Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Kingsley turned off the matrix interface on time, full of energy, eyes full of light, and the magic power overflowing all over his body, like an extra-large self-propelled magic core...

The lich Enwei subconsciously restrained his mental field. This guy who seemed to be able to throw out a large forbidden magic immediately was so dazzling in the spiritual vision that it was hard to look directly at it.

"Sorry, I seem to be getting carried away." Kingsley smiled embarrassedly, skillfully took out a handful of white-gray blank magic core, and injected the overflowing magic power into the blank magic core.

The magic power absorbed by crazy meditation with the support of the spiritual matrix full of anchor points will gradually overflow if the caster does not have such a large "capacity"; Kingsley does not need to maintain the matrix operation 24 hours a day, and the extra magic power is still It's better to store it.

Lich Enwei silently turned his gaze to Yang Qiu on the other side.

Yang Qiu had also just finished his meditation, and was drinking that strange black liquid with bubbles in his thermos, but there was no magic power overflowing around him.

"Is this the strength to cross the third door of truth..." Enviro thought enviously.

For the same meditation time, Kingsley had difficulty controlling the overflow of magic power, while Yang showed no abnormalities. This is enough to prove that Yang's manipulation of magic power is so subtle that it surpasses Kingsley, who has stepped into a high level 300 years ago. A genius black mage—and this guy is not only nearly a hundred years younger than Kingsley, but also entered a high level much later than Kingsley.

When Enwei looked at Yang, Yang was also looking at him.

"Would you like a glass?" Yang Qiu kindly held up the iced happy water.

Enwei shook his head expressionlessly.

Liches belong to the undead family, they don't need to eat and they can't eat. Yang Qiu made a few gestures, but Enwei didn't turn his back on him. He was just too lazy to care about this guy.

"Although it is good to transform into a lich, it also loses a lot of fun." Yang Qiu said regretfully.

Seeing that this guy is not only unconscious, but also crazily playing disco in other people's minefield, even Kingsley couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily: "Okay, let's get down to business."

Only then did Yang Qiu rectify his sitting posture, and said seriously: "You must have discovered, Enwei, in the illusion constructed by Kingsley, the alien projected from across the dimensional plane is very similar to me."

Enwei's iceberg face couldn't help but move, nodded and said: "Although it's unbelievable...but what you said at the beginning is indeed true, you are not from this material plane."

"Even if you say that, I know how difficult it was for the old man when I think about it." Yang Qiu sighed, "Back then, the Lieyang Church was all over the mainland to track down my origin. It's strange to be able to find out across the plane."

Both Envi and Kingsley had strange expressions, a little funny and a little awkward.

Yang did mention that he was not from this world when he was brought back by Kingsley and when he first met Enwei... but neither of them took it seriously.

This guy is always full of crazy words, who knows what he is saying seriously!

Besides, Yang is not the kind of particularly strange and eye-catching appearance-a Sokri with white hair and black skin, a halfling who is only as tall as the chest of ordinary people, with green leather with pointed ears and long fangs exposed Orcs with tails are more conspicuous than Yang.

When normal people speculate about Yang's origin in private, they often only think in the direction of the mixed race, while ghosts think of the visitor from another world!

Next, Yang Qiu briefly introduced to Enwei the situation of his hometown, the Earth plane. There is no magic plane, technological civilization, and a superpower with a population of more than one billion, which surprised Enwei for a moment.

"So, your undead is actually not a great demon from the Dimensional Demon Realm, but an outsider like you; those ridiculously cheap Tarantan products are not from Tarantan at all, but from your hometown? !"

"That's right." Yang Qiu took out a large bottle of happy water from the space bracelet, poured it into a thermos, and said triumphantly, "Even if the Kenyan Empire goes crazy and abandons the Middle-earth battlefield and runs over to the Tarantan Wasteland If you plow it from beginning to end, you can never stop the undead cloth from being sold all over the continent."

Envi: "..."

Yang Qiumei took a sip of the happy water that was kept cool by using the space bracelet, and said: "Of course, my compatriots from other worlds don't provide support for free, and still need to pay a reciprocal price."

"Your undead... When your compatriots helped you attack Dutata City, what price did you pay?" Enwei said blankly.

"Experience the fun of war." Yang Qiu said.

Envey suddenly had the urge to have a fight with this guy on the spot...

"Calm down, my friend, the so-called poison for me and honey for the other, how can you be sure that my compatriots don't like the war experience I prepared for them?" Yang Qiu said brazenly, "Just like Kings Isn’t it a cruel survival game in which only one person out of a hundred can survive to the end in this fantasy battlefield, won’t my compatriots also flock to it?”

Enwei looked sideways at Kingsley and said incomprehensibly, "Jin, can you understand why the illusion game you provide can attract people from other worlds?"

Kingsley let out an "uh", this question, in fact, he also has...

"Absolutely, the obsession with winning or losing?" Kingsley tried to explain in embarrassment, "I can understand the language of the outsiders who enter my matrix. Although they are always joking and out of tune...but I can It can be seen that they attach great importance to whether they can win the World War I survival game, and they are willing to invest a lot of energy in researching tactics and coordination."

