The game time has not yet come, but all the servants are already in place. In fact, from the moment the masters complete the summons, their game has already begun.
There are over 10 million participants from all over the world.
"Three summoners have died. They would rather die than participate in the war. All of them suffered from severe Mary's disease. It's really unlucky."
The projection of the silver-haired girl was reporting the situation to Su Ming, with a look of disgust on her pretty face:
"I don't know what brainwashed these guys. They are really anti-human. I just let the androids kill them and replace them with new ones to participate in the competition."
Her views are also very traditional. Human beings should be self-interested, full of desires and ambitions. This is the driving force for human progress.
Guys like those who would rather give up their own interests and die than harm others violate human instinct and are like saplings that have grown crooked. The adjutant simply helped Superboy clean them up.
Humanity does not need the Holy Mother, this is the way to transcendence.
In the past, humans have surpassed various beasts and exceeded the limitations of the natural environment. What we need to do in the future is to surpass humans themselves.
There is no value in existence for a waste that is unwilling to participate in the Holy Jar War without the help of the servants. It is better to die early and be reborn, and send the soul to death to reuse the waste.
Su Ming, who was playing with figures and coloring them together, nodded, handed a floating figure thigh to Superboy, and said to the adjutant:
"You can just decide these little things. Now you can start the second step. I will activate the quantum concept to stop the chain reaction and make mankind's most powerful weapon unusable. And you can let the followers do something bad now.
, and then put the information online."
It is better to warm up the war before it starts and let people pay attention to these vicious cases. Then they will be more likely to accept a bigger disaster if it happens next.
"Okay, Sheriff, then I will start the second step of the plan. By the way, our androids have replaced some influential politicians and are ready to give Superboy a platform for action at any time."
The adjutant nodded. She looked at Superboy who was carefully assembling the figure, as if looking at the mud that couldn't hold up the wall.
His fighting ability is indeed very strong, but other aspects are too far behind. If he had a brain and dark thinking like Batman, he would be another Laughing Bat.
Superboy is just that kind of person. It’s useless no matter how much you dislike him. He is who he is and no one else.
The adjutant's projection disappeared, and she followed the plan. There was still one hour before the countdown to the start of the war.
"Why? Why did you kill them?!"
Pippi, who came back from looking for a gun, saw Huang Maoxia in a pool of blood on the second floor of the neighbor's house next door. The latter was lying on the big bed covered with blood, smoking a cigarette afterward.
In response to his question, the servant waved his hand indifferently:
"There is nothing we can do about it. I was originally talking to this lady." As he spoke, he hugged the beautiful corpse next to him, took a deep breath on her cut neck, and continued with a smile: "We are I was communicating with her, but her husband came back from get off work early and wanted to hit me, so I killed him."
His tone was so calm that killing a few people was like killing bugs in the garden, and it would not cause any emotional fluctuations in him.
Of course, as a bionic man, he does not have an emotion module installed. Creatures with that kind of function are mechanical gods made in the Dark Tower universe.
Pippi, a simple high school student, fell into fear, which is also the inevitable emotion when facing a strange murderer. His whole body was shaking like chaff. He pointed at Huang Maoxia with his finger, and it took him a long time to say one sentence:
"What about Mrs. Grey? She didn't mess with you!"
"After I killed her husband, she started screaming and it was annoying, so I killed her."
Huang Mao spread his hands, sat up from the bed, grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped the blood on his body:
"As soon as she screamed, her three children next door also started crying. They became even more annoyed, so I sent their whole family to heaven to reunite. Haha, I'm really soft-hearted. I just don't want to see other people's flesh and blood being separated, haha."
"You, you, me." Pippi was at a loss. He had never seen a dead person or a corpse, let alone a murder scene. Now he only felt that his eyes were blood red and he couldn't say anything.
I don’t know whether I was frightened by such a scene, or by Huang Maoxia’s anti-human outlook. In short, I felt like I was out of my mind.
"No more talking about you and me."
Huang Mao put on his pants and clothes, and straightened his hairstyle in front of the blood-spattered mirror:
"The Holy Jar War is about to begin. Why don't you let me relax? Don't you want to win? Don't forget, as long as we win, God can grant any wish you have. Do you hear me clearly? Any wish!"
Having said this, Pippi came back to his senses, and the huge benefits gave him renewed motivation.
Yes, he has no fighting power. If he wants to win the war, he must rely on his servants. His servant is indeed mentally ill, lustful and bloodthirsty, but he will be his only support for a period of time in the future.
Anyway, things have happened, so as long as we can win the game, what does the sacrifice of others mean? I am not familiar with my neighbor's family.
"I understand, you can do whatever you like. Here, I found the gun and the car keys." He took out a small pistol from his schoolbag and the neighbor's car keys he just got.
Yes, when he entered the house to look for Huang Mao and passed by the living room, he had already subconsciously taken the key that the deceased had left on the coffee table, as if he was under the influence of the servant.
"Hey, that's right." Huang Mao patted his shoulder with satisfaction, took the gun and smiled crookedly: "The war hasn't officially started yet, but we can prepare in advance now and gain some advantages. Let's go, I'll take the lead
You go rob an arms store and get some heavy weapons to use."
"Are you sure?" Pippi was a little worried.
"Of course, I used to be a superhero." As Huang Mao spoke, he performed a series of skills such as invisibility and fast movement: "You don't need to do anything, just help me drive a car and look out for wind on the road."
With that said, Huang Maoxia, like a real brother, hooked the boy's neck and pulled him on the journey.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the car, Pippi watched Huang Mao set a fire at his neighbor's house, turning all traces and evidence into a sea of flames. He sighed, and while waiting, he took out his mobile phone and went online to research about the word fire.
.
Unexpectedly, countless news appeared, just like ten minutes ago, people all over the world started to play with fire.
A fire like this that burned down a small western-style building is considered small-scale. Look at big cities like New York. Some people have already started burning skyscrapers.
After reading through these few news, Pippi's heart dropped back into her stomach. It seemed that compared to what her followers had done just now, it seemed that it was really nothing?