Chapter 607 The Counterattack of the Will of Opportunity!

In a sense, the Ancients and their descendants are the natural enemies of all worlds.

However, things often do not have absolute attributes, especially when the Ancients are ready to use some relatively mild methods to corrupt and replace the world will, the world will will instinctively resist.

As the pan-consciousness of the entire world, the world will has no specific thinking and no form, so its resistance is to cultivate those intelligent creatures with firm will and form inside the world, and not hesitate to grant them various permissions.

These creatures are generally called "children of destiny" or "saviors". Basically, the protagonist templates that can be imagined are widely present in these creatures. The so-called miracles are commonplace, and upgrading and becoming stronger is as simple as drinking water.

The number of these children of destiny is closely related to the crisis encountered, ranging from one to dozens, which is basically the last hope and counterattack of a world.

If the crisis is resolved, the power and authority controlled by these children of destiny are enough to make them become gods in the world, but the Ancients have special experience in dealing with these children of destiny.

In fact, the predecessors of most of the descendants of the ancients were the so-called children of destiny. Only the last essence of these worlds could maintain themselves in the power of the ancients and then be sublimated.

This information is not a secret, but in terms of level, other creatures may not be able to know it.

Bang!

The steel-cast gate collapsed, and in the billowing smoke and dust, there was a team of fully armed Barbarian Civilization power mechas, each step left a deep footprint on the ground.

But what disappointed them was that there was no creature behind the door. They could only see some traces of the silver-skinned people's life, but they had been cleaned up. Obviously, the original residents here had left, and even seemed to be in an orderly manner.

"Lost trace, they left!"

The leading mecha warrior was three meters tall, holding a high-energy particle cannon, scanning the entire space, and finally stopped at the passage that led in all directions, speaking in an indifferent and cold tone like a machine.

"Got it!"

Another voice came out in his ears: "At any cost, we must"

Zheng!

The mecha warrior could no longer hear the following words, because at this moment, a swift figure fell from above their heads, followed by a trembling cold sound in the air, accompanied by a low hum, and his head and armor disappeared directly on his shoulders!

However, this was just the beginning, because as soon as the humming sound appeared, this figure shuttled through the team of mecha warriors at an imperceptible speed, as if it were a real phantom, and the bright white light was like a forked lightning, flashing in the air!

Snap!

Finally, at the back of the team, a slight footstep fell, and with a clang, the sharp long swords held by both hands were inserted into the alloy scabbards behind them.

Plop!

Until then, the mecha warriors who were stiff behind him fell to the ground like puppets that were pushed down.

The pungent smell of acidic blood filled the air. The silver-skinned man turned around. His body was strong and agile, but what was impressive was that there were hexagonal metal scales on his face, and two sharp horns appeared on his forehead.

He squatted down and picked up a mecha warrior's helmet. The solid metal and the flesh inside all showed very flat cross-sections. He shook it gently and shook out the stiff head.

However, the silver-skinned man didn't care at all. Instead, he turned the helmet over and looked at the empty eyes, as if he was looking at another person across the air.

"Don't you want to say something?"

After a moment, the silver-skinned man suddenly spoke, with indescribable anger in his breath. His palm suddenly exerted force, squeezing the all-metal helmet and making it creak.

"What do you want to hear?"

A voice suddenly came from the helmet, and then the eyes lit up, as if someone was looking at him through it.

"A lot, about betrayal, about massacre, the last hope of our civilization was destroyed by you, but you don't want to tell me why?"

His fingers pinched five marks on the helmet, and it was obvious that he had surpassed the level of ordinary silver-skinned people in terms of strength and physique.

"Pathetic race, I thought you would ask something useful, such as how to survive from our hands!"

The voice in the helmet chuckled, with a cold and ruthless feeling.

"Run away, poor guy, bring death and destruction to your kind, our eyes are always like a shadow, accompanying you through every corner, killing every survivor."

Crack!

The sound stopped abruptly, because this sturdy helmet was actually pinched by this silver-skinned man to produce sparks, and then twisted into a ball of scrap metal.

The surging anger accumulated in his heart, making his eyes like red-hot coal cores, flashing a terrifying burning light.

"No, this time, it's your turn!"

"Swish!"

In the command room of the mothership, Mond's face did not change at all as he watched the screen image suddenly disappear. Instead, he turned his head and looked at his companions with cold eyes.

"His strength has grown again, which is not in line with our expectations. After the next operation, we will just destroy him!"

"Yeah!"

The figure beside him nodded: "In fact, he is not the only one whose strength is growing rapidly. It seems that there is a force secretly manipulating them and wants them to escape from our control!"

"Is it those guys hiding underground?"

Mond's eyes were thoughtful.

Time never stops for anyone. In a blink of an eye, another half a month has passed. During this period, following the will of the Mother of Fear, he helped those destructive creatures and destroyed the survival points of the silver-skinned people one after another.

The mothership suspended in the sky is unstoppable. Any identified target cannot escape the fate of destruction, but the tenacity of life is always amazing. The remaining silver-skinned survivors have hidden deeper underground to avoid detection and attacks from the mothership.

In a short period of time, the mothership went from being the last hope of the Barbarian Civilization to the last straw that broke the camel's back, and successfully attracted all the hatred. In this case, it became a more difficult task to find survivors.

So Mond secretly released a group of silver-skinned soldiers, let them escape, and then used them to find survival points underground. The original plan went smoothly, but gradually, they found something wrong.

The speed at which these baits released by them increased in strength was too fast, and the backlash against them came unexpectedly early.

"Perhaps, they should all be eliminated."

Mond keenly sensed something wrong, and the spirituality that was blinded by the world's will was warning him.

When he exposed his identity, it meant that for the world's will, he also went from being an outsider to being an insider, and he was caught in it unknowingly.

However, this warning also meant that there was a force around him that was enough to threaten him.

Crash!

Suddenly, countless monsters, so dense that they covered the sky, rose from every corner of the earth, like a surging tide, hitting the mothership.

In the dark, a great existence cast his gaze.