Bright Era

This is the indestructible confidence of an overlord race that has ravaged countless celestial calamities, destroyed countless civilizations, destroyed countless intelligent races, and ruled everything unscrupulously. If too many sins are not entangled in this race, too many traitors have betrayed the human camp, even if the coalition of the gods is stronger? They will still be wiped out completely.

The few children who had been beaten up with nosebleeds had stopped crying. They struggled to get up from the ground and ran to their home with mud all over. Lin Qi looked at these children, but sighed in his heart. No one knows what happened to these children today. Will they become strong, or will they become a coward completely?

"It's more likely that there have been a few more villains among humans from then on!" The urn of the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse said in a loud voice: "We have seen a lot of this kind of things! Of course, under your control of Master Lin Qi, I believe They have a better chance of becoming good people!"

Lin Qi coughed. Is this a flattery in the Temple of Apocalypse?

Leaving this question aside, Lin Qi asked Osmanthus and his party again: "Those imperial emperors, what happened to them?"

The imperial powers, the strongest among the human race, it can even be said that they are the strongest standing on the top of the entire universe. Any one of them can easily control the destiny of any intelligent race. With one word they can destroy the galaxy, and with one word they can determine the survival of countless creatures.

Such a powerful person should be the best barrier for the human race, and the last support of the human race. But it is these strong people who have caused some problems that shouldn't arise in them. They abandon their own species, they abandon their responsibilities, they are totally joking, and ignore the fate of the entire human race.

If it were not for the efforts of the core of Metaverse, perhaps humanity would have been completely extinct.

"They..." Heavenly Mountain sighed softly: "Even we don't know what happened. We have no right to intervene and have no right to intervene in the affairs of the imperial adults. They are The master, and we, are just servants. But the Metaverse Core defines what they do. They are traitors, and they are traitors to the entire human race!"

The Underworld Temple sneered with a gloomy tone: "They left, but they are still affecting the development of the human race. Every time the civilization reproduced by humans is finally destroyed, we have found traces of their intervention. Metaverse core Before the Primordial Gods War, we have been issued a killing order. All the former imperial emperors, if they are still alive, we will kill them at all costs!"

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes, traitor? What is the definition of those imperial emperors in the core of Metaverse?

A few gray-haired old people walked over slowly, they smiled brilliantly, and walked slowly in front of Lin Qi. Lin Qi looked at these old people, a strange feeling filled his heart. He can feel the deep emotions contained in the descriptions in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and he can feel the complex emotions of the Underworld Temple towards the human race.

Humans are their creators, but at the same time, they have watched the reproduction and development of humans countless times, and they even observed countless human growth trajectories. Whether it is a hero or a local rogue, the Osmanthus Tree and the others have been living with humans since countless times. It can even be said that they are essentially no different from humans.

Lin Qi can appreciate the ridicule and playfulness of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and the others over the years, from a kind of faint strangeness and strict relationship between superiors and superiors, to the close acquaintances and old friends today. This proves that the sweet-scented osmanthus trees have produced real human emotions, they have the same emotions as human beings, and they have rich feelings.

"We hate those elves!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree said softly: "We also hate those alien races, and even the so-called gods above them. Therefore, Lin Qi, these people in front of us, these things, let us protect their safety together. Let us protect the reproduction of mankind together."

The tone of the Underworld Temple became more and more killing the evil: "Autumn Wind, that big metal piece, if they really want to stand on their own outside the human race, if they really dare to do things that harm the interests of the human race, they, together with The Second Seagod Temple will all be regarded as traitors, and we must do our best to eliminate them."

Heaven Mountain rarely echoes the words of the Underworld Temple: "At all costs, we must eradicate any uncontrollable metaworld units with alienation. If the Second Seagod Temple really dares to do something, we must completely eliminate them immediately. wipe out."

Lin Qi nodded slowly, of course, he wouldn't let the Second Seagod Temple go. If the Second Seagod Temple and Qiu Fengjun cannot be subdued, then they can only be completely destroyed. Lin Qi cannot tolerate the existence of such a powerful and uncontrollable metaworld combat force.

Squinting his eyes, Lin Qi quietly watched the scenes played by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for him. Those are the pictures of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree looking down on human beings from a high altitude during the long years, which made the mind of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree extremely soft and even full of moisture. Lin Qi has also seen the various civilizations created by previous generations of humans over the long years.

