As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

Chapter 1268 [The figure lingering on the battlefield]

Mork Star Territory.

Mohr civilization.

As an ordinary small tribe with no background, due to some coincidences, they became a pseudo-seventh-level civilization.

However, their seventh-level moisture is really powerful.

Originally, a certain treasure was discovered, but in the end, nothing was kept warm, and the treasure was targeted by a higher-order civilization.

How could the Mohr civilization, which had just entered the sixth level at that time, be an opponent of the opponent? Not only was its treasure taken away, but its own race was also reduced to the opponent's colony.

This situation lasted for hundreds of years, and the Mohr civilization was promoted to a pseudo-seventh-level civilization. However, the other party relied on that "treasure" and was already a pseudo-eighth-level civilization!

There is a huge cultural gap, so it stands to reason that there is no hope of counterattack in this life.

Unexpectedly, with the outbreak of the Void War, the Morr civilization was not destroyed, and the pseudo-eighth-level civilization was the first to be crushed to pieces.

The high-ranking generals were running away desperately, so they couldn't care about them.

But a pseudo-seventh-level civilization that has exhausted its potential and been forcibly pulled up is just a piece of fat meat in the eyes of many other civilizations.

The Morr civilization was forced into the whirlpool of war and was constantly being eroded under the siege of a large number of civilizations.

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"God forbid, when will the war end?"

"We are obviously a peace-loving race, why do we have to suffer these hardships..."

"God, can you save us?"

In the dormitory, which was not spacious and had a strange shape, Nick prayed.

Morls are similar in size to humans, except that they are taller, generally over three meters.

There are hands and feet, an extra pupil grows between the eyebrows, and simple stripes are outlined on the face.

Through these strange patterns, different Mor people are given their own abilities.

Nick is a sixth-level low-level warrior, who was very inconspicuous a few decades ago.

But now, it has become an indispensable backbone on the battlefield.

With a bang, the dormitory door was pushed open.

"You're still praying, you silly guy."

The Moor, who looked tired, pushed open the door and entered. After yawning, he lay down directly on the lotus-shaped mattress, "Is it useful to believe in gods? Which civilization have you seen that can avoid war by believing in gods? They don't have time to take care of themselves! "

Nick was silent.

"I said you new recruits are like this. You talk all day long, worrying about this and that."

"Because you have a good talent, your rank rises very quickly. Compared with veteran warriors, the next one at the same rank can kill ten of you!"

The other person grunted, obviously looking down on Nick who was like a woman.

"Senior...do you have any information on the recent situation of Ahua and the others?" Nick asked cautiously without paying attention to the other party's attitude.

The senior who was crossing his legs paused for a moment.

Catching this detail, Nick's heart stopped for a beat.

"Senior?" it asked.

"I guess it's still like that. I don't know. Anyway, it's useless if you think too much."

"Did something happen to them?" Nick became more and more anxious.

After a long silence, the senior slowly spoke, "The second front is about to be lost, what do you think?"

"This……"

Nick froze completely after receiving the answer.

He froze in place for dozens of seconds.

Hearing a pop, it sat on the ground in despair.

The senior glanced at it, opened his mouth, and instinctively wanted to say something sarcastic, but finally curled his lips and swallowed the words.

Put your arms behind your head, cross your legs and look at the ceiling.

His eyes were melancholy, with some indescribable emotions.

Not sure how much time had passed, it turned around and saw Nick still sitting on the ground in a daze.

"Hey kid, can you cheer up?" It couldn't help but say.

"But we..." It put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and whined, but in the end it couldn't say anything.

"Can you please stop being so pretentious?" The senior waved his hands in annoyance, "Since you have entered the battlefield, you must be prepared to die. They just left earlier than us and will return to the battlefield in a few days. Maybe you and I They will all die."

"Look at it openly. Our clan is weak. Facing the invasion of powerful enemies, death is inevitable."

With that said, it put down its legs, turned its face and said mysteriously, "Hey, have you heard anything recently?"

"What?" Nick was confused.

"[The goddess of death wandering in the battlefield]."

"?" Nick expressed that he had never heard of the title of the second grader.

"I don't know where it came from recently. It is said that some tribesmen who were on the verge of death were rescued or saw the scene when they came back to the light. The next thing is that when they were about to die, they all saw a flash of black and purple. Figure."

“The figure was completely shrouded in mist, and only a pair of clear pupils stood out. Even if the face could not be seen clearly, one could feel that there must be an extremely stunning face beneath the veil of mist. "

"Senior, why are you suddenly saying this..."

Nick became increasingly confused.

Why did the topic suddenly change from fallen comrades to this aspect?

"Don't interrupt, listen to me first."

The senior continued, "At first I thought this was someone who was too mentally stressed and made it up, or it was a imaginary character."

"Recently, more and more soldiers who have experienced life and death have said they have seen this figure."

"I actually didn't really believe it until so many people spoke in unison and described all the details clearly. I suddenly remembered that I didn't experience a battle in the fifth theater two years ago..."

Nick was completely immersed in the other person's words, staying quiet and listening.

"I won't go into the specific details. I was lucky enough to survive the battle between the two armies."

"To say I survived is actually a bit flattering. I was already on the verge of death. In a hazy moment, I struggled to get up from the pit. Guess what I saw?"

"That ghostly figure everyone is talking about?" Nick said.

The senior did not answer directly and continued, "That is such an erratic figure. She seems to have no body, and she is like a ghost in another layer of space. She is looming like mist and will dissipate when the wind blows."

"I saw with my own eyes strands of black, purple, and colorful silk threads floating out from each body and entering her body..."

"Words really can't describe the scene at that time. I can only recall it from vague memories. That ethereal figure disappeared and appeared, affecting countless breaths."

"The light flow interweaves and the particles shuttle, as if weaving an extremely gorgeous long dress for it..."

The senior murmured, looking dazed and lost in reminiscing.

"What happened next?" Seeing that his senior had remained silent, Nick couldn't help but ask.

"Then? It didn't come later. I fainted."

The seniors should take it for granted.

"I told you that it happened many years ago, and I was seriously injured at the time. When I woke up, I thought I was hallucinating, but I don't remember so much."

"Even what I just said, I am not sure whether it is what really happened or whether it is a scene I imagined out of thin air."