The white lotus that was punished

The protoss once left a deep imprint on the history of mankind, but it is strange that this race that could have ruled mankind disappeared one day, the human rebel army suddenly lost its opponent, and the myth was scribbled on period.

The ensuing technological revolution and technological explosion, within a few hundred years, allowed human beings to expand several galaxies from the ancient earth, and the change of dozens of generations made the fear and awe that had been deeply rooted in the bone marrow subside in the history. in the galaxy.

However, there is such a small group of human beings who have always engraved the seal of the god who once had pity on them in their hearts, serving and praising them for generations, and now, there is actually a force that cannot be underestimated.

Believers of the Holy Servant are spread all over the major galaxies, but seeing this thousand-member team entering the Fugitive Star to fight so far, one can know the huge base of these congregants and the firmness of their beliefs.

The indifference on Priest Angel's face had long since dissipated, replaced by fanaticism and excitement.Although the holy attendant has been passed down for hundreds of years, he is the only priest who can really see the god.

He bowed deeply and knelt down, his fingertips began to tremble with excitement, until the god leaned down, and after hundreds of years of divine voice came, he tried his best to raise his head to see the other party's body bathed in holy light. posture.

"It's me, your subjects, calling you."

Priest Angel's voice was transmitted to the entire District 22 through the local area broadcast. For some reason, the wind blew up in the forest. The wind blew the leaves and rustled, and there were countless echoes, as if thousands of people were shouting. .

God asked again, "What are you asking for?"

The wind blew more swiftly and violently, a small whirlwind was rampaging in the forest, and the water vapor that had not yet dissipated mixed with a biting coolness poured from the collar of the contestant's collar all over his body.

The tree was blown down, and the scavengers of the seven districts knelt down to their gods.

Countless echoes replied to him, "Please forgive the crimes that humans have committed against you—"

Angor's head hit the ground heavily, a layer of mist filled the amber pupils, and all kinds of intense emotions surged in his heart, which finally condensed into one sentence, "Please, destroy human beings."

Hundreds of years ago, for the liberation of human beings, maybe only a few hundred years later, the uprising army composed of human beings betrayed the only god who released goodwill to themselves, drank the blood of gods, and became inhuman and godless appearance.

They are like beings created in hell, with mouthparts, limbs, and scales. Perhaps only a little passionate blood in their hearts can prove their existence as human beings.

These deformities endowed them with strength, and by virtue of this strength, human beings finally had a slight hope of self-preservation.These deformities also endowed them with a longer lifespan, and they survived and suffered much longer for a century after the protoss left.

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.Perhaps the rebel army should have disappeared in the long river of history at the moment the Protoss left.This was the dying thought of the second-in-command of the Human Rebel Army.

Human awe comes so easily, and it fades just as unexpectedly.The aliens who have lost their enemies have become a new round of enemies, and compared to their predecessors, they are more defenseless and easier to defeat.

The human rebel army that ignited a prairie fire in the whole world was extinguished bit by bit by the more powerful human compatriots.In this long life of nearly a century, they wrapped themselves tightly under the toga and never showed their faces in the sun again.

They spent the rest of their lives mixed with guilt and hatred.They miss the days when the Protoss ruled the human race, and they miss the Mera who was murdered by them. Compared with the sins the Protoss once committed, they hate their compatriots for turning against each other.

This is the servant of the divine.The religion born in the remnants of the human uprising army, serving the gods, loving the gods, and loving others on behalf of the gods is their creed.

They waited wholeheartedly for God to come again, to plead with God to forgive the sins of mankind, and to cleanse this decaying race from the bottom of their bones with blood, and to wipe mankind completely in the darkness of the universe.

God loved you.

"Da, da" The god from the abyss came to the side of the priest Angel. At this moment, Angel's heart was almost peaceful, and his cool fingers stroked his bare neck, like the scythe of death. It was cold on the fragile neck.

An unknown force cut open the skin, and gurgling blood flowed out along the wound, even with the originally fresh vitality flowing out.Angor's pulse became very slow, and his heartbeat also slowed down. Every time, it overlapped with the sound of war drums centuries later.

In his final consciousness, Angel heard his god whispering in his ear, "As you wish."

In the live broadcast room, the three anchors were like ducks with their throats pinched, and their voices were cut off at the moment when the so-called god appeared from the crack in the ground.

Following the shocking remarks made by Priest Angel, they turned their heads almost stiffly, and could only tell themselves that they were not dreaming by confirming each other's existence.

All this is not a movie, not news, not a well-written script, not a distant accident.It is the panic of annihilation that is far away in the sky and right in front of you.

