It was also in the depths of the Dark Web, a strange mystic realm called the Path of the Gods.
Green plains stretched as far as the eye could see.
A corpse lay on the ground, blood slowly seeping into the grass. It was obvious that this person had just been killed, and the corpse was still very fresh.
Beside the corpse was a person, an extremely strange person. His left arm had turned into a black python. The python opened its bloody mouth and quickly chewed up the corpse, swallowed it, and even licked the blood on the ground that had not yet dried.
The person howled into the sky and let out a satisfied cry, like a wolf that had eaten its fill.
Looking closely at this person's face, one would find that he was a standard human. He was one of the newly selected people to enter the Path of the Gods.
There was blood on his face, and his jaw was broken and caved in. He seemed to have suffered serious injuries, but these wounds were healing quickly. The eaten corpse was turning into energy to repair his body.
Opposite this human was a panting Protoss Warrior. His proud face was filled with fear and unease.
"Are you a human or a monster? What did you do to my companions? "the Protoss Warrior shouted angrily.
"Nothing, I just ate him," the human Warrior said expressionlessly. The human warrior said expressionlessly. His pupils were shrinking into an oval shape, just like the eyes of a venomous snake.
"Ate … You ate him?!" the Protoss Warrior stammered. "Is this your superpower?"
The human Warrior wiped his lips with his bright red tongue and said greedily, "No, it's just a forbidden skill. Do you know what I want to do the most now?"
"Wh … What?"
"Then I'll eat you too."
"Bastard! Don't come over, you demon! Demon! "
"Ah!!!"
Puchi ~
Puchi ~
"Tastes pretty good …"
.....
In the distant depths of the universe, against the backdrop of a pink nebula, a few Protoss superfortresses formed a strange triangular formation and were advancing into the vast universe.
This was a part of the Protoss' huge fleet. The Protoss believed that the so-called Dark Web was not a network. It really existed and was hidden somewhere in the universe.
If they could discover where the Dark Web was hidden, they could use the Protoss' powerful galactic fleet to take over the magical Dark Web in one fell swoop and obtain unimaginable benefits.
Top technology, cultivation techniques, minerals, natural treasures — everything would belong to the Protoss! That way, the Protoss would be the most powerful intelligent race in the universe!
Disregarding everything else, the higher-ups of the God Race launched this long expedition. They spent three epochs and crossed an unimaginably long distance.
Unfortunately, the Protoss who had left the Milky Way in high spirits did not find the location of the Dark Web. They could not even find the end of the universe. It was as if the vast universe was infinite and there was no end.
After experiencing countless battles with other intelligent races, the Protoss were already very tired. They had lost a large number of elites. The Protoss had also begun to quarrel with each other over the inconclusive super expedition. There were even signs of internal strife.
Therefore, the Protoss decided to return to the Milky Way and give up on searching for the Dark Web.
Although the expedition had ended, the exploration of the Dark Web was far from over. This fleet belonged to the Protoss organization responsible for exploring the Dark Web. It was called the Dark Web Conquest Department.
Just from the name, one could tell that the Protoss used the word "conquer". This showed how confident they had been at the beginning, thinking that they would be the masters of the Dark Net and even the entire universe.
There were huge portholes all around, and one could clearly see the stars outside. On the highest chair in the hall, there was a black-haired old man sitting sideways. He supported his head with one arm and closed his eyes as he listened to the reports of his subordinates.
"In short, we are getting closer and closer to the Milky Way, so we are encountering more and more human enemies on the Path of the Gods. These enemies are very different from the humans we have encountered before. They use very bloody and cruel methods.
"According to the reports of our people who returned from the Dark Web, they have encountered all kinds of threats. Some humans even eat our compatriots and use them as energy and nutrients.
"This situation is not sustainable. Although these humans have only just arrived on the Path of the Gods, you know that the biggest feature of the Path of the Gods is not just the acquisition of technology. In fact, the Protoss have not obtained new technology from the Path of the Gods for many years. This is because the path is getting more and more difficult. Our warriors have tried their best, but they have not been able to take a step forward. Instead, they have fallen into a fierce battle with other intelligent races. It seems that all intelligent life is trapped in this node."
At this moment, the old man suddenly spoke in a low voice. "Get to the point. If it wasn't for the fact that the Path of the Gods is blocked, we might not have used all the power of our race to find the real location of the Dark Web.
"This damned decision has cost us three whole eras. So many geniuses and elites of our race did not die on the Path of the Gods, but died in the process of the expedition. You know that I was against this expedition from the beginning, but unfortunately, I could not convince the elders."
His subordinate nodded and continued. "Sir, of course I know your difficulties. In your opinion, the most important thing is to walk the Path of the Gods as soon as possible. What I want to say is that these humans are very different. Apart from the benefits that can be obtained from the Path of the Gods, it will also allow people to grow rapidly.
