Since you are also a pacifist, why do you conflict and fight with us and create disputes that can only create sadness and hatred?"
When Muria had just revealed his identity as a pacifist, a huge community of will formed by the consciousness of the entire civilization group, residing in the wonders of planetary civilization, questioned Muria.
"Did you get the order wrong?" Muria was amused by their gangster logic when she heard that these seemingly peaceful racial consciousness collective villains complained first.
"You were the first to launch the attack. It was you who provoked the dispute first, and then we resisted, so the dispute arose."
"There is nothing wrong with our actions. Every intelligent individual is different. Because of the estrangement, there are misunderstandings and various desires, and conflicts and wars break out.
But as long as the soul consciousness is fused together through Vader, and then through sn particles, everyone's minds can be connected to each other. There will no longer be communication barriers between races or individuals. Everyone can understand each other, and there will be no
No more fighting."
"Well, I understand. According to your logical thinking, what you just did was not attacking me, but trying to get me to integrate into you."
"Yes, but you resisted our integration and continued to conflict with us, creating greater disputes and causing us a lot of losses."
"So it's still my fault. Do you need me to apologize to you?" Muria raised her eyebrows and asked with a hint of ridicule.
"We don't need to apologize. As long as you give up your useless body and join us, then the world can regain peace."
"Give up your body and join you? I'm sorry. I never had such a plan." Muriaya immediately rejected such an invitation that was considered insane. Even if he lost his mind, he would never give up on himself.
The power of.
"Why reject us? Don't you love peace and hate strife?" Uncomprehensible and complex thoughts entered Muria's spiritual sea.
"That's because our understanding of peace is different. Your kind of peace that forcibly deprives individuals of their independence is just a false peace."
Muria already understood the basic situation and had a rough guess as to the origin of the thing in front of him.
In the realm of this big world, a war-torn race was born. It may be that the endless and continuous war disgusted some of the extremely talented individuals, so some extremely ideal individuals created sn particles.
, and then they used this to gather the power of the entire race to create Vader, who later became what he looked like in front of him.
Although this process is bound to be full of ups and downs and endless twists and turns, it should be roughly like this. Continuous wars gave birth to a crazy race. They claimed that they pursued peace, but for this twisted peace, they were destroyed.
More races and lives.
"heresy!"
After hearing the thoughts conveyed by Muria, Vader's collective consciousness was silent for a long time, and then sent out a torrent of information full of chilling meaning.
Then the white particles that filled around Muria's body receded from his body like a flood at low tide, and then densely packed silver-white metal clusters, like locusts that plagued the earth, appeared in Muria's field of vision.
Such a result does not surprise Muria. The collective consciousness of the species that has completed the mechanical ascension in front of him has a logical and self-consistent thinking. It is not an enemy that he can defeat with just words.
Although words can be regarded as a kind of weapon, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to expect that words can repel powerful extraordinary beings. For any powerful being who has not sharpened his soul to be as hard as a diamond, how can it be changed by a few words.
As for those creatures who are naturally powerful but whose minds are not perfect, well, their three-view thinking is not at the same level as that of lower beings. If you expect to use words to disturb them, it is simply nonsense.
"You want to overwhelm me with sheer numbers? Unfortunately, the environment here is quite special. I can let my legions sneak out and attack whoever is surrounded."
Seeing the rhombus-shaped metal flying out from the depths of the planet-level spectacle, he had already felt that the place he was in was special. Behind Muria, a space crack spanning nearly a kilometer appeared, and in
At the same time as it emerged, it continued to expand and extend.
This is a space rift that has been connected to the world of Muria. The legion carefully cultivated by Muria can rely on this to form an organization and descend on a large scale.
The reason why Muria dared to connect to his own world was because he realized that the environment where he was now was quite special, and it felt like the Kingdom of God was a world of its own.
Of course, compared with the Kingdom of God, which is truly semi-independent and can build its own law cycle, this place is still a little behind, but it is more than enough to slightly shield the will of the big world, and in this case, Muria's true self can
Unleash the power of epic poetry.
But Muria does not intend to waste this precious opportunity. This is a great opportunity to train the legion. A group of opponents who can only rely on copying others to exert their combat power and cannot exceed the upper limit of the original body can't find many opponents in the boundless void.
.
This is the best whetstone. Therefore, under the silent gaze of the consciousness cluster residing in the core of Vader, around the existence of their core control hub, a passage appeared that seemed to be connected to a vibrant world.
The moment this passage was formed, countless powerful creatures rushed out of it in an orderly manner. From this glance, it was clear that among the torrent of legions who had undergone rigorous training, there were many auras that could rival this one.
The existence of false masks of peace.
Such a sudden change made the collective consciousness try to forcibly destroy or distort this space gap through Vader. However, after trying nearly three-digit methods, the collective consciousness was somewhat surprised to find that a gap in space had become
an indestructible existence.
And their only choice was to concentrate all their strength to fight the torrent of legions that rushed out of this space gap.
And all of this was naturally done by Muria. When he planned to use this strange race to hone his legion, the space gap was taken over by his own self. Under the control of the epic power, there is no equal or even stronger power.
, no matter how sophisticated and numerous the other methods are, they will not help.
"Ouch!"
The ancient red dragon with bright red scales all over its body flew out of the space crack that was constantly expanding and was about to form a passage without any hindrance, and let out a cheerful dragon roar.
