Me, Ultra Cub!Light of the Earth!

However——, this was just a fleeting illusion.

In the next second, feelings of coldness and madness, despair and suffocation invaded.

In the starry sky in the distance, the dark blue color distorts into a shapeless deep vortex, passing through the starry sky at an incredible speed.

Obviously, he just passed by the emerald planet, but turned the originally vibrant world into a silent dead place.

It wasn't until this time that the long-overdue great sense of panic invaded his mind. It was an irresistible tide of fear that came out from the depths of his genes...soul.

It desperately reminded the Baltan girl that that was death, that was despair, that was something that no life could resist——

To!Life!Wei!Threat!

325 Memories from 12 billion years ago~ [-] in [-]

The border of the universe of order, Baltan Star City.

"Hey, old man, what do you think of that?"

"What do you mean?"

The aging Baltan star glanced at his son without a trace.

In the field of vision, the almost identical tongs of the two people are particularly eye-catching.

"Of course it's the public frequency information."

The young Baltan reconfirmed the radar scanning results on the tactical star map, and he was relieved when he saw that there was no response.

"Reaper, Pope Reaper, and the description of the origin of the Giant of Light, are they true or not?"

"I think it's true, Interstellar Secret Service, pioneering hero, Agent Baru is so cool~"

"Speaking of which, if the description in the information is true, the emperor of the universe, Reza, must also be preparing for the battle against Death?"

The young Baltan looked at his old father tentatively.

"There is no difference." The old Baltan said nothing.

"Eh?"

The young Baltan looked at his father in surprise.

"Whether it's true or not, most civilizations will only remember that the giant of light Reza claimed responsibility for the attack of the undead monsters and tried to rule the universe."

The tone of the former Star City Lord was calm:

"Even if these materials are made public, do you think other civilizations will believe them?"

Young Baltan:  …

really!

Being able to become the lord of Star City at such an age, young Baltan is definitely not a flower in a greenhouse.

He is well aware of the pissiness of most civilizations.

It doesn't matter what the truth is, because apart from Reza, they can't find anyone to hate. It has to be said that this is extremely ironic.

Undead monsters... These disgusting undead pieces of meat have no self-awareness, which is a well-known 'fact' at present.

In other words, most civilizations, even if they are only forced by the need to maintain stability, must hate the universe emperor Reza as an enemy.

So not to mention other civilizations, even Baltan has...

The communication between father and son stagnated abruptly, and the small city master's room fell silent.

"Old man, I think..."

"Don't think about anything!"

Young Baltan: ? ? ?

"I haven't said anything yet," he protested.

"After you say it, do I, the former star city lord, still have the right to speak?"

The old man Baltan curled his lips, "Now you are the Lord of Star City, no one can deny your decision, and neither can I."

Young Baltan: ...

"This is an opportunity."

The young Baltan tried to convince his old father, "Look at the current situation of our Baltan, if this is the truth, we will be the first to make it public..."

"You also said it was a hypothetical!"

The old father was unmoved:

"What if not?"

"What if it's a conspiracy?

Look at how many Baltan star cities are left in the universe!

We, who have been hit hard, can't stand the slightest sway now. Do you think the few fires in Baltan are extinguished? "

After a long time——, the young Baltan stared blankly at his old father, and suddenly said:

"Old man, you are really old."

"By the way, old man, you reminded me."

While stretching out the giant pliers to print the verification interface in front of him, the young man briskly uploaded the data and stamped it with the fidelity mark certified by the Baltan authority.

"Now, I am the city lord."

From the beginning to the end, the old father just watched him operate quietly, without any hindrance.

"what the hell."

The young man smiled happily, "You are not really old."

"I told you, you are..."

The conversation stopped abruptly in the middle, and the young Baltan's expression changed.

The heart-wrenching sense of deadly oppression fills up in an instant, the field of vision in front of you is changing, and the suffocating dark blue color is passing by

In the next second, a gray-black 'wave' surged from the surface of the emerald planet and erupted frantically.

No, that's not a wave, but... undead monsters!

The young man didn't even have time to wonder about the question "Where am I now?" In the wonderful perception almost from God's perspective, he saw hideous and terrifying monsters opening their bloody mouths full of sharp teeth in the surging black smoke Let out a silent roar, and immediately rushed out of the atmosphere without any rules.

As if a zombie had come out of the cage, from the perspective of the starry sky, the emerald color was covered by dark black.

The number of undead monsters gathered is so large that their mere existence here is like a thick and sticky sea of ​​sludge.

Is this the birth of the undead demon?

The monsters are like a rushing tide, their purpose is undoubtedly to harvest life, and the perspective keeps up with the direction of the monsters.

Planets of life were destroyed one by one, and civilizations disappeared in the dark universe.

The young man saw the deadly dark blue mist sweeping across the universe more than once, and wherever it went, life changed and destruction abounded.

A civilization gave him a name, and the name was: God of Death!

The most striking feature of the Grim Reaper is the evil eye of fireworks that seems to be burning forever. The things that are stared at by this eye, whether it is a monster or a civilization, have only one end-death!

From the perspective of the youth, he was still following the army of undead monsters.

Finally——, this army of undead monsters came to a blue planet of life.

The deadly mist evil god did not appear, and all kinds of anti-deep space firepower on the planetary orbit were shining brightly. Countless spherical starships gathered, fearlessly blocking the path of the wave of undead monsters.

Obviously, the civilization of this planet has made all preparations for resistance in advance.

The undead monster does not intend to let go of this planet——

They tear with their sharp claws, bite with their fangs, bind their tentacles, and pound their flesh.

Of course, some undead monsters who seemed to be able to maintain their sanity used energy attacks, and they immediately received the key attention of the deep space defense firepower.

All imaginable and unexpected attack methods are used, both sides are the same.

Undead monsters are constantly being eliminated, and similarly, undead monsters are constantly being reborn.

The picture is advancing rapidly, a fierce battle lasted for three full stellar years, and the day and night alternated nearly a thousand times.

The gap in the space defense line was torn, and the battle transferred to the ground was extremely tragic. It is not an exaggeration to describe it with every inch of mountains and rivers and blood.

However——, useless!

From the beginning to the end, none of the undead demons were truly wiped out.

This civilization is undoubtedly heroic, and they are protecting their planet with their lives.

Well, it doesn't make any sense—

In front of the army of undead monsters who would not die and have no attrition, they were just delaying time with flesh and blood and layers of defensive barriers.

Before dying, fight off another undead monster, even if only temporarily.

The young Baltan watched the battlefield from space to the surface, and from the surface to the underground.

Finally——the people who could not see the hope of victory gave up, and more and more people walked out of the shelter, facing death under the attack of undead monsters.

From the high spirits at the beginning to the almost desperate abandonment, the youth witnessed that the civilization on this planet gradually lost its resistance and was on the verge of extinction.

Finally, there is only the last shelter on the planet that is still resisting.

The shield of the sanctuary is crumbling in front of the undead demons who are advancing one after another, like a candle in the wind.

This

"Dawa will die eventually, not today!"

The young Baltan recognized this sentence, and it was a slogan that Dawa warriors would shout every time they set out on an expedition.

The content of this slogan is the deepest and most humble prayer of the Dawa people.

"Dawa will die eventually, not today!"

Inside the shield of the shelter, the roaring slogans were weak and immature.