Chapter 870 The Carrier of Civilization (First Update!)

On the dark ground, Yi Xia quietly stared at the "ashes" that were wriggling below.

It looked like the dust left after a fire, but it had the familiar twists and tangles of the nerves of intelligent life.

It trembled like a human under Yi Xia's shadow that covered the sky and the sun.

And in the realm of stripping away matter, Yi Xia could see the humanity shining on the other person.

That was also the first touch of humanity he saw after stepping into this strange war plane...

After determining the war plane he was about to go to, Yi Xia directly started the transmission.

However, soon, with the end of the transmission.

Yi Xia discovered that this war plane seemed to be very different from those he had encountered before:

In the material world, densely packed buildings filled the entire planet.

Those creations that symbolized the light and crystallization of human wisdom once projected their majestic figures on the material surface of the planet.

Noisy, quiet, passionate, corrupt...

All the things that belong to human civilization and are thriving are extending and developing.

The haze brought by the deep evil only adds a layer of obscurity to the chapters of this era...

Yi Xia's sudden appearance obviously caused panic among these humans.

They even tried to communicate with him after a rigorous deployment and dispatch.

And Yi Xia just stood there silently, with not much gentleness and fluctuation in his eyes surrounded by endless flames.

Maybe other changes can fool the great witch who is not so experienced in a certain sense.

But the smell of fireworks in this world...

It's a demon...

The next moment, perhaps Yi Xia's posture has seen through some rules, or perhaps the element that tried to pollute his cognition was isolated.

The buildings that originally seemed to be interacting in the clouds instantly turned into huge blood and flesh nests that kept dripping with unknown liquids.

The "humans" who had seen the truth focused their eyes on the figure that blocked out the sky...

So, the flames rose up...

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"There is still one left..."

Yi Xia said in a rather subtle tone.

He stared at the "ashes" curled up on the ground.

The flames burned its monster body, and the death that was supposed to come as expected was rarely missed.

Real or false, it was a heavy burden on the weak creature.

"A talking monster... a monster..."

The tiny "ashes" said in horror.

The raging flames around brought ashes as thick as clouds and mist - that was the natural product and the last remnant of the monsters after they burned.

They wandered around Yi Xia, like a group of flying white fluff.

Yi Xia didn't know what kind of evil and vicious power could accomplish such a degree of distortion.

But there was no doubt that this method completely angered the witch.

The witch fire, released from its restraints, reappeared in the foreign land as an ancient disaster.

Even without any additional amplification, the raging fire almost engulfed everything...

From this center where human civilization was born and continued, to that remote and lonely corner.

Yi Xia could sense the glory and heaviness that this civilization had experienced from the fragments of that time.

It was an unknown number of years and many changes and rises and falls.

And now, at the end of that time, everything came to an absurd end...

This was the first time that Yi Xia witnessed the disappearance of a civilization, as if it had never been born in this time and space.

It was destroyed in war, but not with more advanced weapons or more powerful armies.

But it fell into a deep sleep quietly in the long night that no one knew...

It was not an extraordinary civilization of the Eastern lineage, and its population also had appearance characteristics that were very different from the humans that Yi Xia people were familiar with.

Even so, for the Great Witch who never expressed that he came for salvation, there was still a kind of sigh and anger that inevitably gave rise to a kind of sympathy for his own kind.

So the flame, as the manifestation of the Great Witch's anger, purified the entire world in the most violent way...

It was the means of that foreign god...

Suddenly, Yi Xia had a vague understanding in his consciousness of raging endless flames.

It was because he had such a deep understanding of the void.

And to say it not too solemnly:

Here, there is no breath that makes people's appetite increase...

"I carry the stars and the past, you carry civilization and ethnic groups..."

Yi Xia looked at the tiny ashes:

This world has turned into a scorched earth under the ravages of this flame, and it may be rejuvenated again after a long time.

But there is no doubt that it is no longer what this tiny life has experienced and carried...

"It can be considered a fate..."

Yi Xia said while taking a towering "potted plant" from the void.

He had no means of dealing with void creatures - but in this situation, the disaster coins of the Internet have always been omnipotent...

As Yi Xia slowly put it down, the flames burning on the ground instantly dispersed, revealing the scorched earth below.

And the "potted plant" became bigger and bigger, and when the ashes rolled aside in horror, they found that there was a tall and lush basin in front of them.

Then, another teleportation scroll fell like a letter.

That is the ticket to other worlds - since it has helped, the wizard is not stingy about giving him the right to choose.

In this way, Yi Xia left through the air:

He wanted to follow the evil aura and find out where this guy had taken the void beings that were supposed to be in this world...

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"What happened..."

Anil-Mon walked hard on the ground that still seemed to be hot.

The hot air was eating away at the moisture in his body.

He was now naked, and all he could see was charred blackness.

Buildings, red roads, monsters...

The concepts that were so vivid in his memory were now completely gone.

Only the stars above his head told him a cruel fact coldly:

He was not brought to other realms by that huge strange life.

This is still the hometown where he was born and grew up, not so beautiful and always full of struggle and hardship...

But now, there is only a piece of charred earth left here...

Apart from the noisy wind, the only sound left was the sound of his feet stepping on the thick ashes...

At this time, Anil-Mon even once expected that a ferocious monster would appear and devour him.

But no, nothing...

The once majestic fleet was no longer visible in the sky, leaving only a not-so-peaceful silence...

It seemed like he was the only one left in the whole world...

Finally, Anil-Mon could go no further.

He knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

The nightmare-like basin behind him suddenly began to exude an irresistible temptation.

After struggling in place for a long time, Anil-Meng turned around.

Maybe, there will be others in the basin...

Anil-Meng suddenly thought like this.

He suddenly stood up happily and ran towards the basin that he didn't want to get close to...