The Whole Country Develops a Different World

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The scene became extremely awkward in an instant, everyone was silent and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hello, hello, but, staring at this strangely dressed man in front of him, the members of the visiting group realized that although he was about 1.8 meters tall, his appearance was a little youthful. If the age is not counted, just from the appearance, he should be a relatively tall boy.

At this time, the person in charge of the visiting group came back to his senses and took two steps forward, intending to ease the awkward atmosphere and give the suspected imaginary king a step forward.

"you……"

However, just as the person in charge of the visiting group uttered a word, he was interrupted by the strangely dressed boy in front of him.

The young man took two steps back and covered his right eye with his hand, and said with a very ugly expression: "Damn fate, are you also affected by fate? Sure enough, those who look at the abyss will be watched by the abyss."

"The hand called fate has held us tightly. Is it fate's arrangement no matter what you do? No, no! I will never accept such an ending. One day I will take the fate that plays with others Torn to shreds."

The artist didn't intend to let this strange guy continue to perform by himself, and interrupted directly: "No, that's just your delusion. And I advise you not to always mirror the writer, and be careful not to be clearly arranged by him. "

However, this middle school boy obviously didn't listen to the painter's words, and slowly moved his right hand to the black eyepatch of his left eye, saying: "Darker than dusk! Redder than blood! Appear in the lost time, and be in the In your great name!"

The painter mercilessly said: "Twilight is not dark."

As soon as the words fell, the dark red color centered on the boy spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, devouring other colors in this world.

"The pupil of the end!"

The boy slowly tore off his black blindfold, which was a blood-red pupil. At the moment when the blindfold was pulled off, a five-meter-high blood-red pupil also opened behind the boy. A majestic aura erupted from the young man, and this aura was filled with extreme hatred and madness.

The pioneers accompanying the interview group raised their guns, and their inner vigilance was raised to the extreme. Although this boy's way of speaking is very secondary, it is undeniable that this is a sixth-order powerhouse and a true god.

At the same time, the pioneers are very familiar with the boy's aura, which is exactly the same as the aura emitted by those "ordinary" humans who have no sense at night, full of extreme hatred and madness to destroy everything.

Facing the aura erupted by this sixth-order true god, even the visiting group composed of pioneers couldn't bear it. After all, most of their strength is only at the fourth level. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are fourth-level monsters who surpass human beings. They can go head-to-head with power armor or exoskeleton armor with physical strength alone.

But it is nothing in front of a sixth-order true god, at most it is just a slightly stronger ant. The sixth level is the transformation of a life, and the gap between the two sides is like an ant and a mountain.

The painter noticed the changes in the pioneers, and slowly released his own power to block the momentum of the fool Fantasia for the pioneers.

The painter's delicate face frowned slightly, and said, "What are you trying to do?"

The posture of fantasy is obviously to open the original, and the original is only used when they are ready to go all out. The imaginary action at this time made the artist suspect that this guy was crazy and wanted to attack her.

If there was a real fight, the painter was right about the illusion that she had a brain problem, but she was worried that she would not be able to protect the pioneers behind her when a battle broke out at such a close range.

A bitter smile appeared on the boy's face and he said, "Don't be afraid, I will save you from fate soon."

Looking at his appearance, that slightly helpless and miserable smile and gaze, coupled with the terrifying aura on his body and the special effects around him, people who don't know really believe his nonsense.

The painter didn't say anything more, and the aura of a king burst out, and the surrounding energy began to surge wildly. A paintbrush without any paint appeared in her hand, and an easel appeared in front of her.

She didn't know what was going on with the fantasy, and she didn't want to delve into this issue. All she wanted to do now was to beat this guy up and hand it over to the general.

The tension in the atmosphere suddenly climbed to the peak, and the battle was imminent.

The pioneers are always ready to use teleportation magic to escape from this place where the true god-level battle is about to break out.

At this time, a soft voice sounded.

"Brother, stop making trouble. If this continues, I will be angry."

Hearing this voice, Fantasia's aura and special effects instantly shrank, and the blood red covering the entire city quickly faded, and the city quickly returned to normal. The animals that were lying on the ground and trembling slowly stood up, puzzled. looking around.

Countless vines in the sky ahead stretched towards this side continuously, and a tall and beautiful woman stood on the vines. The woman has long light green hair and wears an elegant white long dress, exuding a natural and feminine temperament.

The woman came to the interview team, bowed slowly, and said, "I'm sorry, my brother has caused you trouble."

The artist put away his brush and easel, with a pure smile on his face, and said, "Forest, long time no see."

Lin Lin also said with a smile: "Long time no see, sister painter, why hasn't she come to play with me all these years?"

The fantasy boy next to him saw the pure smile on the painter's face, his eyes were straightened, and he was stunned.

