, you will sink into this sea of ​​purple dust forever."

"We don't need aliens to encircle and suppress, we will be buried in the sea of ​​purple dust."

Everyone is very clear about the current situation.

The situation of the human race has reached a precarious state, and it can be said that it will be destroyed at any time.

After discussing for a long time, everyone turned to the patriarch above the main seat.

It was a middle-aged man with a pair of pale purple eyes, and his whole body exuded majesty, as if he was born an emperor.

He has the blood of Emperor Ziwei in his body, and belongs to the direct bloodline descendants of Emperor Ziwei, so he naturally has a special temperament.

"Everyone."

I saw him slowly opening his mouth and said: "The situation of our Ziwei human race is very bad at present. The poisonous mist outside the Zichen Sea has begun to erode the Ziwei star cover. In less than ten years, the defense will be broken. By then, everyone here will be dead. spared."

"For this reason, I decided that I must find another safe habitat before the defense is shattered."

"There is still time to pay attention to the altar to see if there is any movement. The mountain and sea world is our only hope. If it doesn't work, we will send most of the clansmen to the mountain and sea world at any cost."

This decision immediately caused an uproar.

Such a decision is completely helpless, Ziwei Star has no place for the human race now.

Whether it is the Protoss or other alien races, they all launched a blanket siege on the human race, killing one at sight, or being captured and made into slaves.

The current Ziwei human race doesn't have any strength to resist and protect themselves.

Why did the Ziwei human race, once powerful, be reduced to this level now?

"Patriarch, have you really reached this stage?"

An old man asked with a sad face.

The middle-aged patriarch shook his head: "Don't blame the elder, I really feel powerless. The Ziwei human race has reached the point of life and death, and destruction is just around the corner."

"If you don't think about other ways out, maybe Ziwei's line will be cut off."

Speaking of this, he said with a sad face: "Please remember, if there is no other way, I will send most of the clansmen to the Mountain Sea Realm at any cost."

"There is an ancient human race there, and it should be able to preserve a glimmer of life for my Ziwei lineage."

After speaking, the patriarch stopped talking.

His silence made everyone present feel inexplicably sad.

A sad atmosphere echoed in the hall.

"Thinking of the strength of my Ziwei human race in the past, why is it here?"

"Foreign race, god race, our mortal enemy."

"God, why don't you open your eyes?"

Looking at some of the old people of the Ziwei Terran at the scene, they all looked inexplicably sad.

The middle-aged man who is the patriarch feels very uncomfortable.

Being the patriarch is too useless.

But the blood of Emperor Ziwei flowed in his body, and now the Ziwei lineage was desolate and exhausted step by step in his hands, even close to extinction.

How does this give him the face to face his ancestors and Emperor Ziwei?

"My lord, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man murmured to himself with his eyes dazed.

For a moment he felt lost, without direction.

Now there are spies of foreign races outside. Once they are discovered, they will immediately attract millions of terrifying troops of foreign races.

With the deterrence of the Protoss, it is naturally impossible to escape.

The only way is for those who enter the mountain and sea world to ask for help, they can successfully complete the task.

Only in this way can there be a chance of survival.

"report"

Suddenly, a figure rushed in.

Everyone's hearts sank, they clicked, and thought to themselves, could something serious happen?

"What is it?"

The middle-aged man was the first to wake up and asked with a dignified face.

The man took a breath and said excitedly: "Patriarch, there is movement, there is movement, the altar, there is movement at the altar."

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The middle-aged patriarch got up suddenly and looked at the person who conveyed the news in surprise and joy.

"Is this true?"

He double-checked.

"Patriarch, it is absolutely true."

The messenger said excitedly: "All of us have seen with our own eyes that the altar has come alive, and infinite purple light is gathering."

"Great!"

The middle-aged patriarch said excitedly: "Come on, follow me to see, Luo Ye and the others may have succeeded."

After speaking, he strode out.

Behind them, the senior officials of the Ziwei tribe followed with anticipation and apprehension.

A group of people rushed towards an empty field outside the main hall.

There is a purple light gathering and condensing there.