Some corner on Mars.

Looking at the huge star body in the sky that was about to fall to the ground and bring destruction, I felt that the Black Beast Tribe that had already arrived, even their chiefs gave up their struggle and called on everyone to start the doomsday carnival.

The orc-shaped creature with brown, black and rough skin was wrapped around her waist, and was drunk and dreaming of death with the leader's acquiescence, indulging in pleasure at will.

It is rare to see on weekdays that the anesthetic drinks stored in the deepest part of the tribe have now been moved out of the cellar, and the inadequate food has been released. Anyway, after eating this meal, you will no longer have to worry about starving.

The long-eared prisoners of war that were previously only enjoyed by tribal warriors, are now all pulled to the sacrificial square without falling to the ground, with black orcs everywhere, surrounded by long-eared ones.

"Damn!" This is the sound of several orcs clinking their cups.

"Damn!" This is their cursing voice.

"Dry!" This is the sound of the clothes being torn.

For a moment, the crazy laughter of the orcs, the burp of the wine, and the cry of the long ears resounded throughout the camp.

...

"It's a pity that we don't have the chance to live to see the day when the Kingdom of Yufeng Heaven was born."

The chief of the Black Beast Tribe who had entered the sage mode was holding his mouth for the aftermath, and he was calm and used his last time to think about the beast.

As for the minions on the side, no one cared about the chief who was a quick gunman, and all of them felt relieved.

Even the few who know how to flatter the most often choose to join the doomsday carnival, with only the faint wailing of long ears telling the fact that not everyone is enjoying this fact.

People are about to die, so what's the future?

...

"We will win the sky!"

Just as the Black Beast Tribe was in a doomsday carnival, the voice from Yinghuo suddenly sounded, and several soldiers were so scared that they surrendered their guns on the spot.

Instinctively, the orcs knew that this was the voice of their gods.

Divine power is like a prison!

Of course, after the shock, it was ecstasy!

"God did not give up on us!"

They pushed away their long ears, turned to kneel on the ground and prayed with tears in their faces.

As a primitive tribe with divine power and royal power, most of the people in the Black Beast tribe still retain a considerable degree of devotion to the gods.

The priests in the tribe, like chiefs, all have a lofty status and can determine life and death in one sentence.

But in despair, they choose to vent rather than pray.

...

As soon as Ying Huo said this, almost all the local creatures left on Mars rekindled their faith in life.

Through countless lines of faith as dense as spider webs, their vision was able to pass through numerous barriers and directly "see" the giant who was more than two hundred meters tall incarnated by Ying Huo.

Unfortunately, the primitive tribes, who have not even fully promoted weights and measures, do not know how heavy the moon is, but just blindly believe that God is omnipotent.

...

"If I can survive this time, let's put all these long ears down."

The ice wormwood that was used as smoke in the chief's mouth was burning to the end.

After walking around between life and death, it suddenly felt that the Kingdom of Sufengtian, which he had always wanted to establish, seemed to have become so boring.

...

"River of Yangyan, launch!"

Immediately after Ying Huo's transformation, Tic also triggered the penultimate step in his plan.

Yang Yan, the star destroyer on the moon, activated its second mode, auxiliary mode, and cooperated with the psychic network system that enveloped the entire planet's fortress.

A long river composed purely of psychic energy sets out from the launch port of the Yangyan launch silo, passes through the hole prepared in advance in the artificial atmosphere, and rushes to Mars at a terrifying speed.

"It's your turn to you." Tiqi used the fastest speed to transmit the part related to Bai Mo to him, "This time, I owe you an extra favor."

"Good luck."

...

Bai Mo raised his right hand and his palm facing the Yangyan River.

A thick piece of darkness surged out of his palm, instantly submerging hundreds of square meters around him.

Whether it is the naked eye or the psychic vision, nothing else can be felt in this area except darkness.

He let go of his ability to absorb energy to welcome the spiritual stream that came from the distance of the moon and wanted to "remotely charge" him.

...

The collision between light and darkness is a little different from what others imagine. They quietly complete the docking, or rather, it is more like a blend of water and milk.

The pure spiritual energy derived from the psychic network system was absorbed by the black hole opened by the white ink almost without any obstacle. The color of Oreo appeared briefly at the junction of light and darkness, and then returned to darkness.

The muscles of the right hand that support the black hole began to expand, and soon changed from an ordinary arm to a normal thigh.

But this is far from the end. The arms that have become thicker than their waists are squeezed into a state thicker than their waists under the crazy influx of psychic energy.

Then the shoulders adjacent to the right hand were urged to emit a wing by the psychic energy.

The psychic energy kept wandering, and his left hand, left leg, and right leg fell one after another, turning into muscle rods, and the wings on his left also grew out.

...

"Have he lost his sense of pain?" Ticchi keenly discovered that although his body changed greatly, Bai Mo's face had not changed at all.

According to his usual experiments, he was able to strengthen his body quickly by such a large amount of psychic energy, and even if it was just a clone, part of the pain would still return to the body.

The pain that penetrates the bone marrow when forcibly transforming the body is enough to move any steel warrior.

"Do you know what the word "Wanxiang" means?" Bai Mo seemed to see Tic's doubts and explained to himself.

"That is a level where all kinds of appearances and even microstructures can be randomly mimicked.

The only thing that can restrain us is the self-awareness of race.”

"What we think we are, that is, men and women, black and white, humans, or beasts, it doesn't matter at all."

In just five seconds, Bai Mo changed five different faces to prove his words, one of which was Ditch's own face.

"I still want to be a person..." After hearing Bai Mo's words, Tic changed into a serious face.

...

"This projection is still too weak."

The Yangyan River that condensed the entire moon's hope was also the seventh-level energy level. Now it is injected into Bai Mo's sixth-level clone, which is really a bit reluctant.

Many cracks that could be seen in the naked eye began to gradually appear on Bai Mo's face and body, adding a bit of swelling to the extreme to the huge and twisted muscles.
Chapter completed!