Chapter 1849: 1:1 bomb
"The Stormwind race planet was destroyed, and the Stormwind race loses the qualifications of the Chosen Race, and the race is obliterated."
Once again, the cruel cosmic broadcast rang out, spreading in the world of 5,000 beads to the ears of every member of the Chosen Clan in the universe of billions of trillions.
Every inspector, supervisor, or governor, when he heard this news, they were all stunned and fell into silence. Even though they have heard this kind of cosmic broadcast more than ten times now, there are still waves in their hearts.
A sorrowful feeling of rabbit death and fox came to their hearts, giving them an indescribable irritability.
Who will be the next race to be obliterated?
Nobody knows.
And it is this kind of unknown that has turned countless race governors into mania in their irritability. They know that if they don't want to be obliterated, they need to be stronger than other races and become strong.
Inevitably, under this kind of influence, competition has become more intense.
Many governors silently put away their manic looks and continued to plunge into the fight for the survival of the race.
In the endless universe.
The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan stood in this dark universe, with a cold light in his eyes.
At this time, it is still so enchanting.
This kind of enchantment, which comes naturally from instinct, is the most deadly. Even if there is no life here, no one can appreciate its beauty, but it belongs to instinct, and there is no need to show anything deliberately.
"Sure enough, the Stormwind tribe is over."
Muttered to himself, a look of rejoicing appeared on the face of the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race. In the next moment, the face of the Governor of the Banshee Race was replaced with a touch of joy.
Of course it heard the cosmic broadcast just now. It was indeed a bit chilly at first, and human beings are still too powerful. Using a crushing method and abruptly using a vertical blow, the Baxing tribe and the Storm tribe were wiped out.
If you count down the races in the hands of humans, there are probably more than a dozen races, and they have formed a state of fear towards humans.
But now, the look of the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race was relaxed.
The fear that mankind brings to countless races is precisely where it can be used. The more you fear, the more you think about struggling to survive. Make good use of this, it can do something to build a powerful alliance that can compete with humans.
And this alliance is no longer a three-ethnic structure, but a hundred-ethnic alliance.
It is impossible to stop mankind simply by drawing in two or three races. Just like the alliance of the Bastar tribe, the Stormwind tribe and the Sinking Banshee tribe, it is really too fragile, and the blow of humanity makes them breathless. , It was crushed.
It can be promoted to the Hundred Clan Alliance, and a Hundred Clan Alliance Army can be formed. One clan only needs 100 million patrol agents, that is, 10 billion patrol agents, and 200 million patrol agents for one clan, which is as much as 20 billion patrol agents.
To advance this army, not to mention human beings, it is the tribe of human beings who join forces, and they will only be crushed.
"What a great opportunity."
The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan smiled, and this smile from the bottom of his heart swept the country and the city.
The fear created by humans has become an opportunity for it. If you don't make good use of it, you don't have to compete, you can stop yourself as soon as possible.
The next stop, humans must be aimed at their own people.
Fortunately, the unity of the Sinking Banshee Race, this kind of concerted efforts, can make a big move, and take the Sinking Banshee Race from the human butcher knife. The current Sinking Banshee Race, completely hidden in the darkness, turned into a poisonous snake, giving the three human races a fatal blow at any time.
With a smile on his face, the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race moved away.
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Lu Chuan kept running, because he knew that the two cosmic broadcasts were enough to alarm the Sinking Banshee Race.
If the speed is not fast enough, if you want to win the opponent, I am afraid that you will have to pay a big price.
Lu Chuan of the Baxing tribe and the Storm tribe can see through, but Lu Chuan can't see through this fallen Banshee tribe. From the profitable information, Lu Chuan was dumbfounded anyway, especially their inspectors. The beautiful faces were too in line with human aesthetics, and it made people feel suffocated.
The more this happened, the more Lu Chuan wanted to solve the fallen Banshee Clan so as not to have a huge impact on mankind.
The death of the Governor of the Stormwind happened just after the Baxing tribe was obliterated. Lu Chuan had reason to believe that the death of the Governor of the Stormwind was related to the fall of the Governor of the Banshee Clan. But it was not killed by the Governor of the Banshee Race, which needs to be verified.
The method used by Lu Chuan to sink the mother star of the Banshee Race is also the old method.
I found the inspector of the Sinking Banshee Race, and then used the water elves' illusion to get the location of the competitive planet...Without hesitation, he rushed over with King Kong and Tishna at the fastest speed.
but……
There is nothing but endless darkness in front of you, where is the shadow of the banshee race planet sinking?
"How could this be?" Lu Chuan was surprised.
Tishna frowned: "Could the memory of the inspector of the Sinking Banshee Race be wrong?"
Lu Chuan shook his head and said, "Impossible. This is its deep and true memory. It can't be wrong. It's strange, if a big competitive planet, how could it disappear?"
King Kong did not participate in the topic, it has always been based on Lu Chuan's head.
Tishna put forward her own point of view: "Will they move the competitive planet to other places?"
The more I think about it, the more it seems possible.
Lu Chuan wrinkled his brows and nodded, this depraved banshee clan is a bit evil. Lu Chuan has also done the movement of the planet. Didn’t Mela also cross the bead and return to the galaxy for placement? The opponent can indeed remove the competitive planet.
