The broken ground faults pierce into the sky like mountain peaks.
The blazing flames gradually snaked upward, giving it an indescribable beauty of destruction.
Netherlight-Rad-Neda and a group of slaves were struggling through the rugged and broken area in front of them.
Destructive dangers are everywhere.
But compared to the darkness and despair that once had no end in sight, the fear now is, at most, nothing more than the cold death of being engulfed in flames or falling into a crack.
As long as they pass through this final area, they can reach the retreat point requested by Netherlight-Rad-Neda.
It is said that the Haydog Corpse Hunter Guild has suffered heavy losses and can no longer take care of them.
Even the planet's external defense and monitoring systems are basically paralyzed.
Therefore, the force that came to support Netherlight Rad-Neda was much stronger than he expected.
But it’s not time to let down your guard yet:
The battle above seems to be continuing.
They must hurry up and escape from this dangerous evil planet.
"Huh...huh..."
Daria Sage, a young Aiel, struggled to move forward.
My neck, freed from the mechanical restraints, felt so free and comfortable at the moment.
Stepping barefoot through the pain of high heat and sharp gravel made everything become more real.
In her hot consciousness, the huge figure shining like a god was so clear and majestic.
The gradually recovering strength made her no longer so weak.
Finally, the suffering of many slaves is about to come to an end.
Supporters who had prepared relevant signal base stations drove the spacecraft over one after another.
Before boarding the spacecraft, Daria Segi turned back.
She looked towards the underground world that was already engulfed in flames.
She leaned down and kissed the ground.
The hot rock left a mark of flame on her mouth.
There is no need to add any empty words, that is the oath of the Aiel people as strong as the stars.
A strong premonition filled Daria Segi's heart.
She may have witnessed a page that is about to bloom with brilliance and strong traces in the boundless historical chapter of the surrounding plane system.
None of that could stop Yi Xia's pace of destruction.
There is only a gentle corner in his will that burns with endless fire.
"Just like the contract we made, it's time for you to leave."
Not far away, a machine shining with azure light issued a cold reminder.
Yi Xia glanced at it and nodded noncommittally.
This is a monitoring machine from the Gretam Galaxy Arbitration Council.
Because of Yi Xia's massacre of evil groups related to the Gretam Galaxy, it attracted the attention of this organization that maintains the balance of intelligent life in the entire Gretam Galaxy.
They weren't that easy to talk to at first.
But Yi Xia is obviously quite talented in diplomacy.
Soon, they changed their attitude and raised Yi Xia's danger level.
After some negotiations, Yi Xia signed relevant contracts with them.
The content is roughly:
After Yi Xia completes his revenge on these invaders, he needs to leave immediately and cannot continue to expand the scope of his revenge.
As a price, the Arbitration Council needs to provide Yi Xia with more detailed location information and vehicles when necessary.
Yi Xia is able to purchase related ultra-long-distance transmission services provided by other comprehensive network players by consuming comprehensive network disaster coins through the perceived fuzzy information.
However, the Arbitration Council found it difficult to accept Yi Xia's actions, which may involve passing through certain large-scale civilization gathering places.
They are willing to provide free vehicle services to Yi Xia.
For them, things that can be handled through negotiation are always the most appropriate.
Fighting is always the next best option.
Of course, the premise is that the object must have the power to sit down and talk calmly...
True legends are not so common in the multiverse.
Although the three planes of Figuere are extremely large, the birth of the legend is not entirely linked to the population and the base of civilization.
However, due to plane consciousness, the birth of gods is relatively stable.
In a sense, it can be "reproduced".
The path of legend is more shrouded in the brilliance of miracles.
"In accordance with the Regulations on the Management of the New Plane of Figuere, I temporarily ask you on behalf of the great Figuere and its pioneers: Are you willing to represent your civilization and join our great alliance."
Just when Yi Xia was about to end this journey full of destruction, the arbitration agency's monitoring machine made such a sound.
Following this, relevant application procedures were thrown into the void in front of Yi Xia.
Yi Xia shook her head directly.
To prevent leaking too much information, he didn't say much.
The witch's duty to guide has expired several generations ago.
The destiny and future of mankind are not so easy to represent and guide.
Yi Xia is quite aware of her own intelligence and intellectual bias.
He's not keen on it either.
Now, he just wants to go back to his quiet alley and take a sip of fresh mint witch medicine.
Calculating the time, the earth should be celebrating the New Year soon...