The Collection of The End

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The planet of the palace of knowledge, outer space.

The violent explosion has stopped, and the flames and aftermaths it produced are gradually dissipating. The "Watums" on other space platforms that have not yet exploded are nervously waiting for the result.

As a "lost empire" and "knowledge manager" who have existed for an unknown period of time, if given enough time, they can easily analyze the invading fleets, transform their ships and defense methods, and finally completely remove them. Elimination, instead of being raided on the home planet without warning, you have to activate a big killer called the "Final War" to defend it.

This explosion is not electromagnetic, radiation, kinetic energy, combustion and other conventional killing effects, but based on the in-depth study of the "zero element", a kind of "annihilation" effect triggered, which can ignore all protective measures to cause destruction of objects within the scope of influence Sexual strikes, and as far as Watum, the "knowledge manager" knows, there is no countermeasures against such strikes—because they don’t.

After the aftermath of the flames of destruction dissipated, there was nothing in space except for a large number of space platform wrecks that were not affected by the explosion but were torn apart due to the impact of kinetic energy.

"Sure, did you succeed?"

"What are they from?"

"Old manager..."

"What shall we do next..."

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When the surviving Wattams believed that they had won victory in this sudden war, and even began to mourn the dead and plan for the future, the dense, unharmed dark fleet reappeared in their original position, like "finally "War" was not launched at all.

In an instant, the horror and despair that swept through made all the Watum people watching the scene silent.

"[I have seen your determination, but it is meaningless,]" The next moment, the big purple face of the strong man appeared on all the monitoring equipment terminals of Wattam: "[This explosion caused 12% of your total population. The loss is still 38% from our goal. You can now choose to elect a new research director to continue the negotiation, or open fire at us as a signal that the negotiation breaks down and starts a full-scale war.]"

The tone of the intruder leader hardly changed, and it seemed that no matter what Watum did or did, it was just a small matter.

What frightened the viewer the most was that his location was not inside a safe space battleship, but on the wreckage formed after a space platform exploded.

This means that, like those black warships, he did not evade the "final war" by some means, but confronted the super weapon that Watum produced with the technical power of the whole clan, and he did nothing. No injuries.

As for the trivial matter of being in space without any protection and being able to directly connect to all monitor terminals, it is not worth mentioning.

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After confirming that Watam was not trying to talk to him, the purple brawny sitting on the wreckage raised his hand, closed the projection window in front of him, and then looked up at the densely black warships "above".

"When are you going to fight until?" he said.

The law of inability to transmit sound in space does not seem to apply to him, or that he does not need a medium for speech transmission.

Whoosh!

A few seconds later, a slender figure jumped out of the largest ship in the fleet, turned into a black streamer, and appeared in front of the purple brawny almost instantly.

What appeared in this kind of magical form was a petite human girl. She looked about fourteen or five years old, with green eyes, green hair, and a faint blue light like a flame in her left eye, combing her back. Wearing a pair of long and fluffy ponytails, wearing black short-sleeved sports tops and denim shorts of the same color, stepping on a pair of ice skates, holding a strange spear with a white long pole and a green spear head in his hands, when he speaks, With some kind of electronic sound that seems to be reverberant:

"It was the old woman who stopped me, otherwise I would have arrived long ago, hum."

"What can you do when you arrive? Are you going to take Master Thanos back with your bare hands?"

A lazy and hoarse female voice retorted.

At the same time as this sound appeared, the flagship of the Black Fleet drove out a "carriage". It was a quite classical and gorgeous frame with a black background and gold rim. The two heads were steeds, but the whole body was dark, and there was still one on the forehead. The one-horned strange creatures galloped, leaving a bright colorful rainbow on its trajectory.

The car is driven by a tall, graceful woman with bright blue skin and no hair. She wears a white robe with layers of layers, a lot of fabrics, and a lot of gold and silver jewelry, and she wears a head. It seems to be a towering cloth hat that symbolizes a certain identity. There are no eyeballs in the eyes. Instead, there are constantly beating golden streamers.

"Compared to your stupid donkey cart, Lord Thanos would rather let me take it with my bare hands!"

"That's dark unicorns. You can't slander them as donkeys just because they don't let you ride."

"It's a donkey! That's it!"

Two women with completely different appearances and personalities are arguing about how to bring "Master Thanos", and the brawny purple man, known as Master Thanos, once again looked up at the huge flagship. , Seems to be looking forward to the emergence of third parties.

However, no new means of transportation or people have appeared.

As for the densely packed black fleets, they are keeping communication silent in unison.

"Okay, myself..." Thanos stood up from the ruins, seeming to want to say something, but halfway through the words, he was interrupted by the tall, thin, black-skinned man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Master'Emon'," the black-skinned man raised the little octopus in his hand and shook his face, smiling heartily: "I have brought back the will to'dominate'."

"Don't use that stupid name!" X2

The green-haired girl and the blue-skinned girl yelled at him at the same time.

"Um... Lord'Talos'?" The dark-skinned man blinked.

"'EbonyMaw', do you want to taste the gunshot?" The green-haired girl pointed her spear directly.

"If you find this kind of thing interesting, we will call you'Hermaeus Mora' from now on." The blue-skinned woman's eyes flickered.

"Okay,'ProximaMidnight','Supergiant'," Thanos raised his hand, regarded the distance as nothing, and squeezed away the little octopus: "You know he likes to pick Starting a fight, but still in such a simple language?"

"So my lord, who do you want to bring with you?" The green-haired girl and the blue-skinned girl looked at him together.

"This is not a ready-made'ladder'?" Thanos pointed to the dark-skinned man.

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