Destiny!?

Blood pupil's eyes blurred.

What is fate??

This is not the first time he has heard this, from Reala to Ying, from Ying to Lestero, and even Boya today. They are constantly talking about the same words, fate... or fate.

Xue Tong didn't believe in fate, and he was almost fighting with fate throughout his life. In the cruel x35, after entering the cosmic mercenary, he opened a new path to fate with his fists. If he didn't fight, x35 would have become the food for mutant beasts as early as possible.

This is a cruel world, everything depends on yourself.

So Xuepin cannot understand why such a powerful Crodill civilization and such powerful masters would mention this term again and again. Don’t they want to fight? Or have they learned to give up?

Boya's voice came to his ears, and he whispered softly. "We have fought countless times, but... no one has changed his destiny."

The picture changed, and Xue Tong found himself in a huge biological building, with rows of neat modulation nests in front of him. Crodill conquers were lying in it, rubbing dense pipelines on his body.

They are not in good condition. Some of them are still in human form, while others have undergone major changes, and part of their bodies rots or turns into an unknown ball of meat. However, these are not the most terrifying. What is most terrifying is that more than half of the conquerors have aged. Even under the supplement of the mixture, they are still shriveled like zombies.

In the closed modulation nest, their eyes were staring at the sky without any spirit, just like the eyes of a pair of dead fish.

"As early as the first decay, our wise men began to study this phenomenon. They used all means and even interacted with the energy civilization. Each victim's gene was extracted separately and the cell sequence was reconstructed through modulation. They even performed partial gene conversion, hoping to change the genome of these victims."

"But the ending is frustrating. Countless experiments have proved that this decay is inevitable. It has great uncertainty. It will decay the conquerors of our clan for a certain period of time, and everything evaporates out of thin air. No matter how powerful a warrior is, it will not be able to survive."

Boya explained. The voice was filled with sadness.

When he changed his face and turned, Xue Tong saw a water droplet spacecraft sailing in the universe. One of the strong men was sleeping in the modulation nest with his eyes closed. He was going to go to the next conquest planet, but suddenly his face aging and soon turned into ashes in the modulation nest. Everything happened in a very short time, just like a nightmare.

Then another scene followed, a Crodill conqueror was returning to the main star with countless spoils. However, he was completely ashesed halfway through the way. He didn't even have time to send a message.

Then there are another one, another...

Just in the eyes of Xue Tong, countless Crodill people entered the same end. Some of them were weak and some were powerful, and there were even strong men who could not even see through Blood Tong. They died without exception. They did not die on the glorious battlefield, but died under irresistible decay. The sudden old faces and instantly dried bodies made Xue Tong feel chilled.

Anyone will feel fear when facing irresistible power, let alone such mysterious and terrifying power?

Xuetong didn't know how these people died, but he knew that this was an irresistible force. A truly terrifying force that transcends the constraints of the rules of the universe. It cannot escape and cannot resist, just like that...

destiny.

"This..." Xue Tong opened his mouth, but found that his voice was extremely hoarse.

"What the hell is this?"

"This is fate." Boya replied. "The fate of us Crodir people."

"It took our wise men hundreds of years and hundreds of millions of tests to figure out that this decay is not produced in our bodies. In other words, it is not caused by our genetic defects. Every Crodir man has entered the countdown of decay from the moment he was born. And the most terrifying thing is that any decayed Crodir man will completely disappear, including his energy, gene sequences, and even psychic particles. It will completely disappear in the universe, just as he has never existed."

"This is impossible!" Xue Tong immediately retorted. "If this is the case, how can you stay until now? As far as I can tell, Crodill also had many strong men with long lifespans at the beginning."

"This is the second point I want to tell you." Boya suddenly smiled bitterly. After a while, he said seriously.

"We..., including Rea, can leave a little trace of existence. It is not because we have a way to escape fate, but because... fate requires us to do so."

"Scared?" Xue Tong was startled.

There is still such a thing? The requirement of fate? What joke? Is fate not fate? It also has consciousness and mind?

"I can't answer your doubts," Boya replied. "But we have indeed survived for the sake of fate. This has bothered us for many years. It was not until we knew that Crodill had perished that it had let us go, not because of how strong we are, but because it requires us to stay."

“To be precise…”

“It needs the continuation of Crodill.”

This...this is impossible!?

Hearing Boya's words, Xue Tong's eyes suddenly widened, revealing an incredible gaze.

It turned out to be such a ridiculous reason.

What fate, what fate? How can you care about the survival of a race? In the consciousness of Blood Eyes, fate has always been illusory and high. It dominates the trajectory of the entire world. It is cold, but mysterious. Even the most strange mysticism of the universe mercenaries cannot truly understand its existence. It can be said that in this universe, fate is the supreme law.

No organism, any individual, any substance, or any existence can escape the mercy of fate.

Crodill, what reason is there to let fate look at you differently?

"Because..." Boya's voice sounded again, full of strange but sad meaning.

"Because we are its toys..."

"It leaves us because it does not want us to perish. And those who died before... are its food."

What, what!?

For a moment, Xue Tong couldn't believe his ears.

What does Boya mean? Food? What food?

With a huge shock in my heart, only Boya's slightly trembling voice could be heard.
Chapter completed!