Arrogant laughter echoed in the void for a long time.
The blue blood on the corner of his mouth, combined with his reckless smile, magnified his arrogance infinitely.
He has no fear.
to him…
He has won!
The collapsed shrine shocked countless people.
This building like a landmark of the God Race, even the gods who fought in other locations can clearly see the shrine disappearing from their eyes...
Then the ground shook violently.
The shrine collapsed.
Their inner hope also collapsed.
"It's over! The Protoss is over!"
From the very beginning, the alien gods were at a disadvantage. They were on the verge of despair several times and lost their confidence in the enemy era.
It's the inner belief...
The vision for the future, the responsibility to the relatives who stand behind them.
Let them get up again and again in despair.
With their devastated bodies and their blood-stained hands, they held the weapons in their hands.
To face the impact of the era on them again and again.
These longings…
responsibility!
expectations for the future.
More from Yale.
As long as Yale is around, as long as Yale hasn't lost, everything they do will be meaningful.
For hundreds of millions of years, the Palace of God has been the symbol of the gods outside the realm.
As long as it exists, the gods are not afraid of finding their way home, and they are even more fearless in a hundred battles.
It's all they know...
They had to stand behind the Emperor.
The old emperor is gone.
Yale became the new God-Emperor.
The gods once did not support him, and he used his iron and blood to subdue the gods.
Despite his brutality.
His power is affirmed by anyone.
At this desperate juncture, even Kamito, who hated him again, expected him to stand up.
Treat him as your last resort.
Can…
The Palace of God has collapsed.
Yale didn't become their savior.
The Protoss has all the troops!
Even the most ordinary gods had to put on the heavy armor of warriors in order to survive.
For survival.
for the future.
to swing the weapons in their hands.
"I gave up… "
I don't know when, the god man dropped the weapon in his hand.
He was really tired.
The weapons that fell on the ground were full of gaps, and he really didn't know how many masters of the era he had killed.
I don't know how many brothers around me died.
The only thing he knows is that he has been killing people, watching others get killed, blood splattered on his face, just wipe a little and continue to carry weapons to kill.
Fear of dying at the hands of others.
On his...
There are no less than a hundred scars, big and small, and the godhead above his head has become bleak. Even if he doesn't give up at this time, he won't be able to hold on for long.
"Just kill me."
He didn't ask anyone to spare his life and give him a way out.
He just smiled and looked at the demon master in front of him.
He begged for death.
If he doesn't survive, he is responsible for himself.
He is a warrior.
Only to die.
Being a prisoner was an insult to his life, and he didn't want to live with this stain on his own.
puff…
No mercy.
At the beginning of the decisive battle, the alien gods are the enemy.
Surrender or not kill
This is not the original time.
Who can fight against the alien god races up to now, who can have less than five or more lives of the people of the era.
Such a person, why let him live.
keep him...
To make those deceased feel uneasy
The scythe in the hands of the demon master directly cut off his head, and the blood flew freely, but at the moment of his death, his eyes were indescribably comfortable and relaxed.
It's finally over!
He can take a good rest.
beg death.
It was he who did not have the courage to commit suicide.
He has children and a mother.
He didn't know if they were still alive, but at this time he wanted them to follow him.
This is the best outcome for him as a father and son.
die…
is the real liberation.
live!
The real torture.
He is definitely not the only one who thinks this way.
It took less than tens of seconds from the collapse of the Palace of God to the present, and such scenes were constantly being staged all over the Protoss.
A large number of Protoss dropped their weapons.
It's just that not everyone has that kind of will like the Protoss who begged for death.
Survive.
It's actually the most important thing.
There are gods and men who want to find a way to live, and there are a lot of them.
pity…
What greeted them was a head-on slash, and the godhead was crushed.
The reason is strikingly similar to the previous demon masters. These extraterritorial protoss executioners, stained with the blood of Ji Yuan Yingjie, are not worthy of being prisoners.
The butcher's knife was swung, as if slaughtering chickens and sheep.
In an instant, the overall strength of the Extraterritorial Protoss dropped sharply. Many slaves brought back by other planes, even some slaves with strong combat power, followed these gods to death, and their lives came to an end.
"Damn, what are you doing!"
Watching Kamito drop his weapon, the coach couldn't help roaring.
But those gods were as if they couldn't hear his words, without any desire to survive in their eyes, and threw down their weapons...
To live is to live, to die is to be liberated.
"You all wake up Laozi!"
"Coach, brothers are tired."
At this moment, a man in heavy armor came out of the Kamito. Looking at the decoration of his heavy armor, his level should be a partial general.
His armor has long been re-poured with blood.
One arm is missing.
With a bleak smile, he slowly took off the battle helmet on his head, put his hands on the ground, and then knelt down on one knee.
"The subordinates have followed the coach for more than 50,000 years, and have vowed to always be loyal to the coach and become the sharpest blade in the coach's hands..."
"No!" The coach seemed to realize something and shook his head vigorously.
"Commander, this subordinate's sword is dull and tired. Just ask the commander for your approval and let the subordinate be free."
Immediately, the partial general kowtowed softly.
Lips kissed the ground beneath her feet.
After that, the godhead above his head suddenly overflowed with brilliance like a shining light.
"No! This handsome doesn't allow it, no..."
"Coach, your subordinates go first, this is the last thing your subordinates can do for you."
"No… "
boom…
Blow up.
The partial general godhead self-destructed, although the divine power of the godhead was on the verge of exhaustion, the energy shock released by the self-destruction still razed thousands of miles to the ground.
In this area of…
Whether it is a god or a master of the era, none of them are spared.
It's just that with the previous surrender, this self-destruction hit Era even harder.
for a long time…
When the raging wind of Godhead's self-destruction dissipated, only the coach in this area remained.
Tears streamed down his black face.
"Why... why do you guys give up and leave only this commander, why on earth!"
"The Protoss is not over yet, we still have troops outside the territory."
"They are already on their way back!"
The head coach's eyes are full of sadness, this area is all his soldiers, all his closest subordinates.
He hurts!
Looking around, the thousands of miles that were flattened by the explosion of the godhead.
Only him.
And the wind that made him even more lonely.
"Actually, death is really a relief. It seems to me that they have to choose." Suddenly, a man wearing a black robe appeared in front of the coach.
The coach knew him.
he…
He is the Underworld Emperor of the Era, and the Wenqu Star among the four auxiliary stars.
"The foreign soldiers of the Protoss that you are looking forward to in your heart will never come back. You believe in the God Emperor Yale, and you will definitely be obliterated by our Star Master. The era of your Protoss' hegemony..." "It's over!"