The Whole Country Develops a Different World

More than a dozen kings blew their beards and stared at each other, but no one was willing to give in. The smell of gunpowder became more and more intense, and they even began to shout that whoever wins will come first.

And the person in charge next to him spoke out to dissuade him, intending to act as a peacemaker, but no one listened to his words. Instead, let him stay away, or he might get hurt later.

This is one of the effects of the unparalleled power of the original human beings. The forms are very reckless. Things that can be solved with fists are basically not solved with brains. It does not have the cunning of the previous generation of humans at all, and basically maintains the savagery of the top predators of the savage era.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on the original human beings, after all, since they became conscious, most of the problems have been solved by them with their fists. Whether it is an alien invasion, the earth is about to be destroyed, or star-killing weapons are coming...

In the beginning, the interstellar civilization disdained the original human beings, and only used brute force and human beings who did not know how to think and develop. No matter how powerful they were, they would eventually be conquered by the power of civilization. However, after going through several wars and being rubbed against the ground by human beings again and again, the interstellar civilization began to think whether their cognition of human beings was wrong?

In the end, as two civilizations of the same level were stolen by humans and spiraled up to heaven, the major civilizations realized a problem.

Civilization can indeed conquer races that only use brute force, but when the power is strong enough, civilization may be conquered instead.

Nima, as long as the brute force is strong enough, it can really smash everything.

After the interstellar civilizations were pushed to the ground by human beings to output madly again and again, these civilizations began to have an illusion of "did they go the wrong way".

Just when more than a dozen kings dispersed to decide who would get the clothes first, a beautiful girl in blue and white sportswear appeared in front of them out of thin air.

The painter said in her clear and pure voice: "Fighting is forbidden here."

The sudden appearance of the girl made the atmosphere full of gunpowder stagnate.

The painter continued: "If you want to fight, go to the place where those bugs live, and clean up the garbage by the way."

With the power of king-level human beings to destroy the world with every move, even if it is just to learn about destructive power, it is no less than a super-large disaster. Therefore, they must not fight in human cities or near human cities, as that would destroy the buildings left by the previous generation of humans and injure the compatriots living in the cities.

Therefore, the places where general kings compete with each other will be far away from human cities, and most of the places far away from human cities have shelters established by interstellar civilizations on the earth. Once the sanctuary becomes a place for kings to compete, it will be a disaster for it.

Of course, the sanctuary can also resist using various weapons to attack king-level humans, but this will die faster. If you resist, you will die, if you don't resist, you will die, and the shelter will always choose to escape.

Although fleeing is very humiliating, it is the only way to survive. And after these two king-level humans finish fighting, they can come back to rebuild the shelter.

Hearing this sentence, the person in charge at the side couldn't sit still. If we rashly destroy a few sanctuaries now, it may alert all civilizations. Even if it is a rare and common thing for king-level humans to flatten several shelters because of sparring, Da Xia is not willing to take this risk.

In desperation, the person in charge gave a suggestion: "Shall we decide by guessing punches?"

In the end, the humanoid natural disaster that was about to erupt was offset by a decision of guessing fists. However, the person in charge of the referee had to lament the true god, worthy of being the true god, even the boxing guessing was so different.

The bodies of both parties are extremely strong, and they can change their gestures according to the gestures made by the opponent at the moment of punching. Therefore, this fist-guessing game has evolved into a competition between the body speed and reaction force of the two sides.

See who changes gestures quickly within the specified time. The time from a guessing punch to putting it down is 0.4 seconds. In this short period of time, the gestures of the kings are constantly changing between fists, scissors, and cloth. Each king changes three thousand times.

A simple guessing game gave them the feeling of a bloody competition.

The final victor was a muscular, white-haired old man named the King of Valkyries.

However, the other kings did not return empty-handed. When they were guessing their fists, the person in charge had asked someone to carry a dimensional square array to urgently dispatch several tons of ordinary clothes and send them here. Each king received one hundred thousand sets of clothes, but these clothes were made of ordinary materials, although the quality was good, they couldn't bear the strength of human beings at all.

It can be said that one piece of clothes is broken a day for those ordinary humans. It won't take long for these tons of clothes to become pieces of rags.

Valkyrie opened the container in front of him, carefully took out a black tights, and while touching it gently, sighed: "Oh! How soft is this material!"

The rest of the losing kings rolled their eyes at the exaggerated appearance and tone of the Valkyrie. Everyone wanted to take this kind of indestructible clothes for their compatriots. But it's not an important necessity, there is no need to be so exaggerated, I think you are showing off purely.

The other kings turned their heads and didn't want to look at the old urchin. They opened their container and saw the clothes that filled the entire container. Although these costumes did not have the unbreakable characteristics of the Valkyrie, they were very exquisitely crafted. Seeing these exquisite costumes, the corners of the kings' mouths turned up slightly.

"Oh! How exquisite the workmanship of this costume is, even if it was placed in the last era, it is the best!"

Some kings imitated the tone of the Valkyrie, praising the exquisitely crafted costumes in their hands.