"The long expedition of three eras has caused us to lose too many elites. Now, the humans have suddenly chosen a group of very abnormal fellows to enter the Path of the Gods. If these humans are allowed to grow, I'm afraid they will become our formidable enemies."
"Formidable enemies?" The old man frowned and said, "You're exaggerating. They have just entered the Path of the Gods, and their levels are very low."
His subordinate said seriously, "Sir, you can ignore them now, but you can't ignore the future. It's obvious that this group of humans is not of orthodox origin. They are vicious and merciless, and they dare to use all kinds of techniques without restraint. Our young warriors are at a great disadvantage against these abnormal humans. You should have seen the latest battle damage report, right? In just a few days, we have lost no less than 5,000 of the young generation. "
"I have seen the battle damage report. The losses are very shocking. So what? What's your opinion?" the old man asked.
"My opinion is to send out a general notice to remind our people not to underestimate the enemy. Then, we will send a group of elites with less onerous missions to stop this group of humans. The goal is to prevent them from growing too quickly and becoming a threat to us in the end."
The old man sighed softly and looked around. "It's not easy to dispatch elites. Look, it's been three eras, and our warships are still the same design. The materials used are still tritanium alloy. Technology and military power are all stagnant."
"The reason is that our people are trapped in the Path of the Gods and can't advance. The fleet expedition lasted for three long eras, and our people have also been trapped in the Path of the Gods for three long eras."
"In recent years, the Path of the Gods has just shown signs of progress. I'm afraid it's not worth it for us to dispatch elites to kill the lowly humans. Besides, the Path of the Gods is unpredictable. Even if we send out a group of elites to kill them, we might not encounter those humans. It'll be a waste of time and energy."
The old man's subordinate bowed and said, "Sir, it is my duty to provide advice. As for the final decision, it will naturally be up to you to give it."
"These humans are really despicable, cruel, and perverted. I strongly suggest that we nip them in the bud. Otherwise, these perverted humans will become a terrifying group of demons when they grow up."
The old man pondered for a moment and finally made a decision. He said in a low voice, "Alright, I can only select a small number of elites who are on the verge of elimination to participate in your counterattack plan. I'll give you the specific list soon."
"There's no way to kill them all. Although we've accumulated a lot of experience in the Path of the Gods, this path is unpredictable. Our counterattack plan will only be able to eliminate a small number of humans at most."
The old man's subordinate insisted, "Sir, every human we kill means one less demon in the future. What I'm really worried about is that a large group of human demons will appear in a few years."
"Hmph! Humans will always be humans. They are as insignificant as ants! You may leave now. "The old man did not seem to mind.
The old man's subordinate left the dark hall and came to the corridor. He placed both hands in front of the porthole. His face was pale. He was a middle-aged man with a pair of sinister eyes. He gritted his teeth and looked at the endless galaxy outside.
The middle-aged man thought for a long time, then clenched his teeth and said, "We can't let these humans grow up. They're all freaks!"
.....
Seventy-two hours had passed. Han Lang had killed many Celestial Beast Tamers, but he still did not want to leave. He looked like he had not had enough.
The reason was simple. Every time he killed an enemy, Han Lang completed a robbery. Now, he had seventeen or eighteen Space Rings in his hands. He had not even had time to check out the good stuff inside.
The strange thing was that these Celestial Beast Tamers all had Space Rings that were a hundred cubic meters in size. It seemed to be their fixed equipment.
It was really frustrating to compare oneself to others. The human race did not master the technology of hidden space and hyperlink, so they did not have the ability to create this kind of hyperspace storage. In the Protoss race, space rings were already standard equipment, just like how soldiers would be issued military uniforms. All the Protoss wore these things on their hands.
Swoosh!
After the seventy-two hours, Han Lang was forcibly sent back to Earth from the starting point of the Dark Web. Han Lang did not know what technology was used. Anyway, the molecular cabin was still in Han Lang's Moon Scar. It suddenly activated, completely ignoring the laws of space.
Staying in the dark molecular cabin, Han Lang had no intention of opening the top cover.
He brought up his points on the screen. He had 2,900 points, of which 1,000 was because Han Lang had passed the preliminary test of the Path of Gods. For every opponent he killed, Han Lang would get another 100 points. In three days, Han Lang killed nineteen Celestial Beast Tamers.
"Let's go to the transit station and take a look." Han Lang pondered and tapped his finger on the screen.
Swoosh!
Another super interspatial molecular teleportation began. Han Lang was sent to the fortress with many doors. There were instructions on each door. If he wanted to exchange points for something, he could enter that door.
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