"Boom!"
A blood-colored shockwave pierced through the swarm of insects, spreading in all directions. That was the powerful energy-gathering detonation weapon of the Predator Galaxy civilization. Its level was about the same as the Continental Quake List that Grimm had once obtained.
If this had happened in the Small World, this explosion alone would have destroyed a small piece of land.
However, in the Void Meteorite Great World, a great world with sufficient capacity, it was not worth mentioning. The powerful restraints of the rules had suppressed too much power, and this great world had enough capacity to withstand this level of destructive power.
The sky was filled with a sea of insects, and the entire crater of the mine source was raining insect corpses. "Boom", "Boom", the sounds of the Predator Battleships exploding were incessant.
This restlessness, through the distant space, was transmitted to two eyes that were silently watching from even further away.
"There must be a secret there! That Predator Mineral Source must have discovered something! Otherwise, how could there be so many large-scale battles in such a short period of time? There must be a huge discovery! We must inform the Wise Ones immediately, and ask the Wise Ones Elder to send more high-level Underworld Bizarro Division legions. We can't miss this opportunity! "
Brulu was incessant, and with a "wah", he spat out a rag doll.
The cloth doll smiled evilly. Using some kind of mysterious power, it drew circles on its face with its two fingers, looking embarrassed and shy.
"You must hug me, let me feel the warmth of your arms, and kiss me. Only then can I help you."
Brulu opened his arms and hugged the rag doll, letting the rag doll rub its head in his arms with a look of enjoyment. After a while, he kissed the rag doll's face.
"Go inform the Wise Ones Elder about the battle here. Go now."
The rag doll giggled, and like a puff of smoke, disappeared.
On the other side, Grimm was sitting on a boulder, the Robe of Representations making his body translucent. His tri-colored eyes and six pairs of compound eyes were looking at the battle in the distant crater. He was not in a hurry, and actually picked up a cup of hot tea, quietly sipping it.
Brulu wanted to say something when he saw this, but he quickly realized how impatient he was and sat down slowly as well.
After drinking two mouthfuls of hot tea, Brulu could no longer hold it in and said, "Honorable Underworld Weaver, what should we do now? Do you want me to blow the signal for the Craftsmen to assemble?"
Whoosh …
Blowing on the hot tea, Grimm took a sip and put down the teacup amidst the soothing laughter under the Mask of Truth. He looked at the Mystic Silk wrapped around his right hand. One pale green flame, two pale green flames, three …
At this moment, there were as many as fifteen pale green flames, which were within the sensing range of the Dark Mystery Belt.
There were a total of fifteen Level Six creatures!
"How spectacular and beautiful, but if this goes on, the war that your three civilizations are trying so hard to restrain will start again soon."
Grimm moved his right palm a little and looked at the green flame on it with a satisfied expression.
"It looks like your Elder Fool is going to be disappointed. He's only been here for a month, and he's going back. Hehehehe."
Brulu held his breath, and after a while, he suddenly said, "It was the Mystic Silk Loom that guided Elder Fool to join the Craftsmen race in this war. We're doing this to make the future of the Craftsmen race better. You won't understand, Magus Vanquish."
"Hehehehe. Magi only know that fate needs to be grasped by oneself and not guided by fate. From your war, I can only see the Iron Blood Civilization and the Broodmother Civilization fighting for supremacy. Compared to them, your Craftsmen civilization has no competitiveness at all. You're just a bunch of chess pieces that are being played by fate."
As though he could foresee the scene of him leaving, Grimm actually said this to the Craftsmen beside him.
Brulu fell silent for a while before shaking his head and saying, "Magus Vanquish, you always think that the Mystic Silk can be challenged. How do you know that it isn't the Mystic Silk who arranged for you to challenge it? Perhaps it's outside the dimension, laughing at your arrogance, arrogance, and ignorance. You don't even know the difference between the two of you. You're heading towards destruction. "
With that, Brulu continued, "Just like what Elder Fool said, a powerful civilization deep in the Void is already being rejected by the Mystic Silk. All we need to do is wait quietly for the Mystic Silk's arrangements. I believe it won't be long before the Mystic Silk weaves us together and let them experience the true terror of the Mystic Silk …"
Upon hearing Brulu mention the powerful civilization deep in the Void, Grimm immediately thought of the Abyss Civilization!
Sitting upright, Grimm's expression turned serious as he eagerly asked, "What else do you know about the civilization deep in the Void?"
"Elder Fool said that our war with the Broodmother and the Iron Blood Galaxy is just a way for the Mystic Silk Loom to let us understand each other better. Sooner or later, under the infinite coincidences of the Mystic Silk, we'll combine as one. And all we need to do is wait for the huge civilization deep in the Void to grow stronger until the Mystic Silk completely nurtures it into a mature cricket. "
Grimm's tricolor eyes widened.
It's the same cricket theory, but nurturing it into a mature cricket?
At this moment, with a whoosh, one of the fifteen flames on Grimm's right hand suddenly extinguished. Sensing it, Grimm raised his hand and extinguished another flame, turning it into thirteen pale green flames.
Sensing it, Grimm looked into the distance.
"Oh? This is the ultimate form of the Insect Queen? It's actually an individual creature! I thought that all existences in the Broodmother's civilization were an aggregation of wills. As expected, there are some special mutated Insect Queens. "
As Grimm spoke, Brulu, who was beside him, tensed up and looked into the distance together with Grimm's tricolor eyes.
There were a total of three Iron Blood Royal Guards wearing Dark Moon Masks. One was holding a blood-red longsword, one was holding a crescent wheel, and the last was holding a double-edged spear. They were extremely powerful and were chasing after a Crystal Spider.
This Crystal Spider was more than ten meters tall. Its body was extremely small and its crystalline limbs were extremely long. It was already riddled with scars and its figure was extremely strange. It turned into a series of afterimages as it nimbly evaded.
"Let's go help it!"
Brulu actually wanted to help this ultimate form of the Insect Queen.
All along, the Bizarro Race had been participating in the struggle between the Predator Galaxy and the Broodmother as a third party. They had no need or purpose, and they were only participating in the war of civilizations for the so-called guidance of the Underworld Textile Machine, taking the initiative to achieve a delicate balance.
In the eyes of a Sorcerer like Grimm, the fact that the Bizarro Race could survive and continue to grow was simply an incredible miracle in the Endless World!
Could it be that the guy outside the box was using fate to let them live so well?
Was this the opposite of the curse of the Page of Destiny?
After seeing the Bizarro Race, the ultimate form of the Insect Queen clearly understood the behavior of the Bizarro Race very well. It took the initiative to fly toward Brulu, overjoyed.
Beside Brulu, Grimm, who was in the shadows, revealed a sinister sneer under the Mask of Truth.
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