Enwei's iceberg face became even more rigid: "...This is not a real battle. What is the meaning of winning in the false space formed by illusion?"

Kingsley could only spread his hands - he really didn't know this!

Yang Qiu showed disgust, he couldn't even understand the value of the Ninth Art, what's wrong with you two!

Well, it's pointless to discuss the meaning of the game at this time if you still have to fool people into being a human server.

"We provide entertainment, and my compatriots from other worlds participate in the game and act as an anchor, which is a good thing for both of us. Waste time to explore the reasons, it is better to be pragmatic and face up to the actual benefits that this transaction can bring, What do you two think?"

Enwei hesitated for a while, but nodded honestly... There is no reason to refuse such a good fact!

"Just tell me, what are your conditions." Enwei took a deep breath and said solemnly.

A ruthless person like Enwei who can make up his mind to transform himself into a lich early on does not have naive illusions about others—just build a mental matrix and make up a fantasy map stored in a magic crystal. The ghost will give you such a good thing as a stable anchor point for nothing!

Yang Qiu likes this kind of honest person, and said with a smile: "I want to entrust you to do something for me——Enwei, would you like to go to Shijia Principality for me?"

Envi: "...??"

"My old friend and my compatriots, Brother Alfred Lowell, are planning to go back to our hometown once." Yang Qiu said, "If I can get away, I want to go in person, but you don't want to go back." You see, there are a lot of things on my side."

"Just for a trip?" Enwei squinted, he didn't believe that Yang's conditions would be so simple.

"Well, maybe you need to act as an 'NPC' for a while and provide some services to my compatriots." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "For example, issuing tasks for them, guarding the summoning array, etc., will not be troublesome Where are you going?"

"That's all?" Enwei frowned.

"Indeed." Yang Qiu straightened his face.

Enwei stared at each other expressionlessly.

"The most is... being harassed by my compatriots for a while, for you, their harassment will not cause any trouble." Yang Qiu said with a righteous face, "When you can't bear it, or my excessive energy When your compatriots have crossed the line a little bit, you can slightly punish them."

Enwei stared at Yang Qiu dubiously for a while, then nodded reluctantly.

When the sky was dimly lit, Coulson, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Coulson, who fell asleep vaguely in the middle of the night, wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but the knock on the door became more and more urgent, and someone shouted outside: "Coulson Earl O'Neill! You are awake!" Is it? Please come and open the door!"

Cursing a few words about the guy who disturbed the dream, Coulson got out of bed with a wrinkled face, annoyed that he forgot to let his mother hire a servant before, and dragged himself to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Coulson became half awake in an instant when he saw two tall and thick men in operator uniforms standing outside the door.

Yesterday, he started his journey of shattering the dream of a nobleman after being brutally taken off the pier by these two people. The impression of these two rude operators is not to mention how deep it is.

"My God, Earl, you just woke up?!"

Seeing Coulson in pajamas with disheveled hair, the two operators were taken aback, and they walked into the house without any outsiders coming up to hold Coulson up: "We have to hurry up and wash up, or it will be too late."

"Is your bathroom over here?"

"Which room is yours? Ah, I see, the clothes on the bedside table are the clothes you are going to wear today, right?"

The people in Colson were dumbfounded, and quickly shouted: "Hey, hey! What are you doing? Don't come into my room casually! Hey? Wait-- oh oh oh!"

Coulson was dragged into the bathroom, and in a blink of an eye, the operator grabbed a towel, wet it under the faucet, and smeared it on his face...

"What's the noise in the early morning? Coulson?"

Mrs. O'Neill, who also didn't sleep well, supported her forehead with a headache. She came out of the room on the second floor. Before she could fully open her eyes, she saw her son being washed by two rude operators...

"Good morning, ma'am."

"You look very well today, ma'am."

The two operators bowed politely to Mrs. O'Neill in the corridor on the second floor, and quickly "served" the Earl Lord to wash and change clothes.

"You, you—" Mrs. O'Neill was so shocked that she forgot to stop her for a while.

After all, his son had only become Lord Earl for two days, and Mrs. O'Neill had gotten used to the life of a citizen during the few months of living alone, and subtly accepted the fact that wearing the uniform of an operator was authoritative.

"It's running out of time, the Earl won't be eating breakfast at home, ma'am, the canteen of the logistics department will prepare three meals for the Earl."

Putting on Coulson's jacket very quickly, the two operators politely apologized to Mrs. O'Neill, and ran out with Coulson...

Mrs. O'Neill was nervous about her son, so she hurriedly ran out the door, and only had time to see the two operators put Coulson into a rather luxurious four-wheeled carriage, and then rode away...

"—What the hell is going on here?!"

Mrs. O'Neill went home and changed her clothes in a hurry, and ran to the city hall in a hurry against the newly bright sky.

No matter how polite the two operators were, they couldn't hide the fact that they forcibly took Coulson away before dawn. Mrs. O'Neill, who came to her senses, could not accept such a thing—her son was the Earl of Adler after all. And the lord!