MTL - Dark Blood Age-Chapter 1803 The brilliance and cruelty of life

This ship has also been breached in many places, and the lives inside the ship are racing to repair it. At the same time, a large number of weapons of the warship are still firing continuously.

Behind it rushed out, in the dark area of ​​countless fragments, its enemy fleet was burning.

The enemy's strongest battleship finally burst into the air, and in the intense radiation stream, a life form strong to the peak of the source gate was torn into pieces.

Amidst the fragments, a fierce shadow burst out immediately, like a **** of war, shattering all the enemy's power to block them.

Afterwards, it shot into the scarred warship like a cannonball.

As soon as we entered the battleship, a large number of life on the ship was ready for emergency rescue.

Its consciousness has been very blurred, and its life body has been crushed in many places and seriously injured, but its eyes are still firmly supporting the last trace of sobriety. It finds the most urgent and most desired lives.

"Ningzhi, I'm going to do it, I'll leave it to you next." It seized the time and struggled and said to them:

"After I die, you will automatically be promoted to the highest commander of the fleet. After you die, Bing will automatically be promoted. Bing, after you die, let Pittsburgh be automatically promoted to the post. After the death of Pittsburgh, I have done the details when I set off. Arrange, you must complete our task and send things to the left-handed **** store."

While Ning Zhi called resources to rescue it at any cost, he almost yelled at it: "Why don't you honor the treasure? Why not!? The entire fleet was hit with only one ship, and even you were killed! ?"

It is struggling as if it has been argued many times in the past: "You are a life in the starry sky, you know better than me, and you know why."

It looked at the young shell-carrying human: "You will encounter a life stronger than the source gate later. That is the spirit, what do we have? Moreover, there may be more than one. At that time, you will meet What to resist? We only have precious treasures, and we can use it once less once. We can't gamble on luck to bet just enough."

The shell-carrying man is rescuing it with a technical ability that is not inferior to the Ningzhi tribe: "Teacher, we will definitely be able to save you, we will definitely!"

It sighed dissatisfied with the shell man’s answer:

"You must remember that we will never follow the banner of the left-handed **** reserve, never, not only useless, but also because we are its only real reinforcement!"

Ning Zhi seemed to have lost the reason that a star race should have, and said fiercely: "In order to rescue it, we have killed eleven source gates, 83 cardinals, 305 warships, and a lot of lives! Now even You have to get in too!"

Facing the condensate, its eyes finally began to quickly dissipate, saying: "Before I set off, my teacher said that our mission is related to the life and death of the gods. Its life and death are related to the plan of the nobleman, and the plan of the nobleman is related to The future of each of us is not to save it, but to save ourselves. Ning Zhi, you actually know better than me."

Ning Zhi didn't listen at all, and was still working hard to rescue it.

Its gaze has entered a blur: "It's useless, condensate, ice, when have you been so irrational? I know my situation best, and I don't need to waste the resources in the ship."

Its vital characteristics finally collapsed and quickly collapsed. When it became blurred, it persuaded the Ning Zhi in a vague manner: "Do you remember that little drow? Do you remember, it was the shadow of our life..."

"Master!"

"Domain Envoy!"

"Domain Envoy!"

"Domain Envoy!"

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"You are the youngest and most promising snow envoy today, you can't just die like this! I forbid you to die!"

The last voice of Ning Zhi echoed in the warship for a long time.

The lives involved in the rescue withdrew from the rescue one after another in despair, only Ning Zhi still refused to give up, still desperately and crazy but doomed to rescue in vain—rescuing the corpse that was gradually cold.

The repaired warship restarted all its thrusters, accelerated like a roar, and rushed to its mission destination.

The battlefield it left, fragments flew across, the flames of war were annihilated, and countless lives were buried in the starry sky.

It flew to the destination, on the route, such a general fight is staged every moment.

No one knows when the fast beating number will abruptly stop, and no one knows if he will be lucky enough to catch the last number.

The only thing that can be determined is that every time you kill a life in front of you, every time you kill a life that is about to catch up with you, you will definitely be closer to the lucky number.

Every life and race in different routes desperately speeds up the flight, desperately destroying competitors before and after their routes.

Even if it is a spiritual life, that changing number will not give them preferential treatment, as long as it is late, they will be turned away.

They speed up with spiritual accumulation at any cost. Under the iron law of the speed of light of the universe, even if they accelerate to the limit, they cannot catch up with other spaceships that are already far ahead of them. So they start to launch a spiritual attack that runs at the speed of light, killing everything, killing everything. Drop as many competitors as possible.

The movement of death has reached a magnificent peak in the incandescent competition of various life races under the interweaving of spirit attacks.

The flames of fighting have been extended to the boundary between life and death in the destination.

Crossing this dividing line can be the same as occupying a survival figure, which is the hope of life, and failing to rush out is desperate destruction.

On this spherical dividing line, the sporadic warfare from the beginning, gradually, as more and more warships and lives arrived, it became a starry hell, full of raging warfare, but it was all The contest between life and death.

Countless lives died on the interface, and countless warships were dismembered and burst.

The entire decomposition surface was covered with various debris and various corpses.

There is no sympathy, no trust, only life and death.

A spirit attack that occasionally kills, instantly clears everything outside the interface.

Life and death, one world on one side.

The first spiritual life finally appeared. Before it rushed in, it killed all the lives outside the interface that dared to compete with it.

However, when it rushed in, it was stunned for an instant.

Inside and outside the interface, these two worlds, at this moment, seem to show the greatest brilliance of life and the greatest cruelty of life at the same time!

There was a **** fight outside the dividing line, and within the dividing line, those victors, those lucky first-comers who rushed in, were dying frantically.

One battleship, one star race, a large number of suicides of their own race's excess lives, only to maintain the minimum required number limit, in order to maximize the number they already possessed in large quantities-the chance of survival.

Let it out to other lives and races struggling in hell!

This spiritual life was shocked for a while, it naturally understood the starry sky life, but it hadn't seen so many starry sky races unite to do this.

It was the first time I saw it in its life.

It just arrived, and I don’t know if it is the spontaneous behavior of these many starry sky races, or is it controlled by someone, such as the order of the **** reserve?

If it is the former, it will even make it shudder.

Even if it is spirit! Possess the power far beyond these starry sky lives.

It seemed to be aware of the horror of summoning the left-handed gods of these starry sky races.