Chapter 441

This civilization, for the time being, shall be called the Warlock civilization.

No matter how one looked at it, it was not strong.

The acquisition of power was accompanied by the extinction of life, and the continuation of the race was accompanied by the death of more clansmen. They were like eggs in a nest that was about to capsize, and they did not know when they would face the disaster of extinction.

Except for the level-4 life form, the strength of the whole race was vulnerable to the sorcerers, and their power was aimed at the evolution of monsters. The disadvantage of being too focused was that it was easy to be targeted by other forces. If they were the enemy of the sorcerers, then the Fourth Holy Tower would only need to send a few exploratory sorcerers to collect information and develop a drug to catalyze the mutation of the body.

But these Warlocks, in this world, had the qualifications to be called a civilization.

They were in a desperate environment, but the civilization as a whole was not desperate. Neahem did not believe that they did not know that in this environment with almost no external resources, they would fail and be destroyed one day. However, they did not lose the courage to resist and the hope of survival, but did their best to use all the resources they could collect to arm themselves against the enemy.

More commendable was that they maintained a stable social order. Even if the resources were scarce and precarious, the ordinary people did not fall into hysterical destruction and attack each other. Although they were hungry, they did not have the intention to attack their own clansmen, nor did they give up their contributions because they cherished themselves. After contributing, they consciously left the city to ensure that the warriors had a better environment.

The same was true for the Extraordinaires. They were warriors, and in the current situation, they should enjoy more resources, but they did not rely on their strength to wantonly oppress others. Instead, they accepted the unified supply and used their lives to fight to feed the society and civilization.

This was a silent race. They worked hard to break out in silence, and also calmly accepted their death in silence.

There were very few pedestrians in the city, and there were no traces of commercial activities. The streets were dilapidated but still clean. There were only a variety of ancient machinery on the streets. Neahem saw some Warlocks walking to the machinery, or putting in the resources collected from monsters, or directly inputting energy in exchange for the necessities of life. The energy was scattered along the circuits. These circuits went deep into the ground and spread throughout the entire plane, strengthening the plane through the energy contributed by the Warlocks.

After walking through the city, Neahem left and quietly rushed to the other cities in the plane. He found that the things that happened were almost exactly the same. He rushed to the other planes of the Warlock civilization again, but there was no difference.

Three days later, he entered the level-4 Warlock's plane.

This plane was slightly larger than the others, but it was limited. The environment was worse, and there were no ordinary people. Demonic Qi raged on the plane, forming storms that swept across. Only a few large cities were peaceful.

They were all industrial cities.

Some Warlocks were operating ancient production lines, manufacturing all kinds of machinery. Some Warlocks were wearing protective suits, dissecting the bodies of monsters and testing them on themselves without hesitation. Some Warlocks were like potion mages from ancient times in the Mage World, using simple equipment to combine and decompose all kinds of materials, preparing and modifying the liquid in the culture tank.

There was also a factory that manufactured something similar to a biochip. Naeem guessed that this was the way they passed on knowledge. It was rough and simple, but it was understandable. After all, they did not have extra time to educate the next generation.

Neahem saw the power these Warlocks used. They cut open their own bodies, using their flesh and blood as a guide to open a spatial crack, and then summoned contract creatures from it. Most of them were monsters, but a small part should be the void wandering creatures that were connected and summoned through their unique means.

Not to mention the wandering creatures, their ability to control monsters was very powerful. The brutal nature of these monsters was suppressed, and they obediently worked for the Warlocks. Some Warlocks, after completing their work, would not hesitate to kill the monsters and absorb their life energy to replenish themselves.

But this replenishment was obviously not completely benign, and they suffered great pain.

The souls of the dead monsters were collected and swallowed into their abdomens, in preparation for the next spell casting.

The Warlocks ordered the summoned creatures to carry all kinds of machinery, and transported them to the various planes according to the established roads. The most dangerous void passage was where a large number of advanced individuals were distributed, ready to deal with the surprise attack of monsters at any time.

In addition to the contract summoning technique, they could use the power of shadow and flame. The power was very good, but the damage was two-way. Naeem guessed that this ability should be complementary to the summoning technique. They must have the ability to share the damage. Otherwise, at the advanced stage, they might die from their own ability before they could kill the enemy.

"This is self-mutilation," Naeem completely recorded their casting process. "If it was not in a desperate situation, no world would have such a deformed development. This is using the future to win the present."

Naeem spent five days walking through all the cities in the Main Plane of the Warlock civilization, and then released his breath little by little, and walked with his feet on the ground towards the central city where the level-4 Warlocks were located.

The appearance of the different energy was like a bright light in the night, and it was discovered by the advanced Warlocks in the Main Plane in the blink of an eye. They did not need to be mobilized or commanded. They put down the work at hand, walked out of the factory and left the city, and approached Naeem in various ways.

No one talked to Naeem, and no one attacked him. They just followed him around and watched him.

It was not until Naeem walked out of the central city that he heard the first voice that talked to him, "Hello, guest from afar."

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While Naeem was exploring the mission, the vanguard legion was not idle.

Everyone was constantly analyzing the available information and comparing it with the previous information, they found more and more suspicious points. The biggest one was the feedback of the background radiation of the Void. Although it was incredible, the Void had a boundary and an end. It was like a box, and the location of the immortal civilization blocked the exit.

"Have you found the boundary of the Void in the past?" Adam asked the Hyperdimensional Wizards of the Second Holy Tower beside him.

The Hyperdimensional Wizard frowned. "It has been found, but it has never appeared so definitively. In the past, although it was called a boundary, it was constantly expanding. But here, it is completely fixed and even slowly shrinking."

Another Hyperdimensional Wizard said, "This is obviously not normal. The Fourth Epoch is still very young, far from this point. This scene is very similar to the simulation of the Great Tribulation of the Era."

At this time, Wendy returned from the outside world and said, "This is a special Void zone that has been isolated …"