I made the myth template

Basaro Neptune replied with a wry smile, the almost transparent tentacles floating gently in the current, "There are too many possibilities in the future, even the gods can't make absolutely accurate predictions, what we just saw, It is just the most likely thing to happen among all prophecies."

"Is that so?"

Jamia frowned, flicked her tail, and asked again.

"But why didn't I appear in your prophecy?"

Ask like this.

It's not because Jamia is proud, but because Jamia has grown to where she is today.I already have enough confidence in my own strength.

Even in the third life level, Jamia is one of the most tyrannical individuals in the entire Terraria world.

What's more, the most terrifying thing about template creatures is not their current power, but their future full of infinite possibilities and potential.It is not difficult to imagine that as more and more demons flood into the perception world, under the tempering of the continuous flames of war, Jamia, Willow, monitor lizard and even Adam who is still sleeping will all be killed at an astonishing speed. grow up.

These natural disaster behemoth-like creatures, for no reason, would disappear from everyone.

"This matter also makes us deeply puzzled."

Basaro explained gently that although its appearance is horrifying at the moment, its voice is like an old teacher on the podium, taking no time to rush and allowing people to listen patiently.

"Perhaps you have noticed that the world we live in is not the original world, but an illusory world created with the real world as a template.

In the real world, Terraria has already experienced a cruel catastrophe. Some of the surviving humans fled to the depths of the desolate and dead universe, while others hid in the perceptual world... The node where this happened is probably More than 300 years ago, that is when the red moon first appeared. "

"I see."

Basaro's statement was basically consistent with Su Heng's previous guess.

It's just that Su Heng doesn't know as much about some of the secrets as Basaro.

"Who created this world, and what does it have to do with Red Moon?" Su Heng asked again, eager to know more.

"Zhu Rong."

Just like what Basaro promised before, it knows everything about these secrets, and it has nothing to say.

"Zhu Rong is an ancient psyker. He is an immortal just like us. The world we perceive today is in a universe called 'subspace', which is a higher level than the physical universe In the world, only extremely powerful evolutionaries can perceive the existence of subspace and exert influence on it."

"Even we don't know much about the 'subspace'.

However, what is certain is that demons and evil gods come from this dimension, and some evolutionaries with high life levels can also enter the subspace in the form of projection.The red moon, the restricted area, the fog...these things are all the effects of the subspace on the perceived world. "

"Because the 'subspace' is the territory of evil gods and demons, these effects are mostly negative for survivors in the perception world."

"What about Zhu Rong, is he still alive?"

"died."

Basaro said regrettably:

"Creating a world in the subspace, even for an evolutionary like her, is an extremely heavy burden. Not long after the perception world was born, Zhu Rong died of exhaustion of spiritual energy."

"However, for an evolutionary of that level, it is actually very difficult to die completely if there is a backup."

Basaro added with a smile: "At the very least, the relationship between that black phoenix in Wangjing City and Zhu Rong is probably unusual."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Seeing Jamia's long silence on the throne, Basaro showed an ugly smile on his face, "Whatever you want to know, we can tell you together."

"The fourth level of life evolution, what is that?"

Su Heng thought for a while and asked again.

"Forbidden zone level."

Basaro explained without hesitation, "Forbidden zone-level creatures have the same meaning as the literal meaning."

"It has evolved to that level, and it can no longer be simply regarded as a creature, but should be regarded as a forbidden area. As for the growth of the fourth stage, it can also be developed along this line of thinking."

"That's all we know, and more, we don't know much."

"After all, even in the most glorious golden age of mankind, life forms at the restricted area level are extremely rare. However, I can feel that the distance between you and that step is not too far away."

When he said this, Basaro's tone was also a little relieved.

It seems that after staying in this dim temple for too long, it is rare to meet someone to confide in.

Basaro talked a lot, and he hasn't stopped until now.

It thought of those things that happened in the past, and said with emotion at this moment:

"In human society, there is an old saying that has been widely circulated - people who are not of our race must have different hearts.

This sentence is indeed not a big problem in the era before the golden age. "

"However, if the context is placed against the background of the entire starry universe, this sentence is a big mistake."

"In this land, there are things we cherish the most and want to protect. We have lost this kind of thing more than 300 years ago, and now we don't want to lose it again. This is true for us, for life This is true of all intelligent beings in this part of the world."

"We, you, and humans, we are all children nurtured by Terraria. We have a common enemy, and none of us want our homes that have survived for generations to be turned into ruins and become livestock farms for evil gods."

"For survival, for homeland."

"For these common goals, all of us must take up arms and fight to the end. Either we survive in a dignified manner, or we die here in a defiant manner. Afterwards, there will be an abyss, and we have no way to retreat...

This is the purpose of our invitation to discuss in detail. "

Basaro's sonorous and affectionate words came from the temple.

Unknowingly.

