Lord of the Low Version System

Undead, monsters, alien humans and even gods...

All of them ran away in advance because their hometowns were destroyed, or they felt the crisis was coming.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is the instinct of life.

The members of Taimei's command have space channels and can reach the Titan continent instantly, but these beings can only rely on their own two legs.

Head up.

Countless black spots appeared in the sky, as well as swarms of black waves.

Among them, Tamil saw giant birds with wingspans of thousands of meters, soaring snakes that meandered for ten miles, tigers and leopards that came and went like lightning, and humans driving airships that shuttled rapidly.

They were either passing by in a hurry and passing by the Titan Continent, or evil wolves came to the door and wanted to rush into the Titan Continent for supplies.

In the face of disaster, no one thought about stopping it.

This is an irresistible force.

They don't know how far the road ahead is, they only know that they run one step at a time.

If it weren't for the care and reluctance, and having family and roots, Taimuer might also be on the way to escape.

This is his home and he is not going anywhere.

This is his home, no one can break in.

Before the emperor comes, those who trespass will die!

No one listened.

Nor did the savages expect them to listen.

One figure after another rose into the air, either riding a mount or flying in the air, fighting with the intruders.

The rumble of meteors falling to the ground continued, and hot blood poured down.

Dragons, demons, humans, battleships...

All kinds of corpses and wreckage fell from the sky, impacting hard on the surface of the Titan continent.

Certain key locations were destroyed by people on the surface before they could land.

Tamil sat still.

But he has broken through the nature of the world.

In his eyes, the battle in the sky is just the collision of data streams.

The larger the size, the greater the amount of data, and the more complex it is relatively speaking.

The smaller the body size, the smaller the amount of data, and it is relatively more powerful and sensitive.

The level of skills and the strength of skills all depend on the speed of data reading, writing and calculation. The more advanced the ability, the more complex it is, and the easier it is to produce redundancy. The deeper the understanding and application of this ability, the more redundant it will be. The less it is, the more likely it is to produce some modes of operation that go beyond the norm.

Following these clues, Tamil gradually grasped some truth.

For example, the tall demon who is fighting with his subordinates.

He seemed to have the upper hand, was aggressive and arrogant, but Tamir knew that his death was coming, just 3.453 seconds later.

wipe!

An ax kills the head.

The majestic power contained in the ax blade exploded instantly, not only killing the body, but also crushing the soul.

Exactly, just as Tamil expected.

He has seen through the nature of the world and seen its demise, not to mention the insignificant ants in the world.

At a glance, one death countdown appears one after another.

Tamir tried to save one of his men, and he was saved. He escaped death and lived a lot longer.

However, this change spread like ripples, and the life countdowns of many surrounding lives changed.

Some people have increased it, some people have decreased it.

Can't say it's good or bad.

All we can say is that there are gains and losses.

At the same time, it also shows that fate affects the whole body. It does not exist in isolation. No life can survive the destruction of the world alone.

However, Tamil could never see his own.

I can't even see the people around me.

Everything is garbled.

Messy, disorganized, and clueless.

fair enough!

As long as it's not doomed, there's hope for everything.

Even if it is destined, he will not just sit back and die.

Thinking of this, he stood up, raised his hand and with a move, the giant sword flowing with red flames was pulled out from the alien space little by little.

This is the sword of the Tamil emperor.

It's not a magical weapon, but one he has used since his debut, transformed from ordinary iron bit by bit.

It's not an artifact, it's a level unto itself.

Just as the name Tamil transcended The Great and became his personal exclusive, its name Delight of Fire also became a unique symbol.

Judgment of heaven and earth horizontally, judgment of yin and yang vertically.

Under the two swords, all the demons and ghosts in the sky were gone.

Countless ashes and dust scattered down, and were burned into nothingness before they hit the ground.

The sword energy soared into the sky.

The extraterrestrial beings who were still rushing towards the Titan Continent were shocked. Some gave up and changed direction, while others accelerated their speed.

In their view, there is powerful life in the world in front of them. As long as they plunder its life source, their strength will skyrocket and they will have an extra chance of survival in a crisis.

Even if you can't, you can still store the essence of its flesh and blood as nutrients to support your endless wandering in the void.

In Tamil's eyes, all the extraterrestrial creatures coming towards him showed the countdown of their lives.

Return to zero!

Return to zero!

Return to zero!

With just one strike out of thin air, without any real contact, they died one after another.

It's not swordsmanship, nor sword energy, nor sword intention, sword power...

Just swinging the sword casually.

Whoever the Tamil mind locks will die.

rule?

Divine magic?

It doesn’t feel like either…

However, it is that simple and yet so weird.

Tamir understood that the rules of this world had collapsed, and the logic of attack-hitting the target-causing damage-determining injury-determining death was out of order.

All you need is the beginning and the end, the process is irrelevant.

Taimeier looked at the others again. His subordinates, including the extraterrestrial beings, were still fighting in a strict manner, with collisions and casualties.

Feel……

It's like everyone is drunk and I am sober.

Out of tune with this world.

Taimu vaguely felt that he was not killing someone, but...

It's like reading a comic. The two little people on the page are jumping around, you are cutting me and I am killing you, and they are having a great time.

But the person who was reading the book would tear it apart and nothing would be left.

Tamil feels that way right now.

He does not attack a single person, but attacks all connections between him and the world, killing everything at its root.

In this case...

Then let me give it a try!

Immediately, he swung it hard, and the Joy of Fire shot straight into the sky like a flying fireball, and then flexibly turned in the air, like a harpoon, accurately targeting one after another of extraterrestrial creatures.

Its speed continues unabated.

It doesn't stop for a moment.

The path it passed was strewn with corpses.

There is no need to even hit it, just a slight brush against it can make the difference between life and death.

In the end, without even wiping, they were doomed to death by just locking them remotely.

This kind of power...

Tamil clenched his fists in fascination, not knowing how to express the joy in his heart.

Very powerful force.

Unfortunately, this power came too late!