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Chapter 831: Beginning (1)

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    May 1347 Imperial Calendar.

    Knossus civil war broke out, withdrew all foreign fleets and corps, and encircled and suppressed the internal consummation meeting.

    ? In October of the same year, the East Pole Alliance and the Pengsha Empire launched an internal investigation to conduct a comprehensive screening of the terrorist organization Recovery Association.

    So far, the civil war of the human empire has been temporarily suspended.

    In February of the following year, the Star Abyss beast horde invaded the Jiudu River System on a large scale. In several large-scale battles, a large number of fleet colonies were slaughtered, causing billions of galaxies to be barren and abandoned.

    Jiudu represented forces to form a new group¡ª¡ªAlfa United, and formally asked for help from the three empires.

    The three countries sent reinforcements one after another.

    So far, the human civil war has turned into a war against the Star Abyss.

    Ten years later

    Xingyuan Nanwujia Galaxy.

    Bloody starry sky.

    A burly man wearing a dark red flame-shaped helmet was rapidly flashing in a certain direction.

    Every time he flickers, it will span several light-years.

    Like a phantom walking in space, the pause between each flash will only last a tenth of a second.

    Such a state also caused ordinary creatures to only see his phantom the moment they saw him.

    As the man continued to flicker, the surrounding galaxies or nebulae were constantly being left behind by him.

    Gradually, a rainbow-colored brilliant fog gradually appeared in front of him.

    The fog was so thick that it looked like a group of planets that were gradually gathering together from a distance.

    But as the burly man continued to approach, the fog grew bigger and bigger.

    getting bigger.

    The pale gravel floating inside began to appear.

    These gravels are filled in the rainbow mist, and there are at least tens of thousands of them in the blink of an eye.

    The man accelerated and jumped.

    Soon, he aimed at one of the gravel and flew straight.

    Gradually, the gravel grows bigger and bigger until it grows into a huge white hole.

    Poof.

    The man drilled in through this huge white hole.

    A vision suddenly opened up.

    Inside Baikong is a huge white palace.

    Thick white columns, simple and complex pale walls carved with countless strange patterns.

    There are also two rows of long rectangular stone tables in the center.

    On the side of the stone table against the wall, there were strange beings of different shapes sitting one after another.

    Some of them have snake heads and human bodies, while others are completely humanoid, like a fusion of a goat and a lion.

    Others have no entity at all, just a cloud of purple smoke.

    There are even a few blood-red halos floating above their heads, which can be easily seen at a glance.

    "Welcome to the table, ghost man." Sitting on the seat on the right side of the high place, Mi Fei picked up the drink and toasted the visitor with a smile on his face.

    "Thank you." Wei He dragged his long black cloak, walked to his place, sat down, and rested.

    This is Yanwang Palace, the interior of Star Abyss, where all the black flames usually meet and gather.

    Black Flame is considered a noble existence among fearful people.  Because growth is not easy, casual casualties are naturally not allowed.

    And Yanwang Palace is the place where disputes are negotiated.

    The high-ranking masters of Xingyuan don't care about things, and it is the three monarchs who really manage all the horrors.

    However, the three monarchs seldom show up, mainly relying on fear of people's internal negotiations.

    And Yanwang Palace is the main place for negotiation.

    After Wei He sat down, he glanced at Mi Fei, and saw a figure of black mist sitting upright on the opposite seat near the rear. It was Beilun Dias, whom he had beaten back and injured.

    Beilun Dias avoided Wei He's sight, pretended not to see him, and continued talking to Lord Black Flame beside him.

    Withdrawing his gaze, Wei He looked at the desktop in front of him.

    On the table was a plate of candied fruit and a silver metal goblet.

    There is a blood-like liquid in the cup that is slowly stirring.

    Wei He noticed that there was a small silver ball floating up and down in the liquid in the cup.

    "This meeting has a very high standard." Mi Fei came over via voice transmission.

    "It's different from the previous ones. Could it be that Hei Yan didn't hold the meeting by himself? It was" Wei He frowned, guessing.

    "Indeed, this meeting, His Majesty Baron, one of the three monarchs, will appear in person." Mi Fei smiled.

    He was very optimistic about Wei He, and he was very optimistic about Wei He."Congratulations, His Majesty Barron!"

    "I haven't seen you for a thousand years, but His Majesty Baron is still the same!"

    Some lords laughed wildly and shouted.

    Some got up and bowed deeply, while others left the table and tried to help Barron.  Some even became agitated, tearing up the flesh and blood of their own arms, and scattered them everywhere.

    Anyway, they have strong regeneration ability, and they can grow back in an instant as soon as they are torn off.

    Wei He watched coldly.

    These lords have no order like human nobles at all. They are chaotic, vulgar, and rely on instinct to vent their emotions.

    But the more this happened, Barron showed a brighter smile on his face.

    "First of all, I would like to thank Biluba for offering his precious flesh and blood for this banquet.

    The blood wine that the lords drink is brewed by Biluba with his own brain for a hundred years.  "

    Immediately all the lords applauded and cheered.

    Others turned their bodies into weird musical instruments, playing and beating indiscriminately.

    "Secondly." Barron walked to the highest seat, turned around and sat down.

    "Thank you all for coming to Yanwang Palace to attend the meeting in spite of your busy schedule. There is free will everywhere in Xingyuan. Apart from the master, the only thing we are willing to obey is our own will.

    And it is my honor, Barron, that you can come here for this face.  "

    He bowed his head deeply, pressed his hands on his chest and bowed.

    Immediately, this move triggered a burst of roaring and screaming again.

    "Finally. I want to announce here." Barron raised his head and smiled.

    "The Restarter game is about to enter the final process. I named it: Wandering in Desperation."

    "The twelve final restarters will all enter the final desperate situation, fighting, colliding, and survival of the fittest. The final winner will receive three pieces of hard work from the masters."

    All the voices around, all the wills, suddenly fell silent.

    It was quiet for a moment, and then there was a sudden crash. The manic and chaotic will was like a storm, stirring up the flesh and blood of the lords present to wrinkle.

    The eighty-eight black flame lords present screamed excitedly and started discussing.

    Even the quiet type couldn't help but smash the wine glass in his hand with a slap.

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