If there is a choice, I will definitely not take up a job as a void warlock next time...
The legendary Void Bloodline Warlock - Saddam glanced at the prompt message that refreshed on his retina and sighed quietly.
His path to becoming a Void Blood Warlock was generally quite tortuous. According to Saddam's most original dream, he hoped to become a powerful Blood Warlock.
Because blood warlocks don't need to read - Saddam really had a headache from those thick and obscure words.
Even though both of his parents are well-known scholars in related fields, they have not changed his mind.
As for why you took the path of a Void Bloodline Warlock?
"I have not seen any detailed and reliable records proving that blood magicians do not need to learn."
"If you still have unrealistic illusions about this, I personally recommend that you get to know the void."
"There, stupidity often corresponds to strength."
My father, who has always had a long-standing prejudice against scholars on the order side, said angrily after Saddam once again rejected the academic training arranged by him.
Until now, Saddam believes that what his father said is not too wrong.
It's just that at this time, he no longer has the chance to communicate with the other party.
Because they are already dead - when they interpreted the news that Saddam was inaugurated as a Void Warlock as news of his death...
Really...
Are there no decent Void Warlocks?
Saddam sighed.
He feels that at least so far, he is still normal.
"Of course, pride and prejudice are the biggest obstacles."
Saddam's right hand suddenly cracked, and he expressed his opinion on this. "Run quickly, that guy has entered the second stage."
"I don't want to die here, not even a bystander... At this time, Saddam's left hand said eagerly. "It's really crazy..."
Saddam gave his subordinate brothers verbal support for his left ear. "How did they do it?"
"You pushed that guy into the second stage so quickly."
"Is this the true power of the void?"
Saddam's right ear was also quite surprised by this.
Saddam looked at the discussion of his many organs with a calm expression.
Look, my father, this is such a discussion full of reason and logic. Perhaps it is not as knowledgeable as you who are familiar with the classics.
But doesn’t it coincide with the diversity of opinions that you once advocated? Saddam thought this way.
But his legs remained silent at this time.
At this time, they have no intention of making comments.
The instinct of survival made these two solid brothers fight side by side again. They skipped the vast void and flew towards the unknown direction in the darkness and the afterglow of the sea of stars.
Behind Saddam, there is an invisible shock wave like a huge wave! In the grand view of the universe, you can see a corner of the dark universe: an imperceptible ripple, slowly spreading.
And corresponding to the specific material world, it is an uproar that is enough to swallow up the stars!
They are material fluctuations without any emotion, just like the mud and rocks pouring down the ridge.
It does not carry earthly grudges and emotions, it is a cold and unstoppable material torrent.
It's just that at this moment, a person like Saddam Hussein is unfortunately caught in a torrent that can sweep through several galaxies.
The corrupted space acted like an "amplifier" to a certain extent.
Although there is no very significant change in the core area of its effect, the aftermath that spreads out has actually received a boost like a shot in the arm.
This may lead to a huge disaster and countless lives - no, maybe not that many...
This is not a rich material world.
its core civilization
The area lies on the other side of the universe, which is very far away from here. The war that occurs here is not enough to affect there.
In other words, if the aftermath of the battle has already spread there, then there is no need to consider whether it has spread or not.
Instead, we need to think about the ultimate topic of world destruction and race survival. "Maybe... I have a rational enough proposal."
And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
It sounds like it has some kind of strong and resolute will.
"Since these void leaders have shown their ability and decisiveness, we should choose a side to support."
"From the most objective perspective, I personally think the leader from the Deep Water Country is pretty good."
"Of course, as everyone knows, I have always been objective and rational enough, and it has no direct connection with her human form fully satisfying my fetishes."
The voice continued to speak, but was quickly suppressed.
"Put away your pitiful ambitions, we will only obey the true and wise will of Saddam."
"You will only lead us to the worst ending. Aren't the lessons of the former lustful chosen one enough to wake you up?"
Saddam's right hand criticized this mercilessly.
Saddam's attack with his right hand seemed to be just the beginning.
Soon, sounds from other organs also gave advice to the organ that made the sound. Under such noisy movement, an obviously irritable voice came from Saddam's body:
"So, we just run away like this?"
"That guy's health bar is shining, we should at least give it a try!"
Then there was a pause among the many voices.
The next moment, the discussion started again.
It was as if the violent voice was just an illusion caused by the alienation of the void.
"That's enough! You weaklings!"
"It's time to let me out!"
Seeing this, the violent voice suddenly fell into a kind of rage.
With the change of the other party, all discussions were forced to end.
An indescribable and dangerous change is taking place in Saddam's body.
Seeing this, Saddam couldn't help but say:
"Contain your anger, my battle brother, it's not the time for you to show up yet." "We still need you to be busy, but not now."
Only then did the irritable voice say angrily:
"Okay, now you are Saddam, I listen to you
Then everything fell into a certain silence.
Saddam couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this.
The current team is difficult to lead...
Look, my arrogant father, you should be proud of your son.
Those rubbish that cannot even be controlled by oneself.
No matter how much paper and parchment is stuffed in, what will happen?
Saddam slapped his right eye.
Knowing his will, his right eye rushed out and looked behind him. The distant area that had originally been reduced to chaos was now emitting a faint light.
"Not good..."
Upon seeing this, many organs spoke out in unison.
"Go away! It's my turn!"
The violent voice that had been silent sounded again.
The next moment, Saddam's body suddenly became trance-like!
Like a racing car that suddenly stepped on the accelerator, it began to accelerate rapidly, and the area that originally emitted a glimmer of light began to flicker with some kind of heart-stopping flicker...
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This chapter has been completed!