The Disaster Star, a huge spaceship, is adjusting its flight posture, its side is pointed at the planet, and the crude first-generation re-entry modules are released one after another.
This planet is the planet where the Elanshir Empire exiles and imprisons the most heinous criminals. It is full of despair and dying decay.
A puppet was sitting on a huge rock on the surface of the planet of Disaster. It or he looked up at the falling meteors in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
"Don't look so pitiful, okay? At least I've satisfied your distance and given you almost unlimited life." Behind the puppet, a voice rang, and the other puppet stepped onto the boulder step by step and stood on the boulder.
behind him.
"You are cheating! You have deprived me of everything! You have only given me this terrible body!" Noxal Storm turned back sharply, stared at the hateful figure in front of him, and shouted loudly.
"No, no, no! I gave you a choice! It was you who greedily chose the worst outcome." The puppet smiled and said, "You see, this is human nature."
"I asked you at that time, if you were willing to go back, but you chose to stay! I asked you again if you wanted to give up your wish, and you persisted again!" The puppet said to Noxal Storm.
He spread his hands and made a helpless gesture: "So, I satisfied your request, didn't I?"
"You are like me now! We all have a long life, and we have this...disaster star!" He spread his hands and made a gesture of embracing the whole world: "This place belongs to us, isn't it good?
?A brand new world!”
"I will curse you! Curse you!" Noxal Storm, who had become a puppet, screamed in a loud voice: "You bastard! You damn bastard!"
"If the curse had worked, I might have died thousands of years ago!" The puppet, the original source of magic, laughed and said, "Do you know how many lives have died in my hands? Thousands.
Tens of thousands? No! No, no, no!”
The source of magic pointed at his feet and said: "My feet are full of bones. I was once the king of this world!"
"But you are nothing now! You are just a puppet imprisoned in this hell! A poor puppet!" Noxal Storm was hysterical, as if he wanted to pounce on him and compete with the source of magic.
"Save your energy... Noxal..." Another voice came suddenly. If he hadn't spoken, no one would have noticed that there was a "person" in the corner.
"Hahahaha!" The source of magic continued to laugh: "The main reason why he is still so energetic now is that he has not stayed here long enough! Not long enough!"
The puppet that had been shrinking in the corner stood up slowly. His body was already in disrepair, and some parts were already covered with cracks. In short, it was just a garbage dump made of scrap materials. Just a strong wind could make him seventy.
Eight falls.
However, this puppet can still move and stand, just like a walking mummy, which makes people despair when looking at it.
For all those exiled to the Calamity Star, it is a horrific prison of eternal torment.
In this prison, everyone must be very careful about this dangerous world. Because the Disaster Star itself is a huge radioactive planet with excessive radiation. It is a "uranium planet" discovered by the Ilanthil Empire.
It provides 37% of the uranium ore production for the Elanthir Empire, and it also provides a large amount of gold ore for the Elanthir Empire.
"Shut up! You were once an emperor too! Look at what you look like now, you don't even have the dignity of a nobleman!" Noxal Storm stared hard at the puppet covered in tattered parts and shouted loudly.
.
His voice was mechanically hoarse and scratchy, and because the volume suddenly rose, it sounded very weird.
"It's really interesting to hear you quarreling." The source of magic looked at the two people with interest, and then walked up to the puppet in tatters: "He still looks down on you... He doesn't know yet that you may be the one who has resisted Chris for the longest time.
A so-called emperor."
The former emperor of the Norma Empire, who was already a puppet, seemed to remember his past, and smiled bitterly: "When you caught me, I knew... this world has been enveloped by evil spirits, and it will never return to what it should have been.
It looks like something."
"Evil? That's an interesting statement." The source of magic said: "I once saw two giant trees, which represent the power of this world... Standing under those two giant trees, looking up at the sky, even the person who once could dominate the entire world...
The world around me seems so small."
"It was a deep despair, the despair of being unable to catch up and compete in this life. So I gave up and was left on this sinful planet. Looking at you poor people, you still don't know that you are weaker than ants.
'Human'." He said as he walked off the boulder: "Just stay here honestly. Maybe one day, you can leave, as long as you sit here stupidly until your sentence is over in three hundred years.
That’s it.”
"And you." He stopped when he reached the edge of the stone and looked back at the former emperor of the Norma Empire: "When did you figure it out? I can help you replace all the parts at once, so that you can
You look... more like a 'person', hahahaha!"
"He finally left." Nuoxiaer leaned on the stone behind him as if frustrated, looking at the re-entry module falling in the sky: "Do you think we have a chance to leave here?"
"Of course, didn't you hear? As prisoners, we will have to suffer here for 300 years before we can leave." The former emperor of the Norma Empire twisted his neck, and a screw fell out.
A reptile unique to the disaster planet crawled across his face, and he grabbed it and threw it to the ground.
"I mean, as a leader who resists tyranny, leave here with hatred!" Noxal Storm emphasized through gritted teeth.
"If you knew how powerful the warden who just left was, you wouldn't ask such a boring question. He once owned a planet and had an army of tens of millions... In the end, he still knelt down honestly
In front of that Chris." The former emperor of the Norma Empire said desperately.
Then, he pointed to the tower standing not far away and continued: "You haven't seen those divine servants wearing white robes, have you? Do you know how strong they are?"
Thinking of the white-robed men who served as guards, Noxial swallowed. He knew that every white-robed man there had the ability to enter his palace alone and hack him to death on the bed.