The Earth Is Signed for 100 Years, the World Is Invincible

Purple Microstar, also known as Emperor Star.

Here is rich in resources and products, far exceeding the earth.

The emperor Ziwei once opened up a world of human race here, and it flourished for a while.

But now, the situation of the human race on Ziweixing is just the opposite, which can be described as precarious.

The human race that flourished for a while became declining, as if it could not escape the cosmic rules of prosperity and decline.

The current Ziweixing is a world of alien races, and there is a large protoss across here, and it seems to be the ruler of Ziweixing.

Here, foreign races hunt and kill human races.

Either they were killed, or they were captured and sold as slaves everywhere in the universe.

It can be said that the human race on Ziwei Star lives like a mouse and hides in Tibet.

The fear all day long comes from the chase of the Protoss and alien races.

In order to understand the crisis of saving the Ziweixing human race, the remaining human race forces selected a group of people and sent them to the mountain and sea world at any cost.

It is to seek the help of the ancient human race in the mountain and sea world.

At this time, on Ziwei Star, there was a sea of ​​purple dust.

There is a kind of purple dust shrouded here all year round, with strong toxicity, and ordinary people will be poisoned and killed immediately if they break in.

Over time, a forbidden area was formed.

Here, very few creatures approached, and once they were caught in the sea of ​​purple dust, they would basically not be able to survive.

However, there are a lot of creatures hidden in such a terrifying place.

They are all human races.

That's right, the people here are the surviving humans of Ziweixing.

It is estimated that three to five million people will survive.

You know, during the heyday of the Ziweixing human race, there was a huge force with hundreds of millions of people.

Now there are only three to five million people left. One can imagine what happened to the Ziweixing tribe.

Hundreds of millions of people have been extinct, and only a few million people are left, which is embarrassing.

In the center of the Purple Dust Sea, a faint purple light curtain enveloped this area, and a large number of earthen and wooden houses were built inside.

The surviving crape myrtle stars gathered here, hiding in the restricted area and lingering.

In the central area, there is a large hall towering, giving people a simple, noble, and atmospheric, exuding a faint purple light.

That is the crape myrtle hall.

At this time, a group of Ziwei people gathered in the hall, all the surviving high-level Ziwei people.

"Patriarch, do you think they can succeed this time?"

An old man asked worriedly.

Others also showed their worries after listening, and the atmosphere on the scene was a bit solemn.

Sitting on the main seat is the contemporary patriarch of the Ziweixing human race.

He bears the ups and downs of the entire Ziweixing human race. He is under great pressure. He is not old, but his hair is gray.

This is sad, and there is no hope for the human race on Ziwei Star.

"Luo Ye led the team into the world of mountains and seas, for which we paid a huge price."

"If we can't succeed this time, then we will lose a lot."

A senior member of the Purple Star Human Race sighed.

"no need to worry."

Some people have different opinions.

He said: "Luo Ye brought the best talents of our younger generation to the mountain and sea world. Even if we can't invite the rescue of the ancient human race, staying inside can continue our crape myrtle bloodline."

"Yes, we have no retreat."

"If you can't get rid of the current predicament, you will always sink into this sea of ​​purple dust."

"Without a foreign race to encircle and suppress, we will be buried in the sea of ​​purple dust."

Everyone knows the current situation very well.

The human race situation has reached a precarious point, it can be said that it will be destroyed at any time.

After discussing for a long time, everyone looked at the patriarch above the main position.

It was a middle-aged man, with a pair of pale purple eyes, and a majesty radiating from his body, like a born emperor.

He had the blood of Emperor Ziwei, who belonged to the direct bloodline descendants of Emperor Ziwei, and naturally had a special temperament.

"Everyone."

I saw him slowly opening his mouth and said: "At present, the situation of our crape myrtle tribe is very bad. The poisonous fog outside of Zichen has begun to erode the crape myrtle star cover. In less than ten years, the defense will be broken. By then, there will be no one here. Spared."

"For this reason, I decided that I must find another safe habitat before the defense is destroyed."

"We still have to pay attention to the altar to see if there is any movement. The mountain and sea world is our only hope. If it doesn't work, we will send most of the people into the mountain and sea world at any cost."

This decision immediately caused an uproar.

Such a decision was totally helpless, and Ziwei Star had no place for the Human Race now.

Whether it is the Protoss or other alien races, they have launched a carpet-like encirclement and suppression of the human race. When they see one kill one, or they are arrested and become slaves.

The current Ziwei human race has no power to resist and protect themselves at all.

Why did the Ziwei tribe, which was once strong, now fall into this field?

"Patriarch, is it really this far?"

An old man asked with a sad expression on his face.

The middle-aged patriarch shook his head: "No wonder the elders, I am really powerless, the Ziwei human race has reached the point of life and death, and the extinction is in sight."

"If you don't want another way out, the crape myrtle line may be cut off."

Speaking of this, he said with a sad expression: "You must remember, if there is really no way, I will send most of the people into the mountain and sea world at any cost."

"There are ancient human races there, and it should be able to preserve the vitality of my crape myrtle line."

After speaking, the patriarch stopped speaking.

His silence made everyone else grief inexplicably.

An atmosphere of sadness reverberated in the hall.

"Think of the strength of my Ziwei tribe in the past, so why is it so..."

"Alien, Protoss, our mortal enemy..."

"Heaven, why don't you open your eyes?"

Seeing some old people from the Ziwei human tribe at the scene were all inexplicably sad.

As the patriarch, the middle-aged man felt very uncomfortable.

To be this patriarch is too useless.

But the blood of Emperor Ziwei was flowing in his body, and now the vein of Ziwei was desolate and exhausted step by step in his hand, and even close to extinction.

How does this make him face to face his ancestors and Emperor Ziwei?

"Great Emperor, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself with his eyes in amazement.

He felt at a loss for a while and lost his direction.

Now there are foreign spies out there, and once they are discovered, they can immediately attract millions of foreign terrorists.

With the deterrence of the Protoss, it is naturally impossible to escape.

The only way is for those who enter the mountains and seas to ask for help to successfully complete the task.

In this way, there is a ray of life.

"Report..."

Suddenly, a figure rushed in.

The hearts of all the people present sank and shook their heads, wondering whether something serious happened?

"What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man took the lead in sober and asked with majesty.

Only when the man took a breath, he said excitedly: "Patriarch, there is movement, there is movement, the altar, there is movement over the altar."

"what?"

When this word came out, the whole room was shocked.

The middle-aged patriarch stood up suddenly and looked at the person who conveyed the news with surprise and joy.

"Is this serious?"

He confirmed again ~www.readwn.com~ the patriarch, it was absolutely true. "

The messenger said excitedly: "As all of us have seen with our own eyes, the altar has come alive, and the infinite purple light is gathering."

"Very good!"

The middle-aged patriarch said excitedly: "Go, let me take a look, Luo Ye and the others may have succeeded."

After he finished speaking, he walked out in a stride.

Behind him, the senior officials of the Ziwei tribe followed with expectation and anxiety.

A group of people rushed to the empty field outside the hall.

There is a purple light converging and condensing there.