I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

Su Chen was intercepted by a Cyclops in the sky.

A powerful demigod waited for his arrival in the sky, and with a thunderous strike, Su Chen's body fell into the deep pit under his feet again.

Smoke billowed.

Countless huge rocks that rose from the ground collapsed one after another, and the world of chemical objects seemed to disappear due to the exhaustion of analytical power.

The analytical power flowing from the gap in the ring of Anovar is really too rare, and the amount is so small that Su Chen exhausted them with just one use.

This red planet is about to complete a rotation, the light of the star covering this half is fading, and the darkness and shadows begin to swallow up the half of the planet that was once bathed in the light.

Su Chen looked up from the bottom of the dark pit.

The dark wilderness spread before his eyes, fleeting like an illusion, and it seemed that it never appeared at all.

The darkness began to expand in Su Chen's pupils, and then returned to normal in the next moment.

The eighth caste of the line body stands at the end of the sky, and the analytical power is not so easy to deal with. Su Chen cut its body into several sections in an instant, and the analytical power vibrated between its bodies, making it want to recover itself The body appears to be difficult.

And the Cyclops is descending with the force of thunder.

It wants to take down Su Chen directly.

Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, for some reason, his mind seemed a little empty at this moment, as if he was in the wilderness, he seemed to be thinking about nothing, and he seemed to be thinking about everything .

Therefore, a series of simple thoughts arose in Su Chen's mind.

He felt he needed a weapon.

Without a weapon, how would he kill this empty enemy?

The knowledge Su Chen learned from a young age told him that the biggest difference between human beings as intelligent life and other creatures is that human beings know how to use tools and know how to use them.

So he raised his arm and held it towards the sky.

At that moment, an incomparably shrill scream sounded in the space.

It was like the sound of countless people wailing, countless people fighting, and countless people going crazy.

Somewhere, something heard that call.

The heart in the human chest beats more and more violently.

The blood flowed in the body, passing through the blood vessels and organs, bringing unprecedented and powerful power to this body.

That is the power of blood.

That is the curse of blood.

That's incredible...

The power of power.

The far end of the starry sky.

Galfa No. 1, the beach villa, was in the corner of Su Chen's room when the Federation was in chaos and looking for Mr. Su everywhere.

In this corner where no one cares about, hangs a broken bloody long sword.

It was cut in the center at the Battle of Barsalom.

The fragments fell apart, many of which could not even be retrieved, and the remaining parts could not even be pieced together into the shape of a sword.

It hangs here for a full year and a half.

Even now, in critical moments, no one thought of this sword.

It and the story of its creation seem long forgotten.

So no one found out.

At this moment, it slowly dimmed in the shadows, turned into a bloodstain, and disappeared here.

And on the other side of the starry sky.

Somewhere in the unknown starry sky, on the deep space planet that will be swallowed by darkness, blood gathers here for no reason.

A blood-colored long sword gathered into shape in Su Chen's palm.

Bloody crystal sword.

Presents flawlessly in the hands of its owner.

It responds to its call and takes shape once more in the here and now.

The old things are annihilated, and a new long sword is born in blood.

It seems to confirm the curse that carried blessings on the top of Tokyo Tower a long time ago.

Even today, it still answers his call.

Su Chen gripped the long sword tightly, and raised his head from the bottom of the dark pit.

Before his eyes, the sky and the world are intertwined and changing.

It was an absurd and unimaginable scene.

In front of his eyes is sometimes the dark wilderness, sometimes the real sky of the red planet, and sometimes the dreamy gesture of the two intertwined without distinguishing between you and me.

They appeared in front of Su Chen in a strange state, like the pictures of a broken TV.

It made Su Chen feel illusory and unreal.

But only two things are true.

Sword in hand.

The beating heart in the chest.

So he looked up.

Dark pupils stared at the Cyclops descending through the air.

That eighth caste demigod.

In this dreamy, broken world, it should be extremely powerful and fast, but it seems to have begun to slow down. In this world, it is like a piece of paper flying down from the sky. He flew down and stretched out his fist to himself.

Then Su Chen raised the edge of the sword in his hand and slashed at the piece of paper.

Blood splattered.

Cyclops' pupils suddenly shrank.

Because at this moment, what splashed was not human blood, but its blood.

Its fist that hit Su Chen was cut off.

No, not just fists.

Only this sword.

Its entire right arm was broken off at the shoulder!

An arm nearly as long as a human fell to the ground without a sound, and the spurt of purple blood was stopped in an instant, but the blow of the Cyclops was completely missed, and he fell backwards behind him, falling on the ground on the ground.

Like a dead dog.

This is the Cyclops' evaluation of himself at this moment. It doesn't know how many centuries it has not been in such a state of distress, but now, it is like this, falling to the ground in such a state of distress like a dead dog, its face full Terrified, he looked at the human being in the distance.

that human.

and the sword in his hand.

It clearly remembered that the bloody crystal sword was mercilessly crushed by it in the Battle of Basalom.

However……

However……

High in the sky, the eighth caste of the line body felt the breath emanating from that human being at this moment, and was even more horrified: He has reached the eighth caste—he has reached the eighth caste?! How is this possible?! How is this possible?! How could someone in this world become stronger and stronger? How could it be possible to break two realms in a row?!

At this moment, in the eyes of these high-caste people, Su Chen, who was standing there holding a sword, seemed like a monster.

And then, with him as the center.

A city rises from the ground.

There are towering buildings and numerous streets and alleys.

That is the old far away.

If there are real people from Yuanliao here, you may be able to see that there is a certain difference between this Yuanliao and the real Yuanliao. At this moment, there are many buildings in Yuanliao city that do not exist in Yuanliao.

Those are the projections of Su Chen's old memories.

As an awakened person, he lived in the city time and time again.

He walks in the dark wilderness.

Walk in this city of memories.

He walks in his own life.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but on this side of the battlefield, people heard a woman's distant sigh, like mourning.

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