After the Main God Space Goes Bankrupt

"Where did we end up?"

Ding Zhenren, who frowned tightly, said hesitantly after a long while: "Maybe we are no longer in the familiar time and space."

"Ok?"

"Time reversal seems to have made an unknown error, and we have fallen into an unknown time and space, a universe that has a completely different history, completely different development, and completely different direction from the world we know."

"Then where are we now?"

"A quantum ghost between existence and non-existence."

"Then how do we go back?"

"I do not know."

"Ok?"

Master Luo's face darkened, and he made a gesture to pick up the sword box.

"Don't, don't, I really don't know how to solve it." Ding Zhenzhen waved his hand quickly. "If I..."

But before he could explain it clearly, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the whole world felt a strong sense of distortion. Countless lines were pulled and mixed together, forming a disgusting abstract picture.

But this twist comes and goes quickly.

After regaining consciousness, the nauseating sense of distortion had disappeared without a trace, but Zhenren Luo and Zhenren Ding were stunned to find themselves on a plain full of craters.

And in a ring-shaped mountain range not far from them, a mighty life-and-death fight kicked off a tragic prelude right under their noses.

??????

Thousands of soldiers fought on the moon, the wizards drove the frisbee, drove the scarab terminators and the scarlet letters to march, and the soulless people advanced step by step, aiming at the mountain pass and shooting fiercely at every step.

And in various parts of the crater mountain pass, the condescending interstellar soldiers, mechanical cataracts, dreadnought mechas, dune crawlers, and fighter soldiers fired with all their might, and destructive blasting clouds exploded in the enemy formation.

Everything was going in a good direction, until a pure evil energy broke through the portal.

Dirty, dirty dark forces converged into a terrifying vortex of flames, and with a sense of supernatural oppression, a giant beast stepped on the surface of the moon.

With two horns on his head, huge wings on his back, crimson skin, golden battle armor, and holding a blade staff, the demon primarch showed a ferocious smile to his brothers who had been separated for thousands of years in the distance.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

until??????

"Fuck, I've been waiting long enough, you idiot."

boom.

A figure that was smaller than an interstellar battle appeared beside the demon primarch, grabbed the demon prince's head with one hand, dragged his giant body down, and buried his whole head in the soil of the moon middle.

(PS: Well, as a reminder, Xia Lin in this period is already a fourth-order high, and has completed the star battle matrix)

Chapter 743 The Birth of the Star Caster ([-]+)

The tragic battlefield seemed to have come to a halt at this moment.

The hot muzzle of the gun fell unconsciously, the tightly held sharp blade fell to the dust, the roaring heavy artillery stopped roaring, and the entire battlefield fell silent in an instant.

The wizard who was driving the Frisbee fell to the ground, and the Scarab Terminator was stunned. Only the robot with almost no self-awareness, the Scarlet Warrior, followed the order and charged towards the position of the Ultramarines.

However, the eyes of the entire battlefield were turned to the webway portal, focusing on a small figure holding a demon prince with one hand, the head of a fallen demon primarch.

Even the thinnest space warrior is taller and burlier than this figure, and the fallen primarch who has already ascended to demon is even almost twice the size of his brother, standing on the ground like an ancient giant.

But he was pinned down, his entire head buried deep in the silica-rich lunar soil.

Well, almost half of the silicon dioxide here is glass-like shards, that is to say, the Red Devil Magnus is being pressed in a large pile of glass shards and rubbed at zero distance.

"Don't learn from the good ones and learn from the bad ones, don't you have a brain in your head..."

Pressing the head of the Demon Primarch with one hand, the five seemingly slender and fragile fingers left extremely clear fingerprints on the golden helmet.

"...Do you think you owe a beating!"

A figure who pushed Magnus down when he saw him face to face, while greeting the IQ of the Demon Primarch in the public channel, clasped his fingers tightly, grabbed his head, lifted it, pressed it hard, lifted it again, and then lifted it up again. Press hard, boom boom... one click, two clicks, three clicks... like a rhythmic hydraulic pile driver.

This is probably the most embarrassing moment for the Primarch since the birth of the Milky Way.

The one who was assassinated by an assassin of the Imperial Inquisition before, and the one who was engraved on the heart by the Grand Master of the Gray Knight, are not as embarrassing as the Red Devil at this moment.

At least, he won't be so aggrieved that someone grabs his head like Magnus after ascending to the devil, and smashes it on the ground frantically.

Of course, a Demon Primarch doesn't really hit the street like this.

Perhaps, at the beginning, the Red Devil Magnus himself didn't even figure out what happened.

But after a few times of zero-distance close contact with the ground full of glass slag, the scarlet king who came back to his senses let out a furious roar.

Seething psychic energy surged in his rage, and purple flames burned the demon prince's wrath...

boom.

Ziyan was trampled out by the sole of the shoe, and the scarlet king's big head was trampled into the soil rich in glass slag.

At the same time that the concussion was caused by this foot, the battle helmet on Magnus' head was also trampled to pieces.

The broken pieces of the helmet fell into the dust, stepped on the scarlet lord's head, and stretched out his hand to pull down the hood, revealing his silver-gray hair.