The Valkyrie turned his head and saw the clothes in the hands of the kings, his expression was a little uneasy, as if the clothes in their hands were more beautiful than the original clothes in my hands.

call out!

An ordinary piece of clothing suddenly flew out of the container and fell into the hands of Valkyrie. All the kings stopped what they were doing and looked at the Valkyrie with curious eyes, wanting to see what the old man was going to do again.

Valkyrie put the two clothes flat on his hands, and then gently pulled them out, a huge crack appeared in the two clothes, and then the black tights began to heal slowly, but the exquisitely crafted clothes did not respond at all.

Seeing this scene, Valkyrie looked up at the other monarchs, and showed a victorious smile: "Hehe, it seems that the quality of your clothes is not good."

Then the kings began to argue about the quality and appearance of the clothes. This scene made the pioneers feel a little weird. They suddenly felt that they were not a group of sixth-order true gods, but a group of "primary school students"?

The person in charge glanced at the painter and said with a smile: "In this universe where dangers are everywhere and the world is all enemies, I didn't expect them to still have a childlike innocence."

The painter said: "It's not that the childlike innocence is still there, but that they are paralyzing themselves, making themselves appear happier, so as not to lose their rationality."

"Even if it's me, if I don't find something to do, I'm afraid I will be swallowed up by hatred."

The next figure of the sculptor disappeared out of thin air.

The person in charge was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked someone to record what the artist had just said.

From what the painter said just now, the person in charge guessed that the kings were not as relaxed and normal as they appeared on the surface, or that this kind of relaxation and normality was deliberately pretended by them.

It seems that Da Xia has to reconsider the hatred of the original human beings, and this hatred will be a huge variable.

At this time, another figure appeared out of thin air in front of everyone, this time it was a tall and handsome man, wearing a yellow and blue coat, with two large characters [Hungry Group] on the back of the coat, holding a yellow Blue and white boxes.

Seeing the man, Martial God said, "Hungry group, you came just in time, can you help me send this big iron box back to my city?"

The man glanced at the container, nodded and said, "No problem."

Then the man opened the box in his hand, and the moment the box was opened, the container next to the Valkyrie was instantly sucked into the box.

The other kings also opened their mouths one after another, asking Erchuan to help him send these large boxes of clothes back. They don't have the ability to jump in space, even if they rely on their own strength to jump in space, they can't carry such a huge container.

And these containers obviously can't withstand space jumps.

The hungry group twitched the corners of their mouths while putting these containers into their boxes, and complained: "I am a food delivery person, and you are almost calling me a courier delivery person."

Valkyrie asked with a puzzled expression: "Huh? You are delivering meals. I always thought you were delivering express delivery."

The hungry group said: "No way, who told you that you seldom eat, even the chef rarely has business, let alone me."

After talking about it, Hungry Group didn't continue to chat with these guys, and walked all the way to the person in charge, took out a piece of paper, and said, "This is the writer, I sent it over."

The person in charge took the paper, put his eyes on the paper, and saw a line of extremely neat text.

[The coordinates have successfully arrived at the space transfer station]

"Thank you." The person in charge turned his head and handed the paper to a pioneer, and ordered: "Send the news and this paper back to Your Majesty."

Seeing this scene, the king present did not continue to descend, but looked at the imposing manner on the letter with a blank face, feeling a little uncontrollable.

I hope that Daxia can really find the hometown of those bugs, so that those bugs can really feel the hatred of human beings.

...

Cut the world of red pupils, the palace.

Xia Xuan handed the paper to the Goddess of Knowledge sitting beside him, and said, "Everything is ready, now it's up to you to manipulate the Goddess."

The Goddess of Knowledge took the paper, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and said: "With this goddess, I can grab a mere space coordinate. Don't talk about space coordinates. Give this goddess a few hundred years, and I will definitely make it work." These civilizations are dead for no apparent reason.”

"I don't have so much time for you." Xia Xuan didn't doubt what the goddess said. Although this guy usually looks a little funny, no one can know what the twenty-one threads in her mind are thinking.

At present, each of the interstellar civilizations in the solar system is a very powerful enemy for Da Xia, who can rub Da Xia's fleet on the ground on the frontal battlefield. But if the goddess of knowledge is really given hundreds of years, it is really possible to make these civilizations die without knowing why. After all, the sun god and the god of death are lessons from the past.

Even the dice of fate was cheated by the goddess of knowledge in the end.

And these interstellar civilizations are now obsessed with the study of high-dimensional energy, and their research on high-dimensional energy has only begun for less than a hundred years, and various understandings of high-dimensional energy still exist on the surface. Encountering a god like the Goddess of Knowledge who has studied high-dimensional energy and laws for millions or even hundreds of millions of years is a blow to dimensionality reduction, and you may not know it between being played and applauded.

If the interstellar civilization does not touch high-dimensional energy, and does not allow life forms with souls to appear in its own civilization, the goddess of knowledge may have nothing to do with them. After all, the two sides are not in the same system, and to destroy them must rely on pure strength. But once they touch the high-dimensional energy and start to use it, the goddess of knowledge has thousands of ways to make them die inexplicably.