Lin Qi finally understood that many of the so-called archaic relics turned out to be the most valuable and representative buildings in the human civilization that has multiplied and destroyed itself again and again. Metaverse rescued these buildings of great value at the time of destruction of human civilization, and stored them as a reserve unit of Metaverse.

In the Primordial God War, the core of the Metaverse was severely damaged. These reserve units were scattered around, and some of them were used by humans during the Primordial God War. With the expansion of the war, these buildings were submerged in the mountains and rivers, and finally evolved into various strange archaic relics.

A picture flashed past, and Lin Qi suddenly saw a huge transparent crystal pyramid from the picture played by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. A petite and cute black donkey the size of a palm was sealed in this crystal pyramid, with a huge snot bubble hanging from its nostrils, yawning lazily. A girl with a beautiful face, wearing a white dress with a black spar on her eyebrows, was standing in front of this huge crystal pyramid, quietly looking at the sleeping donkey.

"Eh? This is?" Lin Qi hurriedly stopped the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, asking him to freeze the picture on the crystal pyramid.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree cried out in astonishment: "Huh? Is it that nasty donkey? But, it's really strange that these images are stored in my database, but my relevant memories... well, it should be the information I lost. There are related memories in the library. I just remember that this donkey should be important? Well, sorry, I really lost all the memories about it."

The dark clouds transformed by **** squirmed anxiously, and a deep and obscure spirit wave passed from the depths of **** to the temple of the underworld. A whisper of astonishment quietly sounded in the Underworld Temple, and then quickly disappeared without a trace. It was like the dead man in the coffin sighed for the last time. No one heard this exclamation. The Temple of Underworld kept the information he had just received.

Lin Qi took a deep look at this picture, and then he closed his eyes. Well, what is the origin of the donkey's identity, it doesn't matter, he is a crazy donkey anyway. Lin Qi was feeling the words of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and Mingshen Temple, quietly comprehending the heavy sense of responsibility in their words.

Perhaps those imperial emperors abandoned their own tribe, and they abandoned their own tribe; perhaps those big metal guys belonging to the Second Sea God Temple, they also forgot their responsibilities, they betrayed their responsibilities. But watching the children running around, watching the old people walking slowly, watching the ordinary citizens with smiles on their faces, feeling the sweet-scented osmanthus trees inside them, Lin Qi knew that he had some responsibilities that he could not give up. of.

Let Lin Qi do what the imperial emperors turned their backs on! Lin Qi raised his hands vigorously and stretched out.

No matter how many enemies stand in front of them, whether it is the gods, or those tyrannical metal beings, or the clansmen of the twelve ancient clans, or those tyrannical primordial evil spirits. In short, Lin Qi will do all he can to protect his people and his people!

In a sentence full of pirate mountain bandit temperament-this is my territory, this is my belongings, so you can't move!

Lin Qi smiled brightly and happily. All the gloom in his heart was swept away. He looked at the sun in the sky and was about to yell a few times. Suddenly the sun in the sky was eclipsed, and a sword light that made people feel frightened from a tall building in the distance Roaring from the tower, it pierced Lin Qi's heart straight.

A low, hell-like voice whistling in Lin Qi's ear: "Lin Qi, the only one who betrays the ruling society is death!"

Once tried to assassinate the Queen of Green Moon and failed Ximen Ya, the top assassin of the Ximen clan armed with the legendary artifact, the Necrotic Fang, assassinated Lin Qi with a monstrous intention to kill. With a terrifying speed that Lin Qi could not even react, the tooth of the Necromancer came with a deep cold air, with death energy enough to freeze human bone marrow into ice. Jian Mang had already moved Lin Qi to the upper body. The clothes were shaken to pieces.

Hundreds of god-level spiritual fluctuations roared in. These spiritual fluctuations full of negative death aura turned into a giant skull with a hideous face and rushed into Lin Qi's mind, screaming and roaring in Lin Qi's mind: "Dead, die, die, you must die!"

Lin Qi's body was numb for a while, and at the moment when Simon Yar shot, at least nearly a thousand necromancers simultaneously imposed various terrifying curses on Lin Qi. The power of the evil curse made Lin Qi's body weaker, and he almost lost the strength to stand!

The revenge of the ruling society actually came so fast and so violently.

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