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    Chapter 480 Gathering

    Jason turned a deaf ear to Al Drogo¡¯s questions. He was completely immersed in the passionate ocean of human love.  His eyes shone with a certain light that Al Drogo had often seen in the eyes of young men but should never appear in the eyes of a savage race.  A faint trace of spirit rippled from Al Drogo's body, and the ripples of mental power gently touched Commander Jason's excited and almost boiling mental power circle, turning him from his excited emotions.  Get out of it.

    "What's wrong?" Jason looked at Al Drogo in confusion.

    "I'm asking you something."

    "What are you talking about?"

    "What do you think of the current situation?"

    "The current situation? Is there still a situation to be seen now?".  A cold smile appeared on Jason's handsome, feminine face. "Obviously, our 'respected and noble' adults are avoiding someone." He stretched and affirmed.  Said, "One thing, I am sure of. No matter what our adults are avoiding, it is not something we can resist."

    Al Drogo was surprised by the undisguised contempt in Jason's words.  He looked up and down at Jason, who had a cynical attitude.  For a barbarian, Jason's performance was simply incredible.  ¡®Venerable¡¯ is the god of the barbarian clan, and respect and worship for him permeates the hearts of every barbarian.  Even for the members of the 'Secret Society', they fantasize about escaping from the control of the Venerable all the time, but their awe has never weakened in the slightest.

    The contempt Jason displayed was outrageous to the extreme.  If anyone else saw and heard what he looked like now, Al Drogo could almost conclude that there would be a barbarian who would wave the warrior sword at him without hesitation.  There's no one else here, though.  It was just him and Jason.  So nothing happened.  He just stared at Jason, who was still lying on the soft sofa indifferently, with a strange look.

    "What's wrong?" Jason looked away from the collection of love poems. "I told the truth," he emphasized.

    "Yes, it's true." Orr Drogo nodded affirmatively, then shook his head, "It's just your tone"

    "My tone?" Jason nodded suddenly, holding up the collection of human love poems in his hand, "I just can't forgive what we did. We are destroying a brilliant civilization, and there is nothing more cruel than this. Look.  What did they create? Life, this is real life. But now we are destroying them." At the end of the sentence, Jason looked a little frustrated.

    "That's just a book." Al Drogo looked at Jason funny, "It's all made up, it's fake, it's a good wish, nothing more."

    "But at least they have figured it out, and they are at least working in this direction. But look at what we have done? In addition to killing every day, we still kill. We have no writing or records of our own. Compared with people in this world, we  Just uncivilized savages. Well, that¡¯s what they seem to call us.¡±

    Orr Drogo was stunned for a moment.  Jason is right, the history of the barbarians is a history of killing.  No matter before or now, their butcher knives have always been directed at their own kind.  Compared to cowardly humans, they are as powerful as gods.  But the environment in which they live determines that they must do this and have no choice.  Once upon a time, the barbarian clan also had its own history, but as the "prophet" was slaughtered, their history was also submerged in endless killings.  But as long as they are alive, there is always a chance to create their own history.  He has always thought so and has always been sure of it.  But now that certainty is wavering.  Because their 'god' was terrified, he hid at the Bloody Gate.  If there is any power that scares the ¡®Venerable¡¯, then that power can also destroy the Savage Clan.

    "We have to do something." Al Drogo pondered for a moment, "At least, we should 'save ourselves'." He said tentatively.

    "Self-rescue?" A trace of ridicule appeared on Jason's face, "If something that even the 'Virgin' is afraid of appears, why should we save ourselves? There are only two ways in front of us now, either to escape or to wait for death.  Which one do you think we can choose?"

    Orr Drogo fell silent.  Jason was right.  The minds of the tribesmen have become rigid due to the killings day and night. They are arrogant and stupid, thinking that they can solve all the problems in the world with the sword in their hands.  No one would think about the problem from another angle like the two of them.  Most of them don't understand that many things in this world don't actually require bloodshed to solve.  If the tribesmen were to escape with the two of them, it would be no different than seeking death.

