A group of Nairachim didn't understand what the hell was [Wang], but humans knew it, especially in this domestic dog-raising colony, so when the dragon made the sound that was no different from the Erha in the family, there was no large-scale horror scene in the heads of those awakened human colonists.

Only one large comedy movie is left.

The Sarnaga creation, which had been integrated by Urus and Lehman, successfully relieved everyone's tension, while Nerachim put down his guard earlier--they could directly sense psychic energy. This guy has no sense of attack at all now. When facing Lehman, he looks like a tamed animal.

The Narachim could feel the desire for absorption and evolution in the organism, but now the desire that should have been pure and wild is covered with a limiter. That limiter is Lehman's consciousness-Zeratu could feel that the Sarnaga creature would be quite obedient to Lehman's will, and would change with his will, just like the Void Psychic Light Knife of the Dark Templars.

Thinking of this, Master Dark looked at Lehman, who was holding the weak, and gently tilted his head to signal.

Lehman saw Zeratu's sign and knew what the Dark Lord meant. He could also feel the connection between this big guy who looked like the Deathwings and himself. This big guy had been combined with something deeper in his body by Eurus in a way that he could not understand. Now he was united with this guy, and he had just felt the anger of this little guy who had just arrived in the material world at the death of the Creator.

In addition to the evolutionary instinct, this little guy has something that he originally did not have - a kind of binding force attached to him Lehman. This little guy's emotions are now as pure as a human baby, but he has a much higher intellectual level than a baby. In the eyes of humans, it is simply impossible.

Just as Zeratu expected, Lehman knew that he could command it, so he tried to issue a command, or more like negotiation:

"Can you get smaller?"

[How small]--Lehman soon received the other party's reply, which made him stunned. He thought the other party's intelligence level would not be too high, but now it seems that he has to re-evaluate it--but after thinking about it, he still stretched out his hand and said:

"Is it OK to get smaller enough to stand on my shoulders?"

[No!] Zeratu, who was standing beside him, suddenly said he would stop him, which made Lehman wonder----You asked me to make it smaller, why didn't you let me let it go again now, but the next second, he figured out why from the look of the Dark Master looking at the fool...

But it was too late, and the new Sarnagar creature happily accepted Lehman's order, so the huge dragon body composed of Zerg's flesh and blood collapsed instantly, and the flesh turned into torrents, which suddenly blurted everyone's face. The only thing that this group of people and Protus is fortunate that the passage into the cave was a downhill, and the disintegrating flesh and blood flowed down the slope, under the pull of gravity, into the ruins that had lost their meaning.

Otherwise, if it were flat ground, the Nairachim would be fine, and humans would probably be drowned by those flesh and blood floods.

After thinking about this, Lehman felt guilty. Just when he wanted to turn his head and see if there was anything wrong with the humans around him, a full of breath came to his ears:

"Oh, what exactly are these horse poop-like things?!"

The curse filled with red neck aura made him suddenly stunned--it looked like his brother Renault. Thinking of this, Lehman looked back and found that the person who was cursing was a young man wearing power armor, who had just opened his mask and was constantly trying to clean up the Zerg flesh and blood residue on his body with his hands.

The young man had the roughness of a Marine on his face, but Lehman didn't know what, as if he could feel a not so rough heart hidden under his unshaven face, and he could always feel that the man had a high position or often mixed with people in high positions.

This felt strange. Lehman knew that he had no evidence, but he felt that way. The young man gave him a little like Rashagar, but Rashagar's breath had to be much restrained, and this young man was in a state of exterior, very subtle, which made him a little uncomfortable - he liked Rashagar's breath very much, which was a breath of power, knowledge, restraint, and self-restraint. The breath of the person in front of him was a bit greedy and robbery.

Just as Lehman was looking at Minsk, Minsk was also pretending to shake off the flesh and blood and observing the human male that fell out of the giant beast - too young. This was Minsk's first feeling. After the chaos stopped, Minsk felt that the aura emitted from the other party was a bit like before he joined the army. The overall feeling this guy gave Minsk was the kind of young man with a huge sense of justice. However, it was not exactly like before he joined the army - this guy gave people the feeling that it was too restrained.

He was carrying a strong force, but restrained, for some reason, which made Minsk feel a little uncomfortable.

But it was uncomfortable, and it was obvious that it was not because he felt that the other party was a little uncomfortable. Minsk looked at the aliens holding green light weapons, but they were surrounded by a circle. He did not forget that the aliens just used these weapons to kill the aliens that could not kill even the electromagnetic rifles, like chopping vegetables and cutting melons. He did not think that the armor that could be penetrated by electromagnetic steel nails could withstand that green weapon.

And this human male, even if he is a human, is actually with the opposite sex, and seems to be very valued. I don’t know what’s going on--Minsk instantly wrote a lot of scripts in his mind, including the plot where aliens created a weapon like humans.

