Chapter 1249 Legion Battle

"Since you are also a pacifist, why do you clash and fight with us, creating strife that only creates sorrow and hatred?"

When Morea had just revealed his identity as a pacifist, he was lodged in the wonders of planetary civilization, and a huge community of will formed by the consciousness of the entire civilization group questioned Morea.

"Did you make a mistake in the order?" Hearing that these villains, a seemingly peaceful collection of ethnic consciousness, complained first, Muria was amused by their bandit logic.

"It was you who launched the attack first. It was you who first provoked the dispute, and then we resisted, so there was a dispute."

"There is nothing wrong with our actions. Every intelligent individual is different. Because of the estrangement, there are misunderstandings and various desires, which lead to conflicts and wars.

But as long as the soul consciousness is fused together through Vader, and then through the SN particles, everyone’s thinking can be connected to each other, and there will be no communication barriers between races or individuals. Everyone can understand each other, and will not No more fights. "

"Well, I understand. According to your logical thinking, what you just did was not attacking me, but trying to integrate me into you."

"That's right, but you resisted our integration and continued to clash with us, creating even greater disputes and causing us a lot of losses."

"So it's still my fault, do you need me to apologize to you?" Muria raised her eyebrows and asked with a teasing look.

"We don't need to apologize, as long as you give up your useless body and join us, then the world can regain peace."

"Give up your body and join you? It's embarrassing, I never had such a plan." Muriya immediately rejected such an invitation that could be said to be insane. Even if he was out of his mind, he couldn't give up on himself the power of.

"Why did you reject us? Don't you love peace and hate disputes?" Incomprehensible complex thoughts entered Muria's spiritual sea.

"That's because our understanding of peace is different. Your kind of peace that forcibly deprives individual independence is just a false peace."

Muria has already understood the basic situation, and has a rough guess about the source of this thing in front of him.

In the boundary of this big world, a race tormented by war was born. It may be because of the endless war that some of the extremely talented individuals disgusted them. Therefore, some extremely ideal individuals created SN particles , and then they gathered the power of the entire race to create Vader, and then he became what he saw in front of him.

Although this process is bound to be full of ups and downs,

It's full of endless twists and turns, but that's roughly how it should be. The continuous war gave birth to a crazy race, they claimed to pursue peace, but for this distorted peace, they destroyed more races and lives.

"heresy!"

Hearing the thoughts conveyed by Muria, Vader's consciousness assembly was silent for a long time, and then sent out a torrent of information full of chilling intentions.

Then the white particles filled around Muria's body receded from his body like a flood at ebb tide, and then densely packed, like silver-white metal clusters of locusts that wreaked havoc on the earth, appeared in Muria's vision.

Such a result did not surprise Muria. The population consciousness assembly that had completed mechanical ascension had a logical and self-consistent thinking, and it was not an enemy that he could defeat by talking.

Although words can be regarded as a weapon, it is undoubtedly nonsense to expect to repel powerful extraordinary beings with cannonballs. Which one of the powerful beings does not sharpen one's heart to be as firm as a diamond, and how can it be changed by a few words.

As for those creatures whose minds are not perfect due to their natural strength, well, their three-view thinking is not at the same level as that of lower beings, so expecting to disturb them with words is simply thinking of farts.

"Do you want to overwhelm me with pure numbers? It's a pity that your environment here is quite special. You can let my legion come out for a walk, and it's not certain who will be besieged."

Seeing the locust swarm-like diamond-shaped metal flying out from the depths of the planet-level spectacle, he has already felt that the place he is in is quite special. While appearing, it continues to expand and extend.

This is the space crack that has already connected the world of Muria, and the legion carefully cultivated by Muria can rely on it to form a large-scale arrival.

The reason why Muria dared to communicate with his own world was because he realized that the environment where he was now was rather special, and it felt a bit like a kingdom of God.

Of course, compared with the kingdom of God, which is truly semi-independent and can build its own law cycle, it is still a bit worse here, but it is more than enough to shield the will of the big world a little bit, and in this case, the deity of Morea can Unleash epic power.

But Muria does not intend to waste this precious opportunity. This is a great opportunity to train the legion. A group of opponents who can only rely on copying others to display their combat effectiveness and cannot exceed the upper limit of the original body. There are not many opponents in this boundless void. .

This was the best whetstone, and so, under the silent gaze of the consciousness cluster residing at Vader's core, breaking into the existence of their core control hub, a passage appeared that seemed to connect with a vibrant world.

And the moment this channel was formed, countless powerful creatures rushed out of it in an orderly manner, and from this look, it was known that among the torrent of the legion that had undergone rigorous training, there were many auras that were comparable to this one. The existence of false peace masks.

And such a sudden change made the consciousness assembly try to forcibly destroy or distort this space gap through Vader, but after trying a method close to three digits, the consciousness assembly was a little surprised to find that a space gap has become an indestructible existence.

And their only choice is to concentrate all their strength to fight against the legion torrent rushing out of this gap in space.

And all of this is naturally done by Morea. When he intends to use this wonderful race to hone the legion, the space gap will be taken over by his true self. Under the control of epic power, there is no equal or even stronger power , no matter how subtle or large the other methods are, they will not help.

"Aww!"

The immemorial red dragon with bright red scales all over its body flew out of the ever-expanding space crack that was about to form a passage without hindrance, and let out a happy dragon roar.

