An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

If we say that all the great men are angry because of their own embarrassment and the death of their godly attendant.

The only disharmonious factor in the venue was that the Star God was about to run away before the explosion, but during the explosion, he sat back in his seat with relief, and a smile on his face that had seen through everything.

Under the slightly damaged hood, the smile on the corner of his mouth was too unique.

And this also caused Zhang Ke, who had torn away his disguise and was writing notes in a small notebook, to suddenly stagnate.

Don't do it.

It's understandable if you encounter some accidents and some calculations on your own territory, but you can't zoom into the void and see only your own people everywhere, right?

There used to be a wild and unknown person pretending to be the Thunder Lord, and now there is an unknown old man who has infiltrated the anti-Zhang Ke alliance and spared no effort to smear his reputation. Can the world be better? How can we treat a ten-year-old The child holds such a heavy hatred!

Face facing the snow-white blindfold, Zhang Ke gritted his teeth and said: "Don't let me find you, otherwise you will suffer the same consequences!"

At the same time, Star God, who tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, muttered in his heart: "Okay, okay, kick your feet at the elders, right? You are such a good boy of the You family. It seems that I have not prepared enough for you." , let me think about where I can cause more pressure.”

"Huh? I've changed places again, so why did she come to my door again? Let me just say, there is no overnight feud between brother and sister. It's not for the sake of a relative's brat. No, there's an old man secretly Hidden, this is a trap!”

Moon Rabbit XZ, Golden Crow rising in the east.

In an atmosphere of silence, the messy venue was cleaned up by the godly attendants waiting outside. Everything in the venue was recreated according to its original appearance. Although the rush of work made everything a bit rough, it was better than letting a group of people The great beings seemed to be living in ruins, sitting on a pile of tables and chairs with missing arms and legs, talking about things.

In the silence, Aofa, who knew everything, restrained his previous casual attitude and took over the conversation: "I'm sorry for the accident just now, but I think this is all a conspiracy of evil, don't rush it yet. Refute me, the Pope and the Inquisition under my command have already gone to arrest the traitorous traitor, and when he arrives, I think you will know everything you are confused about!"

"It's best like this!" The Dark Titan said in a deep voice, while not forgetting to glare fiercely at Sotos next to him.

It thought that the surprise scene mentioned by the other party must be huge, otherwise a group of originally stubborn guys would not suddenly turn around and face them directly. However, it thought of all possible accidents and all the bad news. Even though the Kyushu army had directly counterattacked some people's homes during their meeting.

But I didn't expect that the so-called surprise in Sotos's mouth turned out to be something like this. Bombing the venue and losing the face of the gods really aroused everyone's emotions of hatred and hatred. No matter how long this emotion lasted, it could always be sustained. A massive siege, and that was enough for it.

As long as it can arouse the vigilance of the evil you, and even Kyushu, and reduce its activities in the void within a certain period of time, it can satisfy its interests. As for killing the evil you, let’s not talk about whether it can be done or not. If it can be done, it can Of course I'd love to see it, but it doesn't matter if I can't do it.

After all, the Dark Titan is the only one among all the alliance builders who has not been invaded by evil villains and has never had a direct conflict.

Seeing the almost unsustainable shapes of Sotos and its two siblings, as well as the burns scattered all over their bodies, the originally dissatisfied Dark Titan felt a little less grudged.

In the final analysis, they are just three powerful gods who have just broken through. Although they have obtained power and power that can temporarily rival the greatness in the hands of their disgusting father, the gap in essence is irreparable.

Naturally, when everyone was in a bit of a panic, it was understandable that they had suffered moderate injuries.

While the great men with evil intentions began to make their own plans, the Pope, who had received the oracle, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat tremblingly on the soft seat with the support of several saints. , looked crazy and cursed:

"Damn it, you vile seed, how dare you betray the benevolent alliance and make an evil deal!"

Only scolding can bring some comfort to his panic, but it can only awaken some sense, but it does not mean that the fear will dissipate.

Although he did not contribute it himself, in order to show his piety, the Pope still highlighted his contribution in the prayer to the gods and praised himself in flourishing terms.

As a result, now something went wrong with the gift and the gods were furious.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, the fact that the gods were angry was enough for His Majesty the Pope to die as an apology.

However, the merciful god of arcana pardoned him, but it did not mean that the shadow of death would leave him.

