Before reading the introduction, let's make a guess about turtle soup.
"In the first year, he weaved fire and blood into an epic, and in the end, he took his dream with him and headed towards the deepest part of the horizon."
"In the second year, he drove all his enemies into despair, and there was only a trace of accustomed fire in the galaxy."
"In the third year, he returned his power to people. He stood too high and led the direction of navigation, so he was caught by the stormy waves and no one could save him."
"In the fourth year, the most extreme individual creates the most extreme character, so his arrogance makes him defeated, and his life is nothing but solid ice."
"Fifth year......"
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It was a day in the old era. Like the rainbow light of an eye splitting in the deep sky, it was like a coordinate, attracting all kinds of alien races to Hexing.
In order to ensure survival, tactical armor was developed, with the power to shake the stars, to launch a counterattack against the aliens.
It wasn't until the 551st year of the Rainbow Vision Era that a decisive person appeared.
