In the morning, Ling Ping'an stood in front of the mirror and looked at his eyes.
There seemed to be some spots in his pupils, which seemed to be golden.
But after rubbing his eyes, everything returned to normal.
"Am I seeing things again?" He scratched his head, not quite understanding.
He put down the cup in his hand and washed his face. The young bookstore owner was puzzled again.
"I think I had a very good dream last night..."
But...
He couldn't remember it no matter how hard he thought about it.
He only vaguely remembered that the dream was very good!
It could almost be written into a good novel.
It was a pity that he couldn't remember anything!
However, he often had such things.
He often dreamed of some magnificent world and did some very good things.
After waking up, he didn't remember anything.
It seemed that according to scientific research, most dreams would be forgotten after waking up.
Therefore, he didn't take it to heart.
Instead, he took his phone and walked downstairs.
Behind him, his pet followed closely.
He opened the shop door and bought breakfast next door. After eating, he took his phone and sat at the counter to start preparing.
He swiped open the screen and clicked into the clan tribe command device.
First, he took a brief look at the progress of the Gangba tribe.
Everything was going smoothly!
The latest battle report showed that the heroic clan tribe had directly attacked the Yellow Dragon, and the rat-men were utterly defeated!
The military clan, Gangba, had already arrived at the abandoned capital of the Demon Rat Empire.
At the same time, another sacrifice was held, and more than 20,000 dimensional stones were sacrificed to the 'Great Master'.
This greatly guaranteed the safety of Ling Ping'an's Blessed Land energy.
Of course, at the same time, he also spent more than 300,000 nightmare points.
This caused Ling Ping'an's previous game income to be almost depleted.
Fortunately, this penniless monk, Fahai, had quite a good income from hacking.
Ling Ping'an took the time to take a look and found that his hacking character had already swept through more than ten nightmare worlds, and four of them were under his control.
He became the so-called 'Nightmare Domain Lord'.
He even obtained the title 'Great Might Bodhisattva'.
Moreover, he had piled up his attribute points to a terrifying level of 50 for all attributes!
In addition, the remaining nightmare points were more than two million!
This allowed Ling Ping'an to not need to worry about the points.
"Legend of Nightmare, let's not play for now..." he said, "Let's start the new book first!"
Well, it was just a game.
If he didn't play now, he would have plenty of time to play in the future.
The most important thing now was to make money and get through the October crisis!
Thus, he switched to the Blessed Earth page and looked at his ant queen and her tribe.
Then, he saw a system notification: Dear player, your creation, the unnamed termite race, has evolved to its limit in the Blessed Land!
"Limit?" Ling Ping'an scratched his head. "So fast?"
Come to think of it, an hour after he left the Blessed Land was equivalent to a month in the outside world.
The accumulated ten hours at night was equivalent to the ants spending almost a year in the Blessed Land.
For insects, a lot of things could happen in a year.
Especially the ant colony that he had specially cultivated.
They were simply a bunch of gene thieves!
They crazily plundered the genes of insects from other Blessed Lands into their own bodies, then integrated and improved upon them.
Fortunately, it was just a game.
If such a terrifying ant colony existed in the real world, they would become the masters of the world in just a few years.
After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an put this matter aside for now.
In any case, the materials of the ant colony in the Blessed Land were almost enough for now.
I'll think about the next step after I'm done with this plot.
For now, I'll take care of it first.
So, he put down his phone, turned on the computer, and began to type.
… …
The Shepherd's Gate was completely destroyed.
Dark red blood clots were mixed in the collapsed rubble.
The Elder's Path shattered into countless pieces.
Blood stained every piece of rock.
The defense system of the inner wall was completely destroyed.
The wreckage of a few arcane mechas was scattered in the distance.
Sylvanas walked in these places, her eyes looking at the destroyed city.
She knew that the battle of Silvermoon City was over.
The Quel\ 'dorei were utterly defeated!
But the problem was...
Sylvanas looked at the destroyed defense system of Silvermoon City.
She thought of the destroyed magic runestones in Evernight Forest again.
"There\'s a traitor!" She said.
Without a traitor, no matter how powerful the Calamity Army was, they would not be able to easily break through the runestone defense of Evernight Forest in a short period of time.
That was the powerful defense system that had even dragged down the Orc and Troll Alliance during the second war.
Not to mention that Silvermoon City itself had always been guarding against a terrifying disaster like the second war.
For this reason, the Sunstrider family had built a perfect defense system in Silvermoon City.
Even if the strength of the calamity was unparalleled.
It shouldn\'t have been destroyed so easily.
It shouldn\'t have been broken through so easily!
Therefore, there was no doubt that there must be a traitor!
