Chapter 756 Blood-Born Mother's Nest (6)

at the same time.

Among the thousands of blood spawns that spewed out from the blood nest of the Doraqi tribe, except for some who were immersed in the great sadness and anger of the painter's death, most of them were confused.

They even thought it was the chaos caused by the painter, and an inevitable war finally started.

As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Doraqi has been waiting for this day for a long time!

He has long been aware of the painter's unusual ideas.

But the painter's special status prevented him from taking any rash action. On the one hand, the painter's huge reputation in the Brood was equivalent to that of the 'mother' of all blood-born people. On the other hand, because he had not yet gathered enough prestige, he still He did not build a temple or become a god's residence. He was just a prophet and elder.

Painter Ansel was like a monster who couldn't get into oil and salt, and Doraqi had completely lost his patience during the long negotiation.

This tribe must fight a complete war.

The winning side will determine the future history of this tribe. Whether to build a temple or leave here to find illusory hope is in this battle.

Doraqi is very confident that he will definitely be the victor.

The peak bottleneck of evolution allowed him to initially perceive the existence of the power of law. It was a majestic and vast force that could not be described in words. In front of it, he was so humble and insignificant. It seemed that he only needed to master a little bit of it. With negligible power, he can despise all sentient beings.

In this way, he finally understood that the gods before the disaster were irresistibly powerful.

Such power is right before our eyes!

As long as he gathers enough faith and belief and casts a divine body, he can achieve a qualitative leap. How can this prevent him from having extreme desire and greed, and how can he choose the illusionary legend of the painter instead of the near and far?

but now!

In the chaos, Doraqi was shocked to find that the chaos in the nest was not caused by the painter, but was caused by the painter being assassinated and killed by an unknown intruder?

This made Doraci feel a little unbelievable for a moment.

Without the obstacle of competitors, he will be able to peacefully unify the brood!

After the brief surprise, Doraqi was suddenly enveloped by a chill. He remembered the explanation given by the painter for insisting on leaving the night during the confrontation.

"Could it be that the intruder is an Aurora human?"

Thinking of this, the joy in Doraqi's heart suddenly disappeared.

For thousands of years, the Aurora Human Holy See has made many expeditions to the Night Land regardless of the cost. Although it has never really succeeded, it has brought indelible trauma to the place. Almost all blood generations regard humans as life and death enemies.

If at this moment, when the Night Land is at its weakest, those humans invade...

Thinking of this, Doraqi's face darkened.

If anyone is nearby at this moment, they will find that the prophet Doraqi who is respected by everyone in this nest is actually a teddy dog ​​that resembles the favorite of the upper-class ladies in the principality. Under the brown curly hair, , the young body looks so cute and innocent.

but.

This little blood creature is like a teddy dog, but its dark red eyes are filled with a terrifying and evil light.

Circles of energy magnetic field are spreading in all directions like substance.

It stared at the figures that had fled deep into the blood mist. Although it could no longer see their full faces, Doraqi could clearly sense that these invaders were by no means blood descendants from other tribes, but some kind of ancestors related to the mother. An unknown alien that is incompatible with the nest forest.

"To pay the painters, kill them all!"

Amidst Dorachi's roar, the overwhelming number of blood descendants rushed out of their nest and chased towards the depths of the mist.

In that blood-born mother nest that was like a mountain of flesh, thousands of blood-borns surged out from the cave entrances like bees, chasing intruders from all directions in a rage and rage.

Without the obstruction of the brood creatures, their speed is undoubtedly much faster.

…

Woo.

The eternal death storm is like the wail of the devil.

The manic power of Alpha is raging, and even a tiny piece of gravel will contain destructive power at the terrifying speed of the storm, enough to kill any low-level creature that is not protected by the law.

What's even scarier is.

Even if the creatures that grew up in the Alpha Death Storm during the long process of evolutionary adaptation, even if they barely adapted to this terrible hell environment, their brains, spirits, and souls would still be affected by this wave of energy that originated from another continent tens of thousands of years ago. The power of the lighthouse civilization has lost the possibility of birthing wisdom, and has become a ferocious beast that only knows killing and instinct.

In the storm, only a very small number of specially mutated star-falling guys, or those who evolved to the legendary level in confusion, can accidentally give birth to wisdom.

They are the gravekeepers of civilization’s cemetery and the tears of extinct creatures on the mainland.

This is a metal fortress with a diameter of about 150 meters. With the support of powerful energy, it serves as the most powerful war platform. It floats resolutely and stably in the death storm, resisting the violent force of nature.

It embodies the wisdom and wealth of tens of thousands of human scholars and is the pride of a generation of human scholars.

The Sky Fortress is in the form of a hemisphere.

The lower part of the fortress is assembled from high-strength alloy shells and looks like a giant rectangular metal bowl, while the upper part of the fortress is a forbidden protective cover supported by the internal war tower, protecting the relatively narrow platform inside for leisure. Scholars on a walk.

"Hey, Dany, today must be the third day of the Explorer mission, right?"

A male scholar took the initiative to talk to the female scholar who was absentmindedly looking at the death storm outside the protective shield.

There are many scholars walking on the platform at this moment.

They looked at the storm-raging yellow sky outside the protective shield without any worries. There were even leisurely and elegant scholars holding an outdoor social dance, and some people were lying on the lawn reading leisurely.

After experiencing many hardships, the academic community has initially grasped the power of change and rekindled catastrophes, embarked on a new civilization process, and got rid of its backwardness. Especially after the collapse of the Holy See, the scholars who lost their restraints were like a horse. A wild horse running wild, ushering in the second golden age of technological explosion, with rapid progress happening every day.

"Well, it's the third day."

The female scholar turned around, and there was no worry on her face. It was as if this war was just to eliminate a patch of bugs, and she only needed to click the shutter of the insecticide a few times.

She said goodbye: "It's strange, I actually miss the Holy See now. If those crazy lunatics are still here, how would they feel if they knew that we actually exterminated them in the night where they have been fighting for thousands of years?"

Hearing this, the male scholar couldn't help laughing loudly: "Hahahaha, I think they will tie up the guys who burned the books of ancestors who explored the truth, repent for the crimes they have committed, and then write them in the "Holy Scripture" Let’s join the myth about the sages of academia, after all, those magicians love to excuse themselves and acquit themselves in the name of the Creator.”

"How can this be enough!"

The female scholar said excitedly: "We also want those high-ranking gods to lie on our specimen anatomy table and let me see if they have hearts, souls, and whether they will feel fear and pain. What do you think?" "

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha……"

The scholars of the new wasteland era have almost fanatical confidence in themselves.

Civilized wars that were once close to a life and death test in the eyes of scholars now seem to require only those pioneers who have mastered catastrophic weapons to press a button and a catastrophic weapon to easily decide the life or death of the other party.

What they have to do now is to completely wipe out the continuation of the other party's civilization on the ruins after the disaster, under the cover of hundreds of war machines, and just laugh and laugh before that.