The painter noticed the boy's eyes pointing at him, and replied, "He's so annoying."

These words pierced the young man's heart like a sharp sword.

"Hehehe, it seems that this is my fault, I didn't consider fantasy." Forest covered his mouth and let out a bell-like laugh, without any scruples about his younger brother.

"Then next time my sister will find you."

"Yes." The artist nodded and said, "I will draw some portraits of the forest then."

The fantasy boy next to him covered his chest and said in pain, "Although I know you have forgotten all the things we have experienced, but I don't know why, but my heart still hurts so much."

Lin Lin turned his head and glanced at his younger brother who was a bit out of his mind, and said: "I remember you said the same thing to Qing Wu last time, and you were severely taught a lesson by him."

Then Lin Lin covered his face and said helplessly: "You are already a hundred years old, can't you act a little more mature? Don't call a beautiful girl a person of destiny. Do you still want to step on your feet? A boat? But with your appearance, you can't even catch up with a girl, let alone step on two boats."

"No, they are indeed the people of my destiny, but because of that hateful fate, they have forgotten their memories with me." The fantasy boy's expression became extremely serious.

"And old lady, you are slandering me. I am a very dedicated person, and I will never be able to step on a few boats."

Lin Lin rolled his eyes at him and said, "Your passion is to confess to a beautiful girl every time you meet her?"

Fantasia opened her arms and said loudly: "In the old days, our destiny has been tightly bound together, my heart has been divided into many pieces by them, they are all my wings!"

As soon as the words fell, a fist as white as white jade hit the boy's face heavily.

Boom!

A huge sonic boom sounded, the wind howled, and the boy's figure disappeared directly on the spot. Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of loud impact noises in the distance, and the boy's body crashed through buildings more than ten kilometers away, and flew to an unknown distance.

Seeing this scene, the pioneers standing behind the painter subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Only at this moment did they feel the power of king-level humans most intuitively. The most powerful power of human beings in this world is not all kinds of strange abilities, but the incomparable power of the flesh.

Although king-level human beings have abilities of various rules and levels, the most powerful force for them is their own flesh. Just like a painter, on the surface, he is a true god who writes and transforms into laws, a figure like the legendary painting fairy.

But in fact, when they really fight, their petite body can withstand orbital bombing, and their pure white hands can tear apart interstellar battleships.

False human beings: Manipulate the laws, move the stars, and walk in the void in the posture of immortals and gods.

Real human beings: tear apart the starships, face the high particle energy attacks of the battleships, chase the starfleet and beat them to the ground.

There is nothing that cannot be solved with fists, if there is, it means that your strength is not enough.

At this time, Lin Lin looked at the visiting group, took two steps forward and stretched out his right hand, saying, "Hello, welcome to my city."

The person in charge of the visiting group smiled, held Forest's right hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, your city is very beautiful."

After the two sides introduced themselves, they quickly got to the point, without the slightest mutual bragging in diplomatic occasions. According to the experience accumulated by the visiting group in the past few days, primitive humans don't like to beat around the bush, and instead speak bluntly to communicate better.

The person in charge took out a set of black tights, the shape of the clothes was somewhat similar to the neural connection battle suit of ordinary mechs. However, considering the fighting style of primitive humans, in order to prevent primitive humans from destroying the clothes due to excessive strength, this suit only covers the wrists and ankles.

At the same time, the clothes are made of a substance similar to slime solids, even if they are torn to pieces by various attacks, they can recover after being exposed to the sun for a few days.

This suit will not provide any defensive ability, the only function is to heal even if it is broken.

Lin took the clothes and stroked the soft material, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The clothes could perfectly solve the problems that had troubled her for many years.

That is the clothes of the compatriots. Although these compatriots are not fully awake, they don't care whether they wear clothes or not, but she does. A group of naked compatriots are like savages, wandering in front of her every day. The forest can't bear this situation at all, or it is difficult for all kings to accept this situation.

For them, although their compatriots are not born with a clear mind, they are the few remaining compatriots in this universe, and they are human beings.

Lin Lin asked, "May I ask what I need to exchange for your batch of clothes."

Everything has a price and there is no such thing as a free lunch, according to what the heritage of humanity has taught them. If a stranger suddenly gives you a lot of things for free, it means he has other plans.

The person in charge of the visiting group was not polite, and replied directly: "This is a deposit paid in advance by Daxia for your future help. Of course, if possible, we hope to register the laws under your control. You can refuse, this is just us A incidental job is not important."

Recording the ability of each king is the main goal of the visiting group this time, but the words cannot be said directly.

Lin Lin smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's no problem, how do you record it?"

For primitive humans, abilities, except for some special primordial ones, most kings don't care much about them. This kind of thing is just born automatically when their strength reaches a certain level. Although it is very magical, it is not as effective as their fists in fighting.

