"There's no need to praise me, we each take what we need."
Yudura was currently imprisoned, her heart was calm. "The one who should be praised should be the existence of the Fiendgod's Feast that we believe in. I borrowed his divine power and used myself as a space-time link to allow you to travel through time."
"Regrettably, after leaving the building, I can't communicate with Jiang Yu anymore. I can only return my consciousness, I can't communicate with that body. It covers so far. "
Her snail race had no consciousness, their souls were pure, and they were densely distributed on the ground. She could descend to every node like a signal tower, so she wanted to build a prototype of the magic net.
But once she left the building, she couldn't do anything.
In fact, she also wanted to know what happened to the escaping team that went deep into the fog.
"I've been imprisoned in both worlds."
She laughed at herself: "The future times have changed, it's no longer the era of the snails, we've truly become tools, weapons for parasites, and food for humans to activate our spirit …"
The times have changed, the glory of the snails will eventually fade away!!
The creatures that were once at the top of the ladder are beginning to be buried under the ladder.
Tap tap tap.
A black angel sorceress walked over.
"This is a brand new dynasty, belonging to the fourth realm, a true legend. The first three realms are ordinary, the fourth is the true legend."
Grace's expression was calm, she patted her face: "The weak will be eliminated, the races that are used as tools are not to rule the world, but to assist the overlord of this world."
Yudura was silent, then said: "The so-called victory or defeat is nothing more than a lifetime of pride. Everyone, after tens of thousands of years, will become a distant legend in history, including you and me."
For example, in her future, she would be sent to the kitchen, no one could be at the top forever.
"Is that so?"
Grace smiled, then said: "Do you know what my next plan is?"
"What?" Yudura felt vaguely uneasy.
"The Great Purge of the Common People!" Grace's eyes were filled with a trace of madness. She opened her arms wide and said, "I started this war regardless of the consequences. I didn't care about the casualties on both sides!"
"I want the Demon World to die, all the witches to die!"
Yudura's pupils shrank.
"I am going to kill off all of this world's useless races and creatures, only leaving behind a few powerful geniuses to bestow divine blood," she said.
Yudura suddenly understood her plan.
In this way, all living beings in the world would be descendants of the divine blood. They would be able to break through to the fourth realm without any restrictions.
Moreover, the extinction of low-level creatures with gene locks would not dilute the bloodline of the god's blood.
In this way, unless the offspring reproduced for too long, the unlocked gene lock would close again, and life would no longer be able to break through to the Fourth Realm.
"Do you understand? The fourth realm is the critical point of a civilization. "
Yudura said, "As long as one lifeform breaks through, then his entire descendant and civilization will not be rare. They will be extremely common. If there is no first Fourth Realm … then the civilization may forever remain at that low level."
"This is a god!" she said with a smile.
"Too many people will die …" Yudura's voice was hoarse.
"They are destined not to board the ship of the new world!" Grace sneered.
"Hesitation will only delay the progress of the civilization. Whether it is you or Liana, you do not have the courage to do so!"
Grace's eyes were full of contempt.
"Those who cannot break through, why don't we kill them all in one go! In order to free up a huge amount of resources … I purposely let this land be filled with killing, and the various kingdoms with the Demon Army were evenly matched. I planned to leave behind only 10,000 prodigies of each race in this world to bestow God's blood! "
She said, "You and I will be the supreme ancestral gods of this world! The only true god! They are all ordinary Fourth Realms … "
"We are the true gods. We will ensure the purity of the bloodline. As long as we are alive, there will be an endless supply of Fourth Realms!"
"Of course, you will be enslaved by me."
Yudura was completely silent.
She was not bloody enough, not cold-blooded enough.
Perhaps this was the correct way to develop a "Fourth Realm civilization".
As long as the ancestral gods at the top of the pyramid were still alive, the Fourth Realm would always be opened, and the civilization would not fall.
…
…
"The Fourth Realm has indeed appeared."
Fu Qingjun sat in his room, drinking milk and eating biscuits. He thought to himself that he still could not turn the tables. However, the Fourth Realm was more powerful and mysterious than he had imagined. A life at this level was the critical point for a civilization to explode.
As for who won or lost, it was not important to Fu Qingjun.
Anyway, the extraordinary civilization sand table of that building only needed to continue developing. Letting nature take its course was the best way to eliminate the weak.
Fu Qingjun thought for a while, opened the notebook, and wrote down the records of the destruction of the Sun Dynasty.
Hmm …
He would call it the Witch Dynasty.
After a while, he closed the book after recording the general situation.