    Orr Drogo couldn¡¯t help but think of the ¡®Secret Society¡¯, which was founded by the prophets.?The organization that has been passed down may have the power to call on a group of tribesmen to flee with them.  But not everyone.  Unless danger appears, it would be a miracle that one-third of the tribe can respond to the call of the 'Secret Society'.  The barbarians admired force, and the Venerable was undoubtedly the strongest among them.

    "Maybe it's not what we thought." He murmured to himself.

    Jason let out a cold sneer, which was very harsh in the empty room.  "I hope you can keep this extravagant hope until the moment of your death. I dare to swear to the gods that danger is coming to us." He hesitated for a moment, "Although I don't know what those dangers are. But I know that we  How abnormal the behavior of the 'Venerable' is." He leaned forward slightly, with a hint of weirdness on his face, "How about we escape. Just the two of us. Didn't you say that this world is so big?  Do you think it¡¯s incredible? We can find a place to hide"

    Orr Drogo stared at Jason, as if he saw the man in front of him clearly for the first time.  Secular people taught him many things, including giving in.  But this sentence should never come out of Jason's mouth, let alone fleeing alone, abandoning his compatriots and clansmen, a trace of disdain appeared on his cheeks.

    "Well, you don't have to look at me like that." Jason muttered, "I already knew you wouldn't agree." He didn't look too frustrated, as if he had known this.  "In order to survive, I don't feel ashamed to do this." He still explained.

    The fleet drove slowly in silence, and then passed through a space gate, and they were about to reach the star field controlled by the barbarian clan.  Hall stood in front of the porthole, his cold eyes as cold as the darkness outside the cabin.  The wonderful sight of the vast universe did not affect him at all. In his eyes, the shining stars dotted in the cold darkness were just the same repetition.  He has seen too many similar scenes. No matter how vast the universe seems at the moment, they will eventually become so hot that even atoms will burn, and eventually return to true nothingness.  Space, time, and all matter will vanish into nothingness and become pure nothingness.  The final moment of destruction of the universe will consume all energy and nothing will exist except the soul.  Perhaps some powerful imprints of life remain, which is the power closest to the soul. In a sense, the imprint of life is a higher-level existence than the soul.  It's a pity that that kind of existence cannot protect its owner from the final moments of destruction.

    "The clansmen are ready." Baron Irwin walked silently into the command bridge of the ship, "As long as we get rid of the lost 'Wanderer', we can launch the summons. All that's left is to wait.  Already." He said somewhat sadly.  In order to save energy, the content of the summons has already been determined.  There is only one content: they discovered a race that may not be able to be parasitized by souls.  He could almost imagine what kind of uproar this message would cause when it was passed into the hands of the tribe. Even the 'Saint of Wisdom' could not take the news calmly.  It won't be long before a huge expeditionary force will dominate this star field, and then use unrivaled power to wipe out the civilization of this self-proclaimed "human" species.  If necessary, they would even blow the starry sky into pieces and destroy all the land that could produce such strange life.

    Hall nodded.

    "How should we treat that insane 'Wanderer'?" Bronn Irvine asked.

    "Contact us first. If he refuses to return to the tribeor even dares to resist," Hall said with a hint of determination in his voice, "You know what we should do."

    Baron Ivan nodded indifferently.  Then the only way is to completely destroy him.  This is the usual approach.  Balon Irwin's personal relationship with Hall was not harmonious, and he was not a 'hunter' but a 'wanderer'.  But it seems that Hall has a good feeling for him, and now he is the number two person in this small group.  Hall also relied heavily on him.

    While Hall was talking to Baron, huge fleets were marching silently in the starry sky far away from them.  If you zoom out and look down at the star field where humans live from a high altitude, you will find that the starry sky has never been so busy as it is now.  Countless thin lines converged from all directions to a small point in the remote starry sky - the Eridanus Space Gate.  The Divine Alliance fleet that was originally stationed here has long since disappeared without a trace, and two dark and huge stars have taken their place.  The space is littered with the remains of destroyed starships.  In the void in the distance, starships jumped out of the void one after another. Thousands of engineering ships were surrounding the river space gate that exuded cold silver light. From time to time, there were subtle flashes of light, as if some kind of process was going on.  Maintenance work.

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