Chapter 535 What Is This Thing?
The gray universe is quieter than imagined.
This was once a lively area, with a large number of stars shining here. The airport surrounding the stars provided necessary support for civilizations traveling to the place of origin. Countless civilizations have gone to the place of origin with the courage to move forward, but unfortunately only a few can come back.
It was a very beautiful era, and it is also called the golden age by today's civilized races.
The civilized races sat down for peace talks due to some accidental factors. Everyone put aside their prejudices and formed an alliance, and then headed towards the place of origin together.
There are also some civilizations that know that their strength is not enough to reach there, so they choose to stay as backup, and give the record obelisk with their civilization information printed on it to other races, and in this way join their expedition.
This was supposed to be a multi-ethnic reconciliation, but when the first civilizations returned from their roots, everything changed.
The races that once left here have become the six evil gods. Other races have also been contaminated, and war is about to break out.
The energy of countless stars was extracted, a large amount of dark matter was cast into weapons, and planets were cast into bullets, which became completely silent after being fired once.
After paying huge casualties, the six evil gods dominated this place. However, the purpose of the evil gods has always been obscure. They did not mean to dominate this place. Instead, they left this place, wandered around the place of enlightenment, and brought it here. Come to them peace and tranquility.
Hidden in the darkness, the Emperor of the Dark Moon Empire recalled the past history and sighed again: "That was a really good era."
"What kind of era is it?" Her prime minister stuck his head out on the left side and asked curiously.
Looking at the little furry prime minister, the emperor smiled, and then said: "A perfect era, an era without disputes. Not to mention that, are you sure that the target fleet has not slowed down?"
"No." The equally small Minister of Military Affairs on the right said seriously, "Possible weapons have been used, but they don't seem to be disturbed and are still continuing to move towards the source."
"We can't let them continue." The emperor stared into the distance and said seriously, "The land of origin can no longer be invaded. This world can only support six evil gods. We cannot add new evil gods."
"That's true." The prime minister said seriously. "After all, there is a high chance that you will die if you go there, and there is a very small chance of turning into an evil god. No matter how you think about it, it is better to stop them here. But having said that, why don't we warn them first? Woolen cloth?"
The emperor looked at his prime minister blankly, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, it can still be like this!"
"The emperor is a bit stupid to begin with, please stop being like this." The Minister of Military Affairs on the right said, "Next time you have a good idea, remember to tell the emperor first."
"Stop arguing." The emperor interrupted both parties, looking at the fleet still sailing in the void with a longing expression.
She and her two subordinates were the only ones left in her civilized race. The long time had made her extremely lonely, and preventing other civilizations from going to the place of origin became one of her few tasks and pastimes.
Some fleets will realize something is wrong after encountering possible weapons, and then turn around and leave. After all, this weapon's attack method is weird and almost impossible to defend against, which is a good threshold.
Today, it is rare for a civilization to break through this threshold, which made the emperor a little interested and prepared to have a good contact with the other party.
Cutting through the void, she took out her crown and scepter. She held the scepter inlaid with gems in her third hand, and the fourth hand held the sacred orb to show her holiness and authority.
Her civilization has fallen, and she is the last emperor of her race. But even if there is only one person, she must maintain their dignity and be in the most perfect condition to meet the outside guests.
After arranging his clothes and combing his hair, the emperor said with satisfaction: "I'm so cute."
Looking at the emperor in full attire, the prime minister said enthusiastically: "As expected of our emperor, even just a glance at this honor will make people's hearts swell."
"I second the proposal." The Minister of Military Affairs immediately agreed.
After looking up and down at his current appearance, the emperor nodded with satisfaction and began to move towards the battleship, preparing to visit those guests who could withstand possible weapons.
On the battleship, the boss is conducting game evaluations.
Characteristics have been attracted by new room-like games, and other games are safe for the time being.
After all, according to Zhi Yi Tianzun, the weapon of possibility attacks the weak part first, and the weakest part in the battleship is the game created by the player. The weakest part in the game is those room-like games.
