After testing the strength of the immortal substance, Bai Mo looked at the others thoughtfully and said.
He ignored Ramdo's little thoughts and turned to look at others, hoping for more surprises.
Bai Mo also knew Lamdo's intention of deliberately revealing the huge secret of immortal matter. He just wanted to tell himself:
"I, Ramdo, will never be weaker than anyone else in my life!"
"I have been waiting for three hundred years just for an opportunity. I want to take a breath, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that I must get back what I have lost."
…
Theoretically speaking, if Ramdo hides it and secretly uses this information advantage to reach the eighth level first, he will definitely have a greater advantage over other true immortals.
But the Dao Heart thing is sometimes very subtle.
After a wave of such close communication, his mind became clear.
Of course, he also has more practical considerations.
Over the years, the quantum slingshot will scatter everyone to different areas of the vast universe. Everyone will be far apart, and the information advantage will be of no use.
No matter how strong the eighth-level human immortal is, can he be stronger than Kuroshio?
The Black Tide can no longer threaten me. How can an eighth-level person with an immortal material be enough?
…
"My question is, is there an upper limit to black magic?" Como stood up and took over Bai Mo's words.
He originally thought that he was the creator of black magic and at the same time achieved enlightenment through it. After learning the truth from Bai Mo's mouth, his mentality almost exploded.
It took some time to slowly recover.
As a younger generation, he was not like the first generation of practitioners who emerged during the Autumn of Linghe, who naturally resisted learning other people's techniques and picked up on others' wisdom, thinking that there must be a pitfall in it.
The Trail Blazers have the good qualities of the Trail Blazers, but the Trail Blazers naturally also have the disadvantages of the Trail Blazers.
Since there is an older master of black magic, then just learn from him.
There is no one who grew up with him who didn’t directly start learning the exercises from his predecessors.
"What is the upper limit of black magic? At present, it should be the late eighth level. If according to your classification method, the third level corresponds to the first level, it should be the twenty-fourth level of black magic."
"What you just used must be black magic, right? I seem to smell a familiar smell."
"Well, the hand of the mage."
"..."
Whose mage's hand can explode stars with one punch?!
Melee magic god?
"Level 24 black magic, the hand of a mage."
"Zero-level magic is also done by a mage."
"The hand of a twenty-fourth level mage is purely a mass accumulation without any skills. If you can block it, you can block it. If you can't block it, you will definitely be killed."
"..."
Bai Mo's words made Como, who had always devoted himself to research and wanted to build a more sophisticated spell model, feel a little bit off guard.
He had always hoped that magic would be beautiful, and that advanced model structures should be ingenious. However, the top-notch black magic he witnessed with his own eyes was the work of a twenty-fourth-level mage who was simply too powerful.
The structure is almost the same as the mage's hand of zero-level magic, but the power is increased by hundreds of millions of times.
…
After Como, other people's questions became very normal, and they were all related to their own cultivation. It seemed that he was completely treating Bai Mo as an old senior.
Except for Farel at the end.
"I want to know how much you know about the parallel world."
"..."
"Things about the parallel world... for the sake of your safety, it's better not to know about it."
"Why are you all like this? She can't explain clearly, and you are also vague. Is it possible that there is something in this universe that even you are afraid of?"
"some."
Bai Mo's two words instantly grabbed everyone's attention. He has been invincible in the world and has shrouded the empire in shadow for hundreds of years. It is really hard to imagine that there is something that can make Bai Mo also
Be afraid.
"And...it seems to be coming soon." Bai Mo said calmly.
"?!"
"Let's go. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."
Before he finished speaking, an invisible wind blew dozens of true immortals back to the fleet tens of thousands of kilometers away.
In the eyes of others, Bai Mo's reaction seemed a bit strange. He seemed to be in a hurry, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
But no matter what, the true immortals who control the future of the empire quickly started the final arrangement of the quantum slingshot.
Because they had some vague whims, a terrible threat that they didn't know where to come from seemed to have targeted them.
With an order, more than two hundred unmanned engineering ships flew out from the center of the fleet.
They flew in slightly different directions, and finally, after flying nearly 100,000 kilometers, they were arranged in a special formation and came to rest in space.
If you look from the direction of the empire's main fleet, the formation of more than two hundred unmanned engineering ships looks like a hollow sphere.
Every engineering ship is a node on a huge sphere.
What is wrapped in the center of the sphere is the natural wormhole discovered by accident.
The engineering ships on the nodes, after completing the calibration and adjustment of their respective coordinates, began to follow the procedures and extend their mechanical tentacles in the direction of similar ones around them.
The tentacles are connected to each other, adding a boundary to the quasi-sphere, leaving only a hole large enough for the leader ship to enter on the side facing the empire's main fleet.
After all arrangements were completed, each engineering ship began to fire blue energy pillars towards the wormhole in the center.
One way.
Two lanes.
…
More than two hundred blue energy pillars were injected into the wormhole at the same time.
The next moment, it was like a supernova explosion, "igniting" the wormhole into a miniature blue sun!
Everything is ready.
"Everyone, may your military fortunes be prosperous."
"Goodbye, white devil."
"The history of the empire ends today."
…
In front of the quantum slingshot, everyone began to leave their own words of farewell regardless of their past grudges.
As for the ordinary people in the Daqian leader ship, they were informed of this fact a year ago. They have no right to object and no idea of objecting.
In the years-long simulation battle of the Kuroshio invasion, people who died dozens of times in the "game" have already deeply realized that there is no hope of victory in fighting this thing.
In just a few years, the number of deaths per person in the simulated battlefield has reached as high as thirty-five.
This is equivalent to five trillion Imperial people, who have been killed more than one trillion times in recent years.
This number directly destroyed everyone's will to resist. No one would think that they would have a chance to survive when the black tide really came twenty years later.
No matter how stubborn the resistance faction was, they lowered their heads in the face of death again and again.
So when they learned that the empire's upper echelons had a final collective escape plan, everyone was like a drowning man on the verge of death, clinging to this straw.