Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

At the same time as he heard this, Lu Ming's Eye of Truth had been activated.

President Talos’s personal information panel suddenly appeared.

Name: Talos

Sex: Male

Number: None

Race: Dimensional Exile (formerly the Wind Envoy)

Age: 5400 years old

Specialization Level: None

Equivalent conversion of own power system: Primary Abyss Transformer

Height: 197cm

Weight: 13kg

Universal function of race: [Dimensional bag]

Racial talents and skills: [Wind Control (S)] [Dimensional Stealth (S)] [All-Case Wind Technique (S)] [Acid Rain (S)]... Omitted below A level.

Alien talent: none

Personal information: The original Liumu Star Cluster, a descendant of the Wind Envoy Clan of the Imperial Star Fengshen Star Royal Family, possesses powerful wind control power, can create wind fields in windless places, and can walk among the stars with personal ability.

He is now one of the third-generation speakers of the dimensional exile group and a resident of the dimensional mist world. He has the power to control the dimensional atmosphere and can survive intact in the deathly environment stirred by dimensional power.

※The secret of the accident within the clan: 7.8 billion years ago, the Liumu Star Group encountered a dimensional storm that had not been seen in trillions of years. The entire planet exploded and fell. Trillions of lives were annihilated in the storm. In the end, only the Emperor could survive. Some of the members of the Star Royal Family's God Envoy clan survived the dimensional storm by virtue of their talents and characteristics.

Wandering in turbulent currents, walking in the void, surviving in the cracks, going through countless difficulties and countless years, he finally broke out of the void from a small dimensional turbulence and returned to the universe.

When I first arrived, I had the idea of ​​looking for other habitable planets.

But after walking out of this star field shrouded in dimensional mist, they discovered that their physiques had been completely assimilated with the dimensional atmosphere during their long dimensional exile.

Once you leave an area with dimensional aura, your body will begin to deteriorate rapidly, gradually disappearing like weathering.

Realizing this, the ancestor hurriedly returned to the area shrouded in dimensional mist.

This stopped the continuation of body annihilation.

Since then, the Wind Envoy clan has seen the reality clearly, understood the truth, and with extremely complicated emotions, has begun to settle and develop in this area.

Today, four generations have been reproduced, and Talos himself is the current pillar, a member of the third generation, and one of the guides and talkers.

Interests and hobbies: research and development, learning, meditation, thinking.

Favorite people: Descendants of exiles.

Disliked people: starry sky nobles, stubborn and unprogressive fellows.

※Private ideal: Always looking for ways to get the Wind Clan out of this area, eager to let future generations see the real world.

Overview:? ? ?

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I go.

After reading the information.

Lu Ming's heart was already fluctuating.

Frankly speaking, there is such a group of people in this world.

They are not transferers, have no specialized levels, no exclusive skills, no alien talents, and no abyssal descendants.

They can't get out of this area. It can be said that everything in Jialan's apocalypse seems to have nothing to do with them.

But the life group is obviously in this situation, but because of its ability to control the dimensional atmosphere, it has become one of the indispensable and important cores in the end of Jialan.

Coincidence or providence?

But there was one thing that made him very happy.

Talos hates nobles.

what does that mean?

This means that there will be no conflicts between him and this exile in this dimension.

Just because of their positions, closeness.

Why is it said to be close rather than the same?

Because in his eyes, Mr. Lu, the nobles did not dislike them, on the contrary, they liked them very much. After all, what kind of money-making boss wouldn't love such thick and strong leeks?

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