Chapter 690

In the gap between reality and sub space, a tower tore the veil and split the secret tide, like a stained cobalt and a flawed dark spear.

The dying flame struggled on the spire, spewed white flames into the changing sea of soul, beating like a heart rate without rhythm, and lightning continued to slide through the surging spiritual energy.

Subspace is ruthless. From the hurricane, the claws of huge creatures sweep through the shield, and each impact weakens the flame.

In a sealed room at the top of the tower, a lonely figure knelt quietly.

It was shrouded in a dense ink like shadow, staring at the unnatural storm in the distance, making no sound, not even breathing.

The scenery outside is like oil floating on the water, churning with disgusting colors. Everything just needs to look directly at it, and it will collapse, but it has been staring at it.

The crackle of the shield bending under pressure is everything that lights up the storm outside.

The tides of subspace hit the spire with jagged and unpredictable waves, but then pierced the torch of the slave, lit the flame with pain, and sent the ferocious shock wave back to the spiritual garbage that produced it.

The spire trembled and let out a pitiful cry, the dying cry of tens of thousands of slaves.

But when that sound reached the room, it was distorted, like a sinister whisper, pointing to the heart, not to the ear.

"Delazar, delazar, delazar..."

Every word echoes in my blood, but no one will pay attention to such a sound, because this can be said to be the most degenerate corner of the universe.

It has many names, but as a well-known name, replace it with——

Comoros.

Comoros, the city of darkness, is a huge city in the network. It is also the home of the dark spirit family.

The origin of this city can be traced back to the heyday of the spirit empire. It does not exist in real space, but in the labyrinth dimension called netway.

The netway is the masterpiece of the ancient sage of the Galactic creator. Although the netway has undergone great changes and been destroyed by war and disaster since the spiritual Empire reached its peak, they still master the original netway technology.

Although moving between dimensions is a very risky technology, the spirit family does not hesitate to use this unique technology, because the network can not only enable the traverser to make teleportation interstellar travel, but also avoid the risk of direct exposure to sub space.

However, since the fall of arrogance, the network has become a fragmented and dangerous area, and its darkest corner is filled with nameless entities from sub space.

Even so, many nodes in the network still enable the most fearless or vicious people to attack millions of targets in the galaxy coefficient without warning, and Comoros is the largest network city of the spirit empire before the great fall.

The fleet of the ancient spirit empire can go to all home worlds and the farthest corners of the galaxy through Comoros, so this is also the most important place in the network.

Because of its strategic value, no one in the Ling empire can be ruled here, but directly ruled by the Supreme Council of the Empire. This autonomy has allowed the Comoros to expand rapidly, and all the individuals wishing to get rid of the spiritual eye are here. All the money and influence flow through the city into the hands of the Empire and its allies.

Comoros itself is also expanding to the blank area of the network, merging many labyrinth satellite areas, private territories and other port cities. After countless years of construction, the city has reached an amazing level.

But at that time, Comoros was still a relatively normal city, but the great fall changed the way of life of the spiritual people and Comoros.

The self degeneration of the spiritual race has created evil gods and evil sins, but not all spiritual races know repentance. In fact, hedonism and abnormal art have been deeply rooted in the bones and flesh of many upper spiritual races. They are not willing to accept the penance and repentance of those Ark compatriots, but instead seek a safe place to avoid the gaze of evil spirits and continue their degenerate life in the past.

Comoros eventually became their choice.

But just hiding is not enough. As time goes on, the spiritual people hiding in Comoros begin to feel the desire of their souls and become withered. They can only continue their lives by torturing other creatures and sucking the pain of other creatures.

Some people speculate that the cause of this phenomenon is that the chaotic gods are constantly sucking the souls of the Comorian spirit people.

In order to survive, the spiritual people of Comoros began to hunt a large number of slaves for all kinds of cruel torture, perhaps to meet the hunger and thirst of lust and evil, or to supplement their sucked souls.

Since then, the dark spirit race was born, and Comoros has become the largest slave market in the galaxy.

Out of fear, other races often only dare to call it the "dark city", and other spiritual races call this city a "cancer" growing on the sacred network.

After countless years of reconstruction and proliferation, Comoros is not only a single city, but also the largest city in the galaxy. It is considered impossible to measure the area in the traditional way. Its surface has been over developed, so that the buildings must be continuously increased in the vertical field, Buildings in various areas grow upward like plants competing for sunlight.

Every spire and skyscraper in the city will be connected with its neighbors through curved arches and gauze buttresses. Those miles high nests and palaces extend up and down at the same time, spiraling into the twisted space of the network.

Every Tera year, the city will absorb more dimensions as its foundation, so the population of Comoros is even more than that of all the planets in an important Galaxy combined.

From another point of view, the Comoros is actually a collection of many loose sites, which adhere to the main line of the network like tumor cells. Those remote sites may be thousands of light-years away from each other, but in the network, these remote sites are interconnected by spatial transmission shortcuts.

Thousands of ships dock on the spires of Comoros every day. The population of the dark spirit clan far exceeds the prediction of the human empire. Even the compatriots of the ark can't accurately calculate their number.

The network channels around the dark city are full of light tracks of ships. Some portal channels to and from real space are small and dark, but those located in the largest division of the city are huge and unusual, enough to accommodate the access of the whole looting fleet, thorny skyscrapers and spire dock columns, There are all kinds of high-speed aircraft of dark spirit race and other alien races fixed by purple electromagnetic beam

However, not all areas of the Comoros are open to the outside world. In the city, there are still several mysterious areas. They belong to various shrines, which can not be controlled by even the consul. They only belong to the bishop of the shrine.

Nightmare temple is one of them. Its landmark building is a huge torch of pain.

"Silence."

The shadows whispered hoarsely, but still heard their laughter.

The beast with primitive wisdom laughs wildly with rough poetry and scratches its thinking boundary with indelible claws.

A huge existence stirred in the etheric fog. It felt the existence shaking and saw a shadow the size of the sun rippling in the storm.

It's approaching.

"Go away."

The huge existence broke the violent fluctuation of the mind fog, like a huge shark, which was crossing the vast ocean with its eyes staring hungrily.

[you lost it]

This time, the answer was full of emotion, but it was not pleasant at all.

It is deep, mocking, with inhuman resonance.

"It is me, I am it."

[it used to be your body, carrying the memory that you were a mortal]

A spiritual shadow composed of black fog and hatred suddenly hit, hit the invisible shield, and set off a wave in the spiritual field.

"It's gone, I'm me now, and there's no second me."

Well, even that thing -]

The torch burned violently again, and the existence swung and disappeared.

As the shadow watched the storm subside outside, he first chuckled, then laughed, and finally laughed wildly, so that the whole tower was shaking.

The dark spirits near everyone instinctively quickened their hearts because they felt the threat. Then, a roar cut through the chaotic sky of Comoros like thunder——

“SuinDaellae！！”

“SuinDaellae！！”

“SuinDaellae！！”