"Ignorance! Arrogant! Arrogant! Stupid!"

These eight words were roared out by the missionary, and the facial armor covering the head opened, revealing the hideous and twisted face inside.

"This world belongs to the pioneers, not to you lower races! Look, the light of the pioneer will eventually shine on the entire universe, and darkness will retreat because of the existence of the pioneer."

"But Dyde, the pioneers... you are the only one left to live..." The sad voice of the think tank chief came, his eyes full of attachment and despair.

"What...what...how could this happen..." The think tank chief's words shocked the missionary all over, and his ferocious face was full of disbelief.

"There was a huge change in the clan that time, and the tribe members died one after another. As the architect and creator of the pioneer clan, I did not find any trace of the enemy. It was like an invisible devil, slowly devouring the life of the pioneer. Relying on the technology in the clan, we tried all the methods that could be used, but we still couldn't eliminate the death of the tribe members. Even if we freeze the body, we were only two of you and me left in the entire pioneer clan."

"What the hell happened? Why didn't you tell me? Why?" The missionary roared, his eyes full of madness.

"I don't know!" The think tank chief shook his head in pain, "The tribe is dead, only you and me are left. After a lot of calculations, I suspect this is a kind of mental virus, which is what we finally started to study. In fact, my guess is correct. You, who have never known the truth, are imprisoned here, and are still alive after millions of years."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" The missionary roared and stretched out his hands to grab the think tank chief, but unexpectedly his arm penetrated the think tank chief, as if the think tank chief was just a phantom.

"Glory and responsibility have abandoned the pioneers and left, and I have long been lost in time. Let go of it. Dyde!" The think tank reached out to touch the missionary's cheek, but she was just a projection and was destined to be unable to realize this insignificant wish.

"Let's go, missionary! Our era is over, and perhaps the future really does not belong to us anymore. Because... I am also the only survivor of the Prophet clan..." The god prophet sighed, and his old face was full of helplessness. "Frozen technology allows us to ignore time and come here for millions of years, but it still cannot stop the erosion of time. The last time I met, I was in my prime, but after I woke up again, time seemed to have accelerated hundreds of times, and I couldn't hold on for long."

"Why...what the hell is going on...why did it become like this?" The words of the God Prophet surprised the missionaries, and then turned into despair.

"Missionary, everything is over." The old face of the god prophet, with a hint of relief, turned his head to the think tank leader, and said, "Thank you for continuing thousands of races. I will hand over the technology I have mastered to them. Then the dust will return to the dust and the soil and return to our original place. I just don't know if the familiar star field still exists after millions of years."

After the God Prophet said the words, he looked at the missionary deeply and then disappeared after a blurred body.

"Let go Dyde, all this is inevitable. Even my memory has begun to fade and it is over!" The head of the think tank held the missionary's face in both hands, leaned forward and kissed him affectionately, and then disappeared in a blur.

"Why? Why? I don't believe it! This world belongs to the pioneers, and I will never let anyone get involved! Never!" The missionary roared, and regardless of the mole cricket waiting for the order, he also teleported away with his body.

"What's the situation? A bitter ethical drama? The redemption of the pioneer? What should I do if this monster is left? Stay here and don't care?" Wang Yan was stunned as he watched the old antiques run away inexplicably.

"It's useless to keep this thing, and the meat is not eaten, so let's kill it!"

Just as his mind was in chaos and was in endless entanglement, a playful voice suddenly appeared from behind, which made Wang Yan shudder all over.

"Who are you? Human?" After turning around, Wang Yan was still a little dizzy when he saw the person talking.

The man was burly, with short hair standing up, no armor or other accessories on his body, but he was standing in the air like the previous missionaries.

"I am a human, a more orthodox human than you!" The man looked at Wang Yan with a smile, with a different kind of vulgarity on his face.

"Damn it! What do you want to do?" Looking at the ancient human beings approaching step by step, Wang Yan felt a chill all over, turned around and ran away with his strength.

"I still want to run in front of me? Do you think I am that waste of Dyde?" The ancient human laughed twice, grabbed Wang Yan's back and the running figure was immediately fixed on the spot, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward.

"This is the trick of the missionary!" Feeling the sense of restraint around his body, Wang Yan's internal strength rolled like a mountain torrent, but found that the unknown power on his body was terrible, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it.

"Dade got the superpowered armor of countless generations, and then it showed off everywhere." When the ancient humans said this, they reached out to the mole cricket, but nothing appeared. Then they saw the monster that was fifty meters long and tore the hunter apart for thousands of years in an instant, and with the breeze turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see something good!"

After killing the mole cricket, the ancient humans seemed to have done something very insignificant. They said to Wang Yan, and then the two disappeared, and there was also a hunter insect that had penetrated hundreds of meters underground.

His vision gradually recovered, and the faint dizziness slowly dissipated. Wang Yan looked around and found that he had appeared in a room that looked ordinary, including a sofa, a rocking chair... and a rabbit with snow-white fur.

"I'm old, I always like some old things!" The ancient human pointed to the sofa in front of him and signaled Wang Yan to sit down. "I know you have a lot of doubts, so I'll tell you slowly."

Knowing that the person in front of him was unable to compete, Wang Yan simply sat down obediently to see what he wanted to do.

"You should go together too!" After Wang Yan sat down, the ancient human reached out to him, and Cortana's figure appeared out of thin air, sitting on the sofa as big as an ordinary person, instead of being illusory.
Chapter completed!