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The blood-red setting sun gradually set, and the afterglow of the ancient times scattered in every corner of the huge enclosure. The primitive people were still immersed in the shocking scene of the Servants of God and the Venerable being executed.
Some were shocked, some were trembling, some were confused, and some were afraid.
In their eyes, those "people" in white protective clothing were Gods who descended from the sky. But why did God execute the Servants of God and the Venerable? They were just animals, how could they know so many things?
Maybe they were not loyal enough to God, or maybe they had betrayed God. Anyway, there must be a reason, so God wanted to bestow unforgivable punishment.
They crawled on the ground, trembling, waiting for the white Gods to deal with the Servants of God and the Venerable, and then give them a more severe punishment.
No one resisted. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, not even dodging. Every time the sword flashed, they would praise loudly and fearfully, "God, your mercy …"
In the crowd, a "animal" raised his head. His face seemed to be engraved with old and new scars. He was the leader of the tribe.
He found that these white Gods were deliberately killing the Servants of God and the Venerable in front of them. What did this mean?
The old woman's story, under the strange behavior of the Gods, became monotonous and powerless, unable to explain such a phenomenon.
He raised his head, trying to see the appearance of the Gods. It seemed that there was a magical force attracting him to see what the Gods looked like.
So, he really got up and squeezed his way to the altar.
At this time, the white Gods had finished killing. With a bang, the tall fence around the enclosure collapsed in the dust.
The crowd was suddenly in a mess, pushing him back into the crowd.
He immediately returned, trying to protect his tribe from being scattered.
However, the white Gods did not follow up with a more severe punishment as they thought. Instead, in the afterglow, one by one, they flew into the stomachs of the black mythological beasts floating in the air.
It seemed that they were only here to execute the Servants of God and the Venerable, and left after killing them.
The massive enclosure's fences had already been pulled apart. The ring-shaped beast pen that surrounded the enclosure had also been flattened. The boundary that marked the boundary between humans and beasts suddenly disappeared amidst the rumbling sounds of the fences collapsing.
People squeezed and ran inside uneasily, looking at the fallen fence in horror, as if what had fallen was not a boundary, but some kind of shelter and protection.
Was this their punishment? The cruelest punishment in the world!
Some of the primitive people even began to weep loudly. They thought that the gods had abandoned them and didn't even give them the right to be beasts.
If he couldn't even be a beast, then he could only end up as a two-legged beast. That was something even more terrifying than death.
The cries quickly spread. First, it was the children who cried in fright. Then, it was the adults who begged in despair. They begged the black mythological beast in the sky. Some people even wanted to re-erect the long and tall railing.
It was as if this was the only way they could return to being beasts blessed by God and not become two-legged beasts or miserable monsters.
Time passed bit by bit. Two black-haired Cold Star members on one of the fighter jets looked down at the dense crowd below.
"Why aren't they leaving?"
"Because they don't have Als yet!"
"I thought you would say Master Hull."
"…"
Time passed slowly and it gradually became early morning. Throughout the night, there were countless pens, but not a single primitive person walked out of the collapsed railing.
On the contrary, they retreated far away. They would rather crowd together than get close to the edge of the boundary that no longer existed. It was as if it was something terrifying that they couldn't touch. Once they touched it, it would be a disaster. It was better to be an animal. This was good.
The blue-haired people had already evacuated. Except for the pilot, the midgets had already left. They didn't have much interest in these primitive people. If it wasn't for the energy source, they wouldn't want to deal with these people.
Only the black-haired people of Cold Star still persisted in the morning light and refused to give up. They seemed to be hoping for a miracle to happen.
In the glimmer of dawn, the stars slowly rose from the horizon as usual. One of the pens finally moved!
"Quick! Turn the camera over! "
"Has the signal been transmitted?"
"Wait."
…
The new fighter jets that had been hidden in the sky all aimed their detection lenses at the movement of the pen on the ground.
Countless fighter jets, including the new commander of Cold Star, had the same person on the screen.
Under the morning light, the leader with scars carved on his hard skin stood up under the surprised and worried gazes of others. Step by step, he walked towards the collapsed railing and the invisible boundary.
The primitive people gradually became restless and made way for him. Some people looked at him with confusion, some looked at him with sympathy, and some worried that he would anger the gods and wanted to stop him. As he moved forward, there were more and more such people.
But his footsteps were getting faster and faster. The people who wanted to stop him were stunned for a moment, then chased after him, trying to stop him.
