My Time Travel Phone

"I know you, Silver Moon God, you have risen in about ten years and have been judged by the intelligent system to lead the world to win the war and have won a lot of merit. The vertex novel is updated the fastest"

The old man looked at him with a very kind eyes: "You are great, you are worth remembering for future generations, your merits should be recorded with the highest grade jade stone! And even before the ancient times, people created the temple In a difficult war, few people can match your merits. "

Anyang listened, but his eyes were getting colder and colder, his fingers hitting the desktop unconsciously: "It ’s no longer the era of the temple, no one needs to be sure of my merits. We wo n’t use stone steles of various materials anymore. Recording the achievements of people, even the stone tablets you have left, have already been destroyed in war! "

The old man felt what he meant, but still disagreed, and smiled indifferently: "You are lost, boy."

Anyang glanced at him, not answering, but circled around the console, looking at the people lying in the dorm one by one, the expression on his face was unpredictable.

These people are all dressed in robes, apparently the religious rulers of the temple.

Xiao Chan was behind him, about a meter away, neither near nor far, but it was closer than before.

Angel stood by the console with a slightly complicated expression.

The old man turned in circles as he walked, and the projection projected him faintly glowing with white light, like the gods in a lot of film and television works: "Child, although you have great achievements, your army is still provided to you by the temple for free. of……"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Anyang: "So what do you want me to do?"

The old man pointed to these dormant warehouses: "Have you seen them? These are the sages of the former temple. They have wisdom beyond ordinary people. Only under their leadership can this land become prosperous and powerful. And my system has been around for thousands of years. There is a slight damage in the middle, and you ca n’t open the dormant warehouse. As the **** general of the temple, you should release them first. "

"No, no, you made a few mistakes." Anyang shook his head and lifted his sleeves. "First of all, I am no longer the **** general. You see, I haven't even brought the heart of the **** general. Ten to hundreds of years later, the last **** in the world will die old, and then there will be no god. "

"Secondly, these people are not sages, they are just a group of cowards, who abandoned their lands and subjects when the war was defeated, went to faraway space, and hided in this small metal box, an unconscious escaper!"

"They let this land be ravaged and give the destiny of civilians to themselves and let them struggle!"

"If the world can't restore peace, this dormant warehouse is their coffin! And when brave people, after thousands of years of war, countless deaths and injuries, finally won, you actually jumped out and want to receive the fruits of victory! It's more than cowardly, Shameless! Greedy! I do n’t know what it means! "

Anyang's face was low and he stared at the old man on the projection. Yu Guang swept the rest of the soldiers and paused before saying: "And under the rule of this cowardly group, this land will never be prosperous, They will only be subjected to new oppression, or a new war of destruction several years later, and then you guys? Run again? "

The old man still had a kind expression on his face, but he was also sluggish.

Obviously, what Anyang said requires too strong a logical reasoning ability, and he is just ai that comes with a dormant warehouse. It is inevitable that it will be difficult to understand such an explanation.

It took a long time for him to avoid this problem and said, "But do n’t forget, my child, all the troops you have now are made by us. Heavenly soldiers have rules of heavenly soldiers. You think if you resist the temple, they will Follow your orders? "

Anyang glanced at the expressions of An Qi and the few nearby soldiers, and sneered: "You can turn off the altar, anyway, I also take him useless, you can also turn off all the systems I use now, I will build it myself, as for Heavenly soldier ... "

He paused, and a single-handed energy pistol appeared in his hand: "They are life, not machines!"

"boom!"

The blue energy bullet flashed through the air, hitting a dormant warehouse and directly destroying it along with several dormant warehouses around it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

The white cold air source keeps rising.

The people in the dormant warehouse have long been shattered.

Heavenly soldiers are still expressionless.

The old man ’s face has not changed, and his tone is still kind, but the words are obviously blamed: "Young Silver Moon God General, you have violated the highest rules of the temple. If you admit it wrong, you may still be forgiven by the Supreme God Trust me, your merits are enough to offset this guilt, otherwise, if ...

"How about otherwise?" Anyang aimed at the other dorms, but did not pull the trigger.

"Otherwise we will immediately notify all the gods in the world. I know they submitted an attachment application to you, but these are just a bunch of data for the temple, and we can revoke the application on the **** system at any time! After all, your management of them is not monolithic. After all, you will admit that we will resist under our call ... "

"boom!"

Another explosion.

Anyang once again destroyed several dormant warehouses.

This time it seemed that the line of the sleeping cabin was also broken, and the figure of the old man began to drift.

"You ... you will be ..."

Anyang stared at him calmly and said, "I saw the words No. 14 in the dormant warehouse on it, so how many dormant warehouses are there?"

"One hundred ... twenty-seven."

"Asshole!" Anyang whispered in a low voice.

There are about fifty people in a dorm, 127, which means more than 6,000 people. It can completely encompass the high-level ruling body of a huge empire.

