At this time, he felt that he had entered a new level.
He could feel that the sky at this time was dark red, the earth was scorched black, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and ice.
He knew that this was the realm of gods and the source of power.
Not only can he now control fire and ice, he can also summon storms and earthquakes.
Li Cang's heart was full of ambition at this time.
He wants to use the power of this world to further strengthen himself.
He has felt that as long as he creates the apocalypse, he can gain strength through destruction.
Of course, before the end, the world must first recover.
Restore, then destroy.
This is how power is obtained in the doomsday world.
"Hahaha, from today on, I am a god!"
Li Cang stood on the top of a high mountain, his body surrounded by flames and ice.
He stretched out his hands, the clouds in the sky began to gather, and the ground began to shake.
He can feel his own power and can wreak havoc in this world.
He started making storms, he started making earthquakes.
However, he didn't realize it, or he was confused by the power.
He has forgotten that his behavior has long been under the attention of "gods".
In other words, he thought he had also entered the level of a god.
But he forgot that the gap between gods is greater than the gap in power between humans and ants.
They are all called gods, some are omniscient and omnipotent, and some can even be punished by mortals...
He was just wreaking havoc, and the few mortals he had left began to suffer.
Originally, there was still a chance for this apocalyptic world to return to its original state.
After all, there were only 600 human beings at the time. They relied on their intelligence, the advantage of taking care of babies, and the many advantages of active adaptation and active migration to survive in harsh environments.
And now, there are at least millions of people around the world.
It will take another few hundred years to recover.
But after Li Cang's troubles, the reproductive ability of modern people is not as strong as that of primitive people.
It’s not that modern people are unintelligent.
But modern people are too smart.
They think too much.
Many people can reproduce but don't want to endure hardships to reproduce. They just want to live their lives and be defeated.
At this moment, when Li Cang was immersed in his own power, a crack suddenly opened in the sky.
A dazzling light shot out from the crack and pointed directly at Li Cang.
Li Cang suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.
His power seems so insignificant compared to the true power of God.
A god's voice echoed in the sky.
There was anger and warning in the voice.
"Li Cang, you got divine power, but you didn't make good use of it."
"You actually used it to destroy the world."
"Your behavior has violated the order of the righteous gods."
"You should be punished."
The voice of the gods is like thunder, shaking the whole world.
Li Cang's face turned pale and his body began to tremble.
He knew that he could no longer resist the power of the gods, and he knew that his actions had caused disaster.
The power of the gods descended from the sky.
He couldn't understand at all what the nature of the other party's power was.
He only knew that his own power was so small in front of the power of gods.
The fire and ice he mastered were completely ineffective.
It's like using a seemingly solid ice cube to deal with hot magma.
His body began to collapse and his strength began to dissipate.
Under the power of this god, Li Cang's body began to dissipate and his power disappeared completely.
He never expected that he would be less handsome than three seconds!
His eyes were full of fear and despair.
He tried his best to resist, but found that he was just an ant's resistance and could not escape the punishment of the gods.
His body was reduced to ashes by the power of the god.
His soul was purified in the wrath of the gods. His strength, his ambitions, and his dreams all vanished at this moment.
…
Zhang Meng woke up from a coma with a splitting headache and his memory was like broken glass, difficult to piece together.
He sighed. He naturally remembered Li Cang's betrayal and the conspiracy in that glass of wine.
But now, Li Cang has disappeared in the wrath of the gods.
All that is left is the anger of the gods and the panic in the shelter.
Zhang Meng didn't want to say it, but he actually had some sinister thoughts.
You can't express your feelings directly to people.
In fact, he was able to stop Li Cang.
He can force himself not to drink.
But he also had a temptation in his heart, wanting to see how powerful God really was.
I want to see if it is possible to break through God's limitations.
Of course he knew this was very immoral.
After all, it was God who gave him the chance to survive and survive.
The results are obvious.
Li Cang was a complete failure.
Even if he had the power of a whole world, it would be of no use against that god.
Moreover, Li Cang died because he was too arrogant, and arrogance was nothing.
