The death storm originated from the catastrophe after the release of alpha violent particles in ancient times. It is one of the most common and influential ecological catastrophes in the world, and even spread to the superbody star of astral siphon.

The violent wind was like thousands of knives, constantly eroding everything along the way.

The substances that are still not destroyed in the storm are like shells as the death storm continues to accelerate, making the area covered by the death storm completely a barren land that is difficult for creatures to survive.

That's true.

For those intelligent and cultural civilizations that were born and reproduced by chance, everything outside the eye of the wind is like an extremely quiet dark forest, difficult to explore and full of crises. I don’t know how many terrible existences are silently peeking in the darkness. They are far stronger than themselves, and they can only rely on darkness to hide, even if they breathe, they must be careful.

Once exposed, the dangers that attract attention, the crises of life and death are all in the other party's thoughts.

Two years after leaving the wasteland.

There are two star curtain units left to the exposed dark coordinates, and the academic space-time fortress jumped out of curvature space-time, and after a brief gliding, it parked in this death storm.

Looking around, it looked gray and there was nothing unusual.

A wave of water flashed on the huge aircraft, and two figures flew out from the ultra-pure water protection cover. It was the old men Lei Luo and Chubak.

Because the white and blue brought the quicksand civilization to have the technical ability to monitor curvature space-time and space. In terms of safety considerations, everyone decided to give up relying on curvature space-time technology to smuggle over, instead parked in such a distant place and flew slowly over by relying on themselves.

"You are really too cautious."

Chubak looked at Lei Luo on the side and sighed: "Flying two star curtain units in this level of death storm, even if we fly at our speed at full speed, it is impossible to fly for a year or two. This is still the case when Middle Earth has not encountered any accidents. Is it really necessary to be so careful? After all, according to experimental data, the black dead civilization will never reach the level of the quicksand civilization. Even if the space-time technology is a little stronger than the academic community, it is only a preliminary step into the curvature space-time stage."

“Don’t we also have curvature reefs?”

Lei Luo first asked back, and then said in a low voice: "I believe that Bailan has not exaggerated it. Although the quicksha civilization has not yet become a lighthouse-level civilization and is truly not afraid of disaster strikes, it is absolutely capable of maximizing and reducing the impact of disasters. If the academic community starts war with it, it will definitely be lifeless. Since the academic community has confirmed that this kind of afraid civilization really exists, it is not too much for us to be cautious without personally confirming the power of the black death civilization."

"It's right to say that. Fortunately, with this distance, you can barely contact this space-time fortress. Once the target is confirmed, it's not a long time for summoning the space-time fortress."

Chubak looked around at the Death Storm, confirmed the direction and said, "Let's go."

After talking, the two figures disappeared from the sight of everyone on the fortress of curvature space-time.

Another two years later.

finally.

After going through hardships and obstacles, two master pioneers, Lei Luo and Chubak, came to the cracked coordinates of the Black Death civilization.

The two of them couldn't help but look at each other, frowned, and their faces were a little heavy.

Wherever you see, there is still an endless storm of death, and there is no trace of the huge eyes of higher civilizations.

"Is it wrong to get the coordinates?"

Chubak couldn't help but ask Lei Luo's guess.

But soon the two of them denied this conjecture at the same time, because this coordinate was cracked by super-body humans. For this interstellar civilization, even if it is too late, it is really a trivial matter to crack a technology that has just entered the fourth level civilization.

"It will never be destroyed by other civilizations first."

Chubuck said helplessly.

After standing silent for a while, Lei Luo slowly said, "Search for a while. Maybe it's a distance away from the actual coordinates, or it's not impossible for our own navigation coordinates to have deviations."

After Lei Luo proposed this possibility, the old man could only sigh.

In this way, the two searched aimlessly for three months around their coordinates and finally discovered something.

"So small?"

Outside the wind wall, Lei Luo couldn't help but be stunned after feeling the area intensity of the wind eye a little, and it was really unbelievable.

Judging from the strength of this wind wall, its diameter is only 30 to 40 kilometers at most. This area of ​​wind eye can be supported by scholars from the last golden age, and there is no technical content.

More importantly.

