Of the very few babies that crawled out of the incubation tank, only six survived to adulthood. A whole seed ship, enough to give birth to hundreds of millions of Ringling beings, was filled with these incubation pods.

The general, the princess, Tina, Kurt, and the two people on the Life Ring spaceship.

Of course, that was their previous identity.

The person in charge, who was more beautiful than anyone could imagine, stared blankly at the baby in her arms. The baby smiled sweetly and reached out to her, making little noises.

Beside her, a slender and delicate guard with bright features stared wide-eyed at the baby in the person in charge's arms.

The princess's expression was somber; the child belonged to the person in charge and the general.

"You deserve to die!" The princess's white hair flew wildly as she looked coldly at the gods who were still wearing armor.

One of the gods gladly committed suicide, while the rest fled in disarray.

After more than twenty years of calculations—a negligible amount of time—the reckoning of the Divine Wall has finally arrived, and the Protoss fleet has found the "six."

But what the gods didn't expect was that this planet was special; there was a divine tree on it that lacked the ability to think.

The roots of this ancient tree spread across the planet, and when the Ring Clan's seed ship crashed, it instinctively absorbed the Ring Clan's powerful blood and the nutrient solution from the hatching chamber.

As the very few surviving embryos develop, the divine tree absorbs and assimilates these forces.

When the embryo turned into a baby, some blood-red grass sporadically grew on the planet.

Herbivores become plump and powerful by eating blood-eating plants, while carnivores become strong by eating herbivores, and some even develop superpowers.

By the time the baby crawled out of the incubator, the planet had already been transformed into a paradise for the Ring Clan.

They eat grass and meat, bury the blood beasts they hunt at the roots of the divine tree, and the divine tree bears blood fruit.

No longer needing the blood of their own kind, the Ring Clan can strengthen themselves and improve their 'Formula Ring' simply by relying on this divine tree.

Therefore... this is a possibility that the Protoss must destroy, which is why the Protoss would use the "Great Shift of Possibilities" on this possibility.

The possibility of transferring is merely "filling in the fourth-ranked school as the third choice," a safety net measure, but a truly destructive one—

Every corner of the planet was filled with an orange-red, almost blood-red light.

The Protoss looked up and turned around to see a huge, ferocious sea of ​​fire rolling across the sky, covering the entire universe within sight!

Day ears!

Using an intelligent system to control the spaceship, it triggers a frenzied, vomit-like ejection from the star!

A destructive force, only a million kilometers from the planet beneath their feet, hurtled toward the surface at a speed of three hundred kilometers per second.

All escapeable spaceships have been destroyed.

Even the bloodthirsty worm known as "Long Day" (the general's name for this possibility) could only escape by itself, and the rest of them could not possibly walk out of the Sunsea alive.

The warrior named "Long Day" could not abandon his wife and children, and was destined to die here.

In this way, the sacred tree and the bloodthirsty worms that are barely clinging to life will all die here.

For both Protoss teams that used the "Great Shift" at the same time under different possibilities, the outcome remained the same: they were either killed by the General or devoured by the Sun.

But for the general, it turned from slaughter into waiting to die.

Meanwhile, the transport ship that initially abducted the incubation pod from Sarkaz, having lost the traction of its main ship, could only move at a sub-light speed, greater than 90% of the speed of light but less than the speed of light. It would take at least another six months to reach this abrupt "piece of the puzzle".

Let alone half a year, it only takes half an hour for this transport ship to decelerate and turn, never to return.

The task assigned by the Marshal's regiment could not be completed;

The general's desire to win will also leave a permanent stain if he survives the Sun's Ear.

In just a few words, the temperature on the planet's surface rapidly soared from a pleasant 26 degrees Celsius to over 700 degrees.

Everything on the Earth's surface began to spontaneously combust, as if another star had appeared in the universe.

Some plants burn extremely quickly, turning into black ash in an instant. The black ash seems to remain unchanged, retaining its original appearance as if it hadn't realized what was happening.

The boundless flames, the blackish-gray vegetation, the collapsing sky—everything before my eyes resembled hell.

"Ah! Ah!"

The infant, possessing a divine body and fed with the fruit of the divine tree, had a powerful body that turned completely red as if it had been steamed at a high temperature of 700 degrees Celsius.

Amidst the roaring flames, the baby's cries sounded as if the entire planet were uttering its final sobs through the mouth of this pure, crystalline substance.

The person in charge hugged the child tightly.

"Don't cry, don't cry." A blood ring lit up behind her, and vibrant green grass and trees grew at her feet.

The high temperature quickly turned these lives black, but new vegetation grew again, and the two sides engaged in a tug-of-war.

As the temperature dropped, the baby gradually stopped crying.

"Think of a way," the person in charge said to the general.

Just like a wife talking to her husband.

The princess, who was originally furious, lit up her blood ring and took a step forward.

The general pulled her aside and comforted her with his eyes.

The princess was held back by the general, her full, firm chest still heaving, her white hair fluttering wildly in the flames, making her look like a dream, and making the anger even more apparent.

The general glanced at the child in the person in charge's arms.

That wasn't an embryo; it was a living, thinking baby, his child.

Ignoring the gods trying to escape to deep space in the sky, he took out the Emerald Bee Sword and casually tossed it away.

“Random equations!” Tina and Kurt exclaimed excitedly.

The Emerald Bee Sword transformed into a ball of green light, which gradually solidified, and a small, boat-like spaceship hovered before everyone's eyes.

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