She continued forward, passing through the garden market that was engulfed in blood, and entered the Tower of Sunfury.
The entire palace had collapsed.
There were traces of battle everywhere.
There was no doubt that an intense defensive battle had been carried out here!
More than ten arcane mechas were shattered in the palace.
Cirvanas could even smell the scent of the Dragon Hawks.
A strong scent.
The noble dragon eagle knights must have put up a desperate resistance here!
Unfortunately, their resistance was shattered in the end.
She breathed in the smell of blood in the air.
Cirvanas's anger grew stronger and stronger.
"Sunwell!" She rose from the ruins of the palace and sped towards the Isle of Quel\ 'Danas where the Sunwell was.
Under the sunlight, the child of the Sun easily crossed the vast strait and flew to the beautiful Isle of Quel\ 'Danas!
This was the sacred land where the Highborne Elves relied on and protected, the Sunwell!
However …
Now, the once beautiful island had been polluted by the power of the calamity.
All the buildings on the highland where the Sunwell was located were burning.
Sylvanas landed from the sky. She landed in front of a bridge made of frost.
Obviously, this was Arthas\ 'masterpiece!
The frost power of the death knight built a frost bridge from the land to the Isle of Quel\ 'Danas.
An endless stream of calamity troops passed through this bridge and headed straight for the Sunwell!
By the bridge, Sylvanas could clearly feel the power of the flames.
This powerful flame power had once resolutely sniped the death knight and his troops here.
"King Anasteria..." Sylvanas knelt on one knee. She knew that in the entire Quel\ 'dorei, only the old king, Anasteria, who had ruled the Quel\' Thalas Kingdom for three thousand years, could possess such surging flame power!
But he could not stop the calamity.
The army of the calamity continued forward.
Cirvanas slowly advanced along the path.
It could be seen that after the battle at the bridge entrance, all the resistance had become sparse.
Instead, there were footprints of escape everywhere.
However, the calamity did not care about the escaping people.
They continued forward!
The huge army charged straight for the Sunwell!
When Sylvanas approached the Well of the Sun, she felt a power filled with coldness, death, chaos, and evil roaring in the Well of the Sun.
She ascended the highland, passed through the burning buildings, and arrived in front of the sacred Sunwell.
She lowered her head and looked at the mother well that had nurtured and sheltered the Highborne Elves for four thousand years.
The sacred well water had been defiled.
The chaotic power of death and the ice-cold power of frost turned the sacred water of the well extremely turbid.
Tears fell from Sylvanas\'s cheeks.
At this moment, she remembered many things.
The once prosperous and beautiful Quel\ 'Thalas Kingdom …
The once peaceful and peaceful Silvermoon City …
The once rich Isle of Quel\ 'Danas …
And now, everything was gone.
Everything was destroyed.
The home of the Highborne Elves was gone.
Tens of thousands of their compatriots had fallen in pools of blood.
Even the Well of the Sun had been contaminated!
Looking around, she could not see her compatriots.
Sadness filled the heart of the Sun\'s child, and anger accumulated strength under the sadness.
“Anar'Alah
Anar'Alah
Belore … "Cirvanas cried and sang the sorrow in his heart.
The grief of the Sun\'s child echoed throughout the entire island.
After singing the song, she stood up firmly!
She turned around and looked at the entire Isle of Quel\ 'Danas!
Vaguely, she sensed the direction of the calamity.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron …
Stratholme!
… …
Ran Bing had been following the crumbling floating city.
It had been two days.
It was getting slower and slower in the sandstorm.
Its height was also slowly decreasing!
Obviously, this floating city had lost its energy supply!
It was about to run out of energy soon.
Even on the ground, the huge hiss of the floating city\'s central control engine was getting louder and louder.
This meant that the engine was about to be scrapped!
But the problem was...
It was unlikely that there would be any problems with the floating city\'s engine.
That was because almost all floating cities had several sets of backup engines.
The main mission of the expedition team was to search for any possible engine parts.
Ran Bing had once found a brand-new engine for her floating city.
So...
"There\'s something wrong with this floating city!"
She pulled out the revolver from her waist and continued to follow.
She had a premonition that this floating city that was about to fall might give her clues.
… …
Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping\ 'an wrote vigorously.
He had already written about the main character\'s ant colony. Like locusts, they engulfed a rich swamp.
But when the main character discovered it, he immediately stopped all of this.
Ling Ping\ 'an began to write in the article: Although Qin Xiaoan cherished his life, he also understood that his life was firmly tied to the ant colony.
But, he was a gentleman.
A gentleman had things to do and things not to do...
If he turned the world into a desert for himself, what was the point?
The green mountains and green water no longer existed. Even if he lived forever, he would just be a walking corpse!
When he wrote this, he nodded slightly.
