The black fog rolled between heaven and earth, as if the fruit contained the real world.

Blood Eyes came to a vast platform. Here he could see the entire Void City from a bird's eye view, like a god. The guardian followed him, connecting countless pipelines to the void. His ugly face always had a smile, indescribable weirdness and horror.

However, after his previous encounter, Xue Tong knew that this strange smile was just his appearance. This guy is still easy to talk to.

Xue Tong stopped. "Okay, they can't feel me anymore. You can say something."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong. I just haven't seen my old friend for a long time. I want to see you again." The Guardian's words were extremely shocking, which made Xue Tong feel a little nervous.

"Old friend? Haven't seen each other for a long time?"

He turned his head and stared at the Guardian with a terrifying gleam in his eyes. "I don't understand your words."

"I thought you should understand." The Guardian smiled again, indescribable ugly. He looked at the bloody eyes with a strange look, and then said word by word. "No, you will understand. The ancient cruel demons, butchers covered with flesh and blood, and the tyrants hated by countless races, penetrated the gap between time and space, and reborn from death with a fate of revenge, and came to the conqueror of the world again."

"Crodill's...bloody eyes."

What!?

Suddenly, his name was broken, and his heart suddenly blew into a ball, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Why? Why did he discover his identity? Why did he know his name? What exactly is this octopus? What does it mean to guardian?

A thick mystery surged into the heart of Bloody Pupils. Before he knew it, he was breathing rapidly and his fists were clenched.

He had been seen through his identity by the Speaker before, but after all, the Speaker has mastered the database of cosmic mercenaries and has long paid attention to his whereabouts. But what happened to this guardian? This is the second world, and his name should have never been circulated. Why did he know himself? He is still so familiar with his past?

Judging from the tone of his voice speaking Crodill, he was obviously not unfamiliar with the name, and was not hostile.

Pressing the distracting thoughts in my heart, the blood pupil suddenly calmed down again.

He turned his back to the Guardian and said, "What would you think if I say you recognized the wrong person?"

"That's impossible." The Guardian smiled uglyly and walked to the side of the Blood Eyes. "Because I won't admit my mistake. In fact, in the second world, many people will not admit their mistakes. No matter how you hide it."

"Why?"

"Because this is the second world... His Highness Blood Eyes." The Guardian said meaningfully. "Most of the civilizations living here are winners of the ancient chaos war. Their inheritance is much more complete than the lower world. Do you think they don't know Crodill's secret?"

"The archives about Crodill below the Third World have disappeared. Don't you think this is abnormal? Even historical faults should not be like this. So what is the truth?"

The Guardian turned around, his eyes unspeakable. "The truth is. They don't want to let Crodill's name appear in the world!"

"However, this is only for the low-level world. For the second world itself, everything Crodil is the object of their research. They are familiar with Crodil, understand Crodil, and even know how to deal with Crodil. Because they are all winners of the war, they experienced Crodil's power and horror in that distant era of chaos, using their bodies, souls, and racial sacrifices. They respect this power and want to master this power."

"Even if they won the war, they are the absolute losers at the level of will!"

“In an environment like this, do you think they might not recognize you?

The guardian looked at the Blood Pupil again, his eyes bright. "You are a bright light... Your Highness Blood Pupil, you will find how many enemies you have and how many potential allies you have."

"War is the catalyst of civilization, the catalyst of the world, and the catalyst of the universe. Even if the great Crodill passed away, the impact it left behind was still far beyond your imagination."

"It's like, the Vine Snake Clan, and... me."

So that's it!!

Xue Tong's heart suddenly became bright, and a fanatical fighting spirit surged in his heart.

It turns out that all this is because of their ancient heritage. It is an enemy who was once defeated by this heritage and was frightened by it. Although they have won the war, they are still losers in their hearts and have the "little" of losers. What else is there to be scary for such an enemy?

Xuetong is not afraid of challenges because this is his only way to grow and become stronger.

So what if there are many enemies? So what if it is strong? Since Crodill in the past once defeated them, then he who has obtained Crodill's inheritance and possesses the power of the abyss is even less likely to be afraid!

Thinking of this, a terrifying gleam flashed across the eyes of Blood Pupil. He suddenly asked.

"You mentioned the Vine Snake Clan and yourself. Is there any difference? Also, why do you think the Teng Snake Clan is my ally? If I don't feel wrong, they should be my food."

"It used to be like this." The Guardian replied in a deep voice. "That was the suffering of the Tengser tribe and Crodil's mistake. The Vineser tribe can secrete a variety of hormones, which are highly toxic to other organisms in the universe, but have a great promotion effect on Crodil's strengthening cells. Without my protection, they should have been eaten by Crodil in the distant and chaotic era."

"But don't you think this is wrong? If only hormones are needed, I'll let the Vine Snake tribe provide them, why do you have to eat them? Is a race that you restrained is not the most suitable vassal? You don't have to worry about their betrayal, because they will never be able to resist their natural enemies. Crodill's original policy was too rough."

The Guardian said slowly, pointing to himself again. "As for me... I am a wise person. When I realized that Crodill's rise was unstoppable, I felt that the only way was to not be its enemy."

"This universe can't accommodate many ambitious people. Those old civilizations who long for more authority did not expect that after ten thousand years, Crodill's Avengers had come back to the world. Their pride and their civilization were destined to pay the price for the past."

"If you don't want to be crushed by this torrent of fate, then you must become part of this torrent."

In the thick black mist, the guardian bent down little by little and lowered his ugly head in front of the blood pupils.

"This is the cognition of the Guardian who witnessed the great chaos and war with his own eyes."

"Your Highness Xuepin, please allow me to be your ally."
Chapter completed!