The Seventh Battlefield.(Baidu Search Literature Museum)

Nature is the final product, the 'star' that is completely filled with cosmic storms and space debris.

To be precise, it is not a star at all, it is just a space restricted by virtual and real technology. It is a pure 'blank' created only for harsh or worse environments. When fighting there, the first thing to consider is not killing. The enemy, but how to survive.

Obviously, the envoy's decision was a punishment for Xue Tong and Brut's domineering behavior just now. And they were not allowed to resist.

Some people may ask, the Kree have done the same thing before, why were they not punished?

Isn't this a very simple matter? The Clay clan is a long-established cosmic aristocracy, and there are people above it. Compared with humans, the Clay clan's background is obviously much stronger. At least not even the messengers of the second world dare to Express explicit hostility.

However, although he made a ruling, it really meant nothing to Xue Tong and Brut.

Both of them have indifferent personalities and are extremely aggressive newbies at the stellar level. In them, they are not as mature and prudent (timid and afraid of death) as the old star-level players, but they still maintain high energy and aggressiveness. The newly acquired power is surging in their bodies. Let alone a space battlefield, even if they really enter a counter-space battle, the two of them will probably not hesitate at all.

Because their stage is the most exciting 'dangerous period' for space warriors.

As we all know, every level up of a space warrior is a ground-breaking evolution, but this evolution is not without disadvantages. The new power will make the space warrior more impulsive and dangerous. It is like a child who gets a new toy. There will always be excitement for a while. Only after getting familiar with it for a while will it gradually return to normal.

Xue Tong and Brut are exactly at this stage. So they don't care about the battlefield at all. The only thing they need to worry about is as long as they don't get hurt by others.

You must know that the reason why the stellar class is difficult to deal with is because they are very difficult to kill. The solidification of their cognitive world makes them a system of their own. They can copy powerful clones at any time to perform tasks, so it no longer matters whether they use the main body or not. At the same time, according to the star-level understanding of the world, the clone will also carry more power and become more and more powerful.

Xue Tong and Brut have just been promoted to star level, and their understanding of the world is not yet mature enough to separate powerful enough clones, so this time they are coming in their true form. In this case, in addition to normal injuries, they must also Be careful of some super-powerful mental, psychic, and mysterious attacks to avoid damaging your own understanding of the world and causing irreparable damage.

And this is also the reason why they are fierce. Only dead enemies are the best enemies. If they are not fierce enough, aren't they looking for death?

"Do you have any objections?"

The voice of the second world messenger echoed above.

The two of them just glanced at each other and disappeared.

At this time, any words are powerless, and only strength is the fundamental way to solve everything. So what if the environment is bad? As long as you can survive the battlefield. Can the messengers of the second world still stop them? Human beings are now In this situation, we have to find a way out among many old civilizations. This kind of thing has happened too many times.

The many soldiers brought by the two men also walked aside in silence, waiting for the outcome of the battle.

The sacrifices continued again, followed by the sacrifices of some civilizations. However, there were only some small civilizations left at this time, and the sacrifices were mostly low-level resources, potions, exotic beasts, slaves, etc. It was far from satisfactory.

The needs of the second world. So after all the sacrifices, only three or two kittens were recognized as civilizations, and most civilizations were rejected.

This is also to protect them. Otherwise, in the highly competitive environment of the second world, what if they get in? Wouldn't they be eaten in minutes?

Not all civilizations are eligible to enjoy the dividends of the higher world.

Finally, after the ceremony went on for another three days, the fleet 'circle formation' in the void became a little thinner. Some of them went home, while others stayed to wait to watch the battle that followed.

Most of the civilizations that can still stay here are candidates who have met the standards. They are all waiting for the final step with hope and expectation.

Election battle!!

Successful people will ascend the ladder of the second world, while losers will also receive compensation from the second world.

Basically, at this point, there are no real losers anymore, because even if a little bit of technology slips through the fingers of the second world, it will be enough to completely change their civilization. But the essence of life is greedy, isn't it? Being able to get more

With good results, who would choose a bad one?

In the garden of the human yacht, the speaker stood up and walked to the transparent shield at the edge.

From his angle, he could clearly see the battlefields of seven planets, including the movements of the warriors among them.

"It's about to begin."

The speaker raised his finger, and a plump roast duck suddenly appeared, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. "I wonder how many candidates are planned to win this second world?"

"The great bust is approaching, and they will not waste any more costs." Representative Sal Jones said later. "I estimate that they may reduce the cost by 70%."

"70%..." The Speaker chewed for a while, and showed a half-smiling expression. "Look, this is the truth of the rules. Fairness and help are all high-sounding excuses. In the eyes of these superior civilizations, we are just

Just ants."

"The 30% that survived are probably still guys with connections in the second world."

The Speaker smiled, threw the leftover roast duck aside, and then turned out a large barrel of beer and drank freely. The fragrant wine juice flowed down his mouth, and he suddenly threw the barrel away and laughed.

"Okay! Let me see who can have the last laugh, Sal Jones. Let's make a bet. I bet that he will not have 30% left, but 10%."

"Want to play a game?"

"No, Mr. Speaker." Sal Jones replied, with a slight smile on his face. "I forgot to mention that my previous assessment was only an analysis of data and did not include our participation. So I will not follow

You make this bet. In fact, according to my personal opinion, 10% is too much. I think 5% is more ideal."

"Who told us to catch a big deck of cards?"

The Speaker and Sal Jones looked at each other, then laughed in unison.

At this time, Xue Tong and Brut had entered the seventh battlefield. Endless cosmic storms and space debris were raging around them, and it seemed that they would be swallowed up in the next moment. Storms of this intensity are relatively dangerous, even if

Stellar-level people also have to be careful. So Brut immediately held up the shield, and Blood Pupil...

But there was no change.

"Huh?" Brut was a little surprised. "Don't you need to prepare?"

"It's not necessary." Xue Tong replied. At the same time, he cast his gaze into the distance. "I like it here... Besides, I'm afraid we don't have much time to get familiar with the battlefield."

"Oh?" Brut was stunned for a moment. He followed Xue Tong's gaze and his face suddenly turned livid.
Chapter completed!