Chapter 561
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Ling Ping'an looked at the elf in front of him.
Her body already had the characteristics of the Children of the Sun.
Her long golden hair was draped behind her.
Under her fair skin, there were thin golden patterns.
It seemed that she was making good progress.
Ling Ping'an nodded in relief, "Customer, you have to redeem the longbow you mortgaged to me as soon as possible!"
In the past, he was muddle-headed.
Even now, he still didn't quite understand.
But he still knew that he wasn't a 'human'.
For a monster like him, the best way was not to have any transcendent connection with him.
Especially not to owe him anything.
That would kill people!
Because he was a disaster!
It was ominous!
It was taboo!
It was only now that he still had his rationality.
He was treating everything with the consciousness of a gentleman. Otherwise, none of those guests would have a good life.
But it couldn't be like this forever.
His humanity might disappear at some point in the future.
Even if there was still a little left.
It was impossible to use it on these people in this world.
There were endless universes and endless worlds.
He couldn't care too much about it.
It was already very good to be able to protect the world that gave birth to him.
As for the others...
To be honest, even now, Ling Ping'an still had the mentality of treating them as game characters.
It was just some data, just some bubbles.
It was already a gentleman's behavior to be able to give them a reminder.
Cirvanas listened. Not only did he not hesitate at all, he bowed deeply with incomparable gratitude, "Yes!"
"I will do it as soon as possible!"
Of course, he had to pay back the money he owed!
And he had to do it as soon as possible!
Moreover, the Sun Queen understood that the ability of this supreme being in the fog to speak to her in public was a supreme honor.
It was equivalent to receiving his endorsement!
The royal power of the Windrunner was unbreakable from now on!
The status and safety of the Sun Elves in Azeroth were also protected!
Whether it was the tribe or the Alliance, they didn't dare to offend them anymore.
As for the trolls in the forest, they probably only had two choices: surrender or death.
But...
Cirvanas asked cautiously, "May I know what I can use to repay your debt?"
Ling Ping'an thought for a moment and said, "The skin of a void lord!"
"I can barely make up for it!"
The Children of the Sun were a civilization that had barely touched the threshold of a low-level race.
The so-called inferior races were a civilization evaluation system in the universe.
Only a civilization that had reached this threshold could be called a civilization.
For example, the Children of the Sun. At their peak, the Children of the Sun had already broken through the shackles of the physical body and the mother planet, and could roam the sea of stars.
He was just one step away from crossing that threshold.
Rise to the ranks of the universe's hegemons!
Unfortunately, they were unlucky and encountered the Star of Hunting.
Naturally, it was the extinction of civilization. They were made into specimens and became tributes.
This was a common fate for space civilizations.
In the dark universe, all civilizations were hunters.
He hid himself, hunted his enemies, and eliminated his competitors.
In order to achieve this, they had to become a low-level race.
This was because the standard of a low-level race was to possess and control a hunting civilization, as well as to effectively hide their own technology or power.
The best of them were the technological civilization represented by the Yith Civilization and the psionic civilization represented by the Color of Star.
If they had developed normally, civilizations like the Yith and the Color of Star would have been able to grow safely.
The Yith's time-travel technology allowed them to dance in the timeline.
The powerful psionic power that the Color of Star possessed was enough to allow them to kill all enemies.
However, that was all.
The powerful Yith Civilization had already perished.
And the more powerful Color of Star had already joined one of Ling Ping'an's servants.
That was because these universe hunters soon discovered it.
When a civilization reached the end, there was no way to advance.
The Great Filter did not only exist in the initial stage of a civilization.
It also existed in every stage of a civilization!
Every step forward was incomparably difficult.
The higher they went, the more despair they felt.
The more they knew, the more pain they felt.
Therefore, the Color of Star took the initiative to join one of Ling Ping'an's servants.
From then on, the universe hunter, the Color of Star died.
And the Color of Star was born.
The choice of the Color of Star could not be judged by the concept of good or bad.
That was because although they had lost their freedom, even their bodies were distorted by their master's powerful strength and will, becoming one of the most terrifying creatures in the universe.
But at least...
They survived.
Compared to them, the Yith were destroyed.
Even the civilization had been made into a specimen!
Ling Ping'an was not clear about these things.
Because he was not smart enough.
But he could vaguely feel something.
From his intuition, he could sense the price.
The skin of a void lord!
It could barely compensate for the inheritance of the Sun's child.
This was also because a civilization like the Sun's child had not truly stepped into the threshold of a low-level race.
They could only roam the sea of stars and exploit the nearby resources.
But they were unable to grasp true strength.
They were also unable to break through the layer of filter.
… …
Cirvanas listened, inexplicably shocked.
Void lord?!
She had never even heard of it.
But...
The others who were paying attention to the situation were all terrified.
"Void lord?!"
"That's something that even the titans can't destroy!" Tyrande muttered to herself.
There were countless creatures made of shadow energy in the void.
These shadow creatures were usually called shadow demons.
Most of them couldn't affect reality.
However, there were a few individuals that were extremely powerful.
They were so powerful that they could appear in reality for a short period of time and distort and corrode other creatures.
These existences were the Void Sovereigns!
Powerful existences that even titans couldn't destroy!
And Azeroth's current situation was also because of the ancient gods sent by the void lords to corrode Azeroth.
Night, dwarves, humans, trolls, and so on...
It was all because of the curse of the ancient gods' flesh and blood.
Legend had it that the Burning Legion was also related to those void lords.
The Dark Titan had been corrupted by the Void Monarch and had fallen.
Now...
The mysterious man who appeared from the door of light asked the sun elf to contribute a void lord's skin to him to redeem the 'longbow' that was mortgaged to him.
What longbow actually needed the skin of a great lord to redeem it?!
Countless questions rose and fell in his mind.
The black-haired and black-eyed young man in the mirror had already turned around.
"Little Ke..."
"I'll leave the matters here to you!" He didn't even look at the octopus head that had been lying on the ground respectfully and walked back.
The octopus head raised its neck.
Tentacles danced in the air.
Countless mouthparts let out sharp whistles.
It seemed that he had accepted the order!
He respectfully watched the mysterious existence walk into the door of light.
Until the starlight dimmed, until everything dissipated.
He suddenly turned around.
He looked at the Qiraj ruins!
Then...
The magic mirror instantly shattered.
Before it shattered, Tyrande only saw countless tentacles covering the sky and earth, covering the entire Qiraj ruins.
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