Hundreds of millions of conquerors?

Looking at the densely packed modulating nests in the wilderness, the blood pupils fell silent...

How terrifying, what a terrifying power... Even after ten thousand years, these powerful conquers are still venting their power to the outside world. They unscrupulously cast powerful and wild auras, just like hibernating beasts waiting for the moment of awakening. The endless "branches" transported mysterious liquid into their bodies to ensure their vitality.

It can be imagined that when they open their eyes again, the entire universe will be boiling!!

No one can stop their power and stop their revenge!!

"This...this is..." Robbie's eyes widened in disbelief, his fingers trembling and pale. "What is this!?"

"Why, why is that civilization destroyed, and there are still so many warriors left behind! Who are they? Why are they still alive?"

"Ah... they are really alive, so terrible." Xiao Boxi also said in surprise, his face pale.

They are all elites among cosmic mercenaries, no matter how powerful they are, when they see hundreds of millions of warriors as powerful as themselves, the only thing they can leave behind is fear. Crodill showed them that they are too strong. So many conquers have enough power to submerge half of the universe and destroy hundreds of millions of civilizations into the fire of war. If they are allowed to expel anger, then the entire universe and civilization will retreat thousands of years.

This is the true power of destruction, which belongs to Crodill. The final foundation.

Blood Eyes were also shocked, and he still didn't know how Crodill left such a huge legion. The number of so many warriors is no longer something that a civilization can possess. Even if all the members of human beings are combined, they can't get so many strong people together.

Hundreds of millions! Really hundreds of millions of millions. The power of the universe can be submerged!

In an instant, a sudden enlightenment surged in the blood pupil. These conquerors were not produced at the same time. They were likely to have accumulated since the moment Crodill was born. The long years allowed them to retain the warriors of excellent quality and eventually form such a terrifying scale.

But the question is, how did Crodill keep them alive until today, ten thousand years later?

Holding this question, Xue Tong observed again, but then suddenly became stunned.

An unimaginable chill climbed up his spine, and he felt like he had fallen into the abyss.

No! They are not living people!!

Those who are modulated in the nest are just a body! Hundreds of millions of bodies!

They are still alive, but they are dead. No one will ever come out of the modulation nest again. Because they have long lost their souls!

With a huge shock in his mind, his bloody pupil suddenly turned around and looked at the four men in front of the throne. Then his heart thundered.

They are also bodies! They are powerful enough to compare with the bodies of planetary powerhouses!

Wait, that face...

"Shadow!" Xue Tong suddenly cried out.

"What did you say?" Robbie was stunned and asked hurriedly.

Xue Tong did not answer him, but walked quickly to the first man and lifted up his long hair. Below that, wasn't it a familiar handsome face?

"It's Shadow! The Shadow of the First Altar!" Robbie immediately said in surprise. An unbelievable gaze flashed in his eyes. "But isn't he dead? The only clone is still at the First Altar? Have we read it wrong?"

"No." Xue Tong shook his head silently, his face gloomy as if a layer of dark clouds were shrouded. "You read it right, and I did not admit it wrong."

"He is Shadow. The time traveler among the four masters of Crodill, Shadow."

Blood pupils lowered their palms and let Yingying's long hair hang down. A trace of gloom flashed in her eyes. "But what we see is just a shell."

"Shadow's body?"

"No. It should have been modulated later." Xue Tong replied. He glanced at the second man again. Unexpectedly, it was Lestero.

The third man, Boya.

The fourth man, Dirk.

The four masters that Xue Tong had seen were all here at this moment. Although it was just a body, Xue Tong could almost imagine that these were all prepared by the Crodill civilization for their rebirth. Once at a certain moment, perhaps their spirit, soul, or clone would come from the darkness and merge with the body again.

By that time, it is the time when the Crodill civilization will come out of the ruins again and face the universe.

Thousands of years of hatred and anger will be clear for a while.

But the only problem is that there is no king in front of them.

The throne is empty.

Blood Eyes were not only confused. With Crodill's technology, since he could clone the bodies of the four masters, why did he miss the "king"? Can even the four masters leave their own traces across time and space? As Crodill's greatest person, can't the "king" stay?

This is not in line with reality.

In addition, what is even more strange about Blood Eyes is why there are only bodies in the deepest part of this ruin. Although these bodies are strong, those who lose their souls are just dead objects. No matter how powerful dead objects are, they are worthless. Crodill tried his best to keep them, and where can he find their souls?

It’s okay to say that the four masters are once legendary strong men, and even after such a long time, there are still traces left. But these hundreds of millions of conquerors are the problem. No matter how powerful civilization is, it is impossible to keep the souls of so many strong men and keep them to this day.

Compared with a civilization, time is the eternity of the universe.

"Why?"

Bloody eyes stared at the wilderness under his feet in a daze, and a daze flashed in his eyes. "Why do you want to leave these? What's the point..."

"Blood...Blood Pupils..." Robbie's voice came from his ears, and Blood Pupil turned around blankly.

"You're calling me?"

"You!" Strangely, Robbie no longer had the quietness of the past at this moment, but pointed at the bloody eyes and showed a horrified expression.

"Your body..."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Xue Tong looked down strangely, but found that at some point, his body was actually covered by a thick layer of blood mist, and blood-colored auras flew out from his body, rushing into the sky like a ghost. Unconsciously, red dark clouds began to appear in the sky. Fierce winds and shadows continued.

The next moment, a strong, almost torn soul pain came from the depths of Xue Tong's mind, causing him to kneel down involuntarily.

"ah!!"

The violent pain was raging wildly, and the blood pupils could hardly control themselves. Their hands and ten fingers were sinking into the ground at the same time, squeezing the hard altar into cracks.

But this is not important. What is important is that at this moment, Xue Tong actually left the reality and was suddenly pulled back to his mind.

In front of him, a boiling sea of ​​blood appeared. The once familiar sea of ​​blood. Countless blood shadows were struggling out of the sea of ​​blood, screaming like hungry ghosts.

At the same time, Robbie outside was shocked to see a shocking scene.

I saw the vast wilderness behind the throne suddenly cracked from the middle, revealing an extremely huge shadow. In the shadow, a gorgeous, unique modulation nest slowly rose out.

But unlike other modulation nests, this modulation nest...
Chapter completed!