I give the world destruction and new life

According to the tradition, the two leaders of Niheru Gandi's generation should also be a man and a woman. The duality leads the men and women in the family. It can also limit the power of a single leader to a certain extent.

This is the ruling art of the Niheru Gandi family for thousands of years. It is necessary to limit the rights, because their rights are too great, and they have been for a long time. Therefore, the family becomes weak.

But the ancient order is not comparable to the development of modern technology. The ancestors who appointed this system never thought about how future generations would bypass such restrictions.

When the talented Gavaral Priyadashini Nheru first became the male head of the family, his female partner was his aunt, Kali Mahaparada Gandi.

Kali Mahaparada Gandi is powerful and holds the voice of the entire family. She is greedy and stupid, and her eyes are limited to the land and underground resources that can produce value. She even once wanted to lock the family into petrification. In the stupid war of alliances and cartel.

Gavalal has endured for more than 20 years and behaved quite obediently, but one day suddenly, he stabbed a poisonous dagger into Kali Mahapradha's abdomen, watched her die with his own eyes, and the toxin quickly decomposed Her flesh, all the healing potions didn't work.

Afterwards, Gavalal supported another female leader, and started a close cooperation with her, Durga Mahabharata, his homosexual clone.

They are so connected, and the tacit understanding is terrifying. The Nihelu Gandi family has never been so united, and they have never lived up to the name of the family.

Gavaral built a real kingdom of God on the moon, the abode of the gods, Amaravati!

It is so grand that there has never been an extraterrestrial creation on such a large scale in human history. In comparison, Saburo Arasaka's Crystal Palace is like a shack built by an upstart near a castle.

Amaravati is a three-dimensional vertical structure super complex, its main body is a very unique giant tree, Gavallar built a huge biological dome for it, and then the whole Amaravati followed the giant tree take root and spread downwards.

The ashodo tree, Nihelu. Liver is the jewel in the biological field. It can not only adapt to the low-gravity environment of the moon, take root and grow in the weathered soil rich in mineral elements, but also produce purified metals in the form of fruits crystallization.

In addition, the ashodo tree can also absorb carbon dioxide and produce oxygen in the process like ordinary plants, so as to improve the living environment of Amaravati.

It is the perfect outer space colonizing plant, supporting the entire Amaravati with its huge root system.

But correspondingly, the Nihelu Gandi family is not so proficient in other fields. The radar system used by Amaravati is a monkey version product provided by the Rothschild family. The ghost is carrying a huge network The delayed jamming radar system ignored the landing module containing the Tangy.

The landing module finally hit the surface of the moon at an angle of [-] degrees. Mikkelsen and the others had already grasped the specific location of Amaravati from the prophet, so the carefully calculated orbit made the landing module directly hit Amarau Vati.

Seen from a distance, Amaravati looks like a green scab growing in the craters on the lunar surface, and the transparent adaptive isolation bubble will grow with the growth of the ashodha tree.

It is flexible, and countless microorganisms live in this layer of mucous membrane, relying on sunlight for survival and producing more materials that make up the mucous membrane.

Under the canopy of the Ashuto tree is a transparent dome made of hard materials. Most of the "gods" with Niheru Gandi's blood live on this floor, and they can see Ashuo when they look up. The majestic figure of Tuoshu, and the spectacular scene of day and night alternation once a month.

The next floor is the Manu class composed of technicians and their descendants who were brought to Amaravati by the Nihelu Gandi family.

They live a carefree life, are the minions of the gods, and the defenders of Amaravati. Most of them live a very prosperous life.

If you keep going down, you will see the true face of Amaravati. This is the cloning factory of the Niheru Gandi family. They can clone tens of thousands of cloned people from the breeding cavity every year, and they will be cloned according to the needs. People are divided into four castes.

Those with stable genetic sequences, the best appearance, and outstanding looks belong to the Brahmin class. They are mainly responsible for singing praises and serving the gods, and a few will be assigned to meritorious Manu.

The best of them, called Brahmans, were taught the language called Vedas, and they took part in the maintenance of the Ashoda tree and Amaravati.

There are also some Brahmins who are the medium of communication between humans and gods, responsible for conveying the will of the gods to the world.

Those who have been inserted with extra genes to be extremely strong, or extremely agile, but have not mutated, are replaced with Kshatriyas. They are the guardians of Amaravati, the soldiers of the gods.

The strongest and most agile Kshatriyas will be taught by the Manu how to use the weapons given by the gods, go to the endless star sea to perform special tasks given by the gods, and shed blood and sacrifice for the gods.

Those who are particularly intelligent and patient are called Vishya. They will be taught by the Manu and driven by the Manu to prune the branches and leaves of the Ashoda tree and add bricks and tiles to Amaravati.

Those who have no specialties, but have not mutated, are all classified as Sudras. They are humble, servants, and the most humble farmers in the farmland.

Every sudra must work all his life, trying to take care of those fragile seedlings in the barren soil, praying that his harvest is [-]% higher than the resources he consumes, otherwise they themselves will become part of the harvest to fill The loss of Amaravati becomes the waste of the Asodha tree.

Finally, there are those untouchables, the Dalits who live forever in the ventilation ducts, they are parasites in Amaravati, and they live only because of the benevolence of the gods.

Tang Ji's landing module penetrated the layer of biological mucous membrane, passed by the residences of the gods, and crashed into the lunar surface that was close at hand.

However, the hollowed-out soil below was directly penetrated by the cannonball-shaped landing capsule, and the landing capsule continued downward, penetrating through the Manu layer and the four-surname layer successively, and finally stopped at the lowest layer of Amaravati.

