The Black Death, the most powerful brat in the universe, felt the destructive power of the Black Death immediately when it touched the Collector's body.
This demon god never hides himself, and you can feel the darkness that spreads after he attacks with all his strength even from a few light years away.
The already highly contaminated corpse shook again.
The hand of the Black Death has been placed on the collector's chest. There are wounds and blood everywhere on the collector's body. Now, those things are turning black.
A civilization struggling to survive on corpses could not resist the Black Death.
But the next moment, a hand grabbed Black Death, and then slapped him. The playwright seems to be officially getting down to business with the Black Death.
But the Black Death just screamed and left. Looked very unhappy. The playwright's seemingly tiny body stood in the starry sky, holding a stringed instrument from an unknown world, accompaniment to the world: "Children of the Black Death, don't make trouble. I'll play with you later."
Black Death roared, seeming to express his dissatisfaction. The playwright said that it will take some time to complete his arrangements, so don't come and cause trouble now.
He doesn't like to fight with people head-on, that's what only gladiators do. The playwright likes to guide in the dark and let everything go according to his own arrangement.
Troublemakers like the Black Death, who always want to destroy their own arrangements, should be buried with the collectors.
Unfortunately, demons are difficult to kill, and the Black Death is even more difficult to kill. It seems to originate from the malice of all intelligent creatures. Unless civilization is exterminated, it will not be destroyed. At most, it will be temporarily sealed for thousands of years.
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The collectors are similar. For demon gods like them, thousands of years are just a short period of time. After all, the demon god's lifespan is billions or even tens of billions of years. To them, ten thousand years is just one millionth of time.
In terms of human lifespan, it only lasts for tens of minutes.
But for a civilization, it may be the distance from birth to end. Therefore, the whims of the demon gods would turn everything upside down for mortals.
The playwright continues to watch the Inquisitor carry out his excavation of the Collector. They extract the powerful power of this demon. Encapsulation and condensation using various techniques. Turn into crystals that can greatly improve people.
For local people, this is a disappointing thing, because they cannot bear the power of crystallization.
If you use it forcefully, you may be able to surpass level fourteen and reach a stronger level, but you will only be able to survive for a few minutes. Moreover, I don’t know what happened just now, the collector’s corpse pollution became more intense.
The Black Death came, and although it was quickly driven away, everything had changed.
"Does all this really make sense? Teacher?" A person asked Zhou Zidu in despair after testing the degree of contamination of the crystal.
"Yes." Zhou Zidu said, "I'll use it. Then I'll take all the civilizations with me and leave this damn place. As long as the space on my back is expanded, it will be enough to take everyone with me."
"But the crystal pollution is very serious..."
Zhou Zidu: "I can withstand it, don't worry"
He stepped on a small boat, carrying a starry sky on his back, and left quietly with the collector's power crystal.
Sometimes Zhou Zidu would recall things that happened many years ago
Love, really for many years. I was still very young at that time, in my teens, probably more than eighty years ago, right?
My father always taught Zhou Zidu that just take care of yourself and don't care about what other people do.
The treacherous son Zhou Zidu just couldn't learn, and he had no interest in his family's inheritance. That day, Lin Shiyun invited Zhou Zidu to go out and do something big together.
After thinking for a while, Zhou Zidu went out.
The trial court was established, and Lu Kuohai and Lin Duanshan died. The world has entered a new era.
Looking back, it was just one thing that disappeared. The entire earth just disappeared. At this moment, Zhou Zidu surpassed level fourteen and reached a level second only to the Demon God. He was carrying thousands of civilization-laden planets and endless pollution as he flew into the starry sky.
The collector behind him had a big hole dug between his eyebrows.
They took away a lot of the power that belonged to the collector, and the playwright quietly said here: "Ah, before you come back to life, I can steal a few more things, isn't that too much?"
The collector couldn't move or speak anyway. So it makes no sense for the playwright to ask.
After a burst of crackling, the whole body began to shake and break into pieces. Many planets above started a cosmic billiards game, colliding with each other, and it was unknown how long it would take for the gravitational disturbance to stabilize.
The playwright didn't say much, but maybe the damage would take another hundred thousand years for the Collector to recover. But to the devil, this is nothing.
Their power is too strong and the scale involved is too large. Therefore, nothing about ordinary mortals is of much concern to the devil. The playwright's way of thinking is close to that of ordinary people.
, but it is still impossible for him to care much about human beings.
The presiding judge, carrying a starry sky on his back and crossing a long distance in a small boat, is really handsome, and the playwright wanted to write a song for him.
Now that he has taken those crystals away, the next story will enter the final stage, right? This is also the second episode of the greatest drama in the known universe in the past 100 million years.
In the first episode, of course, countless civilizations kill collectors one after another.
The Death of a Collector, the credit for those civilizations is 50/50 equal to the Black Death. As for the playwright, he said he only did some minor work.
Next up is the second episode, the curtain call of the Black Death.
The playwright said he would enjoy the scene with great pleasure.
However, the Black Death who had just been slapped by him must be looking for a place to vent his anger at this time. Many civilizations in the starry sky are about to suffer. Well, it will probably take a while for the Earth to do so.
On Earth at this time, Wu Hui is playing chess with Ren Yin. He is about to retire and may engage in academic research or write a book or something.
In short, he will become more leisurely, which is an experience Wu Hui has never had before. He even planned to let a clone join the second phase of the exploration ship. After Du Ziming went to outer space to play with other civilizations, he basically never returned to Earth. The last time I came back was on Wu Hui's fiftieth birthday.
How should I put it, Du Ziming seems to have gone wild. I hope he won't destroy those civilizations. It's a pity that Wu Hui doesn't have the authority to stop him.
The exploration ship led by the traveler found four civilizations in the stars in twenty years. Because the distance was too far, they couldn't even conduct commercial trade. At most, they exchanged technology. after all
, Commercial trade has to consider a cost issue. With such a long distance, only information can be exchanged more easily.