Perhaps they didn't know that at this moment, in the sky, countless pairs of eyes were staring at them.
More and more people chased after him. Some people rushed out from the front, trying to stop him because more and more primitive people had sensed what he wanted to do!
The leader with hard skin, panting heavily, violently knocked away the people who were trying to stop him. The muscles that had been honed for many years, under the powerful rhythm of running, bathed in the morning light, ran to the boundary, as if they were full of soul-stirring power!
His people rushed up, trying to block the people who were chasing after him, but they were crushed in an instant. More and more people were trying to stop him, and more and more people were chasing after him. The crowd surged like a tide.
He kept jumping and crashing. There were already countless wounds on his body. Panting heavily, he ran fiercely.
On the fighter jets, on the shoulders of the commander of Cold Star, the black-haired people all stood up, clenched their fists, and stared at the same figure on the countless screens.
"You can't get through!"
An old primitive shouted and waved a tree stick at him. Dozens of strong primitive people joined hands to block his way.
He roared and stretched out his hand to block the thick tree stick. A muffled snapping sound rang out. Then, he flew out of the human wall as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
"Stop him!"
"Don't let him pass!"
The people screamed in fear. Stones, sticks, and feces fell one after another.
…
Finally, the people around him were gone!
Because he had reached the edge of the fence, it was already a forbidden area.
The people who were chasing after him did not dare to go forward. They could only watch him step into the forbidden area.
At this time, the black-haired people in the sky all held their breath, waiting for the moment when he stepped over the fence!
On the inner edge of the collapsed fence, the leader, whose strong body was covered with wounds, stopped, raised his head, and looked at the sky.
His eyes seemed to pass through the screen and meet the eyes of the countless black-haired people in the sky.
This moment seemed to be very long. The black-haired team members felt as if they had been discovered "peeping".
The next moment, he limped and stepped onto the collapsed fence amidst the curses and fear of the countless primitive people!
The whole world suddenly quieted down.
Countless primitive people knelt on the ground, praying to the sky, asking for forgiveness, and begging.
But the clouds in the sky didn't change at all!
The leader, who was covered in wounds, held his fractured left hand with his right hand. Under the faint light of dawn, he said to the primitive people in the circle,
"I'm going to build a new tribe. Who is willing to go with me?"
…
Countless black-haired people silently shed tears. Their blue-haired teammates couldn't understand, and neither could the small underground person pilot. According to the thoughts of the small underground person and the blue-haired person, they could have just used a little intervention and the primitive people would have walked out of the circle a long time ago. Was there a need to wait until now?
Only they knew how important that step was!
"Als! Als! Als! "
A black-haired person raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at his companion. He clenched his fists and repeated his words forcefully.
"Als! Als! Als! … "
One by one, the black-haired people seemed to be infected by this power. Their sonorous voices joined together!
This was the pain of a nation, the weight of a race's history, and the sorrowful soul of a slave.
No one could understand the eternal pain in their hearts. No one could understand the humiliation of their ancestors.
Their compatriots, the people of Earth, couldn't either!
"Als! Als! Als! … "
They were not crying for the primitive people. They were crying for themselves!
The sonorous name reverberated among the fighter jets, spaceships, and battleships.
It was not just a name. It was a shocking power!
The old Hull sat in front of the window and sighed. It was as if he was thinking of a long, long time ago, the handsome black-haired youth who had always thought of himself as his best friend had told him one day on the edge of the frozen sea, "I want to change my name. I want to be called Als!"
Ao Mai was in his training cabin, holding the cold sword in his hand tightly. He seemed to see a strict figure scolding him coldly, "Ao Mai, stand up! Wipe the blood off! "
…
Chu Yunsheng, who was practicing his swordsmanship in the sea, did not know what was happening on land. He had already asked Leng Xing to deal with the aftermath of the primitive people. Other people were not interested in it.
When he gradually went deeper into the sea, leaving behind a trail of floating monsters, he found a round spaceship that broke out of the sea. He immediately chased after it and increased his speed to the maximum!
Then he slashed out a sword Qi and chased after it.
But he immediately realized that something was wrong. If it was the Red Man who wanted to escape, he would have already escaped. If it was a warning, it would be better to send an invisible signal instead of a small spaceship.
It was a bait!
He immediately pulled back the sword Qi, but the round spaceship had already exploded in the sky.
A cloud of black mist quickly spread out.
^ (To be continued.)
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