Chapter 369: The Remnants of the Ten Thousand Clans

[This is the third outpost. The sixth line of defense is about to be defeated. We are finished. The jockeys will become history because of their stupidity. Later generations, whether you are the descendants of jockeys or not, when you can see this message, remember, don't try to master the unknown power! ——Ona of the jockeys, recorded on the eve of the demise of the jockeys' home planet. 】

The white giant who had appeared on L233, almost indistinguishable from the others except for the size, sat at a metal table and carved their words on the metal plate with a carving knife.

The origin of the giants has a long history, which can be traced back to the human rise plan during the prehistoric period.

By integrating the life factors of the Titans into humans, the origin of human life was transformed, and the dilemma of human weakness was changed. The earth spirits were also in the same period as the giants, but later the earth spirits were exterminated, and the scattered goblins, dwarves, and high-level goblins had no idea that the earth spirits were actually the white gloves of humans.

Arrogance is not the original sin, but weakness is.

This plan was successful, but it was not successful.

The giants did gain considerable power, and some strong men who lived to the human era (probably) appeared, including the famous Kua Paopao.

But the giants who gained great power betrayed humans. Because of the convert effect, the giants were the most serious persecutors of humans among all the races.

When humans counterattacked the prehistoric continent, the prehistoric era ended, and the human era began, it was self-evident what the fate of such giants would be.

Traitors are more hateful than enemies. The humans of the prehistoric continent wanted to tear out the skin of innocent races, even the bull-headed and horse-faced tribes who helped humans in the prehistoric era, Fuxi's pet cat girl, Emperor Jun's wife Xihe, and even the wife and descendants of Tongtian, one of the three pure ones, the Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, who was a master cultivator, did not have a good end. Even Tongtian himself had his memory sealed by Fuxi because of this. As a traitor, how could the giants have a good end?

Escape!

Escape to the outer plane!

The multiverse is huge, incredibly large, and incalculable!

Just the prehistoric continent, the prehistoric heaven has been developed for many years, and it only occupies seven tenths of the prehistoric continent. That is the prehistoric heaven with a large number of immortals, saints, and countless cultivators.

Such a prehistoric heaven cannot explore the entire prehistoric continent, let alone explore the entire multiverse!

In the vast world, there are always places that the prehistoric heaven cannot find!

Although the prehistoric tribes were suppressed in the four great dead ends, there are always some fish that slip through the net.

The pale giant, no, to be precise, the jockey tribe is one of them.

Back then, the pale giant tribe that fled to this world for some reasons used the life factors of the pale giants and the life factors of another kind of life to create the jockey tribe.

And the place where they were created is the current chaos realm.

It is said that on Terra, those guys called this place the subspace.

When the jockey tribe was created, the pale giant brought the jockeys to the current jockey mother planet, leaving the holy book, allowing the jockeys to reproduce on their own, while also obeying the oracle and working for the pale giants.

In simple terms, the pale giants created a group of subordinate races and let these subordinate races serve them.

The most important job of the jockeys is to cultivate the source of immortality.

The source of immortality needs to be cultivated with the thoughts of all living beings. According to the requirements of the pale giants, they need to cultivate the source of immortality for offering.

The method is also very simple. First, sow the seeds of life on a certain planet. When the planet is almost developed, preach to the life forms on this planet, let them believe in death and worship death. Finally, this worship of death will evolve into the will of all living beings. If conditions permit, the will of all living beings can give birth to something that the pale giants call a "will aggregate".

Therefore, it is necessary to check the status of each culture dish every once in a while, one is to prevent the birth of the "will aggregate", and the other is to ensure that the ranch civilization will not produce too high a cultural level.

The more the civilization develops, the more difficult it is to control.

The jockeys were still working diligently at the beginning. The pale giants passed on to the jockeys the energy transmitted through the chaotic field, as well as various biotechnologies, but as generations of jockeys died, they gradually developed and excavated some truths.

For example, the source of immortality can give mortals extremely terrifying power, or the pale giants are no longer there.

The source of immortality is not so easy to cultivate. A planet or a civilization may not be able to cultivate an immortal source even after thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

The source of immortality is powerful, terrifying, and even powerful enough to resist the pale giants!

The riders call the power produced from their brains psychic energy, but the strongest psychic energy of ordinary riders can only carry hundreds of units of weight, which is not as good as the riders' own physical resistance. The psychic energy of the pale giants, which the pale giants call spiritual fighting spirit, is so powerful that it can easily wipe out the consciousness of hundreds of riders.

A pale giant can easily kill the riders on an entire planet!

But as the pale giants gradually lost, and even died, the riders had ideas about the source of immortality.

So, they began to cultivate a new life based on the biotechnology left by the pale giants.

"Boom!"

The loud explosion interrupted Ona's memories.

"Have they already attacked us?" Ona's mouth was bitter. He did not try to escape or resist. The monsters had even evolved the ability to cross space with their bodies. He could not escape.

The home planet of the jockeys was only slightly larger than the Earth. Because of the strength and longevity of the individuals, the population of the jockeys was pitifully small, only less than one million people.

Those monsters not only evolved the ability to cross the starry sky with their bodies, but also evolved a long-range energy attack method that could launch a high-polymer plasma energy ball on the surface of the earth, which could destroy a battleship with one strike!

"My lord, retreat." A three-meter-tall humanoid creature walked in, bowed his head, and said respectfully to Ona: "All our tribesmen have died in the battle, and the defense wall of the third outpost can no longer withstand it."

"Retreat? Where can we retreat to?" Ona smiled bitterly and said: "The entire galaxy has been occupied by this group of monsters created by us. As time goes by, they will spread throughout the universe, regardless of whether they can master the ability to travel through space through the chaotic realm."

"This is the dusk created by our own hands, and none of us can escape."