On the brown planet, countless small spacecraft flew out like ants and spread to the distant starry sky.

Their appearance is very simple, just like pine cones. The surface is rough protein armor, with only one thruster and simple transition equipment. The spacecraft has the initial energy pool of biomass, which can be maintained for about a year. This was Crodill's first generation pioneer, and it can be said to be very primitive. At that time, even the most basic transport spacecraft could not be defeated, and it was a real waste-level. But such a spacecraft carried the footprints of Crodill's conquest.

In the vast starry sky, blood pupils float like ghosts. Here, the distance between time and space is invalid for him. He is like the master in the dark, turning his eyes to any corner of the universe.

He saw the Crodillian small spacecraft spreading in the universe, and some of them were damaged before they even arrived at their destination.

He saw the Crodillians encounter warships from other civilizations for the first time and were easily shattered.

He also saw that countless Crodill ‘pinecones’ found their target and descended to the sky with a long trail.

It can be said that the Crodirs at this time were weak. Their civilization was just budding, and their technology and social structure were not perfect. They could not create large warships that were popular in this era. There were only the simplest biological spacecraft. These were the results they had finally inherited from the Lomish civilization. In this era when large fleets were rampant in the universe, they were like ants, without any threat. Xue Tong saw with his own eyes that some captains of the warships were drinking wine while launching disdainful attacks on the Crodirs. Under the dense artillery fire of the warships, the simple spacecraft of the Crodirs would not be harder than eggs.

But no one would have thought that these primitive, simple, and unremarkable ants have opened a new chapter for the universe.

A time of chaos...

prelude.

"If a civilization, a civilization that stands up from the ruins, can grow? How can we not be eliminated by the cruel universe?" Boya's calm voice came from his ears, distant and erratic, like a dream.

"plunder."

"Only plunder can we obtain resources as quickly as possible. Only plunder can we allow the Crodirs who have nothing to obtain the basis for their survival. Only plunder can we continue with them who have only three years of life..."

“We don’t like peace, but we have no choice.”

"This is fate!"

The picture changes. Above a strange planet, a pine cone-shaped spacecraft dragged down with a long trail. Its surface is mottled, and even cracks visible to the naked eye appear. A large number of biological tissues overflowed from the cracks. It burst as soon as it landed. A weak, zombie-like man walked out of the wreckage.

He set foot on a land that does not belong to his civilization, and the first thing he did was to get food.

Bloody eyes watched him running wildly on the field and found a village like a beast. There were some inhuman creatures living in the village, somewhat similar to big trees with feet. They looked at the intruder in surprise, at a loss.

But then, they died. Crodil's conqueror killed them as fast as possible, and then frantically devoured everything they could eat.

Then, the footprints of the conqueror began to spread, from villages, from cities, from cities, to kingdoms...

His body began to become stronger and stronger, and gradually mutated many powerful weapons. He used a strange tumor to create puppets and quickly expanded into a huge legion. They spread like plague on the planet, destroying one country after another. When the king of the last country fell to the feet of the conqueror, the entire planet belonged to his private property.

This was the first planet to be conquered by Crodill. But soon there was a second and a third one.

During this process, Xuetong discovered an interesting phenomenon. That is, the Crodillians at this stage are very clumsy. They do not have advanced biological civilizations. They do not have terrifying biological weapons like breeding equipment. The only thing they can rely on is their own **. They turn part of their bodies into weapons through self-modulation, thereby achieving unimaginable combat power. With the evaluation of Xuetong, their combat power almost reached the peak of the meteor level at this time. It is a nightmare existence for ordinary civilizations.

This is an evolutionary method that is completely different from the cognition of Blood Pupil. It gives Blood Pupil the feeling. It is a bit like the beast king transformation performed by Wright and his subordinates. It is just more primitive and rougher.

Of course, this evolution is not without weakness. After just observing for a while, Xue Tong saw a terrifying scene.

After the conqueror completed his mission, he soon waited for the Crodill spacecraft responsible for receiving him. But when he completed the handover with the new conqueror, the cells rioted in full view and were eaten by the crazy wriggling tendons and cell groups. On the scene full of blood, his body turned into a squirming flesh and blood, and spread wildly around him.