After all, these games only have one scene, which is particularly easy to attract anomalies to enter, and the rest is fine.
The boss doesn’t usually play games. Now when he plays “Nebula”, he is only interested in the economic system inside.
But after playing some of the games selected by the "AI", he had to admit that many of them were quite exciting.
"This "Capitalist Simulator" is quite interesting, but why did it end up being hung from the street lights? I just hired child labor, didn't insure the workers, and fired them before giving out year-end bonuses. There was nothing wrong with that. The game maker was a little bit It’s too extreme.”
The Shuishen possessor on the side glanced at the boss and was too lazy to speak.
The butt determines the head. I have nothing to say to you, a lackey of the bourgeoisie.
And if there is a chance, I will also hang you on the street lamp.
The boss has not realized that his head has been reserved by the street lamp, and he is still looking for new games with great interest.
After seeing a game that suits his appetite, he asked curiously: "I feel that there are many good games now, why do some players always say that there is a shortage of games?"
"This is now." The God of Misfortune said, "There were not so many good games a few days ago."
"I see, is it "Nebula"? The cheap cost of game production does bring about the development of art. I feel that I have some inspiration. I will write a paper first."
The God of Misfortune looked at the boss with jealousy, and felt that this tutor's academic ability was still strong, not to mention his character.
He can write several papers by playing a game. When can he reach this level?
Seeing that the boss was about to go offline, the God of Misfortune hurriedly shouted: "Boss, you are leaving, what if there is a problem?"
"What problems can there be at this time? If there are any problems, they can't happen so quickly. Forget it, you can take over the shift temporarily. If you have any questions, ask those people over there."
The God of Misfortune wanted to ask a few more questions, but the boss had already run away, leaving only the lonely God of Misfortune.
On the other side, she saw Fangcheng EX, Zhiyi Tianzun, Black Technology and Chen Rang playing fighting games together, which made people wonder what was so fun about the game called "Little Fighter".
The picture was average, the movements were stiff, and the name was a bit strange, but why could the four people play so happily?
The God of Misfortune shrugged and prepared to finish the otome game she had not finished.
As soon as she opened the game interface, she heard the alarm sound.
"Did anyone accidentally trigger the alarm again?"
This kind of thing happens every one or two hours.
It was a bit nervous at first, but after a few times, everyone got used to it. Just seeing the shipboard system on the warship send a read message was considered fulfilling their duties.
After all, this alarm system is too sensitive. It is like other people's wives, and it will make a fuss about everything.
The God of Misfortune originally wanted to tick it as before, but when she saw the message sent back by the system, she felt her blood run cold.
The photo attached to the message was taken by the camera on the rear of the warship. It used the cultivator's magic weapon making technology and high-precision camera to observe the situation within several light years.
In the image sent back by this camera, the God of Misfortune saw something that made her hair stand on end.
It was a huge human figure, who looked like a twelve-year-old girl, wearing a gorgeous red crown, and looked like a very high-ranking existence.
But such a human figure actually appeared in the universe, which made people feel wrong.
If you look closely, you will find more details and make people more uneasy.
She has two normal arms, but the ends of the arms are not hands, but two dolls of different colors.
The dolls don't look very delicately made, and look like children's toys. The doll on the left is wearing a blue robe, and the word "Prime Minister" is crookedly drawn with black lines on its head.
The doll on the right is wearing a military uniform and holding a command sword. It doesn't look very fierce, but rather quite fun.
But when you see the hair behind the girl, there is no fun at all.
The other person's head looks like silver-white hair, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not hair, but arms as thin as noodles.
However, the concept of thinness is also relative, because the size of the other person is also marked on the image.
The length of the other person's eyes alone is 6,000 kilometers. The huge size makes the other person look like he can compete with Pangu, and it also makes the giant phobia possessed by the god of misfortune.
At this time, the female giant is opening her arms and running towards the fleet, with an innocent and arrogant smile on her face.
This thing...
What on earth is it?