The man turned around and his eyes almost stood up.
What you can see on this young, but livid face is an absolutely abnormal distortion.
"Me what?"
The young man's voice was a little hoarse, not as sharp as before.
"Which channel do you choose?" The man with his hands bound looked at the screen behind the young man, "If you don't let any force get the right to pass through these channels, which one will you target in the end?"
People in the apocalypse will look for opportunities to survive. Just now, these people thought they would die today, but this young man's behavior gave them a chance to survive.
Perhaps, they can give this young man some advice, or persuade him to work for him? At the very least, it is always possible to provide him with some news about other forces.
It's a pity that he still doesn't understand this young... young madman.
"Which one do I choose?"
The young man walked over, walked into the group of prisoners, and walked to the man who was speaking.
"Which one do you think I should choose?"
The man's face was immediately filled with radiance, his bound hands were propped up on the ground, and his waist was straightened.
"There are only seven paths among the twenty forces. If we set the path closest to us, namely the Governor of Spades, as path No. 1, and count them clockwise, I think the fourth path is the easiest to succeed."
What this man said made the young man slightly startled.
He didn't expect that the person he was questioning would answer very logically and even have a clue in his mind.
Seeing that the young man didn't speak, the man became even more excited, thinking that he had hit the mark on the evolutionary master who controlled his life, and said eloquently: "It goes without saying that Governor Spades is in the first channel. He has him
It is difficult for other forces to intervene there. If it were you, it would be possible, but when two powerful forces meet, there will be damage. We have spent so much precious..."
"Mechanical war partner."
Even without looking at the man's eyes, the young man knew what he was referring to.
"Yes, wasting our precious mechanical war partners is not worth the gain."
"Look at No. 2 again. The situation has been reversed by your mechanical war puppet Bee. However, the remaining two forces are not weak. They will definitely have a fierce battle and may test each other for a long time.
The winner may be determined immediately after a fierce battle. If it is the latter case, number 2 is actually the most suitable. However, I saw in the picture just now that there is another force rushing towards there. The situation is quite chaotic and not suitable for us to take action.
"
"No. 3, that is..."
"Just say No. 4."
The young man interrupted the man unceremoniously.
"Uh, okay." How dare this person say no? He immediately talked about Channel 4: "There seem to be many forces and evolvers here, but have you noticed that they are all less well-known forces? I say yes
I recognized one of them from the east called the Mottled Crusaders. There were many people, but there were no particularly top experts. There was also a team of all women. I knew them very well. They were called the Female Battalion, headed by
The two white women are Ella and the black ones are Gianna. The female camp's battle is pretty good, but there are not many people. The other two teams are not very famous. They have been fighting for a while, and we can just go over and kill them.
Clean it all up, so... eh!"
Before the man could finish speaking, he noticed the young man and walked back.
Hearing his cry, the young man turned around and said, "I thought you were very insightful, but what you said is not very good. Are you sure you want to call me?"
The man was stunned for a moment and didn't want to continue talking, but his desire for survival still made him choose to nod. He also wanted to continue using his not-so-excellent theoretical analysis to make this young man feel useful.
The young man came back and mentioned this man.
"Everyone who calls me has become my mechanical war partner."
The man didn't know why, but seeing the dangerous look in the young man's eyes, his body began to struggle instinctively.
"&*%@￥%#￥*())()&y%^$%#@1......"
A stream of unknown words came out of the young man's mouth, and another free hand was raised near the man's head. Following the spell, a lot of metal appeared on it, but it was still in a sticky state. Look.
It looks like melted chocolate with many impurities.
"Let me go, what are you going to do?! I..."
The young man tightened his hands and the man's voice suddenly stopped.
"You must be wondering why I kept you here, right? I can tell you now." The sticky metal in the young man's hand surged into the man's body and soon wrapped him in it. He let go
His hand fell to the ground, and he kept twisting it, trying to break it out, but everything was in vain. The metallic liquid was very viscous and soft, and no matter how hard he struggled inside, it had no effect.
Soon, the man stopped moving.
"You have two functions. One is to supplement nutrition for my robots. They also need to eat. You are the best food!"
Just such an ending made everyone else here tremble with fear.
Amidst the noise and screams, the young man continued: "The other kind is like this person. You are just food for my dear mechanical warriors, but not excellent materials. However, if you are a low-level mechanical soldier
If so, then it’s still hard to do with your evolutionary level, so you should feel honored, you will become mechanical soldiers, replenish the few mechanical war puppets I lost in the previous battles, and then fight for me!”
Who the hell is willing to fight for you! You are going to turn us into mummies and terracotta warriors alive! Who is willing?
The struggle and resistance became more intense.
The young man walked out, snapped his fingers, and some mechanical warriors rushed into these people, and screams began one after another.
"I forgot to mention that when making mechanical soldiers, both living and dead people can be used, but freshly dead ones are even better!"
The young man drew a huge circle with his hands, and a metal door appeared in front of him. Then, a large amount of metal rain began to spray out from inside, raining down on the bodies of these people.
At this time, the man who was wrapped in this metal slowly stood up. The sticky metal no longer wrapped him in a film, but turned into his skin.
The young man circled around him twice, nodding his head incessantly. A small knife appeared in his hand, and he cut the man from time to time. Soon, some sharp wounds appeared on the man's arms, legs and even chest.
The metal thorns and even his hands turned into two one-meter-long cone-shaped weapons.
"Well, that's right. From now on, you can call me Ade. You are the captain of my mechanical soldiers. Do your job well."
The young man muttered to himself in an abnormal tone, and walked back to the screen without waiting for those behind him to complete their strange changes.
"Choose No. 4? No, I choose them all! Why should I choose one passage? If I defeat all the forces here, I can just take that passage! So stupid, these people are so stupid!