Jamia has already left the golden throne, she came outside the temple, many powerful sea monsters gathered in the city, dressed in strong and stubborn, silent as a mountain, looking at her with resolute eyes.

This is the real elite.

And starting today, these sea people will fight for Jamia.

"Your condition, I agree."

Jamia took a deep breath.

Between the two pupils, there is a golden flame burning blazingly.

"I agree to cooperate with you. Those pirates who came from Veloster will be the targets of our first cooperation. The greed and stupidity of the pirates are already intolerable. Although the Seven Seas are vast, from today From the beginning, there will be no place for them in the whole sea."

===Chapter 211 Mothership Hall of Valor (for subscription)===

In the central sea area.

"kill!"

The sky was as black as ink, and in the vast sea area, violent storms roared.

From time to time, large waves with a height of more than ten meters appeared out of thin air on the rough sea.

In the fleet, the smaller pirate ships could not withstand the pressure, and under the impact of the waves, they capsized, collapsed, and turned into pieces.

In an instant, hundreds of pirates fell into the deep sea.

These sturdy pirates are excellent in water, and some of them can even hold their breath under the water for hours like dolphins.

Superman's physical fitness, coupled with the water quality cultivated by long-term ocean-going plunder.

Even if it is a disaster of this degree, it is difficult to take the lives of these pirates in an instant.

can be seen.

On the sea, those pirates even fell into the sea.

At this moment, they are also struggling desperately, or they are affected by the wind and waves, or they are swimming with the ocean currents, and they all swim towards the nearest boat.

Under the constraints of the emperor of the sea and the temptation of treasure.

The pirates, who were originally a mess, let go of their grievances at this moment.

The ships that survived the waves actively rescued the pirates scattered in the sea nearby.

however.

After the big wave, things are not over yet.

Dense sea monsters emerged from the deep sea, armed with all kinds of crude weapons.

There are so many of them that the originally deep blue sea has now become pitch black.

In the violent storm, countless krakens crowded each other, their slimy scales rubbed against each other, and the creaking sound was creepy.

Even the most experienced pirates have never seen anything like this.

I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling.

As soon as the sea monster appeared, it began to attack the surrounding pirates indiscriminately.

The most unlucky ones were the pirates whose ships were crushed by the big waves just now and fell into the deep sea. However, in less than a second, they were torn to pieces by the endless sea monsters. The bright red viscera and blood were swallowed by the hungry sea monsters before they had time to spread out in the sea water.

"Quickly open the dispersal position!"

The pirates yelled.

The sound was lost in the roar of the wind and rain and the thumping of the waves against the boats.

Even if they did not receive the captain's order, the experienced pirates knew what they needed to do most when faced with such a situation.

They poured buckets of red powdered medicine into the seawater along the edge of the deck.

Some of the pirates took out flutes made of metal, and extremely penetrating sounds flowed out from the holes on both sides of the flute.

The sound is not pleasant, very harsh.

Whether it's the powder full of pungent taste, or the low flute sound.

For the Krakens, it was unbearable.

In normal times, these small methods are enough to drive out the sea monsters within a few miles, and the effect is excellent.

Among the fleet.

Some of the larger ships will also start a defensive stance.

The defensive stance, like a light red bubble, appeared in the dark as dark wind and rain, covering a large area of ​​the sea.

But at the moment.

Those sea monsters seemed to be completely insane.

He began to attack the ship desperately.Even the scales on his body were corroded by the dispersing stance, blood flowed continuously, and fell off from the skin.

These vicious guys who are no more than half a person tall also want to hold the steel fork in their hands fiercely, and poke a hole out of the bottom of the pirate ship.

for a while.

A black wave swept across the fleet, and a large number of ships on the periphery broke away and collapsed.

into pieces.

In the middle of the fleet.

On a huge pirate ship that looked like a white whale, two figures stood on a high watchtower, looking at the scenery in front of them.

One of them had an ordinary appearance, with small and dark eyes.It often squints, giving people a lecherous and wretched feeling.

The other person is much more handsome.

A head of long black hair draped over his shoulders, three-dimensional facial features, a long and straight nose, and the corners of his mouth are always faintly raised, as if everything is under control.

these two.

The former is the Scourge Enhyril, while the latter is the Lord of Storms, Tartas.

"It seems that the process of our conquest has not been smooth." Tartas's voice was full of evil spirits.

A whole fleet was defeated by the Kraken, but he didn't care about it.

"The more the prey struggles, the more frightened they are."

Encyril paused slightly, with a relaxed expression on his face, and said with a sneer, "Even if it's united with the siren, it's just a mob."

Say it.

Emcyril took a step forward.

Walking out of the watchtower, like a god, suspended in the air.

A circle of distorted and invisible positions, with him as the center, spread outward, getting bigger and bigger, and even enveloped the entire sea area.

within the position.