Capturing that damn traitor and escorting him alive to the alliance headquarters was the last chance given to him by the God of Arcane. If he couldn't complete it or something unexpected happened, although he wouldn't die, he would be faced with something even more terrifying than death. punishment.

The God of Arcana, from the perspective of authority, is a learned wise man. Under his profound knowledge, various extraordinary systems and spells have been developed, but even greatness cannot completely create things out of thin air. The understanding of spells is a aspect, and more importantly, the experimental consumables.

Although in most cases, the object of the God of Arcana's experiments is the entire world, in some extreme cases, it is not impossible to use living animals as research objects, and they can be spread and fed in the civilization where the Pope is located. The various monsters that brought together a group of brave men and mercenaries were the products of failed experiments.

Although the monsters transformed by the hands of the gods are definitely shocking, they will also have their own place in mythological epics. Some existences are even still alive and well, wreaking havoc in every corner of civilization.

But who wants to be a dirty, ugly monster who is often attacked by others when he can be a superior god?

What's more, as the Pope, if nothing unexpected happens, the divine attributes of the God of Arcane Law are already in his pocket, but now.

After a brief respite, the Pope looked at the oracle written on parchment in front of him. After a slight hesitation, he directly ordered the priests and nuns to summon the knights and the Inquisition to assemble a fleet to go to Perfect World No. 4396 to capture the traitors.

Although the wisdom of the No. 3 Grand Inquisitor is indeed the best in the sect, and it is precisely because of his opinions that the Pope avoided a disaster that might directly kill him, the oracle is ahead, and His Majesty the Pope has already Can't wait for the Grand Inquisitor to return.

"The great god of arcana orders that the guilty traitor be captured alive!"

"Now, I order the fleet to set sail!"

Almost all the waiters were excitedly waiting for their master's favor, although in fact, their master was only a ten-year-old child. But they have gone through rigorous training and have turned into perfect service machines. Even the priests cannot hide their inner thoughts from their eyes, let alone a child with little experience.

They can see the owner's thoughts and gaze like an adult, and can also sense the eyes that look at them with admiration at certain times. However, what makes people distressed is that even after several trials, the owner just looks at it and never looks at it. Willing to blend their fiery hearts.

Maybe it's due to age concerns?

After all, before the starship carrying the master arrived, all the master's information had been interpreted by all the waiters who had access to him. As the son of the gods, although he did not show the power that a son of gods should have, his intelligence was not either. Mortal life can compare, so it is not surprising to know that some additional paid content is available.

In private, the waiters tried their best to discuss, record and formulate plans.

Then the lucky ones who took the shift that day went to implement their bold ideas. Although they were a little jealous, as long as someone could open a gap, the newcomers could follow the plan and expand the opportunities to the extent that they could accommodate all of them.

After all, as a gift from the Alliance to refugees who had made outstanding contributions, the first batch of waiters to land on this continent numbered as many as 100,000.

From humans, to elves, dwarves, succubi, anthropomorphic monsters, metal beings, and even more exaggerated and rare species are not uncommon among them, and this is only an insignificant part of the huge group.

Of course, based on the master's preference, the Arcane Sect responsible for this multiverse will also replenish fresh blood every three years to satisfy the growing desires of the Son of God in a timely manner, lest this thing be unthinkable for a while. Go as a warrior.

If he can make contributions to the alliance, what should he do with the funds that have been shared from him to the transit station, the bishop, and the pope?

After all, the divine blood crystal and the godhead are not just rubbish, and once fused, they cannot be removed anytime and anywhere.

Compared to these, what they paid was really insignificant.

"It's a pity that they are all barbarians!"

Sitting in the stands with only one person, Zhang Ke sighed softly while watching the music in front of him and listening to the fair-skinned and beautiful waiters.

Now, he understood why Xiong Yi only spent two days in the later world and rushed back to the Shang and Zhou Dynasties with a whole container of goods before he even visited a city and saw the prosperity of the later world.

Although his situation and Xiong Yi's situation are not comparable, and most of the reasons for Xiong Yi's return are because the Shaoyou tribe is about to start a war, the truth is quite different.

The waiter's appearance is true, and even from a mortal's perspective, he looks like a fish and a bird, and the moon is shy of the flowers.

As a waiter who can enter the palace to serve the Son of God and appease his great grievance, he must have undergone magic treatment beforehand, such as eternal youth and purification rituals. Otherwise, ordinary life would be like a petri dish. The agglomeration of insect nests is enough to make any idea die in the gestation stage.