"Ha, ha, this is a joke." The voice of the poisonous anchor Ke Di was hoarse and scary. He tried to get a sense of recognition from the other two anchors, but he could only see a more panicked expression.

This is not the Zerg war that humans have fought hard for a hundred years. The strength of the opponent seems to have deviated from everyone's common sense. How many such "gods" are there?How many holy servants are there who claim to destroy human beings in collusion with "God"?

Do the legendary gods really exist?The God of Mera in the mouth of just one holy attendant is so powerful, what about the other gods?Why do they seem to be completely erased from history?

Indeed, no one could believe that such a mythical race existed.In the era when there was no photography and video, and only pen records could be used, anyone would think that this was just the fantasy of the previous generation, the previous generation.

And when such a powerful enemy comes, what kind of catastrophe will the human beings who have just recovered from the Zerg war suffer?

The three people in the live broadcast room were so shocked that they lost their voices. Now the lively live broadcast room was quiet and only the three anchors' nervous breathing could be heard.And in the corner of the live broadcast page they didn't notice, the number of viewers who were originally single digits was growing at an incredible speed, breaking through the usual one million people in an instant, and this number was still growing rapidly.

The priest Angel offered his whole body of blood, but it seemed to the god that it was just a dessert before the meal. The god wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but such a simple action made the players who were still on the field retreat uncontrollably step.

God raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept across the only remaining players on the field, "Is this your toy?" He raised his finger slightly, and the seven-district scavenger who originally belonged to Angel scattered in all directions. Go, aim directly at the remaining players.

"It seems that after such a long time, human beings have indeed improved, and they no longer try the rude behavior of drinking blood." Under the broadcast of the ubiquitous cameras of the fugitive star, the scavengers controlled by him showed extraordinary behavior flexibility.And with such a huge number of scavengers, being able to achieve such an effect of manipulation can only show one thing - the opponent's spiritual power is extremely high!

"This toy is really good for improving your weak mental strength, but it's a pity that it's still far from it." The rabbit jumped up with the help of the reaction force of the tree trunk during the run, and stepped hard on the following Come the tiger's eye.The tiger lost his eyesight, couldn't brake in time, roared and was thrown towards the tree trunk and was smashed to pieces.

It is obviously just a weak herbivorous mimetic scavenger, but in his hands, he has exerted a strength far beyond his own mimetic. But for a moment, the scavenger who had previously reached a tie with Linghu, a trader, under the control of the priest Angel, With an extremely powerful posture, he defeated the scavengers controlled by Linghu.

Cold sweat broke out on Linghu's forehead, and he had to control his scavenger to escape at a high speed. Only after the connection with the first running scavenger was cut off in his mind did he realize that his scavenger had disappeared. Pushed to the edge of the ring.

After the first scavenger was wiped out by the moving boundary, the running mimetic herd had to turn around and run wildly, but the circle seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and there would be nowhere to escape in a short time.

Damn it!What are those executive officers still doing stupidly?Don't they know that if they are killed, they will face the executive officers of the 14 districts, and nearly half of the scavenger controllers in the 30 districts of the escape star.If you want to survive until the ten people are selected, you are really stupid!

The viewers in front of the live broadcast room seemed to have been pressed the pause button. The power of gods further highlighted the weakness of human beings. The huge number of scavengers who were amazed by people were just toys to play with mice in the hands of gods.

The struggling Linghu couldn't notice it, but those of them from God's perspective could see it clearly, that God only dispatched half of the scavengers!The rest of the scavengers lost their command and dozed lazily in the treetops and clearings.

There is no doubt that once the remaining Executors attack, they will be the next Linghu.

Can you just sit back and watch him kill him?Is there no one who can stop him?When the ten people are selected and the fugitive star is fully opened, will the fate of these executives be the fate of human beings?

No, not right!There is one person, there is one person who will definitely make a move.In such an unbearable resistance, Linghu finally heard the long-awaited voice.

"I am your opponent."

A group of black crows suddenly covered the entire sky, and their pointed beaks went straight down, aiming directly at the source of everyone's fear.

Countless black crows flew towards God with an indomitable attitude like loaded bullets.

The black-haired BETA abandoned the guns he was good at, and stuck to a silver spear, stabbing at the head of God like lightning piercing the darkness.

The tip of the silver spear shrunk into a small dot in the pupil, and the god smiled softly. The voice was transmitted through the authority of the executive officer, the local broadcast of District 22, and even the live broadcast camera connected to the entire interstellar .

"It's you, Mira."