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As he got closer, the figures on both sides of the altar became clearer.

The first figure was a man who looked extremely thin. He was mining. His dry skin was covered with ore powder, and his fingers had cracked, revealing scars like a child's mouth. His expression was very calm, or numb. His lower eyes were staring at his mine pickaxe, as if he was looking forward to something.

But he no longer needs to look forward to it. Because he is dead... what is left here is only a body, a body that has no soul but still maintains its posture during his lifetime.

Xue Tong stopped when he passed by, looked at him carefully for a while. Then he raised his foot and walked to the next step. 647

The second figure was maintaining the machine. It was a huge machine dozens of times larger than him. His fingers looked flexible, but his eyes were still numb. A rough collar was worn on his neck, and under his feet were headless corpses. Dried blood marks were left between his nails and extended all over his body.

Xue Tong stopped and found that the man was not actually maintaining the life of himself or his companions. Because behind him, there were several men with collars on their necks standing silently, as if waiting to fill his position. And the huge machine, if Xue Tong was not mistaken, should be the foot of a super giant mobile device.

The robot's feet?

The pupils of the blood pupils contracted slightly, and then they walked up to the third level.

This time, the one who appeared in front of him was an old man. He did nothing, but just crawled on the ground in a hunchback. There were a huge deep pit around him. There were hundreds of corpses inside. They were all old or incomplete and unable to work. A sharp spear pierced the old man to the ground. The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes full of hatred.

Did he be killed because he was old and unable to work? Xue Tong thought silently and stepped onto the fourth level, then the fifth level, the sixth level...

As the blood pupils advance, he can see one, or the death of a group of people at each step, one is crueler and one is miserable. Some of them are numb, some are angry, and some are unwilling to accept it. But no matter how unwilling they are, what is still waiting for them is death. Or, there is cruel destruction than death.

Behind Blood Eyes, Robbie looked at the figures silently and suddenly asked softly.

"Are these... Crodillians?"

"It's their ancestors." Xue Tong replied. He used 'them' subtly, but not 'me'. "This is their life, and Crodill's life."

Speaking of this, Xue Tong suddenly said a complicated sentence. This sentence does not belong to any known language, but it has a vicissitudes of life and ancient flavor.

"Zia Casri...Dilsalotou...Mosyar...Criti...&...&*&...&..."

"I come from the ruins, and I go to death. In my short life, I cannot see the sunshine. I don't know if this is the arrangement of fate or the will of God. But if so, I curse you. Curse fate, curse gods, curse everything that manipulates us and slaughter us. We come from the ruins, and we will die. But we swear that all this will be replicated in every race of life. Bring the ruins to you and death to you. This is the true fairness!"

“Let us be equal….”

Robbie doesn't understand the bloody pupils

The words, Xue Tong didn't know why he said these words, but he only knew that these words seemed to be engraved in his bones and in the deepest part of his genes. He was involuntarily explained.

These words are more of a declaration than a sentiment. They are declarations of the oppressed, to all injustice.

That was anger and hatred that had been silent for nearly ten thousand years.

Any enemy will be burned into the sky by this anger and hatred. Crotch 647

"What are you talking about?" Robbie blinked and asked softly. Although he couldn't understand, he could feel the anger and hatred rolling in these words. It was a kind of terrifying hatred that almost melted the universe, making everyone who heard it shudder.

But Xue Tong would not explain to him, but was silent for a while, and then said softly. "I'm telling a piece of history."

As he said that, he took another step and walked to a new level.

This is the 100th step. What appeared in front of him was no longer the miserable images before, but strong warriors. They climbed up from the ruins, picked up weapons and fought. Everyone's expression was so angry and frenzy. Just like an immortal god of war. Their supreme, but there were tens of thousands of scars on that supreme body. It seemed as if telling their stories to everyone.

Next, there are another general.

Wise men.

Gradually, a new civilization was born...

Civilization begins to develop.

Groups of buildings, new biotech.

Finally, Xuepeng came to a figure. He saw a hexagonal object holding his hand and was raising it towards the sky in a fanatical manner. There were tears in the corners of his eyes and blood in his pupils.

"College." Xue Tong looked silently for a while, then turned his eyes to the top of the altar.

He understood that this was Crodill's examination of his civilization. On this altar, it was not only Crodill's power, but more so, their anger, hatred, fear, hopelessness, and...

will.

They are slave civilizations, oppressed creatures. From the day they have themselves, they have been suffering and mourning. Every Crodir is suffering, and this pain is not only a sacred person, but also directly into their souls.

They are the cursed groups of people. They have been living in unwillingness and despair from beginning to end...

But does this have anything to do with yourself?

Blood Eyes pondered silently. Could it be that in your future, you have to bear Crodill's suffering and will?

Is this fate?

Xue Tong couldn't think of the answer, but the more he saw, the more he felt a kind of pressure and a speechless heaviness. Gradually, sweat appeared on his forehead and his walking speed became slower and slower.

But no matter how slow it is, the journey must end. Blood Eyes finally reach the top of the altar.

It was a huge, gorgeous, noble, full of divine meaning.

Under the throne, four men were kneeling.

They were of different sizes, but each of them had toughness and indomitable faces. A terrifying aura emanated from their bodies, rushing towards the four directions like a tide of sea. And when they passed their figures and the gorgeous throne, the eyes of bloody eyes widened.

He finally saw the real treasure of the ruins.

It was an endless wilderness, with bushes growing in the wilderness. Each bush had a nest, carrying a strong human form in the middle.

Billions of nest training, billions of... Crodill warriors!!!

conqueror!!!!
Chapter completed!