In a dark world, Chu Zhou and the Caged Dragon Master stood side by side. The ground under their feet was covered in corpses.
There were corpses of the Zerg race, the Machinery race, the Crystal Race, the Mana Race, the Origin Race, and many strange corpses.
All kinds of corpses piled up like a sea, extending to the end of the line of sight.
"This is the 'Warehouse Nine' that the company specializes in collecting corpses."
The Caged Dragon Master was tall and unsmiling.
"Over the countless years, we humans have fought too many wars with the various races in the universe. Our company's experts and armies have also participated in too many wars, so we have collected many corpses."
"Some of these corpses were used as research materials for analysis and research."
"The rest is in storage unit 1-108."
The so-called 'warehouse' was actually a world.
Chu Zhou's eyes lit up.