If one can compare their fists among the many abilities, it is only the space ability. After all, the universe is so big that it is impossible to hit those spaceships with physical strength alone. Space ability makes up for their short board, replacing their legs in the universe.

The person in charge replied: "Just say it directly, we have recording equipment."

"In this case, let me introduce my own abilities first." Lin Lin didn't have any ink marks, and directly began to describe his abilities.

"My ability is to control all kinds of plants, and I can observe everything around them through plants. Simply put, all plants can become my eyes. At the same time, I can also use the power of plants to enhance my own. ability."

"Although this ability is very miraculous, but..." Lin Lin raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist with a gentle smile on his soft face.

"It's better to fight with fists."

In the past, some kings who were proficient in controlling their own abilities fought with kings who relied on physical strength, and finally the kings who relied on their ability to fight were pressed to the ground and rubbed against each other.

What space cutting, the real fire of the sun, mental attack, and the abilities of various regular levels of death rays, in the face of the ultimate power, seem so gimmicky.

Although this discussion ended with the victory of physical strength over the rule power, the original human beings did not look down on the rule power, and invested more energy in opposing this kind of power, constantly developing their own abilities. It is true that regular power cannot beat physical power, but if physical power is combined with regular power, it can definitely beat pure physical power.

And as they continue to deepen their understanding of the rules, maybe one day the power of the rules will surpass the power of the body. However, with the current growth rate of their physical strength, it is obviously impossible for the power of the rules to surpass it, unless their physical strength no longer increases.

The person in charge's expression became a little weird. Although it seems that the power of the rules is a little stronger, but from your mouth, I am unable to refute.

"My brother's ability is just like his title, fantasy. He can fabricate something that doesn't exist through his own power. For example, the eyes released from his back just now, my brother's setting is that these are a pair of eyes that can destroy the entire universe. , when the seal is completely released, a ray of light that can destroy all celestial bodies within tens of thousands of light years will be emitted."

"However, the real situation is that the power of the main guns of those alien battleships is about the same. It can only blow up a large crater with a radius of ten kilometers at most. It is good at destroying the environment. If it is really hit on the enemy's battleship, it may even Even the protective shields cannot be pierced."

The person in charge asked: "Then can he imagine some special objects, such as normal temperature superconductivity, or even a sun compressed to a diameter of three kilometers."

If this ability could really create anything he imagined, then it would be an extremely terrifying ability. For example, imagine a black hole, a red giant star...

Forest shook his head and said: "He can only imagine things with a level of power lower than his own, and the things he fantasizes need his power to maintain. Once the supply is lost, the things will disappear."

"To put it simply, it is the ability to imagine. Anything imagined cannot exceed the level of one's own strength. At the same time, these fantasies need to be supported by one's own strength."

"This ability sounds very powerful, but the actual effect is not as powerful as my own fist. No matter what kind of attack I make, it is one layer lower than my own, and it consumes a lot of energy. It is useless except to look good."

After recording the abilities of the two kings of the city, all humans in the city also gathered together under the command of the forest. The pioneers began to distribute clothes to each human being, and at the same time keep a record of their number.

Forest City, three thousand two hundred and twenty-one humans, two kings: forest, fantasy.

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library.

The figure sitting in the corner of the library is still writing hard, writing a reasonable story.

[When the deer head man boarded the energy spaceship, his true identity was detected. The robot quickly caught him and put him in a cell, preparing to use various methods to find out who sent him here and which civilization he took refuge in. 】

[After a series of in-depth scans, the Elder civilization suddenly discovered that the staghorn had a soul, and it was a complete soul. This discovery quickly attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the Elder civilization. According to the fact that there was only a short period of three days between the departure time and the return time of the deer-headed people, the deer-headed people had a complete high-dimensional consciousness in such a short period of time. 】

The story slowly extends from the two bottom-level collectors of the shelter to the entire shelter, and even now reaches the upper level of the Erdish civilization.

[The Eldish civilization wants to find a way to give an inferior life form a high-dimensional consciousness in such a short period of time, because of this reason the staghorn escaped the danger of being dealt with. 】

At this point, the figure stopped moving, and began to think about how to guide the next story to the ending he wanted to see.

After half an hour of contemplation, the road ahead that was shrouded in fog reappeared.

"Because of the collectors, the sanctuary itself is a mixed bag. Although the Eldish civilization monitors the collectors very strictly, spies from other civilizations can still enter. Perhaps the discovery of the spies can force the Erdish civilization to send the staghorns to to the space station, and even sent back to their home planet."

The figure bowed his head again and wrote vigorously, and the sound of Sa Sasha's writing spread throughout the library. This is the voice of fate, a big net called fate has been slowly rolled out.