This also means that when the shrine is on the verge of defeat, although the shrine is very awakened in the eyes of future generations and has planned the "Salvation Plan" with one hand, this group of **** secretly sent all ruling classes into space Go to sleep to escape war and death. Leave all suffering to the world and wait for the victory of the war before returning.

They still want to restore their former domination!

Not only Anyang will agree, even if these heavenly soldiers made by the temple, after some world events, they will no longer treat dogma as a death rule, and they will not agree with them.

It is estimated that only those recruits who have just been created will still use the temple as the goal of lifelong protection.

Heavenly soldiers are humans, not machines.

People will change.

Some Heavenly Soldiers have been fighting mechanical creatures all their lives, and have experienced the cruelest things for any life. They live for battle does not mean that they have no sense of the sky-high artillery and the death of their companions. When resting, it is difficult to tell whether they are loyal to the temple or the general, or only to their faith in their hearts.

There used to be rumors that Heavenly Soldiers killed their gods, and there were Heavenly Soldiers defecting. What else could they not do?

Anyang knows this well, so he can lead Tianbing into here calmly, without worrying that the shadow mech, which is not his own, suddenly burst and killed himself here.

What he said just now was not about this machine intelligence, but about other heavenly soldiers.

"Kill these people who abandoned Pallans, leaving only one with the smallest official position." Anyang said, and immediately walked out of the dormant warehouse.

"Yes, general!"

A shadow mecha took out the laser sword.

When he stepped out of the dormant cabin, there was a cutting noise inside, accompanied by the snorting noise of oxygen and cold air and some special gases running out of the dormant cabin when it burst.

The rain is still raining and it doesn't stop.

The little fox next to him sniffed his nose gently, frowning his white eyebrows, as if he smelled bloody.

In front of a huge and magnificent city with a sense of science fiction and magic stands upright, with a huge white ball shield on the top of the head, towering into the cloud, the translucent material exudes a white glow faintly, which adds to the city. A little sacred feeling.

Occasionally flying in the sky with organic nails, like bees surrounding a huge beehive.

Anyang walked out a few steps, and suddenly stopped again, only to the height of his waist and slammed into him.

Xiao Chan, with her head down, took two quick steps back, and her delicate cheeks turned red: "Sorry ... sorry, ah!"

In her smart and clear eyes, the huge city was fading away from the defensive mask, like peeling off the coat from the top, gradually dispersing this layer of sacredness.

Anyang narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, his expression quickly recovered indifferently: "Go."

He took out a sapphire ancient sword out of thin air in his hand, pinched a sword tactic and threw it on the ground, the ancient sword suspended in the air, and he turned around and grabbed Xiao Chan's neckline and stepped up.

The little fox first struggled twice, and soon he faltered, his eyes narrowed nervously.

Suddenly, Gu Jian flew upward obliquely.

Several shadow mechas also followed the sky!

In Silvermoon City, civilians were in a panic.

No matter what they were just doing, they put down the things at hand and looked at the sky at a loss.

Although the war is now over, and the mechanical bio-factory in space has also fallen into failure for some reason, it is now very rare to put troops on Pallans. And even if they put large-scale troops on the ground again, they will not pose a threat to the silver moon empire that now occupies the ground and is iron. Theoretically, the defensive shield is not very useful.

But they still inevitably panic.

For many people, they will hardly step out of the generals in their lives, which means that they will live under this defensive mask all their lives. This mask means a sense of security.

Anyang flew straight across the sky without stopping.

Back at the castle, the interior officials were in a panic.

Anyang first calmed their emotions and immediately ordered: "Comfort the civilians immediately."

The officials of the internal affairs took orders to deal with it.

Anyang sat in the office and waited.

Xiao Chan's face was still a little red. She timidly brought him a cup of tea and put it on the table, standing beside him and waiting.

Anyang nodded and got used to it.

All along, as long as he is in front of her, this little fox has always played the role of a little maid.

Soon after, An Qifengfenghuo came in.

"General, the shrine intelligent center remotely closed our shields, and remotely disconnected us from all **** generals, and also canceled the attachment relationship. Even the command system in the altar command room can not be used. And ... ... and some old mechas retain the mechanism authorized by the temple. These mechas are also locked and cannot be used. "

Anyang nodded: "Don't panic, isn't it something you expected? There are so many engineering arms in the sky soldier, shouldn't it be difficult for them to solve these things manually?"

"It should be fine ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then let them cut off the connection between the ground and the intelligent center of the temple, and then rebuild the network of the god! Then deal with those locked mechas!"

"Yes, general!"

"Use the communication network that comes with the badge, so that all gods will collect these fallen dormitories and hand them over to Silvermoon City. If anyone is awake, they must also hand it over! I must see the reply before this evening and tell them We know the number of dormitories, no one can be less! "

"Yes, general!"

"You go ahead and make arrangements, wait for us to have another important thing to do."

"Yes, general!"

Anyang listened to this sentence and heard a cocoon in his ear.

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