Here comes the question. Moving the competitive planet is an absolutely simple matter, almost something that can be done without human power. How does the sinking of the Banshee clan transfer?
No matter how Lu Chuan didn't believe it, the facts were facts. The Competitive Planet Sinking Banshee was indeed not here.
This matter has become tricky.
Lu Chuan thought for a moment, and said, "We will go back temporarily and watch our bead world. If there is any change, we will notify each other immediately."
The Universe Communicator has given Tishna and King Kong, and they have also noted the communicator number in their hands, and they can directly find themselves to talk. With this one, the ventilation between each other becomes fast.
Anything can be notified as soon as possible.
The existence of mind movement can be reached within milliseconds, so there is no need to worry about being broken and eaten by the opponent one by one because the three clans are separated.
Tishna and King Kong had no objection, and this incident of sinking into the Banshee Clan disrupted their plans. It was indeed taking advantage of these times to adjust the internal affairs of the race.
It can be said that the Bonewing and Metallic tribe benefited a lot from the Baxing Clan and the Storm Clan, but Lu Chuan did not get anything.
Lu Chuan didn't care too much, the trial points were important, but he really wanted to get it, not impossible.
This time, the intention was to bring the bone-winged clan and the metal clan so as not to leave them too far behind. Otherwise, let other races surpass it, and things will be difficult. Now that the three clans are separated, they are free, and it is not difficult to earn trial points.
Watching Tishna and King Kong leave, Lu Chuan exhaled as he looked at the empty star field here.
It seems that things are not as simple as I thought.
These races, they can't just sit back and die, this is a race to survive, they will become crazy, but whenever there is a chance, they will do their best. Under this kind of heat, who is not fighting with oneself?
To be sure, if I want to get the qualifications of the fifth-level governor, there will be twists and turns.
"No matter what you face, you must win, and you must win, because...this is a competition that you cannot afford to lose."
Lu Chuan muttered to himself, and then left here.
Next, there are too many things to be busy.
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Black dragon beads.
The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan held his arms and stood in front of a huge galaxy.
This galaxy takes the form of a whirlpool, but it is not large, only 30,000 light-years in size.
A galaxy like this is considered a small galaxy in the universe.
but……
This galaxy is famous because it was the birth of the Chosen Clan, and the Black Dragon clan ruled here. Their incomparably powerful physical civilization can cross the universe with their powerful physical bodies. The range of these 30,000 light-years is their activity area.
Especially after their bodies break through the limits of the universe, they can forcibly enter the subspace, crossing light years away.
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The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan stood there with calm eyes.
At this time, dozens of huge black dragons rushed out of the meteorite belt of this galaxy. Their size has reached an astonishing length of more than 20,000 meters. After spreading their wings, they are considered to be wing lengths, reaching more than 50,000 meters, which is more than 2,000 kilometers. They are completely a black dragon tribe, a country of human beings on earth. .
When placed in the universe, their size is actually insignificant. Take the Golden Swallowing Beast for example, in front of the Golden Swallowing Beast, the Black Dragon tribe has become the size of plankton.
But the petite body of the Governor-General of the Banshee Race, in front of the Black Dragon Race, is almost dusty.
But the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan was very calm, just floating in the universe, watching the arrival of the Black Dragon Clan.
That's right, these are just ordinary Black Dragon tribesmen, not even the Chosen One. In the eyes of the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan, they are big, but they are as insignificant as dust. As long as it is willing, it can kill them with a single breath.
But ordinary people of the Black Dragon tribe, whose flesh is so powerful, have ignored the universe. If there are no Chosen Ones and no inspectors, they are completely the overlords of the universewww.ltnovel.com When they see the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race, dozens The heads of the Black Dragon tribe were lined up in front of the Governor of the Sinking Banshee tribe.
One of the Black Dragon tribe members stretched out his huge head in front of the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Tribe. It opened its mouth slightly and its lips were turning. The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Tribe even had less teeth than her own. His teeth are hundreds of times smaller.
An alien who dared to break into this place was simply looking for death.
As the guardians of the black dragon clan, their responsibility is to guard the edge of the galaxy and prevent other alien races from invading. In other words, they are the best in the black dragon clan, and they are truly strong.
The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan sneered and stretched out his hand in the void: "Go away, you are not qualified enough, let your king come out to see me."
The Black Dragon King of this cosmic universe, the Chosen of the Black Dragon, has grown into an inspector.
The Governor of the Sinking Banshee tribe simply grabbed it, and time froze, and these Black Dragon tribe members couldn't even move. Then, he pushed them directly away from his front, especially the black dragon clan who stretched his head in front of him, and the Governor of the Sinking Banshee clan flicked his fingers in the air, and against the huge body, it was in the sky. Under the force, they were blown away, and disappeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.
For a long time, there was a gleam of light behind, this Black Dragon tribe collided with a planet, and the planet exploded.
The Governor General of the Sinking Banshee tribe made a huge wave in their hearts with simple and incomparably simple shots. They are the strongest of the Black Dragon tribe, but they don't even have room to resist. Why don't they be surprised?
What kind of powerful existence could this little thing be?
They can't tolerate them not paying attention, this strength, their king may not be able to retreat.