Chapter 963: real
The explosion roared and the ground moved.
The entire nucleus research station is almost as large as a small planet. However, under the collective bombardment of hundreds of "reverse" warships, this huge space building still produces terrible shaking. Every cabin in the space station echoed a terrifying popping sound. The huge and solid crystal domes and prisms made a soothing noise in the vibrations. The crystals filled with energy burst in the overload, corridor There is a pungent smell in the middle, and the arcane energy that floats like a mist. The prisoner who had just gained freedom rushed to the nearest exit behind a small group of fighting elites, and he was surrounded by the mysterious officer who suddenly appeared.
Along the way, this small team experienced a difficult battle beyond imagination. It was not Hao Ren and his party that blocked them, but the automatically activated warning units in the space station: there are arcane guards like glowing gels, and there are also waving Self-discipline machines with numerous metal tentacles rushing up, as well as whistle turrets that popped up from various walls and roofs. These messy things have unimaginable combat power. The elite combatants have suffered huge casualties in dealing with such seemingly mixed soldiers. When they finally rush to a catapult channel, they can faintly watch. When it comes to the outer space of the universe, less than one-third of the people in the team are still alive.
"Damn...what are these ghosts..." The officer of the scepter of the scepter screamed with a low arm. "When did this universe appear this inexplicable force..."
"They are afraid of coming from another world," the prisoner recalled the strange power of Hao Ren and his team. The tone quickly reminded me, "I listened to them talking about the topic of crossing the universe. Be careful, they will definitely take me at all costs." Grab it back."
"Let's go out and talk about it from here." The officer snorted and led the rest of the people to run quickly toward the exit.
Just then, they suddenly felt a special sway in the corridor below their feet.
The walls on both sides of the corridor and the ceiling above began to deform at the same time, and then slowly closed.
"They want to block this place!" the officer screamed. "Everyone, hurry! Go out from here!!"
Even the “reverse” race, which is considered to be God, has an instinct to avoid death. Under the pressure of the catastrophe, everyone broke out at an alarming rate. The prisoner himself did not even think that he had retained such good physical strength after such a long period of imprisonment and mental torture. He rose into the air and used all his strength to fly forward. Only the sound of the whistling wind was heard in the ear, and the corridor walls and ceilings that were being squeezed out quickly retreated in his field of vision, turning into a series of blurry illusions. There were a few beams coming from behind, and he heard the screams of his friends before they died. It might be that the strange robots that are full of tentacles have caught up here. But what is the use of him without turning back? Only let everyone die here.
So he desperately flew forward, the last ten meters, the last five meters, the last one meter, the next moment, escaped the birth day.
He passes through a thin film of light that should be the inner and outer filter barrier of the space station. After entering the vacuum of the universe, he was relieved, and in his mind came the voice of the officer who rescued himself from the cage: "It seems that only two of us have survived."
The man who had just gained freedom looked back at the space station that had imprisoned him to this day and looked for a place to escape from his birth. He saw a gate that had just closed. Some pale gold blood is splashing out of the gap in the gate, creating a condensed mist in space.
In the distant space behind him, the huge golden battleship is still bombarding the seemingly indestructible light blue energy shield of the space station.
A small shuttle sprinted from the direction of the fleet, which had a weird shape like a curved lobster. The officer touched the prisoner's arm: "Leave it here first, and I will explain to you the current situation on the spacecraft."
The prisoner nodded, but when he saw the shuttle, he couldn't help but ask a question: "Well? The planet is a model of the fighter? How is it used here?"
"...The world has been turned upside down, and there are more places for your doubts." The officer shook his head. "The war was already 10,000 years ago."
They took the shuttle and finally returned to the mothership under the cover of the friendly gunfire. When stepping into the mothership, I saw the familiar decorations and reliefs in the mothership. The two talents were relieved at the same time, and there was a good fortune after the robbery.
The fleet immediately began to retreat, and the huge golden warships jumped into the warping space one after another as they came, when the outer cosmic starry sky turned into a darkness. The officer only looked at the soldier he had just rescued: "What is your name?"