But he shouldn't destroy the world.
You shouldn't gain power that way.
This time, Zhang Meng gained a lot. The bottom line of the gods and the power of the gods... all benefited.
And he vaguely felt that God was not one.
It is possible that the god is a social form.
Just like ancient mythological systems, there are many gods.
They are self-contained.
In fact, to ants, humans are gods.
It's just that ants don't have clear consciousness.
In contrast, killer whales have smarter brains. They cooperate, quarrel with each other, and have rich languages and social forms.
You can also pass the mirror test to know that the thing inside is you.
Killer whales can also tell the difference between people and boats.
But it is obvious that killer whales are unable to learn to use tools due to their physiological structure and marine environment, thus losing the opportunity to evolve into more advanced forms.
So in their eyes, humans have always been gods.
Killer whales rarely attack people, especially killer whales in the wild. Obviously they should know how powerful humans are.
At this moment, Zhang Meng felt like a killer whale.
He knows how powerful gods are, but due to the limitations of his environment and his own structure, he will never be able to evolve into a god.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But he can do a lot of circus tricks to gain the favor of the gods.
Just like killer whales, they are loved by people and can be rescued by friendly ships in times of danger.
Such as being stranded, such as being entangled in a net.
At this time, you can always ask for help.
Zhang Meng slowly opened his eyes.
The light stung his eyes.
He tried to sit up, but every muscle in his body was screaming.
His memory gradually became clearer, and he remembered Li Cang's plan and the power of the hot core.
"Li Cang..." Zhang Meng's voice was hoarse and he sighed.
Why bother?
Isn’t it good to live a good life? I just pursue areas that I shouldn’t touch.
There was helplessness and a little guilt in his eyes.
People in the shelter gathered around him one after another, with guilt and concern in their eyes.
Of course they didn't know that Zhang Meng knew everything.
They quickly told Zhang Meng.
"Li Cang has gone to the core of the heat. He tried to absorb the power of the core, but was eliminated by the gods."
"God just spoke."
"Yes, that's the game administrator, who sent out a game announcement." A player survivor sighed.
"Yes, no matter how powerful we are, if the administrator stops the server, deletes the account, or modifies the data, we will be helpless."
"Li Cang is too arrogant. He thinks he controls the game data and thinks he can fight against God by controlling the server?" Another smart player shook his head.
His metaphor is very good.
Zhang Meng also had a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.
But he knew that now was not the time for sighs and nonsense.
He must take action.
He must find a way to appease the gods' wrath and protect the Sanctuary and other survivors.
"We must act now to prevent the wrath of the gods from destroying our world."
"Yes, we can't stop the server."
Everyone was talking.
Zhang Meng and the people in the refuge began to look for ways to appease the gods' anger.
They collected all the information they could find, and they asked everyone who might know the answer.
Everyone's answers were varied.
They both knew that they had to find a way to appease the gods' wrath or they would not survive.
In fact, Zhang Meng had a feeling that gods would not implicate innocent people.
But he couldn't gamble on this possibility.
By chance, Zhang Meng discovered an ancient scroll, which recorded an ancient ritual.
It was supposed to appease the anger of the gods.
He began to study this ritual, and he thought of all his previous experiences, clowns, fun, and laughter. He knew it well, and he began to prepare the required materials.
In fact, he knew that this ancient ritual had no effect.
But it would at least make other people feel at ease and help him prepare something truly useful.
So Zhang Meng and the survivors began to prepare for the ceremony.
They collected all the necessary materials and built an altar on a high mountain.
Various offerings including food, water and precious gems were placed on the altar.
Zhang Meng stood in front of the altar.
There was some anxiety in his eyes, but of course he was also determined.
He began to chant ancient mantras.
His voice is funny.
"Eat grapes without spitting out grape skins..."
"123,321,1234567..."
"Evil monsters, imaginary and arrogant snakes..."
But no one else could understand it, it was as if he was talking to a god.
"God, we apologize for our actions."
Zhang Meng's voice was full of sincerity and regret, "We ask for your forgiveness and ask you to calm down your anger."
