Mythological origin

Chapter 196 Arrival
"It's time for the next one."

After testing the strength of the immortal substance, Bai Mo looked at the thoughtful others and said.

He ignored Ramdo's little thoughts, and turned to look at others, hoping to have more surprises.

Bai Mo is also very clear about Ramdo's intention to disclose the huge secret of immortal matter, and he just wants to say to himself:
"I, Ramdo, will not be weaker than others in my life!"

"I have waited for 300 years just to wait for an opportunity. I want to fight for my breath, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that what I lost must be taken back."

……

Theoretically speaking, if Ramdo hides it and quietly uses this information advantage to step into the eighth step first, he will definitely have a greater advantage over other true immortals.

But Dao Xin is sometimes very subtle.

After such a face-to-face output wave, his Dao heart became clear.

Of course, he also has more practical considerations.

In the past few years, the quantum bullet will scatter everyone to different regions of the vast universe, and everyone will be separated, and the information advantage will still have a useless effect.

No matter how strong the eighth-order human immortal is, can it be stronger than the Kuroshio?
The Kuroshio can no longer threaten him, so is the eighth level of immortality enough?
……

"My question is, is there an upper limit to black magic?" Cuomo stood up and took Bai Mo's words.

He originally thought that he was the creator of black magic, and at the same time became enlightened through it. After learning the truth from Bai Mo, his mentality almost exploded.

It took a while to recover slowly.

As a junior, he is not like the first generation of cultivators who rose up in the autumn of Linghe, who naturally resisted learning other people's exercises, picked up the wisdom of others, and believed that there must be pitfalls in it.

The Blazers are good as the Blazers, but the Blazers naturally also have the thunder of the Blazers.

Since there is an older master of black magic, just learn from him.

Who grew up with him didn't directly learn the exercises of his predecessors.

"Is the upper limit of black magic? At present, it should be the late eighth level. According to your classification method, level three corresponds to level one, which should be level 24 black magic."

"The one you used just now must be black magic, right? I seem to smell a familiar smell."

"Well, the Mage's Hand."

"..."

Whose mage's hand can explode a star with one punch? !

Melee magic?

"Level 24 black magic, mage's hand."

"A zero-level trick is also the hand of a mage."

"The hand of a 24th-level mage is pure, piled up in volume, 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 Cuomo, who had been concentrating on research and wanting to build a more sophisticated spell model, a little broken.

He has always hoped that magic is beautiful, and the structure of advanced models should be ingenious. As a result, the top black magic he witnessed was the hands of a 24th-level mage with pure power.

The structure is almost the same as that of the mage's hand of the zero-level trick, but the power has increased by hundreds of millions of times.

……

After Cuomo passed, other people's problems became very normal, and they were all related to their own cultivation. It seemed that they were completely white-mo old-timers.

Except Farrell at the end.

"I want to know, how much do you know about the parallel world?"

"..."

"Things about the parallel world... For your safety, it's better not to know."

"Why are you all like this? She didn't speak clearly, and you were also vague. Could it be that there are things in this universe that even you are afraid of?"

"some."

Bai Mo's short words immediately caught everyone's attention. He has already shrouded the empire in the shadow for hundreds of years with his invincible posture. It is really hard to imagine that there is something that can make Bai Mo also Get jealous.

"And...it seems to be arriving soon." Bai Mo said calmly.

"?!"

"Go, if you don't go, you won't be able to go away."

Before the words were finished, an invisible gust of wind sent dozens of immortals back to the fleet tens of thousands of kilometers away.

In the eyes of others, Bai Mo's reaction seemed a little 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 bow.

Because they also had a vague whim, a terrible threat that did not know where it came from, seemed to have been eyeing themselves.

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 [-] kilometers, they were arranged in a special formation in space and came to a standstill.

If viewed from the direction of the main imperial fleet, the formation of these more than 200 unmanned engineering ships looks like a hollow sphere.

Every engineering ship is a node on a huge sphere.

And what is wrapped in the center of the sphere is the natural wormhole discovered by accident.

The engineering ships above the nodes, after completing the calibration and adjustment of their respective coordinates, began to extend their mechanical tentacles in the direction of the same kind around them according to the procedure.

The tentacles are connected to each other, adding a boundary to the sphere, leaving only a hole on the side facing the main fleet of the empire, which is large enough for the leading ships to enter.

After completing all the arrangements, each engineering ship began to launch blue energy pillars towards the central wormhole.

one.

two.

……

More than two hundred blue energy pillars were poured into the wormhole at the same time.

The next moment, like a supernova explosion, the wormhole was "ignited" into a miniature blue sun!

Everything is there.

"Everyone, martial luck is prosperous."

"Goodbye, White Devil."

"The history of the empire ends today."

……

In front of Quantum Bow, everyone began to leave their farewell words regardless of their past grievances.

As for the ordinary people in the Daqian leadership, they were informed of this fact a year ago, and they have no right to object, nor do they have the idea of ​​objecting.

In the Kuroshio invasion simulation battle that lasted for several years, 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 average death toll in the simulated battlefield has reached 35 times.

It is equivalent to five trillion imperial people, and they have been killed more than 100 trillion times in the past few years.

This number directly destroyed everyone's will to resist. No one would think that when the Kuroshio really came 20 years later, they would have a chance of surviving.

No matter how stubborn the resistance faction was, they all lowered their heads in the face of death after death.

So when they learned that there was a final collective escape plan for the upper echelon of the empire, everyone was like a drowning person on the verge of death, clung to the straw tightly.

(End of this chapter)