What is a first-class savior?

He successfully broke into the core of Ziwu in the last [real-time simulation] and met the evil god.

But the moment he saw the evil god, he went crazy, and the evil god emptied his blood and spirit through the network cable.

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in the cockpit.

"Sorry, due to cost considerations, we didn't equip mass-produced reconnaissance robots with devices to resist the invasion of evil spirit consciousness."

Wang Ran was stunned for a moment, thinking that the cockpit actually had a built-in intelligence?

He immediately asked: "The scouting robot can't resist the invasion of the evil god's consciousness, so if I see the evil god, wouldn't I be dead?"

Don't talk about seeing evil gods,

Even if it is only caught by the converts of the evil gods,

He didn't end well either.

"terribly sorry."

Built-in intelligence apologizes again.

"We are fighting the doomsday on multiple fronts, and we have to do this due to the need to reduce costs, but please rest assured"

"It's almost impossible for you to meet the evil god."

"You just need to beware of pollutants from converts of evil gods."

Several videos popped up in front of Wang Ran at the same time.

In the video, the reconnaissance robot is hunted down by groups of converts of the evil god, and the converts of the evil god use various means to stick a mud-like black substance to the reconnaissance robot.

"Once you encounter this situation, please explode yourself as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, you will do so at your own peril."

Wang Ran raised his eyebrows.

He knew what the consequences would be, and he saw a testimonial on the way here.

"Cost reason?"

Wang Ran didn't know how long the watchman association's battle line was, but the number of scout robots destroyed every day in this war fortress alone was astronomical.

When he came, he saw the reconnaissance robot floating out like a dark cloud, and he felt like a red police bomber.

If this is the dispatch frequency every minute and every second, then this war fortress alone will consume more than 200,000 scouting robots a day, or 73 million scouting robots a year.

To install so many reconnaissance robots with devices that can resist the invasion of evil god consciousness, the additional cost is unimaginable, and in the end it is just to protect a person who may not exist who can see the evil god

On the balance, one end has an absolute advantage.

After thinking for two seconds, Wang Ran asked, "In addition to mass-produced scouting robots, are there still limited scouting robots?"

Since the Overwatch Association has released the task of observing the evil god, it will not even give life support, right?

Sure enough, the built-in intelligence replied: "If your detection depth breaks through the top ten in the overall list, we will customize an exclusive model for you, increase the connection strength between you and the reconnaissance robot, and ensure that you still have sufficient reaction time to disconnect from the scout robot."

Wang Ran nodded slowly.

Does that mean he has to break a record first?

OK!

[Enable real-time simulation]

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[Enable real-time simulation]

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[Enable real-time simulation]

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[Simulation ends]

Wang Ran deliberately made himself wait for a minute in each simulation before starting, to ensure that he could calmly reproduce after a feasible route appeared.

After hundreds of simulations, an opportunity arose.

Wang Ran closed his eyes.

"Spiritual connection is stable, permission to go!"

"Good luck!"

It's an amazing feeling to connect the spirit with the scout robot.

Although Wang Ran closed his eyes, he saw the wider world in the sensor of the reconnaissance robot.

All kinds of data are properly distributed in his field of vision, allowing him to easily grasp the information of this scouting robot.

Set off!

boom--

A bird-shaped reconnaissance robot soared into the air, setting off a huge explosion.

It got into the millions of various aircraft in the sky, like a drop of water melting into the sea, it disappeared in an instant.

"Two hundred and seventeen thousand six hundred and twenty-two."

In the very center of the War Fortress stands a tall tower. On the top of the tower sits a shirtless man, his gaze drifts into the distance following a scout robot that has just risen.

"Teacher, are you counting scout robots again?"

An orange cat jumped onto the man's lap, wagging its tail and asked, "Have you lost 210,000 frames today?"

The man nodded slightly.

"The Overwatch Association is really rich and powerful, meow!" Orange Cat exclaimed, "The scouting robots they dropped in a day are enough to buy a world with a flow rate of 200. If they can't conquer this world in the end, they can recycle these robots. What a shame!"

The man said blankly: "Half of the money in it was paid by us."

The orange cat wondered: "Then we don't care about them?"

The man said indifferently: "There are specialists in surgery, let them go, as long as they can get information about that evil god."

The orange cat lay down slowly: "But it's been more than a year, and they barely entered the fourth ring, and they are expected to investigate the evil god's information, so when will we have to wait, meow?"

As it spoke, it took out a small fresh fish from the man's trouser pocket.

"What is a year in the game between gods and gods?" Preparations for the Millennium War."

A look of worry appeared between the man's brows.

The evil god personally stepped down to dominate the doomsday, which had never happened in the history of the world hub.

What's even more puzzling is that the evil god is actually sitting in the center of the world openly, looking like he's about to fight head-on.

The evil god must be planning some kind of conspiracy,

every day

The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

But he didn't dare to attack the evil god now, because he knew nothing about this evil god, and the War Fortress was not yet complete.

Only with the help of the growth of the complete War Fortress and sufficient information, can he have the confidence to defeat the evil god.

"Huh—the Millennium War?"

The orange cat swallowed the little fish in one gulp, and asked in surprise: "Is it going to take so long to fight, throwing the detection robot like this every day, can we afford to burn it?"

That's how many fish!

The man said indifferently: "It's nothing to detect robots, but the energy barrier that protects the fortress is the big money eater!"

"These money is enough for me to buy many water-filled worlds to raise fish. I hope the war will end soon, meow!" The orange cat looked at the busy scene under the tower with a look of disgust, "I don't want to stay in this depressing place for a while millennium."

"one thousand years later"

"Our fish ponds are all dry, meow!"

The man sighed faintly: "The power of the evil god is treacherous and unpredictable. Before we have sufficient information, we must not rashly launch a general attack."

The orange cat looked hopeless and said: "Then shall we just keep procrastinating?"

The man shook his head.

His gaze drifted into the distance again, fluctuating with the surging scout robots.

He murmured: "In a few decades, someone should be able to see the evil god..."