The foundation of the fallen civilization was equally terrifying.
These were the four thousand patrols of the past generations.
Only the top 100 existences of each era were qualified to be frozen and put into a deep sleep. Their comprehensive strength far exceeded the current more than 1000 investigators.
Countless beings streaked across the sky, their world-shaking names resounding throughout the dark blue galaxy.
Small vortexes appeared on the Milky Way ribbon in the starry sky. They grew larger and larger, turning into many mechanical spaceships.
"It's truly spectacular."
The bald man, the Stoneman disc, gently stroked the tattoo on his back and smiled.
at this moment, there are no weaker level 10 ruins from ancient civilizations that can surpass us.