The successor conquerors watched all this indifferently, and then ended their ex's life with a mutated pulsating cannon.

There is no mercy, no sympathy. Just as this is just a common thing. Even the cold blood and calmness were shocked when he saw it.

"Is it cruel? But this is reality." Boya's voice came again in his ears. "The first generation of Krodirs adopted Lomishk's modulation technology, which not only had a short lifespan, but also had poor cell stability. They strengthened their combat power by consuming life. But they could not continue. They were sad in this era. In order to continuate the race, they had to complete the process of conquest through sacrifice. The meaning of their existence is to leave a foundation for later generations."

"You see his successor so indifferent because he is also a consumable. After three years, his fate will not be any different from his ex. It's ridiculous that other civilizations are still jealous of our achievements, but they don't know that our ancestors are already fighting hard when they are drunk and dreaming. Their lifespan is very short, but in this short time, they have done many things that civilizations cannot do in their lifetime."

"This is Crodill...the civilization that has climbed up from the ruins!" Boya sighed, his voice full of pride.

"Even if we use simple spacecraft or consumed on the way, our ancestors still conquered the huge starry sky with their flesh and blood. They also opened up an era."

"A age of cosmic warriors."

"……………” Xue Tong was silent and it took a long time to admit. "It's true."

Through this period of observation, he could see how weak the Crodill civilization was at this moment. Not only technology, but even the society and civilization structure were in the most primitive and weakest stage. But in this state they still stepped out of the starry sky without hesitation. It can be seen how brave they are. Similarly, in this era of large fleets, they abandoned the tradition of fleet war and opened up a way to conquer individual soldiers. It has to be said that it is a bold innovation.

They succeeded, and made everyone realize how pale the traditional legion was in the face of the new mode of conquest. The glory of the Universe Warrior appeared in the universe for the first time, thus opening up a new era.

By this time, Blood Eyes had confirmed that although the pattern of the universe has changed, the model of cosmic warriors as the main body was determined from the time of great chaos, and the civilization that opened up this model was the great Crodill civilization. It was them that made everyone realize that the rules of war have changed, thus forming a new type of war with cosmic warriors as the main body.

This is a way of war where personal force overrides everything. It is arrogant and domineering. No matter from any perspective, it does not belong to the mainstream of the universe at that time.

It’s a pity that history has always been written by the victors. The Crodillians used facts to prove to the universe that their choice was correct.

Then the question arose again. If the Crodillians at that time had only three years of life and the spacecraft were so weak. How did they conquer the huge starry sky and form a vast empire that scares all civilizations and has infinite boundaries?

"evolution!!"

Boya's voice rang in his ears, and he said proudly. "This is what we are most proud of. Although we are weak, we have the most precious quality of the universe at that time, that is, endless ambitions and **! and..."

Boya's voice suddenly rose and was full of fanaticism.

"Great King!"

The picture was changed, generations of Crodir people continued to plunder. They sent endless resources back to the original star, and finally began the rapid growth of civilization. In this stage, Crodir's biotechnology improved rapidly, from the initial simple ontological mutation to a wider biological weapon. On the brown native star, billions of modulation nests operated day and night, modulating new plans into entities. In this stage, Crodir civilization gave birth to wise men, who were both former conquers and retained their lives for various reasons. They converted the energy of battle into survival and wisdom, thus laying the cornerstone of development for the Crodir civilization.

In an unexpected experiment, they obtained a magical cell and then used it to create arms.

It was a terrible armed force that had never appeared in the universe, and they called it... colonial.

This armed design is based on the king's armed forces. But no one expected that this design encountered difficulties at the beginning. The new reinforced cells were full of wildness and were essentially different from the biological cells they had contacted. If the past mutated cells were regarded as wild beasts, then this primitive cell community could only be regarded as a demon.

Terrible, hungry, cruel, evil...devil.

Thousands of Crodirs were swallowed by this armed force, and even the scum was not left behind. Just when all the wise men were desperate, the king finally took action. He contacted a civilization called Mota through some inexplicable ways, and exchanged dozens of commercial planets for one of their devices.

The name of this device is called core core.

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