Du Ziming could realize that he was very polluted. Most of the time, everyone is unknowingly contaminated and then completely trapped and unable to extricate themselves.
He chose to transfer all this pollution to Gabriel, and then released it through the power of dreams, using the enemy's pollution as a weapon.
It's just that the pollution is too heavy. Gabriel and the fragments of Lin Shiyun in her spiritual world will probably be completely destroyed later.
Oh, what a pity, this toy is still very fun, I will look back and see if it can be fixed. There's no point in having a living rag doll if you can't fix it...
Du Ziming shook his head and launched an attack. The nightmare expands across the stars. Countless horrible things hit the Black Death.
Completely ignored by the Black Death. If you use the pollution brought by the Black Death to deal with it, it will definitely be ineffective.
It might even be exploited by the Black Death. But for Du Ziming, it is better than having all these messy pollution accumulated in his body.
When you look straight into the abyss, the abyss looks straight into you.
The hand that was chopped off by the Black Death was completely destroyed by Wu Hui's burning. The Black Death had to fight with one hand for a long time because its regeneration speed slowed down. Gave them a few chances to breathe.
If they hadn't had this respite, they would have been struck by the Black Death long ago. The previous wave of fierce attacks to save Lao Liu cost everyone a lot of money.
In fact, besides their side, there was another battlefield that also caused a lot of losses to the Black Death.
This is the Galactic Alliance.
Countless civilizations once united to fight against the Collector. After the war, the remaining civilizations gathered together and left the Collector's body. Coming to this starry sky, after two thousand years of development, it has become very powerful again.
Even if faced with the attack of the Black Death, this federation with a large number of civilizations and different technologies would not be completely helpless. Of course, if the Black Death attacked their area with all its strength, no one would be able to withstand it.
There are many masters with level 14 strength here, as well as a large number of advanced technological weapons and collective combat capabilities. Even in the face of two demon servants, Swallowing Star and Mi Meng, and hundreds of black hands, they were still evenly matched.
Galactus feeds on stars, extracting the power of each star, and can also eat black holes, supernovas, and the like.
The dream passes by, and everything enters the dream. Living in a beautiful dream, rotting in a cruel reality. It's somewhat artistic. It is never quite the same as other servants of the Black Death Demon God who simply cause destruction.
Support from the player world has also arrived.
Former members of the resistance such as craftsmen, wanderers, scholars, fishermen, herdsmen, and coolies have arrived one after another. Over the past few decades, everyone has become a super player.
There are also snake sword, principal, tiramisu, fried dough sticks, braised pork and so on.
The arrival of these people is not a powerful teammate for the Galaxy Federation that can overturn the outcome. After all, the Galaxy Federation is too strong, and the Black Death has put too much power here.
Snake Sword mingled in this team and tried to make himself inconspicuous. As a successful opportunist, even though his former colleagues were marginalized or dead, he still maintained a good position in the world government and is now a level 12 player. He was boosted by the Collector's power, reaching level thirteen.
He is holding a sword.
World snakes surrounded him, and with a flick of the sword flower, dozens of snake swords flew outward. The all-devouring snake flew towards Galactus and was undoubtedly destroyed by Galactus. However, Snake Sword didn't expect it to win. It was just an attack to test the opponent's strength and delay time.
The principal stood in the control area of Mi Meng. Rejected by the earth, he can still unleash his fighting power as much as he can after staying away from the earth. As a person with psychic ability, he is very good at fighting against the dream.
Various machines are being manufactured around the craftsmen, the fisherman drives his small fishing boat, and the ocean appears in the starry sky. All kinds of strange fish jumped out of it.
The black hand in the starry sky was unable to break through the blockade between the two of them for the first time. Then Coolie punched out, and his fist exploded into blood, but the black hand only stopped for a moment.
Under the siege of countless machines, the black hand reached into the sea water.
agitation.
A vortex appeared, and the entire starry sky was suddenly in chaos. The herdsmen's animal legions appeared, and the former resistance fighters fought bravely forward.
However, they were unable to truly defeat the black hand.
A burst of laughter came from the direction of Black Hand, as if laughing at their feeble attack. However, a brick flew unreasonably and hit the black hand hard, shattering everywhere.
The wanderer panted, folding the stool with his left hand and bricks with his right hand, gritting his teeth and cracking the black hand indiscriminately. Then the index finger of the black hand flicked. The wanderer turned directly into a ball of blood mist and melted into the sea water.
This battle is to save the entire starry sky, and everyone is ready to sacrifice.
The scholar opened the book, and the characters floated out in the air.
This is somewhat similar to the presiding judge's ability, but the level gap is too big. It is basically ineffective against this black hand.
Just when everyone was helpless, a portal suddenly opened behind them.
Strangers arrived one by one, holding high the rebel flag.
They are a branch of the resistance from a different world. It is a world that countless resistance fighters have visited. Every rebel soldier is a kindling, setting off the flames of resistance wherever he goes.
Now, the once small flame gathers together to fight together when everyone needs it.
Although it was the playwright who opened the door, it was every rebel who brought these people together. The craftsman smiled. He really hoped that Mr. Junqi and every comrade who had ever died could come and see this scene.
Our efforts are impacting the universe.
The Black Hand dissipated under the siege of this new force.
Not only this one black hand, countless resistance armies in the starry sky gathered together and became a powerful force. Even the Galaxy Federation must admit at this time that such support is of great help to them.
The Heroes' Council, the Alliance of Practitioners, the Scientific Development Society, and the Magic Secret Society all gathered here. Squeeze out the full potential of the technologies of different civilizations and confront the endless dark power.
Moreover, the Black Death is not actually infinite. With the efforts of so many people, it's really running out of steam.
The demon was destroyed. Galactus was killed. The dream is broken.
The demon servants who were resurrected or strengthened by the Black Death were unable to fight against the united civilization. And civilization can be united, thanks to the oppression of the Black Death for so many years and its attitude of not accepting surrender and focusing on destruction.
The unity of the resisters is always forced out by the oppressors. When not uniting means death, most people will still be willing to unite.
"First update today, ah, a bit late, but okay."
