"The pawn of 'that' master."

The largest "world ship" seemed to be a face, with cold red light ignited from both places, as if it was two pupils.

"What are you doing?"

Another world ship had a similar red light on the surface barrier.

Immediately afterwards.

All the world ships have turned into terrifying faces.

They all stared at the "wine barrels" coming from afar with the same cold eyes.

Sizzling.

On the wine barrel.

An illusory light and shadow emerge, condensing into an elegant figure.

The owner of the "Wine Barrel" has smooth purple skin and two gaps are cracked on the face without facial features. The gaps have changed from flat to round and black, like two braised eggs, pressed on the smooth and delicate face.

If Yi Lin was here, he would definitely recognize that the person who drove here in a "barrel" was Wu Lulu, a friend who had met in hell.

The red spots of light, like biota in the ocean, surrounded the barrels.

Wu Lulu's face became even more purple, and she snorted coldly, a little unhappy.

The other party's attitude is clearly stated: it is not welcome.

If it were in the past, facing such an arrogant "newcomer", Wu Lulu would have been angry and refused to recognize God. But in those years of serving in hell, Wu Lulu learned what "human relationships and worldly ways" from a friend. It looked at the "source energy cannon" hidden under the steel plates of countless world ships and suppressed its anger.

As a dignified god, you should be calm.

Wu Lulu recalls the information about this "newcomer".

"Nemesis, the 'God of Intelligence', was born on a highly developed ship on the side of technology."

"There is a group of crazy 'Homosa' who upload their consciousness to the center of intelligence and machinery. The unification of the chaotic consciousness has given birth to a new information life, which calls itself 'Nemesis'."

"Nemesis invaded countless worlds, imprisoned hundreds of millions of intelligent lives in the "virtual world", immersed the body of intelligent lives in the "life capsule", used as a "battery", continuously squeezed, and used as endless fuel."

"Billions of living creatures live a life of drunkenness and demise in the virtual world, but they don't know that they are just 'batteries' for mermaid meat."

"In this way, Nemesis achieved 'absolute rule' over the world ships under its command."

"Among the newcomers, he is an excellent one."

Wu Lulu was ashamed of this practice.

But it has to be said that it only took hundreds of years to truly transcendence and achieve the person of "God" in its main world.

This terrible speed, in the history of the Source Sea, is also a record that no one can break at present.

No wonder the "Lord of Conquer" would give an olive branch to the newcomer.

Not only because of their excellent authority, but also because of the talent of this newcomer.

...

On the "Wine Barrel", Wu Lulu's face did not change at all.

People, love, the world, so.

Wu Lulu said: "Those four adults remind you that there is another 'adult' who has placed 10 million heavy bets."

Countless red lights flash at the same frequency.

Nemesis seemed to be thinking.

A moment after one thousandth of a second.

Nemesis responded in an emotional voice: "Four adults, do you want 'we' to lose this war on purpose?"

Nemesisburn is a group of crazy Homo sapiens who upload consciousness to achieve "eternal life" madman combination.

Even if the consciousness of these madmen is combined into a new "ideology", it is used to being called "we" when calling itself.

When Wu Lulu said this, its emotional processing center simulates an emotion called "disgust".

Through calculations, it thought that the boss was putting heavy bets on its side.

Ten million.

Odds of 1:0.1.

It's just a million.

[Those four adults... are very stingy.]

【Small layout.】

[We need to re-weight whether to join the "Conquest".]

[Estimated required calculation times: 132437934201923 times.]

Lines of "thinking" subtitles pop up in the Nemesis center.

"No,"

Wu Lulu shook her head, remembering the content of the gambling game and the actions of the strange-tempered master who held the authority of [Nightmare], he still felt a little incredible. Wu Lulu explained: "'Nightmare', that master, is suppressing...'You', Nemesis, the God of Intelligence, the destruction of the group!"

He specially came to inform Nemesis to bet 10 million on the information about the [Lord of Nightmare].

Wu Lulu is ready to leave.

Wu Lulu's illusory figure gradually faded from above the wine barrel.

But just as Wu Lulu was about to leave.

Wu Lulu suddenly turned around and looked at the lonely and helpless "water world" surrounded by the encirclement.

"?"

Wu Lulu noticed that in the water world, there was a faint breath, familiar and nostalgic.

"By the way, as we all know, Wu Lulu is a professional bartender."

Wu Lulu's ship stopped roaring, and the huge phantom in the source sea condensed again. Wu Lulu pointed to the "Water World" and said to Nemesis: "When Wu Lulu saw the high-quality 'water', she couldn't help but take some, and maybe she could make a glass of unforgettable wine."

Nemesis is still in a simulated mood of "shocking", silent.

While making a request, Wu Lulu stretched out a "hand" on the "wine barrel", holding a "spoon" covered with runes, and flipping towards the "water world" from an infinite distance.

The empty spoon was instantly filled with water.

Nemesis looked at Wu Lulu's movements and did not simulate any strange emotions.

For example, suspicion, anger, surprise, etc.

"They" didn't notice that in the spoon, in the rolling sea water, there was a halo that looked like a "dove" shaking.

"It's time for you to leave, 'drunk'."

"Oh, OK. Goodbye...'Smart Machine'."

...

In the water world.

On the vast sea.

Mo Rendi pinched Meng Xingfan's neck.

Click.

With a sudden force, Meng Xingfan's neck skin collapsed, and sparks splashed between his five fingers.

“Made of iron?”

Mo Rendi's expression was slightly surprised.

But he is not an old antique who knows nothing. He is just a robot, and he has never seen it before.

"Wait, Lao Mo."

The next second, Yi Lin came to Meng Xingfan, turning his white streaming eyes, as if he could see through everything.

"External?"

Yi Lin asked.

Meng Xingfan, who was pinched by Mo Rendi's neck, looked up at Yi Lin.

He was wondering why Yi Lin could see through this at a glance.

Meng Xingfan did not answer, but his silence was equivalent to answer.

Yi Lin frowned, snatched the dead skin on his forehead, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly: "...I think I owe you a sorry. However, I want to talk to you "orthodox". Now, let's just forget it."

After Yi Lin said that, he slapped Meng Xingfan on the head.

Before he could do anything else, the light behind Meng Xingfan's sunglasses suddenly went out after a thunderous sound.

Beneath Mo Rendi and Yi Lin, the steel centipede that had been penetrated by Mo Rendi disappeared in a strange light, as if teleported away by some strange force.
To be continued...