Young web novelists still had their own principles.
Although he felt good, he still had a moral bottom line!
Hmm...
The green mountains and green water were more valuable than the mountains of gold and silver!
… …
The endless yellow sand was now filled with flesh and blood.
The corpses of the Diablo\'s minions and descendants were everywhere.
At least 150,000 Diablo\'s minions and thousands of Diablo\'s descendants had died here!
Dragging the long high-frequency knife, Elizabeth stepped on the corpse of a huge Diablo descendant. She raised the head of the hateful monster high up.
The blade in her hand swung out without hesitation and shattered it!
The boiling blood of the Diablo descendants gushed out.
"Long live!" Countless believers raised their arms and shouted!
Victory!
Humans had won!
A hundred years after the void storm, humans had finally won in the wild.
Not only had they won, but they had also completely wiped out this group of Diablo\'s minions!
Thousands of Diablo descendants had been completely wiped out!
Just Elizabeth alone had killed at least a hundred of them with her bare hands!
Her loyal mechanical guards had shattered hundreds of them.
The others had been killed by the Papal Army\'s laser knives and plasma guns!
In the past, human weapons did not have much effect on the minions of the Diablo.
Their lethality was seriously insufficient!
Only the Doomsday Cannon of the Doomsday Fortress, those weapons that used the Diablo\'s crystal as an energy source, could destroy these monsters.
But facing the descendants of the Diablo, they were powerless.
But now, humans could kill these great enemies of the past with ordinary laser knives and plasma guns!
Everyone knew the reason for all of this.
This was the power of faith!
The great soul of machines was flawless.
His divine power wandered in the weapons and armor of his believers!
Under his care, machinery and steel had the destructive damage to the Diablo!
"For the soul of machines!" Elizabeth threw the head of the Diablo descendants far away. "For more steam and riveting!"
"For the Gatling Bodhisattva!"
In this battle, hundreds of thousands of Diablo\'s minions and the flesh and blood of the Diablo descendants accumulated together.
Two to three hundred thousand people of steel and machinery fought a bloody battle.
In the war, machinery and steel roared.
In the battle, everyone had been tested and proved their loyalty!
Therefore, the soul of machines was extremely happy!
The divine steam and riveting was extremely gratified.
The merciful Gatling Bodhisattva was extremely happy!
Thus, new content appeared on Elizabeth\'s "The Truth of Machines".
This was God\'s grace!
It was undoubtedly God\'s grace!
She opened the brand-new page of the scripture.
The truth of machinery roared in her ears. The will of steel was firm and blazing.
Thus, Elizabeth obtained brand-new knowledge.
A few hours later, all the Diablo Crystals found on the battlefield were sent to Elizabeth.
There were tens of thousands of Diablo Crystals piled up like a mountain!
The largest few were as big as watermelons!
Looking at these Diablo Crystals, Elizabeth\'s electronic eyes flashed with a fanatical will.
She opened the "The Truth of Machines", stood in front of these Diablo Crystals, and slowly recited the great and holy prayer of steel.
Following her recitation.
The steel began to cheer, and the machinery began to get excited.
Every papal army and the soldiers of the Commandment Hall became excited.
The Diablo Crystals in front of them began to melt.
They were slowly purified by the steel and converted by the machinery.
Wisps of golden threads evaporated and flew into the sky.
It began to rain!
A hundred years after the void storm, the world welcomed its first rain.
The first normal rain without pollution.
As the rain fell down, Lin Fan's eyes widened.
The earth began to regain its vitality.
Strands of tenacious grass grew out from the soil.
The world began to recover!
"There are also green mountains and clear waters in the mechanical paradise!" The Angel of Steel held the "The Truth of Machines" in his hand in the heavy rain and began to preach to every citizen of the machine, "The soul of machines said: You should not listen to those heresy..."
"Poisonous gas, desert, and waste water are not my kingdom..."
The citizens of the machine knelt down when they heard this great gospel.
… …
Almunia rode the elevator and appeared in the steel workshop on the surface.
Here, the machines that had been manufactured underground were being assembled by the machine servants.
Sewage flowed on the ground.
There was no atmosphere in the sky.
The yellow fog formed by poisonous gas enveloped the entire sky.
Countless steel buildings towered in the sky.
They went deep into orbit and contacted the starport in orbit.
No one knew why.
Almunia looked at all of this. He was very annoyed.
He felt the uneasiness of the machine soul.
Poisonous gas, desert, waste water...
The surface of the forging world made the machine soul very uneasy.
"What kind of blasphemy is this!" The steel heart of the mechanical bishop began to tremble.
He made a decision.
"Activate the ecological template..."
"From now on, we will restore our world..."
"This is the highest order!"
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