The entire landing module was severely deformed, and the gel jets, which were originally designed to cushion the landing, have not moved until now.

Tang Ji, who was in a daze inside, tore open the hatch of the landing cabin that was supposed to be ejected open with his bare hands, stepped out with one foot and half leaned against the landing cabin, and took a few minutes to recover.

"Inferior product." Tang Ji jumped out of the landing pod and kicked back, leaving a big hole in it.

In the next second, the injector for spraying gel finally started to work, and sprayed the sticky gel all over Tang Ji. The thing expanded almost instantly when it encountered oxygen, squeezing Tang Ji and the nearby passages like jelly full.

Tang Ji used his phase transition ability to appear out of the coverage of the gel with a gloomy face, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, and not to be angry with the dead.

He glanced at the environmental monitoring system and showed that there was oxygen here, so he took off his helmet and the heavy space suit.

These things can't provide him with any protection, but they will be damaged because of his excessive range of motion. Their greatest role is to provide a suitable environment for Tang Ji to survive during spacewalks.

Tang Ji looked around the environment he was in, and found that the landing module seemed to have smashed directly into a place similar to a maintenance channel, and the surrounding was quiet, only the broken pipes poured out steam from time to time, and the walls were all condensed drops of water.

At the corner near the floor, a large amount of moss had covered the original wall, and a rapid and weak breathing sound entered Tang Ji's ears in this environment.

Tang Ji appeared in front of a ventilation duct as if teleporting, and directly tore off the ventilation grille, exposing the person who was breathing...or something else in front of him.

That thing looked like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, with a hunched body, curled up in the pipe, and it seemed to be only sixty or seventy centimeters high.

Maybe a meter if he stood up straight?Tang Ji frowned and looked at the poor thing that was twitching with fear.

He was obviously frightened by Tang Ji. He covered his mouth and nose with two arms, and covered his heart with the other two arms under his armpit.

Atam felt that he must have been punished by the god because of his actions just now, and the black-clothed god standing in front of him must be the legendary Lord Shiva!

He felt as if his heart was being held by an invisible hand, every beat was like a countdown, and his brain was in chaos due to lack of oxygen.

Atam tried his best to look back at Kidala's body. He felt that he could not die now, he still had unfinished business, and Kidala's soul was still waiting for him to save.

Even gods, even Shiva, should have some compassion!
Atham felt a surge of anger pouring into his heart like fuel, making it start throbbing again with full rage, making him stronger and braver than ever.

He raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the gods with unprecedented determination. What kind of eyes are those!

Atam felt as if he had seen the desolation at the end of the universe, the vortex in the depths of the blood sea, and countless innocent souls howling behind those eyes. Gray-black flames gathered in the eyes, which reminded him of killing Ki Dara's Light of Brightness.
Maybe this should be called Dark Light, though?
Atam felt that he was not as frightened as he imagined, and the god on the opposite side didn't seem to have the intention of killing him immediately. He just stood there and looked at him calmly, with even a hint of pity in his eyes?

But why?They are Dalits, the untouchables who are not loved by the gods, who should not have been so merciful.

Atam knelt on the ground and threw himself to the ground to show his excitement. He expected that the other party would leave directly because of that sympathy.

But in the next second, Atham felt himself being picked up by a big hand, and there was a trace of disbelief in the majestic voice of the god, trembling and endless anger and asked: "What are you?"

"I'm Atham?" Atham's mind went blank at this moment and subconsciously said his name, but immediately realized that as a Dalit, his name is also an insult to the gods, and then kept silent Word.

"What are you!" The voice of the god in black was even more irritable. Atham could hear the terrifying anger that would end the world in the voice of the other party, but the anger didn't seem to be directed at him.

"I'm a pipe Dalit," Atham replied cautiously. He didn't dare not answer the question of the god, so he could only muster up his courage and screamed loudly.

But even with all his strength, the voice was still pitifully small.

It is said that a long time ago, in Atham’s father’s generation, because the sound of Dalits communicating with each other in the pipe was continuously transmitted along the pipe, Manu, who was in charge of managing the ventilation system, could not sleep because of the noise. Since then They deprive the Dalits of their ability to speak out loud.

For as long as Atham could remember, they had been communicating with each other in this insignificant voice, as if everything was as it should be.

Atam's answer obviously did not satisfy the god in black, he asked again in a majestic voice: "Are you human too!"

Am I human too?Atam whimpered and didn't know how to answer. He felt that he should be a human being, even if he was a Dalit, he should still be considered a human being.

But he was also worried that if he answered like this, he would anger the god in black. The anger in his tone almost froze the surrounding space!

Atham's mind was thinking like it was going to burn out, he tried his best to turn his head to look at Kidala's body, at that moment, he made up his mind.

He's not saying it for himself, but for Kidarra. She has to be human!
"I am human! We are human! Of course we are also human!" Atham closed his eyes and shouted at the black-clothed god with all his strength: "We are human!"

In a trance, Atam felt that he had been put down, and the movement of the black-clothed god was so gentle, as if he was holding some kind of treasure.

Then Atam saw the god in black roaring in the direction of the sky. Atam blocked his ears in horror. The sound was so loud that the whole pipe vibrated, causing the ground The stones vibrated accordingly.

He believed that the roar was heard throughout Amaravati, and even the Asodha tree trembled for it!
"Where are you going?" After an unknown amount of time, Atam, who was stunned, was shaken awake by the god in black, and he heard the other party ask.

"I'm going to the reincarnation altar to save my wife's soul." Atam knelt down in front of Tang Ji devoutly: "I hope she has an afterlife."

"Guide the way, I'll take you there." The black-clothed god said.

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