The moment he saw the altar of reincarnation, Gavalal realized what kind of fate he had to accept. Gavalal, who had collapsed, even regained part of his sanity.
"I am the god here! I am the extension of the will of the Ashodha tree! How dare you do this to me!" Garvalal easily broke away from Atham and kicked the four-armed dwarf to the ground.
: "How can you not kneel down when you see me..."
Tanguy, who was temporarily forgotten by Gavaral due to his self-protection mechanism, shot two bullets through his knees from behind, causing the noble god to kneel down first.
When Gavalal looked at Tangji with unbelievable anger, that expression made Tangji feel inexplicably better.
It was as if he had just realized that Tang Ji was behind him, and complex expressions such as fear, unwillingness, anger and grievance appeared on his face.
At this moment, Tang Ji even wanted to open his brain and see what kind of weird protection mechanism was designed inside, which could make him really forget about himself under extreme fear...
Tang Ji is so old that he has never taken action against a strange opponent. His indifference when doing evil is almost out of proportion to his weakness when he suffers revenge. He is like a child who has not grown up.
Tang Ji has never encountered such a tasteless opponent. In comparison, even the gangsters in the street gangs are more responsible. At least they will not pee in fear for the sake of their fame.
"You're starting to make me feel sick." Tangji frowned as he looked at Gavalal's rapidly recovering wound.
Such a weak person made Tang Ji feel as uncomfortable as punching cotton. In comparison, how could he dare to be so provocative before?
What made Tang Ji even more irritated was that after hearing Gawalal's words, many of the Dalits around him knelt on the ground piously, as if they did not dare to witness the humiliation of the gods.
Even Atham seemed a little timid.
Tang Ji did not feel much anger from the hearts of these Dalits. Some people did not deserve redemption at all.
"Get in, I have no patience anymore, let's end this quickly, I don't care what will happen to this damn place after you die." Tangji kicked Gavalar's recovering knee to pieces.
: "I just want to see you die."
"I can trade! I have the skills..." Gavalal screamed and kept repeating: "Let me go! Let me go!"
When Tang Ji raised his feet again, Gavalal ignored the pain on his body and rushed over, kissing Tang Ji's tactical boots hard: "I'm still useful! I'm useful!"
Tanguy grabbed Gavaral's shoulders and pulled him off his legs. Gavaral broke four of his fingers because of too much force.
As Tangji threw him out, Gavalal rolled forward, getting closer and closer to the Altar of Reincarnation.
"If I die, everyone in this place will die!" Gawalal grabbed a Dalit who was kneeling by the roadside and shouted at him: "Kill him! Otherwise you won't be able to live even if I die!"
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What surprised Tang Ji was that the Dalit had the courage to stand up and stand in front of him.
Tang Ji slapped him, his huge head turned 720 degrees on his slender neck, and fell straight to the ground.
Gavaral watched Tangji coming over, and moved back on the floor in horror: "Don't kill me! If I die, this place will be completely destroyed!"
"Don't let him come near me! You idiots! Damn you slaves!" Gawalar looked at the Dalits kneeling on both sides and reached out to pull them away angrily.
But even if their ears were torn apart, these Dalits still knelt on the ground, said nothing, and engaged in non-violent non-cooperation...
"Sir!" A voice appeared behind Tang Ji, and the white-haired man who had previously stood up to condemn Atham stood up.
"Please have mercy on me, sir!" Bai Mao stood in front of Li Rufeng and begged sincerely: "Please have mercy on me, sir. You have also heard that if he dies, there will be problems with the supply of the entire Amaropati."
Tangji ignored the voices behind him, but these Dalits seemed to regard this as their victory, and they all made threatening hisses.
Bai Mao knocked on the floor hard. A large number of Dalits blocked the road leading to the altar of reincarnation. Some of them were numb, some were like walking zombies, and some were kneeling in the middle of the road, acting as roadblocks.
