Somewhere on Mars.
Looking at the huge star in the sky that was about to fall to the ground and bring about destruction, the Black Beast Tribe felt that the doomsday had come. Even their chiefs gave up struggling and called on everyone to start the doomsday carnival.
A orc-like creature with a brownish-black rough skin wrapped in a few laps of sackcloth around its waist, was intoxicated with the tacit consent of the leader, indulging in pleasure at will.
It is rare to see it on weekdays. The narcotic drinks stored in the deepest part of the tribe have now been moved out of the cellar, and the supply of food that is not abundant has also been released. Anyway, after eating this meal, there is no need to worry about it in the future hungry thing.
And the long-eared prisoners of war, which were only available to tribal warriors before, are now all pulled to the sacrificial square, and black orcs in twos and threes are everywhere, fighting around a long ear.
"Do it!" This is the voice of several orcs clinking glasses.
"Damn!" This is the voice of their mother-in-law.
"Dry!" This is the sound of clothes being torn.
For a while, the wild laughter of the orcs, the belching of wine, and the cries of the long-eared people resounded throughout the camp.
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"It's a pity that we don't have the chance to live to see the day when the kingdom of heaven is born."
The great chief of the Black Beast Tribe, who had already entered the sage mode, was smoking an afterthought, with a calm face, spending his last time thinking about animal life.
As for the little guys on the side, no one cared about the chief who was a fast gunner anymore, and they all cheered up on their own.
Even the few who know how to flatter most at ordinary times have chosen to join the doomsday carnival at this moment. Only the faint wailing of the long-eared people tells the fact that not everyone is enjoying this fact.
Everyone is going to die, so it doesn't matter what the future is.
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"We will try our best to save the sky!"
And just as the Black Beast Tribe was having a doomsday carnival, the voice from Yinghuo suddenly sounded, scaring several soldiers to hand in their guns on the spot.
Instinctively, the orcs knew it was the voice of their god.
The power of God is like a prison!
Of course, after the shock, there is ecstasy!
"God has not given up on us!"
They pushed away the long ears under their bodies, and instead knelt on the ground praying with tears streaming down their faces.
As a primitive tribe with theocratic power and royal power in parallel, most people in the Black Beast Tribe still retain a considerable degree of devotion to the gods.
The priests in the tribe, like the chiefs, have a lofty status and can decide life and death with one word.
It's just that in desperation, they chose to vent instead of pray.
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As soon as Yinghuo's words came out, almost all the native creatures who stayed on Mars rekindled their belief in life.
Through countless cobweb-like threads of faith, their field of vision was able to pass through numerous barriers, and directly "see" the giant incarnate by Yinghuo who is over 200 meters tall.
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It's a pity that the primitive tribes who haven't even fully unified the weights and measures, they don't know the weight of the moon, they just blindly believe that God is omnipotent.
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"If I can survive this time, let's put all these long ears."
The ice wormwood in the chief's mouth, which served as an afterthought smoke, happened to burn to the end at this time.
It walked through the circle of life and death, and suddenly felt that the kingdom of serving heaven that it had always wanted to build seemed so boring.
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"River of Yang Flame, launch!"
Immediately after Yinghuo's transformation, Tiqi also triggered the penultimate step in his plan.
The star-destroying weapon Yangyan on the moon activated its second mode, the auxiliary mode, and cooperated with the psionic net system covering the entire planet fortress.
A long river purely composed of spiritual energy departs from the launch port of the Yangyan silo, passes through the hole prepared in advance in the artificial atmosphere, and rushes towards Mars at a terrifying speed.
"It's your turn." Tiqi sent him the part of the plan related to Bai Mo as quickly as possible, "This time, I owe you an extra favor."
"Good luck."
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Bai Mo raised his right hand, palm facing the Yangyan River.
A thick darkness poured out from his palm, instantly flooding the surrounding hundreds of square meters.
Whether it's the naked eye or the psionic vision, nothing else can be perceived in this area except darkness.
He let go of his ability to absorb energy, to meet the stream of psionic energy that came all the way from the moon to "charge him remotely".
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The collision of light and darkness is a bit different from what other people imagined. They completed their docking quietly, or more like a blend of milk and water.
The pure psionic energy from the psionic net system was absorbed by the black hole opened by the white ink almost without hindrance, and the color of Oreo appeared briefly at the junction of light and darkness, and then returned to darkness immediately.
The muscles of Bai Mo's right hand supporting the black hole began to swell, and soon changed from an ordinary person's arm to an ordinary person's thigh thickness.
But this was far from the end, the arms that had turned into thighs were squeezed into a state thicker than the waist under the crazy influx of spiritual energy.
Then there was the back of the shoulder adjacent to the right hand, and a wing was spurred out by psionic energy.
The psychic energy kept wandering, his left hand, left leg, and right leg all fell one after another, turning into muscle sticks one after another, and the left wing also grew out along the way.
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"Could it be that he has lost his sense of pain?" Tiqi keenly noticed that although his body had changed greatly, Bai Mo's face did not change at all.
According to his usual experiments, with such a large amount of psionic energy to strengthen the body extremely quickly, even if it is only a clone, part of the pain will still return to the body.
The bone-deep pain when forcibly transforming the body is enough to move any Iron Warrior.
"Do you know what the word Wanxiang means?" Bai Mo seemed to see Tiqi's doubts, and explained on his own.
"That is the level that can simulate the appearance of various existences, and even the microscopic structure at will.
The only thing that can constrain us is the self-knowledge of race. "
"What we think we are is what we are. Whether it's male or female, black or white, human or beast, it doesn't matter at all."
In just five seconds, Bai Mo changed five different faces to prove his words, and one of them was Tiqi's own face.
"I still want to be a human being..." After listening to Bai Mo's words, Tiqi put on a serious face.
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"This projection is still too weak."
The River of Yang Yan, which condenses the hope of the entire moon, is also at the seventh-level energy level. Now it is all injected into Bai Mo, the sixth-level clone, which is really a bit reluctant.
Many cracks visible to the naked eye began to gradually appear on Bai Mo's face and body, giving the huge and distorted muscles a feeling of swelling to the extreme.
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