The red spiritual light that naturally emanates from his body and can distort space surges due to his emotional changes, and the surging dragon power that can suffocate weak creatures spreads wantonly.
This is not because he can come out to show off and get carried away, it is because anyone who is in the same camp as him, even the weakest being, can withstand his dragon power without being affected in any way.
"Your Majesty Muria, as expected, you summoned us here to fight again." The ancient red dragon Auston looked at the silver-white metal creation that was gradually approaching, merging with each other, and transforming into a more threatening form.
He licked the dragon's teeth with his tongue, and his dark red dragon eyes flashed with excitement.
"What? Not happy? I can let you go back." In the torrent of legions, Muria, whose reincarnated body is only a hundred meters tall, is quite inconspicuous, but the aura of his true self emanating from him can make all existences
Understand where the master is.
"Hey, Your Highness Muria, you are joking. War and killing are my favorites." After hearing Muria's words, Orston, the ancient red dragon who sneaked up to Muria and got close to him, laughed and said,
"I am very happy to use this power to serve you. However, I would like to ask you if you can also let me come out for things other than war?"
"Well, that's it!" Muria suddenly understood after hearing the appeal of the red dragon that had followed her since childhood. Although the red dragon loves fighting and is greedy for power and has other desires, this is a person who likes to enjoy.
of dragon species.
Of course, other dragon species are not much worse. The words "sacrificing" have never had anything to do with creatures related to dragons. Therefore, Muria can understand Auston's mood.
After all, his world is just an incomplete world, and being trapped in such a world for a long time is of no use to a legendary dragon who grew up in a big world.
Even if the dragon can spend a long period of silence by sleeping, there will always be a time when it wakes up and wants to take a walk to stretch its body, and at this time, the world of Muria will give the dragon a very bad impression.
"I understand your request, and I will consider it. However, you must understand that I cannot let you out casually in another world. This will be a great threat to your lives."
The heart of one dragon, the wish of ten thousand dragons. Through the red dragon Auston, Muria understands that his legion has some minor dissatisfaction. It is not difficult to deal with such dissatisfaction, but it is simple.
Not necessarily.
It is very difficult for a powerful being to move in another world. It is normal to provoke the suppression of the will of the other world. But if legion-level creatures from the other world gather together, it will not be justified if the world does not rain down punishment from heaven.
Already.
"It would be nice to let us come out and take a look occasionally, of course on the premise of not interfering with His Highness's purpose."
Hearing that Muria would consider this issue, Auston, who had been trapped in Muria's small world for long enough, was overjoyed. He also knew Muria's difficulties, so he was very happy that he was not rejected.
"Okay, let's go kill the enemies!" Muria waved her paw, "Although none of these guys should be your opponent, it's okay to let you stretch your muscles."
"I'll go right away."
Hearing Muria's words, he felt that he had a good relationship with him. If he could come out to show off occasionally, his place would definitely be indispensable. The red dragon let out an excited roar, then spread its wings and flew towards the enemy who had come into contact with the legion's forward.
Although Auston was a little surprised by the appearance of these enemies, that was all. He had no interest in exploring why they conflicted with Muria and became enemies.
Doomsday judgment!
The red dragon, which has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, fights the enemy in a different way than those young dragons who spit out dragon breath. He chooses to use the power in his own body as a medium to leverage greater elemental power and perform large-scale destruction.
Sex spells.
It can be seen that in the vast space, as the ancient red dragon recited the dragon language, the fire element that was enough to form the elemental tide was extracted, and then condensed into one according to the spell model created by Alston.
One after another, there are flaming meteorites that can cause huge damage.
The ancient red dragon cast spells without any distractions. Even if the Aroz civilization noticed the terrifying elemental fluctuations emanating from Oston and tried to stop them, they were easily blocked by other giant dragons or war beasts.
then
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under natural circumstances, the meteorite rain that should not appear in this space at all has arrived. Although this piece of meteorite and the kinetic energy it carries are not enough due to space factors, these meteorites alone are made of fire elements and formed by the explosion of the meteorite.
The power is enough.
Any silver-white creations that are touched by meteorites will be immediately melted and evaporated by the blazing high temperature. Larger creations will also become broken in such a collision, and then turn into a ball in the subsequent blows.
Scrap copper and iron.
The legendary spell cast by the ancient red dragon instantly cleared a large area of metal creations. However, what surprised Muria's side was that this area was quickly filled with new silver-white creations.
There is no intention of reducing it at all.
"Can't we kill all these strange alchemy creations? How come we have been fighting for so long, but the number has not decreased at all."
The storm giant, who was riding on a giant roc with colorful feathers and holding a spear, penetrated a silver-white creature that looked like an extraordinary giant beast with one blow. When he saw his own legendary sweeping style killing the enemy, he couldn't help but feel
Murmured quietly.
"What can't be killed? This can only mean that there are too many enemies, and that we have killed too few."
At this time, a six-armed naga holding six scimitars, dragging a winding snake tail, walked past. She heard the giant's whisper, so she turned her head and let out a chuckle.
"What do you think this means? Will we be dragged to death by the number of enemies? Don't you sense the aura of the master? Your Majesty is right there, never moving, and doesn't seem to be planning to take action. What does this mean?
Question, aren’t you still clear?”
After saying that, the six-armed Naga did not wait for the giant's response, and once again led a group of four-armed Nagas to form a battle formation, and rushed into the cluster of silver-white creations. Then, as the sword light shone, broken silver-white metal debris fell one after another.