"Perhaps it is time to modify the sand table again."
"But I don't need to interfere too much, because that is already a mature ruined building, and it will develop a perfect ecosystem on its own … I only need to provide a channel for gene fusion."
Even though he only took a few glances, he knew that the creature was indeed a god-like creature in the myths.
However, the cockroach bloodline was indeed a little disgusting.
How could he make cockroach wine himself?
Forget it, he was not the one drinking it anyway.
He thought a lot and stood in front of the mirror.
"I'm starting to lose my hair."
Suddenly, Fu Qingjun sensed his body and took a deep breath.
The third hair loss came so naturally.
As he had imagined, as long as he absorbed a soul of a higher level as a primer, he would be able to break through the bottleneck.
His hair began to fall rapidly.
He felt as if his brain was exploding, and an unimaginable earth-shattering change occurred.
His hair fell to the ground, and new hair grew wildly, sprouting rapidly. Soon, it draped over his shoulders and even covered the floor, turning it black.
Fu Qingjun also felt dizzy. This was a sign of lacking a large amount of energy …
His brain was about to be drained again!
"I can't take it anymore. I have to replenish my energy quickly."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, and a clump of hair grew rapidly like a long snake, slithering along the tunnel and into the other world. "I'm going to look for energy."
In an instant, it condensed and turned into a black-haired giant with the body of a normal human.
The hair was instantly cut off, and he controlled this hair giant remotely.
"As expected, my ability has evolved again. The hair giant can be controlled remotely now …"
In the fog, Fu Qingjun stood at the entrance of a familiar residential building. His expression flickered.
"In a sense, the space-time tunnel is still very small. Although I can't enter as a real person, I can already return to this world."
"The building of the high school I used to live in, the building that reincarnated for 17 years …"
"I'm back!"
He walked in front of the residential building, stepping on the cement road, and looked at the apocalyptic world that had changed beyond recognition.
The outside of the building was covered in fog, and it gave off a sense of mystery and tranquility. He did not know what great evil was hidden within.
He did not know where the survivors had hidden the shelter and survivor camp that they had built?
He lowered his head again.
In front of the residential building, the ground was filled with blood and corpses.
The entire land was still in a state of frenzy. Under the influence of a huge black hand, there were almost no living people. Corpses were everywhere, and there was no sign of life …
"Boom!"
His immense mental power swept through the area, and the souls that were scattered in the building's entrance returned, and his hungry mind was quickly satisfied.
The area of destruction this time was too large!
It was not a small desk, and he did not know how long it would take to secretly use the puppet to collect the souls. He might as well walk around the entire building himself.
He stepped in and looked at the building's staircase. His expression became complicated. "That amiable middle-aged property management uncle, every time he came back, he would always say 'Xiao Fu, you have delivery'. I wonder how he is now?"
The property management was empty.
Only an empty room was left, and it was also filled with ultra-miniature exquisite buildings.
Fu Qingjun felt a little unfamiliar. After all, it had been 17 years since they last met.
"Residential area, I'm back."
Fu Qingjun's expression relaxed, and he walked into the residential building's staircase.
It was as if a vast giant had walked into the tower of civilization.
"I can finally, descend into the sandbox world that I built!"
At this time, Professor Nasica, who was still lurking in the ruins, planned to witness the final destruction of civilization. At this time, she was in a small town at the staircase, secretly observing the destruction of civilization.
"This is crazy. It is indeed not simple. I already felt that the war of that Demon World was strange. Now it seems that she wants to cleanse the entire world, including herself and the enemy races! She wants to destroy the world! "Professor Nasica was frantically recording. This was the truth of prehistory.
Once the fourth realm appeared, it would destroy the world. Would it improve the bloodline?
"This is …"
The indescribably vast life swept by the darkness, like a towering mountain, slowly floated over with silent steps, and stepped into this world.
Even the soles of his feet could not reach it. Professor Nasica was recording ancient history, and her whole body was sluggish.
In the ruins.
"This is, what?"
Several remaining black-winged angels and witches struggled to raise their heads in the battle.
Looking at the mysterious pillar in the sky full of fog, the huge twisted shadow floated into the light of dusk, and their minds suddenly remembered the ancient primordial stone tablet.
"On the first day, Amiro created life."
Countless people suddenly turned their heads and looked at the huge shadow at the entrance of the building, as if they saw the most magnificent miracle in the world.
That was the ancestor of everything, that gave life to all things in the world, that indescribable universal phenomenon, actually … came back to this bloody and destructive witches' land, and stepped into it.
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