Following Zhang Meng's prayer, it really took effect.
The storm in the sky gradually subsided, and the anger of the gods gradually subsided.
The dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, and the sun shone on the earth again.
The temperature also dropped rapidly.
The survivors cheered.
They knew they had succeeded in appeasing the gods' wrath.
They surrounded Zhang Meng, their eyes full of gratitude and respect.
However, Zhang Meng sighed.
They failed.
Although the world has changed for the better.
But their player templates are also gone.
…
"It's not fun, these people are still like that." Xiao Huanwan was irritated.
She saw Li Cang starting to destroy the world, and she didn't want Zhao Han to nag her, so she took action to eliminate the demon and calm the world's disaster.
Wen Rensheng smiled: "You still have a lot to learn, but you have made great progress."
At least I know how it feels to take care of Xiao Zhao.
This is very good.
The reason why many naughty children are annoying is that they don't know how to take care of others and just go their own way.
"Then let's change the type of apocalyptic world." Wen Rensheng said, casually choosing another world for Xiao Huan.
…
This is a world full of war.
It doesn't look like your usual apocalypse.
On the surface, it appears to be full of vitality and everything is in full swing.
The economy is prosperous, the plants are green, and the sky is blue.
It's just that here war is no longer something that happens in a distant place, but a part of everyone's daily life.
This is a world dominated by four giant companies - A, B, C, and D.
They control everything, from birth to death, everyone's destiny is controlled by them.
In this world, people are marked as soon as they are born, go to war at the age of 25, fight until they are 45 before retiring, and then enjoy life until they are 60.
This is a cruel cycle, an endless strangulation field of war.
Everyone's chance of surviving to the age of 45 and retiring is only one in five.
An 80% battle loss rate is definitely the end of the world for soldiers.
After all, Blue Star’s Battle of Somuhe did not have such a high battle loss ratio.
In fact, more people were injured than died on the spot.
In the control area of Company A, a huge factory is located on the edge of a city.
This factory is not used to produce goods, but to produce soldiers.
The greatest tragedy in this world is that everyone cannot decide not only their own birth, but also the birth of their own children.
Strong soldiers will extract their genes and put them into production.
The walls of the factory were covered with cold steel, and the windows were blocked by barbed wire, preventing sunlight from penetrating.
Here, new lives are quickly classified, numbered, and then sent to different training facilities.
Deep inside this factory, there is a place called the "Incubation Room".
Here, in rows of petri dishes, new life slowly grows in the nutrient solution.
They were not naturally conceived, but carefully designed and manufactured warriors.
Their genes are optimized, their bodies are strengthened, and their minds are programmed for one thing - war.
Training is even more hellish.
When these children reach a certain age, they are sent to the training ground.
Here, they receive rigorous training and learn how to use various weapons and how to survive on the battlefield.
Their lives are strictly controlled and their every move is monitored.
They have no childhood, no playmates, only orders and discipline.
It can be said that it is not hell, but comparable to hell.
On the training ground, the children rolled in the mud. There was no fear in their eyes, only determination.
They are taught to be ruthless, to be ruthless, to be the best weapons of war.
"The mission is everything to you!"
"Complete the mission until the age of 45."
Their lives were shrouded in the shadow of war, and their hearts were burned by the flames of war.
At the age of 25, they were sent to the battlefield.
They were assigned to different war zones, and their lives were swallowed up by the machine of war.
On the battlefield, they wore the same uniform, their faces covered by helmets.
There is no emotion in their eyes, only mission.
Their lives are bound by the rules of war, and their fate is determined by the wheel of war.
If luck and skill are good enough, at the age of 45, if they survive, they are allowed to retire.
They are told that they can enjoy life and pursue their dreams. But years of war have been deeply imprinted in their hearts, and their hearts have been eroded by the trauma of war.
Of course they have to leave here and go to another planet.
They were told that they could become battlefield spectators and watch every battle.
Sigh, pity, compassion, anger...
You can vent to your heart's content on another planet.