The Goddess of Knowledge said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, how could the dragon ride on the face lose? Although the technological level of these interstellar civilizations far exceeds ours, their research and understanding of high-dimensional energy fields are just like modern people's. with the Savage."

"At present, they only know how to absorb high-dimensional energy to transform themselves into souls, and can observe the existence of souls, but they are as blind as they are in deeper things. For example, they have not found my soul that resides in the coordinates."

...

Outside the solar system, there is a space station with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers. This space station is composed of eighteen space stations connected to each other. Space stations are connected with some special space materials, and each space station is separated by tens of kilometers.

These space stations represent the 18 member civilizations of the Twelve Alliances. The reason why they gather together is mainly to prevent human attacks, referred to as holding together for warmth. After all, no one can bear it, the space station is hammered by humans twice every three days.

At the same time, on the side of the space station facing the solar system, tens of thousands of interstellar battleships formed a semicircular formation with a diameter of several thousand kilometers, and energy shields were fired between the battleships to connect them together.

This is mainly to guard against human attacks, to prevent humans from discovering that they have assembled a fleet, and then launching a devastating blow to them. With the experience of the previous wars, various civilizations know that although human beings rely on their own incredible strength to fight close to each other, tearing up mechas, and kicking battleships, it does not mean that humans do not have ultra-long-range attack methods.

Tens of thousands of interstellar warships of different sizes are parked on the space station, and countless energy transport spacecraft return to the space station from the earth, or depart for the earth.

An energy transport spacecraft belonging to the Elder civilization docked on the space station of its own civilization, transporting huge high-dimensional energy containers one by one as before. And one of these high-dimensional energy storage containers is hollow, and what is stored in it is not high-dimensional energy, but a collector transformed from earth creatures.

These high-dimensional energy storage containers were quickly sent to the warehouse, and then one of the containers was quietly opened by several robots and secretly sent to the laboratory. The secret of this deer-head man may have been known by a certain civilization, and now they must figure out this secret as soon as possible, and then destroy this deer-head man.

On the way of the robot to the laboratory, more than a dozen weak spirits quietly left the soul of the staghorn, and flew in all directions to start looking for a new host. However, the high-dimensional consciousness monitoring conference on the space station did not respond at all, or they could not observe these spirits at all.

In the next few months, these spirits continued to change their hosts, and the level of the hosts became higher and higher, from ordinary space station staff to managers of a certain area. Even the host of one of the spirits is a civilization fleet commander, and the commander is also the representative of that civilization in the alliance. A creature very similar in size to a human, with white skin and an exoskeleton covering its head.

Translated into human language, this race is called: Bone Face Race.

One of the twelve civilizations that caused the extinction of mankind, and a core member of the Alliance of Twelve Civilizations.

As the supreme commander of the fleet, this bone-faced man is qualified to absorb high-dimensional energy. A soul was born on his body, and he has broken through the limit of his own life and reached the third level. However, even if his strength reaches the third level, he still cannot realize that he has been parasitized. He even didn't know that his soul was transformed by some kind of power and no longer belonged to him.

The Supreme Commander of the Bone-face Fleet sat in the command room of his own civilized space station, tapping the armrest with his right hand, with a pensive expression on his face.

In the past few months, various civilizations have conducted hundreds of negotiations, and the opinions of the two sides have been constantly approaching, and a consensus is about to be reached. However, the current rewards proposed by those civilizations still have some lions to open their mouths. He is trying to find a way to lower the price a bit.

At this time, a notice suddenly appeared in front of him, the notice of the start of the meeting.

...

In the meeting room, virtual projections of representatives of one civilization after another are connected.

Another new bargaining has begun. The non-Twelve Civilization Alliance wants to get more benefits from the alliance, and the Twelve Civilization Alliance wants to get assistance from other civilizations with minimal benefits.

A few hours later, the civilizations of the non-Twelve Civilization Alliance seemed to have discussed it in advance, and gave the same bargaining chips. This time, they have no intention of retreating.

[In view of the danger of fighting with humans, the Alliance of Twelve Civilizations needs to pay each civilization that provides assistance with a shelter and fifty tons of high-dimensional energy. At the same time, if the number of human kings is successfully reduced, the civilization that provides assistance in the extra safe zone needs to account for 70%. 】

[That is, to provide assistance to all civilizations, and to share 70% of the human cities without kings. 】

A representative of a non-alliance civilization said: "This is the minimum bargaining chip we need. If the alliance cannot give this bargaining chip, then we will refuse to participate in the war, even if we withdraw from the solar system."

The representatives of the alliance civilization all looked a little ugly. These guys let it go, but at this time they united to put pressure on them, they are simply taking advantage of the fire.

Daxia's spirit watched the meeting quietly with the help of the supreme commander of the bone-faced civilization fleet, and these civilization representatives never expected that someone would be able to monitor them in this way.

There are not so many things today, and there is no Calvin, so it should be able to improve day by day.