But the bad thing is that they are barbarians.

Just like in later generations, except for the third brother's broad aesthetic view that can be said to be all things, no normal person can be so pretentious.

Oh, I forgot, Waiguoren is different. On the basis of the catastrophe of the end of the law in later generations, the fact that they can practice the small intestine path is enough to convince Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke is just an ordinary Kyushu native who doesn't understand those fancy things. He doesn't deny that he likes something good, but he can cosplay with mountain ghosts and wild beast-eared girls. Others are unnecessary.

"There are only a few days left. Don't just compliment me. Live for yourselves for a few days. After all, the next master won't be as upright as me!"

As the music gradually came to an end, Zhang Ke took out his palm and patted the shoulder of the waiter beside him under the expectant and expectant eyes of everyone in the audience, and then jumped down from the high platform several meters high amidst everyone's exclamations.

"Son of Wang Mang, you."

"Barbarian, I've been putting up with you for a few days. Don't make me unhappy during the last time I miss you. At least now I'm still waiting and don't want to start dinner too early!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw away the priest who came to stop him and was about to preach to him. Without looking back, Zhang Ke said to the waiters who wanted to follow him: "At least I am still the master now and obey orders!"

"yes!"

"But if you live for yourself, how should you live?"

Looking at the short figure walking out of the door facing the sun, a succubus maid murmured with confusion in her eyes.

After bidding farewell to the waiters, Zhang Ke came to the tallest building in the mainland, a statue of a hundred meters high. He sat on the crown of the statue, ignoring the scolding and scolding voices of a group of priests, and gradually opened up. In his invisible position, Zhang Ke was quietly waiting for something to jump over the wall.

day to day.

After the rise and fall of eight suns, on the ninth day, the rising sun was blocked by external objects. Under the dim sky, clusters of engines blooming with blue sparks decorated the dim sky like a galaxy.

The priests below the statue were shouting at the top of their lungs, but they were helpless against the bold blasphemer. The priests looked at the brilliant sky in silence. One of them murmured with dull eyes:

"It's the church's fleet!"

"But the message was sent just six days ago. How could the fleet arrive so quickly? And it's not like it's a scale that would imprison a naughty child."

Soon, the priest's confusion was answered.

After being diverted from the fleet that was so huge that it covered the sky, an airship carrying a whole team of inquisitors and three bishops fell from the sky. It walked on the square and looked at the thousands of priests gathered together and their gazes. The blasphemous figure everywhere.

Although the judges were surprised, everything was as expected.

After all, he is a traitor who dares to collude with evil and hide blasphemy in gifts to offer to the great god. He just sits on the crown above the head of the god's statue. This is too restrained.

No, how could they have such a bold idea?

Sure enough, the air polluted by heresy also carries the evil power that confuses people's hearts.

Rejecting the priest who wanted to step forward to explain the situation, the three bishops walked to the foot of the statue of the God of Arcane Law. After trying the invisible barrier that could not be broken through, the bishops signaled the inquisitor to start working while looking towards He shouted from high in the sky:

"Son of Wang Mang, the Alliance saved you from your ruined home and gave you supreme treatment. Why did you throw yourself into the darkness and rely on evil to do such a heinous act against the benevolent Alliance!"

"Save? Not necessarily, right? If the villain you talk about hadn't come, wouldn't you have been planning to destroy the world?"

Looking at the belated questioning below, Zhang Ke stretched and said calmly: "Salary? Didn't I get this thing in exchange for resources? Does your barbarian wild god still like the two kicks I gave him? ? "Did it ask you to send a message?"

"Damn it, you actually learned an evil language!"

Although the bishops understood the clear meaning of Zhang Ke's words with the help of divine magic and language proficiency, they could not understand the meaning of the two kicks. However, the rampant act of comparing gods to livestock still ignited their anger. .

That is to say, the oracle told them to capture him alive, otherwise, the fleet's artillery fire would have started to burn the glass.

Of course, that is only after they evacuate the planet.

"The evil power has poisoned you too deeply, poor guy, you are hopeless!"

The bishop had no choice but to signal the priests to retreat while also conveying instructions to the starship to prepare for arrest.

Standing on top of the towering statue, stepping on the pearl on the crown, the smile on Zhang Ke's face was particularly strange: "Evil? You are the ones who are truly evil, right?"

"Ha, although I fight in foreign lands, I will never torture living beings or deceive mortals. But you use my name to plunder the world, preach everywhere, drag people into trouble, and enslave all kinds of barbarians. It's clear who is the real evil!"