Naturally emanating from him, the crimson aura that can distort space exploded due to his emotional changes, and the surging dragon power that could suffocate weak creatures spread wantonly.

This is not because he was able to come out to let the wind get carried away, it's because anyone who is in the same camp as him, even the weakest existence, can withstand his dragon power without any influence.

"Your Highness Muria, sure enough, you summoned us to fight again." Oston, the ancient red dragon, was gradually approaching and merging with each other, transforming into a more threatening silver-white metal creation, stretching out scarlet With his tongue, he licked the dragon's teeth, and the dark red dragon pupils shone with excitement.

"Why? Not happy? I can let you go back." In the torrent of the legion, Muria, whose reincarnated body is no more than 100 meters, is quite inconspicuous among them, but the deity's breath overflowing from him can make all existence Understand, where is the master.

"Hey, Your Highness Muria, you are joking. War and killing are my favorite things." Hearing what Muria said, Oston, the ancient red dragon who purposely sneaked up to Muria's side, laughed and said,

"I'm very happy to use this power to serve you, but I want to ask if you can let me come out for things other than war?"

"Well, that's it!" Hearing the appeal of the red dragon who followed her since she was a child, Muria suddenly understood. Although red dragons love to fight and are greedy for power, they have other desires. This is a dragon species that likes to enjoy.

Of course, the other dragon species are not far behind. The words "pure heart and few desires" have never had anything to do with dragon-related creatures, so Muria can understand Auston's mood.

After all, his world is only an incomplete world. Being trapped in such a world for a long time is not beneficial to a legendary dragon who grew up in a big world.

Even if the dragon can sleep for a long time, there will always be a time when it wakes up and wants to take a walk and move its body. At this time, the world of Muria gives the dragon a very bad impression.

"I understand your request, and I will consider it. However, you have to understand that in another world, I can't just let you out casually. This will pose a great threat to your life."

The heart of one dragon, the wish of ten thousand dragons. Through the red dragon Auston, Morea understood that her legion was somewhat dissatisfied. It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to deal with such dissatisfaction, but it is not necessarily easy to say.

It is very difficult for a powerful existence to operate in a different world. It is normal to provoke the suppression of the will of the different world, but if legion-level creatures of the other world gather together, the world cannot be justified without the punishment of heaven up.

"Just let us come out to take a look once in a while, of course, on the premise of not interfering with His Highness's purpose."

Hearing that Muria would consider this issue, Oston, who had been in the narrow world of Muria for long enough, was overjoyed. He also knew the difficulties of Muria, so he was very happy that he was not rejected.

"Okay, let's kill the enemy!" Morea waved his paws, "Although none of these guys should be your opponent, it's not a problem for you to exercise your muscles."

"I'm going right now."

Hearing Muria's words, he feels that he has a good relationship with him. If he can come out occasionally to let the wind go, the red dragon who is in his place will inevitably let out an excited roar, and then spread his wings and fly towards the enemy that has come into contact with the legion's forward.

Although Auston was a little surprised by the appearance of these enemies, that was all. He was not interested in exploring why they clashed with Morea and became enemies.

Doomsday!

The Red Dragon, which has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, is different from those juvenile dragons who breathe out dragon breath like spitting water. He chooses to use the power in his body as a medium to leverage greater elemental power and perform mass destruction sex spells.

It can be seen that in the vast space, as the ancient red dragon chanted the dragon language, the fire element enough to form the elemental tide was extracted, and then condensed into a magic model according to the spell model created by Oston. One after another, flame meteorites that can cause huge damage.

The Primordial Red Dragon cast spells with no distractions. Even if the Arroz civilization noticed the wave of terrifying elements emanating from Oston, if they wanted to stop it, they would be easily blocked by the other giant dragons or war beasts.

then

boom! boom! boom!

Under natural circumstances, the meteorite rain that should not have appeared in this space at all came. Although the meteorite and the kinetic energy it carried were not enough due to space factors, these meteorite explosions formed by the fire element alone The power is enough.

All the silver-white creations touched by the meteorite, the smaller ones were immediately melted and evaporated by the hot high temperature, and the larger creations also became broken in such a collision, and then turned into a mass in the subsequent blows Scrap copper and rotten iron.

The legendary spell cast by the ancient red dragon wiped out a large area of ​​metal creations in an instant. However, to the surprise of Muria's side, this area was quickly filled with new silver-white creations. There is no sign of reduction.

"Is it impossible to kill these strange alchemy creations? Why have they been fighting for so long, and the number has not decreased at all."

Riding on a giant roc with seven-color feathers and holding a spear, the storm giant pierced through a silver-white creation that looked like an extraordinary giant beast with one blow. When he saw his own legendary mopping-up killing the enemy, he couldn't help but muttered under his breath.

"What can't be killed? This can only mean that there are too many enemies, and we have killed too few."

At this time, a six-armed naga holding a six-handled scimitar dragged across the winding snake tail. She heard the whisper of the giant, so she turned her head and let out a chuckle.

"What do you think this means? Could it be that we will be dragged to death by the number of enemies? Don't you feel the aura of the master? He is there, and he has never moved. It seems that he does not intend to make a move. What does this mean?" Question, don't you understand?"

After finishing speaking, the six-armed naga didn't wait for the giant's response, and once again led a group of four-armed naga to form a battle formation, and rushed into the cluster of silver-white creations. Then, amidst the flashes of the sword, broken silver-white metal wreckage fell down one after another ...