"Nakuru," the man who had just gained freedom was immersed in the joy of the rest of his life, consciously replied, and after answering, he remembered to ask the origins of these same people. "Where are you from? Huge fleet... Is my family still prosperous?"
"I am very curious about how the people in the space station told you."
"Those people say that my family has been extinct in the glory of God's punishment," Nakuru frowned. "They also said that it was already 10,000 years ago. Because the door of Suluen was swallowed by time and space, I was stagnated for 10,000 years."
"They didn't lie in the second half of the sentence," the officer nodded. "It is indeed 10,000 years later. As for us... this is a long story. After returning to the station, I will let you see the power we have left. The war has almost destroyed everything, my family has been severely wounded, and the remaining technology and ethnic groups have been mostly distorted."
Saying, the officer’s face showed a smile: “So when we heard that Su Lun’s door suddenly appeared, and there were signs of time and space and your clues, everyone was ecstatic, you are now us. The priceless treasure, you experienced the war in person, you know what we don't know."
After listening to the officer’s statement, Nakuru couldn’t help but be sluggish. He once heard the words “10,000 years” and “time distortions” from those who captured himself, but he was always skeptical, but now, this The terrible saying was confirmed by his own people.
The officer noticed Nakuru’s hesitation. He reached out and patted on the other’s shoulder: “You should remember the pride of my family and not be defeated by these setbacks. Now we need to rebuild the glory of the year. Everything you know is right. We are all very important."
Nakuru looked puzzled at the other side's action on his shoulder and slowly nodded: "...I should contribute to the reconstruction of the new **** civilization."
Then he quickly reminded: "In addition, you must also be careful of those who live in the Crystal Space Station. Although they have suffered a loss this time, they will certainly retaliate at all costs. Those guys have the power I have never seen before. And the space station is only a small part of their massive power. Their leader has a disgusting atmosphere, and the breath seems to be vaguely related to the old god."
The officer was just a simple sigh, and took Nakuru to the depths of the mothership. Along the way, Nakuru found that there were very few people in the ship, and everyone was in a hurry and there was no conversation between them. He couldn’t help but be curious: “Now the 'Holy Spirit’ class’s mothership is on Is there only such a person?"
"That war caused us to suffer heavy casualties. Even the people who survived were affected by the curse of the goddess. For 10,000 years, our population has hardly recovered." The officer vaguely explained, "So what we want to know now." It is how the warriors of 10,000 years ago confronted the power of the goddess. We must quickly regain this ability to resist divinity, otherwise our family will soon be extinct under the curse."
"The curse of the goddess?" Nakuru's footsteps gradually slowed down. "And you didn't even know the roots of the war at the beginning?"
"Well, the curse of the goddess, the curse not only took life, but also made the memory of the people and the confusion of the mind. The first generation who survived quickly died in the frenzy, and did not leave much knowledge." Explain, "How did the warriors solve the problem of divinity in the past? We found the runes against the divine nature from the equipment left in the year, but those runes can only deal with the weapons left by the goddess, but they cannot fight the goddess. In itself, this is very confusing. If there is no extra strength, how did the warriors 10,000 years ago kill God?"
"The roots of the universe have already forsaken you..." Nakuru’s voice was in a strange tone. "No... He has implanted divine power into the soul of my family. Our resistance to divinity and magic. Sex should be permanent..."
"The roots of the universe?" The officer's voice suddenly raised the half-order, but he immediately realized his own grievances and quickly regained his face. "We only know the name, but we don't know his origins at all."
"Cann't the people of todayadays hear the voice? The great voice from the beginning of the world?" Nakuru suddenly stopped, the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally slowly gloomy, "I always feel Very strange..."
"I can understand, after all, you and us have a difference of 10,000 years," the officer nodded if he had nothing to do. "I will take you to the leader of the fleet. He also has many questions to ask you, such as killing the goddess." The fall of the sword."
Nakuru did not say anything, but just stood still in the face, and the officer frowned. "What happened?"
"I admit, I am stunned," Nakuru stared at the eyes of the "officer". "You are so cunning."
Opposite Nakuru, Hao Ren spread his hands: "When did I start to show up?"
(The two days may be single more...(>_))(^)