nycdaug Chapter 428 Shuffle
Chapter 428 Shuffle
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Miaoying opened her eyes. Just now, Zhang Lingyou, who was sitting motionless on the throne, had changed. His injuries began to heal, and the wounds no longer spewed out energy with high concentrations of pollution.
But why?
Although no one said it explicitly, all the gods knew about the injuries in Zhang Lingyou's body. His internal condition must be very bad. Even Huifeng could not rely on the sharing of power to affect his internal state.
The core injury will only burst at the moment when it can no longer support itself, and it will never heal instantly. Such coercive measures will only bring more burdens to Him.
Something must have happened...
"Look at that egg, the projection inside Lingyou is no longer releasing pollution.
Moreover, the last back-up plan left for the interim government was still activated... Ling You cares about this matter very much."
Huifeng lowered his head and remained silent for a while, without saying anything more. He just emphasized: "The embryo activation process has already begun. Call the others over and let them see it. This is one of the plans Ling You left behind.
We can't stop the progress of research and development. We haven't developed rapidly for tens of millions of years. We only have a general understanding of many techniques. This time we can win, all thanks to the hardware equipment and the balance of power of the opponent. We didn't widen the gap. Come on."
Miaoying looked at Huifeng in shock as he gently patted his shoulder. This felt a little wrong.
Are humans important to Zhang Lingyou?
unimportant
Are the gods important to Zhang Lingyou?
Not important
What really matters is the big plan, and the fact that these outcasts have such weight suggests that something has been overlooked by Him.
Thinking of this, Miaoying tried to find something she had overlooked across Changyuan.
. . .
The collapse of space-time nodes brings about a chain reaction
If someone could look down at the overall situation in a high-dimensional observation room, they would find that hundreds of river systems that were once clearly separated from each other are now interconnected.
For a short time, they merged into a huge disc with a high bulge in the middle, and then dispersed in all directions, returning to a disc-shaped distribution.
Creatures in a state of change, especially the three imperial fleets that do not have sufficient strategic bases, are more disturbed.
The overall changes of the galaxy, which took tens of thousands of years, were redistributed within just a few days, and the speed of movement of the planets had already exceeded the speed of light.
With the help of "The Manifesto", galaxies move busily but not chaotically. A thin layer of faint light protects the stars and the creatures inside. A simple space-time stillness field ensures that they will not die suddenly in the high-speed movement produced out of thin air.
This is a big threat. You must know that the official warships of Zhendan can also be protected, but those of the three empires cannot be protected.
The range of changes in the material universe is too wide, and the stars move too fast. Even the Necrons do not have time to flash into the space cracks. They have to rely on dodging to save their lives.
Forget about using naval guns to blow up the planet. The light layer is just thin, not weak. The world engine has been tried and it can't do anything.
Besides, a star at this speed is already a terrifying weapon, and if it is shattered, its kinetic energy will be weakened, and it will not be able to withstand it.
Of course, how could it be so simple to be used as a last resort by the provisional government?
I was afraid that those lucky guys would find a good place and survive the disaster, so I prepared to finish them off.
The flames from the Burner filled the universe, with crackling lightning mixed in it. Thunder and fire burned through space, swept through dimensions, and cleaned up the warships that had finally survived.
The Laughing God pounced beside the holographic projection in the side hall of the Pantheon, his eyes bloodshot. He could already feel the wailing of the elves.
"Is this... a skyfire funeral?"
“It should be, on a smaller scale than I thought.
Rumor has it that a huge fire broke out when the Star God Burner was shattered.
The torrent of fire, like a natural disaster, broke through the barriers of the world, burning in both the material and illusory worlds, causing countless casualties.
However, it was the raging flames that burned up the psychic waves that served as fuel, and the same was true for the material universe.
Without the victims speaking out, there will naturally be no secondary disasters.”
Aisha stared at the hellish material universe, shocked.
In the War in Heaven, the Eldar gods were not strong enough to truly turn the tide of the war, and the fire was not something He could face.
At this moment, the two survivors' worship of the Ancient Saint reached another peak. It was hard to imagine what kind of will the Ancient Saint had to defeat the Star God.
Powerful psychic races died on a large scale, and there was no star god to devour their souls. The Burning Heaven Fire could not burn them all out in a short time. The pain of being burned to death by the flames was unbearable, so it caused huge waves in the Sea of Souls.
It would be a huge waste if too many resources could not be absorbed. He was extremely anxious and his mind was working rapidly, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
After all, in the past, the God of Laughter was just an ordinary Eldar god, and his status in the Pantheon was just so-so. He was not as bad as the Eldar God of Death, whose vital signs could not be maintained normally, nor could he be as successful as the God of Hunting.
He was totally unaware of many of these knowledge and methods, and the God King's lineage was uprooted by Zhang Lingyou, leaving no chance for inheritance. The royal family of the Spirit Clan were all captured, and the remaining gods were killed by Huifeng. What could he do?
"The winds of magic."
The sudden voice brought suggestions and scared the God of Laughter. This was not something that Aisha could make. It contained powerful strength. Although not as strong as Asuyan, she was also one of the few strong people nowadays.
Looking back, two orc gods were standing in front of the Laughing God. They were already two individuals, and surprise appeared on his face.
"Don't waste the opportunity. The soul vibration has already pushed the tide to form. You can take the opportunity to inject the magic wind into the missing position."
Calming down his mind, the Laughing God knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, but he still asked: "It seems that my race and the wind of magic cannot be integrated very well, so the conversion efficiency is not high."
“Only after the conversion can we talk about efficiency. You have wasted all the energy. I want to feel sorry for you… but do you have the qualifications?
Don't expect anything else, this is the only way to make use of your remaining energy, otherwise your crops will die in vain."
“How?”
The Laughing God made his decision quickly, but when he was about to take action, he found that he had no idea what to do.
“Pantheon, rotate the positions of the Goddess of Life and the God of Death and immerse them in the tide. Use the cycle of life and death to bring them together. Throw the Magic Wind over while no one dares to go up to it.
but…"
Gaoka and Maoka said in unison: "Don't let it really sit in that position. Once it gets close and gains some authority, bring it back, incubate it, and teach it."
Without worrying about whether he would kill the God of Death, the God of Laughter simply pulled out the seats and threw the two rotating seats into the Sea of Souls like a casting line.
"How did you become like this? It's not good for you to be separated from him."
"I was injured by that guy. I can't survive unless I abandon the body near the wound."
As Gaoka spoke, a green blood mist exploded from his body.
"Still having an impact?"
"It shouldn't be. It's my little ones who can't hold on any longer."
The maoka finger points to the material universe, and the green finger points to the universe of burning fire.
The wrath of the Star God is cleansing the world. The surviving orcs and elves are different. They stand together in formation. The biological force field cannot prevent the fire from burning them, but it can ensure that the flames gradually erode from the outside to the inside.
The orcs remained silent, with only the crackling sound of burning. The orcs in front were burned, while the orcs behind remained motionless, quietly waiting for the flames to devour them.
"Aren't you going to save them?"
“It can’t be put out. Neither you nor I dare touch this fire.
We are different from the Necrons. The power of the Star God fragments cannot put out the fire, but at least we can preserve a piece of pure land.
You can fish them out, but what comes out are not them.
If the Eldar degenerate into monkeys, are they still Eldar? "
"What if my tribe leaves a spark of fire for the orcs?"
Behind me, a cold voice came, as if coming from a dull tomb.