Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The voice of the Dread Demon King was already a little crazy.

The scene in front of him hit him too hard.

Tens of miles around were turned into scorched earth.

At this time, the huge undead disaster of trees and the distorted forest suffered from the breath of undead were reduced to ashes at this time.

Endless smoke and dust were flying in the air.

Some stones were melted and turned into lava that exudes scarlet light.

The earth also turned dark red, and the sizzling water vapor rose, forming a vast expanse of whiteness.

The fear devil's heart is chilling, what kind of concept is this!!

Without charging, without singing, a single blow can turn an area into ashes.

"You don't know anything about the power of human beings." Donne said calmly and calmly, looked at the demon under his feet, and shook his head slightly.

"I can easily kill you, obliterate your soul, and make you never be resurrected in the chaotic time and space. But you will not get such an honor, you will suffer all kinds of torture, only in this way can you repay your crimes The next sin - sin.

Dawn lifted it up, a shimmering diode element appeared in his hand, and pierced it into the opponent's skull.

Accompanied by wailing and screaming.

Numerous silver threads stretched out from the diode, firmly piercing into the head of the Dread Demon King.

The Dreadlord could deeply feel his memory being pulled out from the corner.

The other party is obviously doing something to his memory.

The Dread Demon King tried to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

[The imperial memory survey device has been activated. 】

[Reading target memory. 】

[It is detected that the other party is resisting, and the induction program is started]

[Starting the logical endless loop, suppressing the other party's thinking]

Accompanied by a series of prompts.

A progress display bar appeared on the empire system interface.

【1%, 2%, 3%, 4%,...90%, 91, 92%, 93%, 94%...1

The pupils of the Dread Demon King began to slacken, and the scenery in front of him also changed drastically. The crazy war was far away from him in an instant.

The ashes of the undead burned by the violent flames turned into snowflakes in his eyes, and the earth emitting billowing heat also turned into a land of shadows emitting black mist.

The Shadowlands are one of the foundations of this universe.

It is the resting place of all the souls of the dead.

Regardless of good or evil, they all have to go to that mysterious country after death.

All souls will be judged in this kingdom to decide whether to be reborn or go to eternity.

The Dreadlords are descended from a race originally belonging to the Shadowlands called the Nathrezim.

Because of the defeat in the war with the Holy Light race, they were expelled by their creators.

Ultimately reduced to the Twisting Nether.

Under the double attack of evil energy and shadow power, he became the king of fear.

They succumbed to their endless desires, wandered in various worlds, and used their cunning to provoke chaos and wars in those worlds.

Bring more creatures to their knees and become brand new demons.

"It turns out that there is such a past."

Dorn chewed on the memory of the other party, searching for what he wanted from it.

These demons were unleashed by a titan, succumbing to their unrivaled power and becoming slaves to be driven.

"Void Lord!" Donne got what he wanted from the other party's hundreds of thousands of years of memory.

If the guess is correct, the Void Lord must be a member of the Void Civilization.

The dreadlord had all of his memories sucked.

It is impossible for him to keep any secrets from the technology of the Empire.

After confirming that there were no omissions, Dorn grabbed the head of the Dread Demon King and pulled it out alive.

The headless corpse was directly torn apart, leaving only a demon head with dazed eyes.

The origin of the soul of the Dread Demon King was erased by the negative universe obliteration technology.

The poor wretch never had a chance to rise from the Twisting Nether. 1

"Hang it up at the intersection to warn those damned human enemies, if they dare to attack at will again, they will pay the price."

Don said.

Ske stared blankly at the demon head rolling down in front of him.

There were cheers behind him.

The people who had already prepared for the desperate battle did not expect that things would develop like this.

With the help of these mysterious aliens, they easily crushed the terrifying undead natural disaster.

Countless people rushed in front of Leina, shouting for the gods.

That powerful blow, enough to destroy everything, made them feel awed by this handsome woman.

Isn't such power worthy of being called a god?

"Thank you for your help." It took Sk a long time to recover from this crushing victory.

He expressed his sincerest thanks to Don.

Dawn looked at the scarred Sik and said with a smile, "It's not worth mentioning, these enemies are very fragile. 35

0.. Ask for flowers....

Hearing this, Sik smiled wryly.

The dreadlord was truly an invincible foe to him.

The strength gap between the strangers in front of them and them is too great.

He thought of his wariness and doubts about these people before, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

With the strength of the opponent, the entire town can be easily destroyed.

Bring all men to their knees.

But the other party chose to endure the suspicion of these survivors.

Talk to them in a consultative and friendly tone.

From this incident, it can be seen that the other party's mind is definitely not comparable to that of people like myself.

Perhaps these people are the salvation given to mankind by fate.

"Can you continue to help us?" Sk asked, "Many of us are still trapped in the occupied areas. They have lost the protection of the army, and the undead are threatening their lives."

"Continue to help you?" Dawn looked Sk up and down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and made a thoughtful look.

"Yes, for the precarious refugees in the enemy-occupied areas, I ask you to help us. I will offer my loyalty to you, witness in the name of the Holy Light, and never betray you.

Having said this, Ske knelt down on one knee, performing the most honorable etiquette of a paladin.

He raised his hammer with both hands.

The other two paladins froze for a moment, and looked at each other with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

This means that the paladin will serve the person who submits, and fulfill all the orders of the other party with absolute loyalty.

This is a courtesy that is only used for the king and the Holy Light.

Seeing how determined Sik was.

The remaining two paladins did the same.

They have sworn to the Holy Light to protect those innocent civilians forever and stick to the fairness and justice in their hearts.

In order to save those innocent people, they can sacrifice their freedom and life.

Now, only these strangers can save those people who failed to escape.

The opponent's strength and previous modest performance made the three holy light knights recognize this foreigner named Dawn.

Possess strength without arrogance, only a true warrior will have such a character.

"Well, I can offer you some help, but you have to stand up first, and I don't need anyone's allegiance." 99 Dorn whispered, "By the glory of the leader, if you kneel down alone , will get me into some trouble. "wide.