typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1001 999 If something bad happens, then send out a bigger message

Chapter 1001 If something bad happens, just make a louder noise to cover it up (guilty)

When the embarrassed Salifu Shadowblade pulled out one of his legs from the sand, he still looked confused.

In this desolate gray desert, in the vast quicksand behind him, the cool shuttle boat is leaning on the earth in an upside-down posture. That is to say, this thing uses quite awesome materials to make it

It did not disintegrate the moment it collided with the ground, but the slave owner who fell from a height of 10,000 meters only had minor scratches so far, which does prove that this guy has two brushes.

In fact, if he hadn't thrown his "prisoner" safely to the ground when the collision was about to happen, Saliv would probably not have even suffered a scratch.

After all, he is a strong man walking the path of an assassin. No matter how desperate he is, he will not die from falling damage.

However, the slave owner's brain is now confused.

Although he has come into contact with a lot of Creator technology and dug out a lot with his own hands, he is not a great mechanic, so don't expect him to understand what happened in that moment.

The slave owner ran over and checked on his prisoner.

The mistress of the Medjeva family was unharmed, but she was also in shock, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her seductive mouth.

In the past, she was very aware of her dire situation and tried not to offend Saliv, but now that the traitor was so unlucky, the mistress could no longer hold back the joy in her heart. She said coldly:

"Look! This is the punishment of fate for the traitor! Shadow Blade, Ms. Spider is already free, and the power of destiny that belongs to her has arrived. This accident is just the beginning. If you don't look back, sooner or later you will die in a more tragic accident.

inside."

"How do you want me to look back now?"

Salifu sneered, and in the cold desert night, he reached out and wiped his mistress' delicate chin, wiped away a few drops of quicksand, and whispered:

"My dear Philna, you look very angry. Is it because you didn't drink tea today?"

"snort."

The mistress's mature body trembled, and she lowered her head and stopped provoking this lunatic.

"Scholar! Scholar? Hear the answer!"

Salifu stood up and took out a communicator he carried with him to contact his companions. However, in the past, this item that could make normal calls across half a world was now turned on, and only bursts of busy signals could be heard.

This thing is actually broken?

When the beginner handed it over to him, he patted his chest and said that this thing could persist until the last moment even in the disaster of the continent collapsing.

The slave owner's heart sank more and more, but he was a man with strong execution ability. He did not stop waiting because of this unexpected disaster. Instead, he returned to the stopped airship and collected all the things he had stored in the airship.

Brought it down.

There are not many things, except for a few famous knives and a few sets of protective gear, there are also exquisite tea sets and a lot of women's clothes.

The mistress is also very aware of current affairs and reminds:

"Bring all the water out of the spacecraft. I can use my spiritual energy to help you travel in the darkness, but the location where we fell is in the center of the gray desert. No matter which way we go, it will take a long time to get out of here."

"Um."

Shadow Blade nodded, and was about to return to the spacecraft to get water when he suddenly sensed a wave of psychic energy. He took out a pendant representing the Twilight Walker from his bag, activated it, and heard the scholar's hoarse, tired and complex voice with a hint of frustration coming from the bag.

which rang out:

"Are you still nearby? If you are, come over here. I will help you navigate the road. At your speed, you can get there in up to three days. There is a big problem here, and I need your help."

"I also want to ask you, why did my spaceship fall?"

Shadow Blade asked back:

"If this is your plan to kill people and silence them, then this is a terrible job!"

"what are you thinking."

It was obvious that the scholar was in a bad mood, and his words were unusually rude. He explained briefly:

"Murphy and his minions wrote a data meme program, which contains formatting instructions with extremely high authority. Just now, the drivers of most of the Creator's relics on the mainland were formatted."

"speak English!"

The slave owners were not polite either.