However, the future human emperor quickly threw such funny thoughts out of the blue and turned to think about more practical issues in his mind--these aliens actually saved them and themselves just now. Diya and the refugees, perhaps because of that human male relationship, perhaps not, but no matter what, these tall aliens showed wisdom and reason.

As long as you have reason and wisdom, you can find a way to communicate, but those alien beasts seem to be unable to communicate, and they seem to be enemies with those tall aliens?

Just as Minsk was thinking, Zeratu suddenly completed the exchange of ideas with Lehman, turned to look at Minsk--Now, Minsk felt as uncomfortable as if he was nailed to a wall by a javelin, and then suddenly, "What's your name, Tron Human" meant that he ignored the distance and thought of it in his head.

Minsk was surprised by the other party's ability to pass messages and the fact that the other party knew about humans, but he still subconsciously answered:

"My name is Jason Bennett."

This is of course a pseudonym, because his father has too many enemies, and he has become accustomed to saying pseudonym.

But the Dark Master sensed the lies of the person in front of him almost instantly, which made Zeratu very unhappy. However, he still suppressed his anger and nodded at the other party, then helped Lehman stand up and put on Nerachim's robe.

Lehman didn't think much about it. He felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar with his eyebrows, but he soon attributed it to the reason why he left human society for too long and felt familiar to everyone. He didn't know the name, so he quickly turned his attention to something more urgent in front of him:

Now that Nairachim has completely contacted the Zerg, the Zerg may also know about the existence of Nairachim. The next thing is bound to involve the war between the two tribes--he has no way to intervene in the top leaders for the time being, but since Nairachim has such an opportunity here, there is no reason to give up.

So he quickly suggested that Zeratu was time to return to Shakuras.

The Dark Minister agreed and soon called the spacecraft. As the Nairachim battleship hidden in orbit began to descend, Lehman walked to a group of human refugees who had been hugging each other in horror, and squatted down. He looked at Olivia, whose face was full of horror, and smiled apologetically.

Perhaps for the other party, his body was still the baby she held in her arms many years ago, but his soul and the burden on his shoulders would not allow him to stay any longer--he did not expect that a simple temple exploration would introduce the gods and the Zergs in advance. This was a great danger and a great opportunity, and he had to seize it.

Fortunately, the other party and all humans were fine. The Sarnaga creation, which was now squatting on his shoulder, was absorbing all the Zerg viruses in the human body while absorbing all the Zerg matter and essence - in fact, it ate everyone's essence and then spit out the humans.

This made Lehman feel relieved. He didn't know what the fate of these people would be, but he prayed for the future that their fates would be better not be intertwined--because his future path must be full of dangers.

Finally, he touched Olivia's cheek, and then hung the Kedalin crystal pendant that had lost its energy back to Olivia's daughter Octavia's neck--this is a farewell. He did not intend to clear the memories of these people. These people were just a group of farmers on the edge planet and would not cause too much trouble in the world.

Moreover, Narachim is actually very sensitive to interfering with a person's will. The Dark Master himself did not take action, and he didn't look for that boring.

Nairakim's spacecraft landed quickly. In a dazzling light, Zeratu and Nairakim and Lehman disappeared together. Then the spacecraft re-activated the stealth drive and disappeared above the sky.

"So, everyone, if I were you, I would leave this. We are the free prospectors of Yumoyang and Keha. The next stop is Yumoyang. Do you want to go? Of course, the premise is that our spacecraft is repaired."

In the golden color of dawn, Akturas Minsk said to a group of refugees that the bright golden color of sunlight covered his expression and covered the subtle excitement of his mouth--he was sure that no one knew about the two alien races just now in the Tron world. The terrifying and powerful foreign race might make ordinary humans feel fear and eventually be overwhelmed by fear.

But Akturas Minsk only felt an excitement and a sense of mission. These two alien races will definitely collide with humans at some point in the future. What will be the fate of humans at that time? And that powerful force, which humans can also have, combines the powerful power of those two races...

The young Minsk was filled with excitement. He suddenly felt that this unexpected journey was destiny. He had already planned the first step to embarking on this destiny road---there must not be left out of these witnesses, he must firmly take all this into his own hands!

Oh, no, it is in the hands of human beings.

Minsk smiled even brighter. In the eyes of panicked refugees, that smile was as warm and brilliant as the golden days around his mother in Minsk's memory.

Infected by the smile of the leader, the refugees calmed down one after another, and only one person was still shaking. It was the young Octavia, and the Kedalin crystal emitted embers on her neck - she could feel the shadow of the person in front of her, but she could not explain it.

Lehman sat in the spaceship, thinking about the future, completely unaware of the cause and effect he just planted, and one day in the future, it will guide the trajectory of the world towards an unknown future.
Chapter completed!