"Sir, unless you step over our corpses!" Bai Mao said hastily: "We are determined!"
But in the end, these Dalits got out of the way, because Tang Ji really stepped on their corpses and continued to move forward. He didn't care what was blocking the road.
Tangji held Gavalal's hair with one hand and threw this arrogant man into the biomass recycling cabin. He took one last look at Atham and waited for him to make a choice.
Should you be a unique loner, or choose to be lost among all living beings?
Atham saw Tangji's eyes, and he felt frightened by the Asura's encouragement and kindness. He seemed to hear Kidara saying in his ear, go quickly, don't hesitate.
But the reality is that when other Dalits looked at the monster, Atham flinched. He lied. He simply did not have the courage to execute such a god.
Tangji gave up. He didn't want to waste time here. He walked straight into the altar of reincarnation, ignored Gavalal's flattery and curses, and pressed the start button.
Afterwards, Tang Ji walked out of the altar of reincarnation and closed the door.
The first thing to start moving were the gears on the outer ring, which were mainly used to cut prey into small pieces. Gavaral's screams out of fear even overwhelmed the sound of the grinder starting up.
It was too ugly to watch, and too ugly to listen to. Tang Ji watched the central gear start with a blank expression, making Gavaral's screams add a bit of hysteria out of thin air.
He was almost scared to death. There was a smile on Tang Ji's lips, and he began to enjoy it.
However, when the pulverizer had just cut off Gavalal's limbs, something disappointing happened and the machine stopped!
The system detected the blood belonging to the Nihelu Gandi family, activated the protection function, and directly bounced the lever back.
Maybe it's for cost-saving reasons, maybe it's for other reasons. In short, the Nihelu Gandi family has set up similar insurance measures at the biomass recycling terminal, but when it is actually applied to the reincarnation altar, the original ones are used.
Knife gate insurance...
"Hahahaha! You can't kill me! I've already figured it out! You can't kill me in this way!" Gavalal came back to his senses in fear and fell into hysteria again, shouting: "This is
My country, I will live forever here!"
As the altar of reincarnation was opened again, Gavalal's wild laughter echoed in the corridor: "None of these things can kill me, they dare not hurt me!"
Atham's eyes widened. He didn't know or understand why he smashed Kidala's altar of reincarnation and refused to hurt the god without dignity.
If the gods refuse to die, does the idea of reincarnation really exist? Who should Kidara's soul turn to to prove that he is innocent?
An unknown fire burned in Atham's heart. He had always been a coward, and he could only risk his own life when it came to his wife.
Atham pushed aside the other Dalits and did not dare to look at the black-clad Asura out of shame.
He just rushed into the altar of reincarnation, walked around the crippled god on the ground, closed the start switch again with his hand, and watched the door slowly close.
"If you are not willing to die to forgive my wife's sins, what qualifications do you have to be a god?" Atham looked at Gavalar and murmured to himself: "He is right, we are all human beings.
..”
"Idiot, if I die, everyone here will die!" Gavalar looked at his rapidly recovering limbs and squirmed like a worm, trying to stay away from the saw teeth.
But it was meaningless. The restarted pulverizer was like a file, processing the flesh and blood of Gavalar bit by bit.
Ghavral, who had added the gluttony gene fragment, was guilty for a while, and the bravest among the Dalits, Atham, actually lost his life eight seconds after the crusher started.
The entire lower body was crushed by the grinder.
Atham's remaining upper body is still firmly hung on the old-fashioned electric switch. The knife switch cannot be detached due to gravity. He forcibly starts the grinder and grinds Gavalar into recyclable biomass bit by bit.
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But one thing Garvalal did not lie was that he did have a trump card. Once his heart stopped, the nuclear bomb located in the middle of Amaropati would detonate within ninety seconds, leaving nothing for the intruders.