The scholar sighed. At this moment, he was really desperate for these guys who were not academic but could only play with knives, but what else could he do? He could only explain in simpler and easier to understand words:

"He used a method that killed a thousand enemies and damaged himself eight hundred to seal all the relics of the Creator in our hands. Except for those items that can operate without a driver, now all the relics of the Creator in our hands have become

It's scrap metal.

How cruel.

Anyway, come here quickly, we must release all the temporarily stored data before the Bioinformation Library of Life Greenhouse enters the freeze command, otherwise we will lose them forever."

"I said, speak human language."

The slave owner rubbed his eyebrows and said:

"You have to at least let me know what you want me to do for you?"

"Members of your faction and my followers of the Mechanicum! Idiots! Don't you understand?"

The scholar finally broke out, roaring in the psychic communication:

"The chief monk and I promised to help you rebuild the faction. That is not an excuse to deceive you into working hard! Your faction members all had a physical examination with me when they joined, and their biological information was stored in the life greenhouse by me.

They need to be cloned in batches to come back to life.

Of course, souls and consciousness are not coded, so they will randomly 'lose' something when they are resurrected, but at least you can see them again.

The same treatment was done to my dead followers in Port Chardeau, and I did not give up on them.

This is what I call ‘truth’!

In fact, if your disciple Penny was not so unlucky that she was injured half-dead by the purifying energy of God's scepter, causing her life information to be damaged, I would not need to take her to Port Shardau, and I could resurrect her in the Life Greenhouse.

Anyway, come here quickly!

The resuscitation program is trying its best to delay the freezing order of the bioinformation bank, but it can last up to seven days. If you can't make it, don't blame us for not helping."

"I'll leave right away!"

When Sariv heard that his faction could be reborn through cloning, he immediately prepared to take his prisoners with him, but a few seconds later he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"You just said that Murphy used a mysterious method to seal all the Creator's Weapons we have on hand, the power armor over there in the New World."

"It's no longer usable. Before the driver is rewritten, it's just a pile of meaningless scrap metal."

The scholar said angrily:

"So next we have to go there to take those unlucky ones trapped there back to the old continent, and the sooner the better. Without the blessing of the power of the Creator, they will definitely have to

Eaten alive by the angry Aztecs.”

"The question is how to get there?"

The slave owner felt very absurd and asked:

"The shuttle is out of control. We have no means to cross the foggy sea in a short time. Do we have to row across it?"

"You don't have to worry about it. I have my own way. Who said we have to cross the sea to reach the New World? Alas, I underestimated Murphy, and I paid the price for it. The Life Greenhouse project will be postponed again.

.

But I estimate that the chief monk has been tortured by Murphy's decisive coward by now, and he won't have time to reprimand us."

——

"What's going on? What are you talking about! What happened to the twelve golden people?!"

In the same Zhaixing Building, in the same Qintian Prison, Master Jiantiansi's voice rose an octave, and he was dumbfounded by the bad news he had heard.

In front of him, several subordinates who had even lost their shoes rushed over in a hurry and said in unison:

"The Twelve Golden Man has shut down and suddenly stopped moving. The scene was so scary. It is said that even His Majesty's anti-gravity chariot was smashed down from Yuxiao Mountain. Sir, please prepare quickly. I think you will need it soon."

He was recruited into the palace."

"Then why don't you change your clothes quickly? Hurry and prepare all the tools for divination. Where is the stargazer? Stop trying to fish, cancel your vacation and come back quickly to prepare for the divination event. If it makes His Majesty unhappy, we will

All of them will lose their heads!"

The usually majestic Jian Tiansi was trembling when he spoke now. While he was urging his subordinates to do things quickly, he changed into his court uniform. As soon as he put on his crown, a Moon Vulture Knight came to announce the decree.

.

It's a really big deal that all the twelve Golden Guardians shut down their computers at the same time.

After all, in the ancient country of Kalum, the twelve golden men have always been a symbol of suppressing the national destiny. Wouldn't the suspension of the golden men mean hiss? Some dare not think about it. After all, their nine tribes are not wholesaled from Shibosi market.

