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"Fear is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday." —Renata Adler, author, journalist, and film critic.
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? A place of nothingness, a space reserved for collectors of elders of the universe, a paradise for crime, a paradise for mercenaries and bounty hunters.
The huge broken head quietly resides in the dark universe. Everyone who comes here will be shocked by the ancient life of the gods.
A decapitated head has formed an alternative "planet" of countless weak beings. How strong would this **** be in its heyday?
No one knows. Few people have seen the Celestial Group make a full shot, because all the people who have seen it have died.
"Cosmic Celestial Group..."
Downey's figure appeared above the void, looking at the head under his feet, silent.
He knew better than anyone that the ancient gods were powerful, or organized their actions, and against the previous one, it was basically tantamount to offending a group.
"Even if it is a god, it will still die."
Downey grinned, seeming to be mocking and self-deprecating, stepped forward, and stepped inside the head.
It is as lively as ever, with all kinds of cheers, gambling, verbal abuse, and hatred constantly staged. From time to time, you can see the mercenaries scolding and eager to fight directly.
Various intelligent creatures with peculiar appearances are fighting together, and more people come to join in the fun and open gambling on the spot.
Downey's figure passed directly, looked at it with interest for a while, and then left. A group of guys on top of alcohol are just screaming.
"You came back so soon..." An old man in a white robe walked over, with gray hair and staggering steps, as if it could blow down in a gust of wind.
"Because I found a place where I should stay." Downey tilted his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
This powerful old mage was filled with terrifying magic power, causing everyone who stood in front of him to step aside unconsciously, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
"It's him, the survivor of the Sanctuary of Agalas! The only archmage who survived in the hands of the Sannomiya!"
"His——Isn't this one living in seclusion all the time, why did he suddenly come out, and who is this guy in black clothes, is it...?"
"I know him, he used to kill the big liar Domam! He is Downey!"
The faces of the beings from all over the universe changed, whether they wanted it or not, they made room for the old mage and Downey.
Powerful people of this level can destroy them with a single slap.
Downey snapped his fingers, and an eyeful waiter hurried over and swallowed and spit: "What can I do for you, sir?"
"Get something to drink," Downey ordered, then tilted his head and walked directly into a bar next to him.
The old mage gave a wry smile and followed in.
"Is the raven okay?" the old mage asked.
"It's so good, my planet will be taken down soon."
Speaking of the Ravens, Downey had a headache. The little girl was too strong, and she was more jumpy, full of curiosity about everything, and caused a lot of trouble.
"That's good." The old mage whispered.
"Come back with me, you with level 7 strength should not rot here in the future. I can build a brand new Sanctuary of Agalath for you and start over." Downey said seriously, "And the raven misses you very much. ."
"The new Sanctuary of Agalas? No, there is no Sanctuary of Agalas anymore. Only me, an old fellow, is lingering."
"If you don't die, the Agalas Sanctuary will not be destroyed. If you are decadent, the Agalas Sanctuary will really be over." Downey shook his head.
He really wanted to take this old mage to Cybertron, a powerful mage of a single universe level, with a complete magic inheritance and massive knowledge. As long as this old mage is there, the Sanctuary of Agalas can be rebuilt at any time.
Downey has always had a headache about how to build a new magic system. With the help of the old mage, it will undoubtedly save a lot of trouble.
The old mage was silent for a long time before he gave a wry smile: "You made up your mind a long time ago, haven't you? My old bone can't get out of your palm no matter how you look at it."
"Don't say that, I was kind enough to provide a warm home to a poor homeless person." Downey shrugged and took the drink from the sweaty waiter and drank it in one fell swoop.
After the old mage made up his mind, Downey did not hesitate, and directly opened a portal and sent the old mage to Cybertron, where a new magical holy land would be rebuilt.
After pondering for a while, in countless awe-inspiring gazes, Downey got up and left, and walked towards a building.
There is still a big hole in the wall that has not been repaired. It was the big hole that was made when Downey was still flying the collector.
"Difan."
Downey flew up, walked in through the big hole, and then paused, with another punch, expanding the big hole, and rubble splashed.
Collector Di Fan shrank his neck and turned his head calmly: "My things are very precious to you...oh, it's you! What a rare visitor, I didn't expect the great you to come to my small place."
With an extremely exaggerated gesture, Di Fan bowed, his forehead almost touched the ground, and then, with a white-gloved hand, he slapped the non-existent dust on his body, his face twitched, and he squeezed out one. Smile.
"You are not a small place here." Downey swept around, nodding his head as he seemed familiar with many things.
nice one.
"For you—great, glorious, noble, holy you, my place is just a remote place to the extreme."
Di Fan kicked the unsightly low chair, quickly pulled over the chair he usually sits on, and slapped it with his palm a few times, making a please gesture to Downey.
The action was deliberately rigid as if to show that he had never done such a thing, to express his dignity and respect for Downey.
Although it was useless, Downey never paid attention to such meaningless external things.
"Di Fan, I'll just say it straight, you place, I want it." Downey didn't sit down, just stood quietly.
Difan's face twitched, he quickly raised his head and glanced at Downey, then immediately lowered, hesitated, a little depressed, and even more dissatisfied, his mouth was bitter: "Including my precious collection?"
"...Most of your collections are **** in the eyes." Downey said lightly, "I know what you want, and I can guess what your elders want. I only Care, how many people know about me besides you?"
"Only I can be sure, Gao Tianzun and they all think I want to invest in you, and they don't know how special you are."
Di Fan's eyes brightened, and he said decisively.
What he wants, to put it bluntly is to find a way to get rid of the identity of multiple creatures and achieve true eternity.
In this way, he can realize his hobbies with more confidence.
Anyway, he just paid some worthless respect and some treasures.
Downey nodded.
Difan has lived for too long, and the lifespan of the OA Star Xiaolan people can fight, but they don't have that big ambition. Downey knew that Difan knew his own essence.
"Well, Difan, I want you to migrate to my own galaxy. I will remove this head under my feet~www.mtlnovel.com~ and replace it with 'World of War' as the new mercenary center in the universe."
"World of War? That's Mongo's planet." Di Fan said.
"I killed him."
"Oh, great Downey, your prestige simply covers the entire universe." Di Fan once again displayed his exaggerated and rigid manners.
"Then I'll start." Downey stepped on the ground, and the vast land of nothing trembling suddenly, a huge golden halo appeared, like a terrifying cosmic monster, opened his big mouth, and took a mouthful of the land of nothing. Swallowed it in.
The entire emptiness was in chaos and panic. Countless bustling mercenaries and bounty hunters were swearing, grabbing their weapons, and walking out of the room, trying to see if there was an invasion by foreign enemies.
But in an instant, the light shone, they came to a brand new star system, and the yellow sun was burning.