In the starry sky, four groups of people were floating like this, and each of them looked calm.

Below them, in front of them, countless warships were fighting fire, exploding, and the gorgeous flames reflected the starry sky red. The huge mountain-like warships slowly tilted, all of which became their most perfect background.

The Speaker looked at Xue Tong silently, his eyes full of relief.

"My promise will surely come true," he said softly, then raised his head and looked far ahead.

There, a huge circle was in sight, and countless Boka and the Crusaders were rushing out from it. This is the foundation of the two races for thousands of years, and it was fully displayed at this moment. The overwhelming number and terrifying momentum would make people desperate even if they were just looking at it. Once upon a time of chaos, such a huge lineup also appeared before Crodill. They drowned the stubborn civilization and the stubborn warrior. Now, they have to crush humans with the same domineeringness.

It's like squeezing an ant to death.

It’s a pity that no ordinary people stand here now, and the feeling of despair will never appear in their hearts.

In fact, they got up from humility to seize the fire-making maker who hoped to prevent the despair from thriving...

For all, those who seek light in the darkness.

For the sake of race, civilization, and even everything, those who are unwilling to give up hope.

For the sake of the person who had run out of ammunition and food, he still raised his head and said 'no' to the enemy.

Fight to the end of the universe.

"It's our turn!" The Speaker's voice sounded, not high, but as firm as a mountain!

"High your hands and feet, and your movements are slow and you can't eat rice!" Muse smiled, and took his team to flash, disappearing in front of him in an instant.

Mijier looked at the Speaker gently and said softly. "Don't forget your and my agreement."

"If I don't die this time, I will definitely accompany you to eternity." The Speaker replied softly.

Mijier smiled slightly. It seemed as if the entire starry sky had lost its color. She walked to the speaker, held up the speaker's wrinkled old face and kissed her gently. "The agreement takes effect. If the agreement is broken, you will not be spared even if you die." After that, she raised her hand and waved her hand, and disappeared into the void with her companions.

Xue Tong looked at the two strong men who had joined the battlefield with complicated eyes, and nodded slightly to the Speaker. "I'm going to set out too."

"Okay." The Speaker took a deep breath and said solemnly to the Blood Pupil. "As I thought, in the past, Crodill's will ran through the whole world, and now, human beings are also going on Crodill's path. It's not that we don't know how to make choices, but that we don't know how to let go."

"Let go?" Blood pupils flickered and they asked softly. "Why should we let go, why should we let go?"

"Well said!" The Speaker smiled and stretched out his right hand. Bloody Pupil was stunned for a moment, and then... slowly reached out his hand.

After many years of separation, on this same battlefield, the hands of the same enemies, two different but extremely similar races, finally held together. It was like traveling through time and space, the two huge wills merged and recognized each other. At this moment, Crodill's will and human tolerance were combined together, constantly sublimating and growing.

Maybe this is fate? Maybe not? Who can say it clearly?

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In the starry sky, countless figures began to rise in the group of human ships, all of which were cosmic warriors above comet level. They were like tiny drops of water. They continued to gather and split, and teams were thrown into the front. Before this unprecedented war, humans had already taken out their full strength.

Perhaps this is too ugly for Boka and Lusha, and even all the cosmic nobles in the upper world. But this is the civilization that humans... even ants have to shout for.

Boom... In an instant, the space above the battlefield fluctuated, and various attacks and abilities emerged one after another. Countless figures flashed in staggered, like dazzling meteors. Human warriors and Boka Sand's powerful men rushed together at the first time, bursting out the most brilliant light since the war started.

The deadly force fields are rising one after another, and beams of light flash in an instant, and from time to time, people turn into ashes, and more people are involved. Compared with the fleet battle below, the battle between the space warriors may not be so exaggerated, but it is even more fatal. Any slight mistake may determine the fall of a strong man.

Huh... A human mercenary was wearing a special armor for the universe, and drew a 'z' trajectory in the starry sky as if he had lost his inertia. He just avoided the corrosive ray of a sand conqueror. Before he could counterattack, he suddenly settled in place. The space around his body was twisted and folded, and the whole person was sucked into it by a force field, and then squeezed into a ball of flesh and blood that was invisible.

Before the strong man of Sha had time to celebrate the victory, he was cut off by another silver light in the waist and let out a harsh scream in the void.

"Come on... I'm here!"

"Kill you! Kill your dad tomorrow!"

"Ha, I've caught it, you're still early!"

In the network of thoughts covering the entire void, mercenaries or star pirates were shouting and scolding. Some of them had just completed a kill, while others died within a few seconds after the scolding. But no matter what, they were engaged in an epic battle. The sense of mission and glory of this battle stimulated the heart of every warrior, so that even after countless years, their descendants were still excited in some records.

But in fact, the battle is not as glorious as written in the poem. Compared with the fruits gained by mankind, their sacrifices are even more amazing.

Ten thousand... Within half an hour of fighting between the two sides, the number of human deaths reached this amazing level. You should know that this is not an ordinary person, but a cosmic warrior. Any cosmic warrior from nothing to something, from weak to strong, has to go through countless battles and training, and the cultivation of time and resources.

In contrast, Boka and Husha only died in battle of about 7,000 people.

The war losses between the two sides were extremely inconsistent, and there was no way to do so. After all, compared with Boca and Huosha, human background is too weak. It is a miracle to be able to persevere until now.

But this does not mean a disadvantage, but rather a stronger outbreak...

In the starry sky, a figure shuttled through lightning, and instantly drew out countless words of "z" invaded the middle of a group of sam-sha conquerors. As soon as the figure turned from blurred into virtual and real, it pointed at the forehead of a sam-sha conqueror.

“Dry!”

The Conqueror of the Sha Conqueror was stunned for a moment, and then his body suddenly collapsed, like scattered sand grains. The disaster then fully revealed his figure and grinned at all the Sha strongmen around him.

"Sorry, seeing me is your disaster."

Raise with one hand, and a biting cold light flashes in the eyes of the disaster.

Ability, liquid control!

Medium, magnetic field flow!

"Die, Anubis' ridicule!!"
Chapter completed!