Chapter 400 Renaissance

[Your characteristic "Degeneration Theory" has been triggered]

[Advance means retreat, tomorrow will be weaker than today, this week, your technology tree cap is: Renaissance (Level 3)]

[All your buildings and military forces are in a state of regression, and will soon be transformed into Renaissance units. ]

In the Ideal City, the countless factories in front of Gao Qiang with thick black smoke disappeared, replaced by an endless plain like the world in the painting.

Even the Supreme Command is no longer the steel tortoise shell without any aesthetic sense, but has turned into a bright and spacious palace.

It has been a few days since the 13th Fleet retreated.

Under the effect of the Degeneration Theory, Gao Qiang seemed to have become even poorer on the surface.

At this time, Gao Qiang turned his head and asked curiously.

"Why didn't you take the opportunity before to let me declare war on Song Dejun?"

When the 13th Fleet retreated, he could have taken the opportunity to declare war on Song Dejun.

Even if it was the Industrial Age, with the existence of tanks and Titans, Gao Qiang would not necessarily lose to Song Dejun.

But just when Gao Qiang was about to do that, Wei An stopped him.

Wei An did not answer the reason at that time. It was not until now in the Renaissance Age, when Gao Qiang lost his tank formation, that Wei An slowly spoke.

"The guy the lord mentioned is just a small minion."

"If we beat him too hard now, how can the dark hand hiding in the dark have the courage to appear in front of us?"

While speaking, Wei An smiled.

"The other party will not be able to help it."

"As for now, I'd better lead the lord to see an old guy."

"Old guy?"

......

In the Seventh Fleet, Feng Zhuo sat cross-legged in the captain's seat, leaning back without any image.

Compared with the tit-for-tat when talking to Song Dejun before, Feng Zhuo's expression at this moment was full of casualness.

Next to him, the adjutant standing upright seemed to be hesitant to speak.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Manager, why are you doing this?"

Feng Zhuo glanced at him and said with a smile, "Why, are you blaming me for taking on this task?"

"I dare not." The adjutant responded quickly.

After a moment of hesitation, he continued to remind him, "You also know that Mr. Song is still the chief supervisor. We are new here. If we offend him, I am afraid..."

"Okay, okay."

Feng Zhuo waved his hand and interrupted what the adjutant wanted to say.

He understood what the adjutant meant.

Compared to people like Song Dejun who stepped up to become a chief supervisor, lords like him who were airborne and participated in the war game for the first time were always less reassuring.

But the other party didn't know that only those who entered the high-level battlefield for the first time in the war game had a better chance of obtaining the strongest type of territory.

Many of the territories that the so-called geniuses had fixed in the low-level battlefield were not good enough after they came to the high-level battlefield.

Feng Zhuo stretched out a finger and shook it in the air.

"Don't compare me with the useless people like the three heroes of the Song family."

"One is immoral, one is unkind, and one is unjust. The Song family has a bunch of good sons."

"In fact, strictly speaking, the three of the Song family are older than you." The adjutant reminded at the right time.

"Hey, are you excited?" Feng Zhuo glared back fiercely.

Then he waved his hand in boredom, "Go away, go and play by yourself, don't talk to this manager if you have nothing to do."

"Yes."

The adjutant responded to Feng Zhuo's order and turned to walk back.

But halfway through, as if he thought of something, he turned back and reminded: "In fact, I am older than you, manager."

"Get lost!"

After throwing his shoes to drive the adjutant away, Feng Zhuo leaned on the armrest of the chair, supported his face with his hands, and looked at the screen that suddenly rose in front of him leisurely.

"I have offended that wicked guy Song Dejun thoroughly, so are you satisfied now?"

In response to Feng Zhuo's inquiry, a virtual figure appeared on the screen.

"According to the analysis, your current survival rate has increased by 10 percentage points."

"Only ten?"

Feng Zhuo frowned, "But you said that Song Dejun is the biggest obstacle to my life in this war game."

If someone else said this, Feng Zhuo might have just laughed it off.

After all, no matter how wicked Song Dejun is, he can't directly kill him, a senior executive of his own side.

Song Dejun's value to the consortium is not so high.

But the existence of saying this comes from the type of his territory.

Only in a high-level battlefield can you get a top-quality territory.

[Pioneer Gospel: Insight]

[Introduction: The first pioneers of the world have long disappeared in the long river of time, and only a tiny trace proves that they once existed. ]

[Effect: Your civilization was born because of the pioneers. When you enter the war game, your territory automatically obtains a pioneer technology. ]

The virtual figure who is talking to him now is the pioneer technology that Feng Zhuo obtained after entering this war game: the Insight Plan.

It's ridiculous that Song Dejun actually thinks that everyone except him is a fool.

The Thor, which can fire infinitely, can be detected by any human with eyes.

And since the battle with the Zerg, the Insight Project has sent a warning to Feng Zhuo.

Behind Song Dejun is a person who should not be united.

If he continues to follow Song Dejun, the probability of survival is only a pitiful 10%.

[Your survival rate has increased by 10%]

"That is to say, after leaving Song Dejun, my survival rate is only 20%?"

Feng Zhuo's face darkened, "Are you mistaken!"

"What's the matter? Do I have a deep hatred with that Song guy? He wants to kill me across half the universe?"

"No."

The Insight Plan gave a negative answer.

"In fact, when you choose to leave Song Dejun, your chance of survival increases by 80%, but the mission you took on later reduces your survival rate by 70%."

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Feng Zhuo pointed at the Insight Plan in front of him unhappily, and felt a red word "vegetable" rising from his head.

So no matter who he is against, his survival rate is not high?

How can this broken machine be more poisonous than his adjutant's mouth? Is this Pioneer Technology?

"Then you should think of a way for me!"

Faced with Feng Zhuo's question, Insight Plan's face flickered twice.

[Okay, I'm generating a plan for you. ]

[The plan is as follows: summon the highest wisdom fleets from the first to the ninth sequence. For each successful summoning of a fleet, your survival rate is expected to increase by 10%. ]

[Of course, since I can't connect to the network, in order to make a more informed decision, it is recommended that you consult relevant consultants and then make a decision based on your own risk tolerance. ]