"Look what all this fuss is about!"

Lord Supervisor Tiansi took the divination tools and prepared to meet the Dragon Emperor, while complaining to his most trusted subordinate:

"Previously, Mao Shen caused chaos outside the territory, and it hasn't subsided for a month. Now we have encountered such a fatal errand. I think this troubled times is really coming."

"Hey, troubled times have been coming for a long time, sir. The results of our star divination in the past few years have always been bad, so everyone is prepared."

The subordinate helped the master pick up the armillary sphere with a wink, looked around again, and whispered:

"I heard something that will cheer you up. One-third of the flying boats in the Tianzhou Division fell down, and some fell down and hit innocent people. Only those craftsmen from the Hundred Crafts Division imitated them.

The Flying Boat is still functioning.

Hehe, Mr. Zhao is in big trouble this time."

"Oh, this is indeed the only good thing among all the bad things. I have long said that Lao Zhao will have Mercury retrograde this year, but he still doesn't believe it. He said that I told him bad fortune. Now you see, I am the real master of magic."

Master Jian Tiansi suddenly became happy when he heard that his old enemy was in trouble, and even walked with wind in his eyes.

Before he got on his one-eyed star crow and prepared to go to predict bad luck for His Majesty, he first observed the celestial phenomena and then pinched his fingers to calculate mentally several times. The spiritual energy of the twinkling stars entwined and spread out on the fingers of Supervisor Tiansi, and finally formed

Complex hexagrams.

He read it carefully and felt relieved.

"The Nine Provinces National Defense Formation is operating well, the Ten Thousand Miles Dragon Backbone suppresses evil spirits, the Yunlan Nine Cauldrons are still full of blessings, and there are no strange phenomena in the Haiyuan Fish and Dragon Kingdom. It seems that this extraterritorial disaster will not be able to affect our heavenly dynasty for the time being. However.

This incident is definitely related to the artifact left behind by the Creator God. It seems that the allies who follow the Creator God thousands of miles away are in trouble.

However, although the hexagrams are bad, they are signs of a life of nine deaths. If you can live towards death and find that glimmer of hope, there will be a good omen of a fish leaping over the dragon's gate.

It’s weird, it’s weird, I’ve never seen such a weird hexagram in my life.”

"My lord, what are you mumbling about?"

The Moon Eagle Knight who accompanied Jian Tiansi to Yuxiao Mountain heard this fortune-telling chatter and couldn't help but ask:

"But I have a premonition of a crisis? Do I need to wait and report it to the commander?"

"There's no need to report it. Your Majesty is still waiting there. Let's speed up, okay? Why are there flames soaring into the sky on Yuxiao Mountain? Could it be that there are thieves assassinating the king?"

"Well, that's the place where His Majesty's royal chariot crashed. The anti-gravity engine stopped immediately and came without any warning. Fortunately, Your Majesty didn't fly too high when he went out to observe the scenery. Fortunately, he was protected by the Red Blood Shadow Guards of the Inner Palace Department.

Lord, otherwise Your Majesty will probably get some skin."

"What nonsense are you talking about! This is clearly your majesty's great blessing and the genius of Qi is protected by Yunlan Tianzun. This exactly shows that our majesty is virtuous."

"Choo Choo Choo"

The one-eyed star crow under Lord Supervisor Tiansi also made a flattering cry, indicating that the Lord was right!

While the Far East is in chaos, the "Friends of the Celestial Dynasty" as Lord Supervisor Tiansi calls them has become a complete mess.

Just like the embarrassing incident when the Dragon Emperor's anti-gravity chariot stopped when he went out to enjoy the scenery, the Pharaoh also encountered a terrible scene when his car crashed. The only difference was that the scene caused by His Majesty the Pharaoh was a bit big.

