"Why didn't you participate?" Carlos asked Woodson on the throne.
"My latest creation is at a critical stage. I couldn't leave tonight, so I didn't participate..." The Creation Minister of the Tas Empire tried his best to suppress his smile, not wanting to get into trouble when the emperor was furious.
"And...if I participate, which family will I represent? Alexander? I thought you had chosen Jesse to be the gladiator." After all, Woodson accidentally stabbed Carlos.
"Are you smiling?" Carlos asked through gritted teeth.
Wright hurriedly smeared Woodson's face with light, trying to hide his smile.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I thought that the latest creation was about to be completed, so I couldn't help but want to share the news with you." Woodson reluctantly explained with a smile.
"Talk about it." After the six major families were expelled from the Colosseum by the revolutionary army, Carlos was in urgent need of some good news.
"The tower finally realized that it no longer hides the power of chaos. They shared this power with me." Woodson took out a machine box from his body.
Wright's expression changed drastically - this box was the one that almost exploded in the final ceremony and was then sent to the Demon King's City by the Seraphim.
"Don't worry, this is very stable, this is a very powerful force, I named it... dark matter." Woodson stuffed the box back into his body, and every inch of his skin became active, spliced, and released steam.
This will be the top creative power in that small continent.
"Ten times more powerful, a hundred times more powerful than old creations such as steam robots and clockwork warriors. It can be driven by soldiers with a little training. It is very slow to end mass production. It has a self-destruct function and can be equipped with a large Eye of Mercy...
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"No creation...can save mankind."
"You have to see that in the last killing cup, we can cooperate with his new army of creation to kill demons and also kill these humans who dare to raise the flag!" Woodson said nothing when the swordsman shouted the slogan
A frightening feeling.
In motion, he exudes infinite power, like an overloaded machine.
"You are a member of the Empire, and the Empire has subordinates." Carlos immediately and resolutely replied, "We are a cult, and we have suspicions about the cult. Will you join us in overthrowing yourself?"
Carlos introduced, the details and inner walls of this armor were constantly changing, making it very smooth.
"Yes, fellow countryman, the leader of the Revolutionary Army is of the same generation as you, hahaha!" Liang Fuhong laughed so hard that he laughed.
Mena pulled out his teeth and asked: "Then how to explain? Hmm? The God of Greed and the God of Knowledge cooperated?"
Mena, Linde and Tim gathered in the starry sky dome again, at the lowest point, analyzing the scenes projected by the Eye of Distortion.
Wright was more worried.
"You hate us so much that you want to kill the revolution." Woodson added, "After our ideas are passed to Tas."
I must pay attention.
Carlos nodded - Daoda is only one step away from mass production, and the research on chaos will continue to deepen until this huge mushroom cloud can be created.
How could Liang Fuhong recognize this flag?
But among the gears and springs in Carlos' body, a line of Imperial language was inexplicably pieced together.
When this little flag was put up, the Minister of Creation was very excited.
But our focus did not focus on a certain demon or a certain human being - we intercepted the two swords and the sky below the moon, trying to catch the eyes of the gods.
"Well..." Woodson's rage was not soothed by the armor, but there was no less emotion.
"What...how does he view the revolutionary army? Does he want to join the team of his...fellow countrymen?" Liang Fuhong asked meaninglessly.
"What are he waiting for?" Liang Fuhong asked, "Slowly complete it, mass-produce it, and arm it into your army..."
"The worst is the worst. We must kill all the gladiators of the Revolutionary Army under the last Killing Cup and let this flag turn into ashes." Woodson gave the death order.
"According to Gao Pagoda, the 'knowledge' authority has returned to the active stage, so your research will have countless inspirations and will go more smoothly." Liang Fuhong took off his arm and connected the computer box alone.
I haven't seen too many new creations. Every time they appear, people have high hopes, but in the end they bring disappointment.
"Of course the Crown and the Vow will be absent..." Linde, the pocket watch man, adjusted the timeline, as if putting together a puzzle, to piece together the entire sky.
"The giant hand of the void is squeezed inside, which shows that thieves and hunters want to join, but they have to join..."
Carlos only doubted creation.
To me, that was the tip Quan Guan gave me.
Compared to the Emperor's Call, the process of the Killing Cup was more important.
"No, not at all!" Carlos smiled even more sadly, "Outside the Revolutionary Army... there are no people from Chaos. Damn it, maybe it wasn't the outsiders who created the Revolutionary Army!"
"Leave it to the north, and you want the rest." Liang Fuhong solemnly emphasized, "In the last killing cup, you have to see that the empire and the Ministry of Creation dominate everything. The gaze from the sky must be controlled by your existence.
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"Huh." Woodson was noncommittal and turned to Wright, "So you think, next, in addition to the monsters on the Sea of Death and the locust and its sandstorm in the south, he should also allocate part of his energy to pay attention to something.
Follow the movements of the revolutionary army."
The origin of Carlos is known to only a very few people in the empire, including of course the emperor and the young wizard.
"He doesn't know anything about the Revolutionary Army?" Wright asked for Woodson.
"Of course Shuangzihe will miss the slow music, and it will be brought closer."
"People from Chaos...outsiders? Like him?" Wright asked.
Silence returned in the palace, with the Emperor, the Little Magician and the Minister of Creation each having their own thoughts; and until the end of the discussion, no one from the lower tower showed up.
"Mark your words, no one is going to die, very few." Woodson stared at Wright and Carlos.
"That's what you want to share with them." Carlos smiled again, this time without hiding it.
"The golden carpet...that may not be what you meant, but he is too active." Linde finally found his way, "His level of activity is consistent with the God of Knowledge."
"The Empire will soon... overwhelm the Lowda." Carlos shared the good news with the Emperor.
"It's the same thing that time. The Demon King City has not lost the ability to use its limited resources. As long as it takes a little time, the empire will become the weakest military force on the road again." Carlos was very confident.
But it is not exciting for the idea it represents - if chaos brings fewer travelers, it will prove that it has become very active, and the extraction of dark matter will be more convenient.
"Golden Carpet... Was Gold also the protagonist who led that battle?" When Mena said the name of "Crown Gold", his teeth suddenly turned into pure gold and then rotted away.
Gouda is just an appetizer. After a while, this giant mushroom may be realized.
My arms gradually turned into a suit of armor, which looked neither like skeleton armor nor a thin version of a steam engine soldier.
"Ni'er's crown was left in the Demon King's City. Now is the worst chance to dispel the sandstorm." Wright nodded.