1795 Gods and Slaves

Style: Science Author: phantomWords: 2317Update Time: 24/01/12 06:21:10
Fifth update, end/sleep!

"sit."

Jikesu gestured to Ye Zhongming and gave this excellent trash a very high treatment.

Being able to sit in front of the Chief Technical Officer, even the masked warriors may not have this honor.

But Ye Zhongming didn't know this. Since it was called to sit, just sit down. He sat directly on the chair. When he saw a cup in front of him that was exactly the same as the old man's, he picked it up and drank all the liquid in it.

It's a little bitter, but then it's sweet.

Jikesu looked at this scene with a half-smile, feeling that this lucky guy was being excused.

"Aren't you afraid it's venom?"

Ye Zhongming glanced at the cup of the old man opposite him, feeling eager to try it.

"I drank a lot. This is a fragrant paddle. It can refresh the mind and clear the brain, and it can also treat internal injuries. But drinking too much will paralyze the nerves and cause slow reaction." Jixu picked up the cup and drank it himself. Ye Zhongming said it straight in his heart.

The King of Genting was injured before, and after drinking this, he felt much better.

"Expressing recklessness is not a good way to protect yourself."

Jikesu would not believe that a guy who could draw inferences from one instance and still retain two-thirds of his inherent skills would be a reckless person.

Ye Zhongming was not embarrassed after being exposed, and laughed: "There is a saying in my hometown that children who can scream will get milk."

Jikesu thought about the meaning and smiled happily.

"Tell me what kind of milk you want."

"you are?"

Jikesu introduced his identity to Ye Zhongming, and also briefly talked about the situation of the Star Eye Clan. Two clan leaders, three troops of masked warriors, and functional departments such as the training department, technical department, and logistics department.

Not complicated, but very efficient to use.

Strictly speaking, this is not what a real race looks like. If you want to truly control a race, it involves all aspects of things. Just these departments are definitely not enough. Ye Zhongming is very strange in his heart.

This is actually more like a company.

Perhaps seeing the doubts in Ye Zhongming's heart, Jixu became more solemn and said: "The place where you are now is outside your planet and in the universe. This place is actually a man-made fortress that is half biological and half mechanical."

Jikesu clicked on the table, and the tabletop that Ye Zhongming thought was metal suddenly lit up, projecting a soft light upward like flowing water. The brightness and color were different, forming a holographic image.

Is that a spherical building? Ye Zhongming can only describe it this way, because the artificial traces on it are very obvious⊥It's like a layer of skin wrapping a metal ball, showing a unique luster in some places.

Ye Zhongming looked at it and suddenly asked how big the sphere was.

Jixu thought for a moment, then lowered his head and slid a few times on his approximately three-inch wristband, and said, "The use is three point five sixty four times that of the planet you are on."

Ye Zhongming almost fell off his chair.

Is it this big? Artificially made?

Before, Ye Zhongming didn't think it was a fortress at all. He thought it was a brand new planet.

Jikesu smiled bitterly, "There is nothing we can do about this."

After finishing speaking, he collected his emotions and said: "You can call it Jibubu No. 5. Jibubu is the dialect of a certain race. When translated into dark language, it means survivor."

Survivor 5?

Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes. The name itself meant a lot.

"There are seven artificial stars like this in the universe."

"All the races in the universe are concentrated on it." Jixu's words shocked Ye Zhongming greatly.

All races in the universe do not live on their respective home planets, but on this artificial star?

What about their home planet?

"It's been ruined."

Ye Zhongming opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Because of roulette and slaves."

The King of Clouds' hands were shaking a little under the table. He knew that the answer he had been pursuing since his rebirth was about to be revealed. At this moment, he actually felt nervous as if he was close to home.

"You know God, your motherhood also has such a legend."

Jixu knocked on the table, and he didn't know what was touched. The two cups slowly merged into the table. When they reappeared a few seconds later, they were filled with the same fragrant paddles as before.

But at this moment, Ye Zhongming had no intention of studying this, and just looked at the old man in front of him intently.

"God actually has nothing to do with ability, only faith." After saying something that Ye Zhongming couldn't quite understand, the old man continued: "It's just a mysterious, powerful race that far exceeds our knowledge. In our eyes, they are omnipotent, and they help the lives on backward planets to get out of their home planets, enter the universe, and truly understand the existing space."

"The maker of the roulette wheel?" Ye Zhongming asked tentatively.

"Yes, the maker of the roulette wheel." Jixu's voice was low, as if what he was saying was not a pleasant thing.

"Unfortunately, God is also selfish."

"Their purpose is not only to help the life on these planets improve their technological level, move towards the universe, and move towards the interstellar era, but also to create warriors to fight against their enemies."

Jixu drank all the liquid in the cup, as if he wanted to drink away some bad emotions.

"There is a price to pay for making warriors."

The two of them were silent for a while, but Ye Zhongming said in a suppressed voice: "Book? Transformation into a corpse?"

Jixu thought for a while and nodded: "Although it's not called that, I can understand it. It means what you think."

"The rule of the universe is survival of the fittest, but our God has shortened this process to an instant, and then continues to use this rule to select people who can help them."

Ye Zhongming clenched his fists, thinking that it was the day of the end of the world, and there were many faces that were actually blurred and collapsed in pain when they saw their loved ones turning into monsters in front of them.

God is so cruel and cold before giving.

Ye Zhongming believed that with this so-called god's ability, they could be less cruel and could accomplish it through layers of hard work, but why would they resort to such violent means?

Is life so cheap in their eyes?

It's not that Ye Zhongming is compassionate, but that God's choice is so cruel that it's outrageous.

"You have never approached God. Do you want an explanation?"

Ye Zhongming asked Jixu in front of him with slightly red eyes.

Jack Su smiled bitterly, "We can't find God, so we can only do things according to their instructions, their rules, and the framework they set for us."

"Can't find it?" Ye Zhongming didn't quite understand, how could he not find it? How did you put the roulette wheel on the earth if you couldn't find God?

"If you can't find God, what about their enemies? Can't you find them either? Are they still enemies?"

Jike Suyi, "The enemy is the enemy, not only of God, but also of all our lives."

A name flashed through his mind instantly, and Ye Zhongming spoke it out of his mouth.

"Slave clan?"

"Yes, slave." Jixu tapped the table again, and a brand new projection appeared in front of Ye Zhongming. It was a deep space in the universe. The old man pointed at a place.

"Then, they are slaves."

Mobile reading visit: m.