The "Millennium Quicksand" was making an emergency landing in a lying position in the thousands of miles of yellow sand of the Songhai Empire. Thousands of scarab guards were surrounding the landing site with water, and the Pharaoh himself was sitting on a temporary

Under the tent he set up, he looked at his ship that had crash-landed in the desert with a suspicious look.

There are still bruises on his head, but fortunately, he pays attention to physical exercise and is really lucky, so the Pharaoh did not suffer more persecution. However, there are still many priests of the Sun Church around the solar ship who are there to save people.

What they rescued were the most loyal quicksand guards of the Pharaoh. Those powerful warriors wearing the armor of the gods encountered the most miserable scene in their lives.

Because the driver of the power armor was formatted, they were stuck in the stopped power armor and had no way to escape on their own. A large number of royal craftsmen were sweating and using various tools to dismantle the armor of the God of Samurai.

The automatic tools that are usually very easy to use have shut down, leaving the craftsmen to manually drive screws to try to disassemble those bulky weapons.

"So, is the Holy City of Creation okay?"

The Pharaoh withdrew his gaze from the lively rescue scene in front of him and turned to look at the important minister beside him with a dull expression. The latter replied with an embarrassed look:

"Your Majesty, we can't contact you. Except for the ones we imitated, all the communication devices left by the Creator have failed. However, the pterodactyl knights have looked at it from a high altitude. The glow of the Holy City of Creation still shines in the sky. Nothing is wrong there.

But something happened everywhere except there.

We activated the shaman's wind-whispering spell and learned that, like your ship, other solar ships have been shut down. At present, it is initially determined that the main control program has been remotely formatted, not just the ship, but everything related to the Creator.

Relics are no longer usable, except for items that do not require a driver to function.

The city defense matrix of the Ptolemaic Royal City has also been shut down, and you must rush back immediately to take charge of the royal capital."

"I want to know why this is happening?"

Pharaoh said:

"This incident happened without warning, and the masters in the country didn't have any forebodings. How could it happen so suddenly? Are there any omens behind this incident that can be interpreted?"

"Perhaps a fallen evil has interfered with our sacred connection with the Creator?"

A royal priest whispered:

"Such things have happened before, Your Majesty. There were similar records during the Mamluk rebellion. We call it the Mamluks' betrayal of their belief in the Creator and thus the divine punishment."

""

Pharaoh shook his head.

He didn't believe this statement, and just when he wanted to think about it alone, he suddenly heard an announcement that Bayek, the chief priest of the Holy City of the Moon, had arrived and urgently asked to see the Pharaoh, saying that he had something important to report.

A few minutes later, in the Pharaoh's camp, Priest Bayek, who was dressed as a mummy but wore a very ritualistic priest's robe, handed a scroll to the Pharaoh.

As we all know, the spirit of Priest Bayek has ascended to Hades.

All that remains in the world is his faded body, and he has not used language to communicate with others for a long time.

The Pharaoh took the scroll and opened it, and immediately raised his eyebrows. After reading it carefully, he thought for a moment, looked at the Moon Priest in front of him, and said:

"Do you really think that the divine trial given to the Songhai people by the Creator has begun?"

"Um."

Bayek nodded and made a nasal noise, and in the next moment he used a mental vibration to inform the Pharaoh of his thoughts. He said:

"The citizens need a lofty enough explanation to appease their wandering hearts. If the facts cannot be changed, then the monarch must choose the one with the least turmoil from all the consequences of the decision.

Rushing to announce that the trial is coming will certainly cause unnecessary waves, but compared to the vicious explanation of being excommunicated and not allowed to use artifacts because of losing the care of the Creator, the test in the name of faith is destined to unite most people.

Your Majesty, a storm has blown in the desert.

If we complete this trial, the desert people will truly return to the embrace of the Creator; if we fail miserably on the way, the lies that have been maintained for thousands of years will end with the most honorable ending.

Are the Songhai people just greedy for power?

Or are you really willing to sacrifice everything for the Creator?

It’s time to set out to find the answer that’s both anticipated and daunting.”

()


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next