The wind wall in front of you does not seem to be reliable, but is an excessively gradual structure, which seems to be a natural wind eye formed by a creature with the power of law after the death of a certain creature with law.

If the Black Death civilization was nearby, how could it be tolerated that such a weak alien was stationed under your nose? You should know that the curvature reef in the academic community searched all the places around the wasteland.

Is it a private space that expands in the Black Death Civilization?

Confused, Lei Luo and Chubak decided to go in and inspect it in person. Fortunately, this wind eye was formed naturally, and the excessive gradual change of the wind wall saved the two of them a lot of trouble.

After a little moment.

One by one, the two of them crossed the ever-increasing area of ​​wind walls, entered the eye of the wind, and stepped on the grassland on the rippling green waves of the lakeside.

Birds linger in the sky, the plants and trees in the distance are pleasant, and some large creatures are faintly hidden. The breeze blows by the lake, the water waves are not alarming, and the sight is full of vitality.

"What a paradise."

Such a miniature wind eye, without detailed coordinates, would be difficult to detect even if other curvature aircraft passed by. Lei Luo couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Chubuck also widened his eyes.

This kind of ecological environment is now hard to find in wasteland. He couldn't help but step forward to the lakeside and said, "Even if the Black Death civilization is not discovered, it would be a waste of us to come here thousands of miles away if we can find this paradise."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Soon he noticed something again, raised his foot and looked at it. The sole of the shoe was suddenly stomped by him, and the juice was splashed, looking a little disgusting, but the old man smiled without any mind: "This plump and juicy worm is almost completely extinct in the academic community today."

...

“It’s a new day!”

The Black Death clan stretched out its four tentacles and thought of it.

There is no name among the humble Black Dead.

The Black Dead is too small, and the work that this Black Dead is responsible for is to transport necessary materials for this "city", distribute organic matter in the city's metabolized dead cells to other Black Dead people, so we will call him the transporter here for the time being.

The transporter is humble.

It is working hard every day, and at this moment it is adhering to its blood cells and moving forward quickly. It is constantly imagining and fantasizing that it would be great if it could settle in the Holy City of Black Death one day in the future.

It is the oldest city in the Black Death world, the greatest city, the center of the world, and the source of countless exciting stories, which are born there. Going to a pilgrimage is almost every lifelong wish of the Black Death tribe, rather than dying for a lifetime in this small town.

soon.

The transporters who took the blood cells all the way collected enough organic nutrients.

It requires the distribution of these nutrients to the residents in the city who are responsible for other work, especially those in charge of the leaders.

The transporter took the lead in the head area.

This is the central core area of ​​the city. The heads of the Black Death are working hard, carefully controlling the direction and route of the city to ensure the safety of residents. Because this town is too small, it is almost one of the lowest-level cities in the Black Death world. It is easily affected by other large cities passing by, so you must deal with it carefully.

"The weather is good today, is there anything?"

The porter greeted the leaders and distributed the organic matter he had worked hard to transport to everyone.

If it is a big city, it wouldn't be so relaxed, but for small cities like the Black Death, everyone is already familiar with each other.

"What can happen, of course it's the same."

A head absorbed organic matter and responded naturally.

The porter can see the ocean of the world reflected on the light curtain of the city's soul core from behind the head screen, sparkling and refreshing.

Just when the porter was about to leave.

Sudden!

A harsh alarm sound spread throughout the central control room.

A huge change in expression of the leaders. They communicated anxiously, as if something unexpected happened, but they were powerless to stop it. Then there was a desperate roar about the "invader". The next moment, the city shattered, and countless black dead people blew out of the cracks as the city shattered, and after the city was broken, the high-pressure liquid spurted out from the cracks splashed outside.

In a drop of liquid, the porter seemed to see a huge plane.

It was a plane that was far larger than the entire city, and it seemed to be the soles of another giant city that easily destroyed its own town.

"This plump and juicy worm is almost completely extinct in the academic community today."

It heard strange sounds, but could not understand the meaning of it.

The vitality is constantly passing, and its body has fallen into the outside world with the juice and slowly dies as the juice drys out.

“Is it an intruder…”

The porter's last consciousness recalls everything about the intruder.
Chapter completed!