Chapter 636 Doomsday Carnival

Somewhere on Mars.

Looking at the huge star in the sky that was about to fall to the ground and bring destruction, the Black Beast tribe felt that the end had come. Even their chief gave up struggling and called on everyone to start the doomsday carnival.

A beast-like creature with rough brown and black skin, only wrapped in a few circles of linen around its waist, was living in a state of intoxication with the tacit approval of the leader, enjoying himself as he pleased.

It is rare to see this on weekdays. All the narcotic drinks stored in the deepest part of the tribe have been moved out of the cellar, and the supply of insufficient food has been released. Anyway, after eating this meal, there is no need to worry about it in the future. Hungry thing.

The long-eared prisoners of war, which were previously only available to tribal warriors, were now all brought to the sacrificial square without falling to the ground. There were black orcs in twos and threes everywhere, surrounding a long-eared prisoner with their hands up and down.

"Do it!" This was the sound of several orcs clinking glasses.

"Fuck!" This is their scolding voice.

"Fuck!" This was the sound of clothes being torn.

For a moment, the wild laughter of the orcs, the sound of wine belching, and the cries of the long-ears resounded throughout the entire camp.

…

"It's a pity that we don't have the chance to live to see the day when the Kingdom of Serving Heaven is born."

The chief of the Black Beast Tribe, who had entered the sage mode, was smoking a cigarette afterward, with a calm face, spending his last time thinking about the beast's life.

As for the little minions on the side, no one cared about the chief who was a fast shooter, and they were all enjoying themselves.

Even those who usually know how to flatter people have chosen to join the doomsday carnival. Only the weak wails of the long-eared people tell the fact that not everyone is enjoying it.

Everyone is going to die, so what’s the future?

…

"We will use our strength to save the world!"

Just as the Black Beast Tribe was having a doomsday carnival, the voice from Yinghuo suddenly sounded, frightening several soldiers on the spot and surrendering their guns.

Instinctively, the orcs knew that this was the voice of their god.

God is as powerful as hell!

Of course, after the shock, there was ecstasy!

“God has not given up on us!”

They pushed away the long ears under their bodies and knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes to pray.

As a primitive tribe with parallel divine power and royal power, most people in the Black Beast Tribe still retain a considerable degree of piety towards the gods.

The priests in the tribe, like the chiefs, have a lofty status and can decide life and death with a single word.

But in despair, they chose to vent rather than pray.

…

As soon as Yinghuo's words came out, almost all the native creatures left on Mars rekindled their belief in life.

Through countless threads of faith as dense as a spider web, their vision was able to pass through numerous obstacles and directly "see" the giant who was over two hundred meters tall in the form of Yinghuo.

It's a pity that the primitive tribes who have not yet completely unified and popularized weights and measures don't know how heavy the moon is. They just blindly believe that God is omnipotent.

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"If I survive this time, I'll let go of all these long ears."

The ice mugwort in the chief's mouth that served as smoke afterward had just burned to the end.

After going through a circle between life and death, it suddenly felt that the Kingdom of Serving Heaven that it had always wanted to build seemed to be so boring.

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"River of Yangyan, launch!"

Immediately after Yinghuo's transformation, Tiqi also triggered the penultimate step in his plan.

The star-destroying weapon on the moon, Yang Yan, activated its second mode, the auxiliary mode, and cooperated with the psychic network system covering the entire planet fortress.

A long river composed purely of spiritual energy started from the launch port of the Yangyan launch silo, passed through the hole prepared in advance in the artificial atmosphere, and rushed towards Mars at a terrifying speed.

"It's your turn next." Tiqi used the fastest speed to transmit the parts of the plan related to Bai Mo to him. "This time, I owe you an extra favor."

"Good luck."

…

Bai Mo raised his right hand, his palm facing the Yangyan River.

A thick darkness surged out from his palm, instantly flooding the surrounding hundreds of square meters.

Whether it is the naked eye or psychic vision, nothing can be sensed except darkness in this area.

He let go of his ability to absorb energy to welcome the flow of spiritual energy that came all the way from the moon to "remotely charge" him.

…

The collision of light and darkness is a bit different from what others imagined. They completed the docking quietly, or more like - the fusion of water and milk.

The pure spiritual energy originating from the psychic energy network system was absorbed by the open black hole of white ink almost without any hindrance. The color of Oreo briefly appeared at the intersection of light and darkness, and then returned to darkness.

The muscles in Bai Mo's right hand supporting the black hole began to swell, and soon they changed from the size of an ordinary person's arm to the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh.

But this was far from the end. It turned into a thigh-thick arm, and was squeezed into a state thicker than the waist under the crazy influx of psychic energy.

Then there was a wing on the shoulder adjacent to the right hand, which was inspired by spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy continued to wander, and his left hand, left leg, and right leg all collapsed one after another, turning into muscle sticks, and the left wing also grew out.

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"Has he lost his sense of pain?" Tiqi keenly discovered that although his body had changed greatly, Bai Mo's expression had not changed at all.

According to his usual experiments, if the body is rapidly strengthened by such a large amount of psychic energy, even if it is just a clone, part of the pain will still return to the original body.

The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow when the body is forcibly transformed is enough to move any Iron Warrior.

"Do you know what the word Wanxiang means?" Bai Mo seemed to notice Tiqi's confusion and explained on his own.

“That’s a level where you can simulate the appearance and even the microstructure of various existences at will.

The only thing that can restrain us is racial self-perception. "

“What we think we are is what we are, whether it’s male or female, black or white, human or beast, it doesn’t matter at all.”

In just five seconds, Bai Mo changed five different faces to confirm his words, one of which was Tiqi's own face.

"I still want to be a human being..." After listening to Bai Mo's words, Tiqi put on a serious face.

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"This projection is still too weak."

The river of Yangyan, which condenses the hope of the entire moon, is also a seventh-level energy level. Now that it is all injected into Bai Mo, the sixth-level clone, it is really a bit reluctant.

Many cracks visible to the naked eye began to gradually appear on Bai Mo's face and body, adding a sense of extreme expansion to the huge and twisted muscles.

ps: I have collected 60,000 pieces of broken books. I will write a black beast to celebrate. I understand everything.