Zhang Ke raised his head and looked at the densely arranged fleet in the starry sky: "Those barbarians are quite tolerable. I originally thought that I would let you capture them and give them a surprise, but after thinking about it, I decided not to do it. It's not good to meet too early." !”

Zhang Ke's voice gradually became deeper, and dense cracks suddenly appeared on his fair skin. A huge shadow suddenly rose from the ground with a harsh tearing sound.

When the blazing sea of ​​fire broke through the sky, the raging heat wave directly exploded several small starships.

The Pope, who was sitting calmly in the flagship, saw clearly the source of the trouble that caused the commotion in the fleet.

It was a behemoth that could touch the fleet in orbit just by stretching out your hand. The humanoid body was wearing bright golden armor, and the bright armor plates were engraved with many complicated and magical patterns.

It is admiration, worship, the fear of countless monsters, and the miserable elegy of alien life.

The never-extinguishing flames turned into two long red snakes coiled around his ears, and the vomiting letters threw out little bits of hot magma.

A starship that escaped the sea of ​​​​fire was unable to dodge in time due to excessive shock. The moment it collided with the magma, it was burned through the arcane ion shield, and a large hole was burned through the entire hull in an instant.

The radiation and storms that filled the stars crazily poured into the hull along the breach, and the plastic steel keel mixed with gold essence and mithril made an overwhelming sound under the violent squeeze.

Dozens of knights in armor were caught off guard and blown into the unprotected starry sky. The arcane shields on their bodies struggled to resist the erosion of radiation from the starry sky; there were hundreds of knights and dozens of inquisitors following them. Thousand's fleet servants were injured by the rocking of the starship.

Of course, the most deadly thing was the few drops of magma that spilled onto the hull.

Even though the main body of the magma has passed through the starship and spread into the vast starry sky, the bits and pieces that remain are melting the cracks in the ship's body while emitting high heat that directly causes a fire inside the starship, and the blazing flames pass through. Ventilation ducts quickly filled every warehouse, and the mournful wails of the former brothers resounded throughout the communication channels of the entire Star Fleet.

However, no one cared about this at this time.

Compared to external factors such as the friendship in the past, the tragic situation of the brothers, and even the heavy damage the fleet had just arrived, etc., what really attracted their attention and shocked them was the majestic figure who stepped on the planet and his head sank directly into the starry sky. .

"Evil, evil, evil especially?"

The Pope exclaimed in disbelief.

Before he came, he thought of all the scenarios, even the worst plan. This so-called orphan of the world was an evil god, who was guided by the evil spirit to sneak into the alliance to blaspheme the gods. In order to match the accident, the Pope also The only three remaining Star Sea battleships of the Arcane Sect, which can cause fatal damage to powerful gods, were mobilized into the fleet.

But who could have imagined that the so-called blasphemy and the so-called traitor were the evil words that the entire alliance kept in their hearts and chanted in their mouths every day!

It's over now!

Not to mention handing over the oracle, even his own life would be in danger!

Compared to the Pope, who was already predicting his own death in horror, and the starry sky fleet in chaos, the waiters who were sent to serve Zhang Ke due to corrosion were still on the ground, looking at him with dull eyes. Looking at the majestic figure above his head that blocks out the sky and the sun.

They also did not expect that the evil spirit would come in person, nor did they expect that the master they had obeyed for many days and had been waiting for for a long time would be the culprit of destroying their home.

But was he really the initiator of that disaster?

Looking at the arrogant and majestic figure above their heads, the rare waiters did not curse with the priests, nor did they run away, but stood there blankly, thinking and discerning silently in their hearts.

But Zhang Ke didn't have many thoughts of being in a daze with them.

The barbarian Star Sea Fleet is at best a pre-dinner dessert. Not to mention filling his stomach, it even tastes a little inferior. His real main course is the evil gods lurking behind these guys, those who dare to slander his reputation. Evil exists.

Of course, there's no conflict between fighting an evil god and not meeting an old thing.

Zhang Ke only needs to hit him indiscriminately, and others will not notice that there is some kind of connection between them. Even the harder he hits, the less suspicion will linger on him afterwards.

Well, in order to hide the identity of the other party and allow this traitor to hide in the anti-Zhang Ke alliance, he really paid too much!

Zhang Ke thought.

Then, he pulled out Qian Qi out of thin air and swept towards the sky above his head.