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However, the electronic systems of the Nihelu Gandi family were basically all provided by the Rothschild family. With the death of Gavalal, the entire system lost its highest authority. The ghost completed the system coverage in the blink of an eye and removed the activated nuclear bomb.
Killed.
They need the biotechnology of the Nihelu Gandi family, and the dead are not qualified to reject the living.
...
"We just received a mysterious email from an unknown source." Paulina Kubera handed a piece of information to Markarian for review.
After two months, Markarian finally had an office of a suitable size where he could sit comfortably on the sofa and work.
"I remember that 80% of the emails we receive every day are mysterious emails. How is this different?" Markarian looked unsurprised.
Since the ghost defected, their network security has become a joke. Key information can only be sent through the player forum, but that requires data conversion after all. Some things with relatively large amounts of data still need to be sent through the network of this world.
And that is equivalent to sending a clear message, directly copied to the whole world...
The defected ghosts will also regularly publish their email addresses as entertainment. Now all fans around the world who want to communicate with players face-to-face have the opportunity. At most, they can receive 6.5 million emails every day.
The same is true for Markarian and his personal communication numbers. None of them can escape the eyes of ghosts, so that their current communication with the naturalized people can only rely on the dimensional gate ability users, using handwritten letters back and forth, as if they returned to the world overnight.
middle Ages.
"The news in this email is about Tang Ji's recent movements." Paulina handed the tablet to Markarian: "He is destroying a group of organizations called Tianren. According to the content of this email,
You see, the early actions of the Pioneers were only successfully implemented under the secret planning of the Celestial Being Organization."
"So, is someone helping us share Tang Ji's pressure?" Markarian asked with a relaxed expression: "Does our database have relevant information about this organization? Oh, I forgot, we don't have a database now.
So what does this matter have to do with us?”
Seeing Markarian turn off the tablet directly, Paulina shrugged, turned and left his office, and closed the door thoughtfully.
Markarian looked at Paulina's back and smiled bitterly. Those pioneers submitted an evacuation request fifteen days ago on the grounds that the pioneering act had been completed and they wanted to go to other worlds and assume more important responsibilities.
This application was rejected by the company as expected. They could not allow these insiders to return. They also need more uninformed players to enter the world.
Since then, the relationship between the Trail Blazers and Markarian has officially reached a freezing point. The Trail Blazers are now in a semi-independent state. They are perfect in terms of rules and regulations, but they will never cooperate with Markarian.
Do anything practical.
For example, Markarian did not have the manpower to investigate this Celestial Organization that suddenly appeared. The pioneers were non-violent and non-cooperative, while the players were trapped in the special zone and could not extricate themselves.
A total of 7,100 players entered this world and then sprinkled it into the three existing special zones. It was like spilling water into the sea, with no effect at all.
The leader of an anti-player organization named Shepard circulated a large number of recorded videos in the special zone. In conjunction with her explanation, they quickly circulated on the underground network.
The direct result is that more and more people understand what a player is and how these players occupy so many bodies.
This is a very negative publicity. Both sides are boiling frogs in warm water. Now it’s time to see whose frog can withstand boiling better.
At this moment, Paulina, who had gone out before, knocked on the door again and came back: "There is a guest without an appointment who wants to talk to you. I took the liberty of agreeing to your request."
"Who is it?" Markarian turned to look at Paulina, who had already opened the dimensional door on her own initiative.
"Hello, visitors from a foreign land, I welcome you on behalf of the Habsburg family." A man in a casual suit walked out of the dimensional door. Paulina winked at him and disappeared outside the door again.
"Are you a member of that celestial being organization?" Markarian glanced at the information and asked, "Are you Otto von Habsburg himself?"
"Mr. Otto? No, of course not. I am his personal assistant." The man smiled and waved his hand: "The purpose of my coming here is very simple. I am here to donate money."
"So, how much do we need to spend to make up for the harm Mr. Otto has done to you and your organization by choosing to side with us in this crisis?"