The Riddler Get Out of Terra

But how could these ancient existences disappear so easily?

The holy king's fight for his life could only bring temporary stability, and Sakaz was able to continue to survive.

But the evil gods and monsters who were severely damaged are still looking at him with eager eyes.

So the emperor's son faced the wind, not inferior to his father!

The children of the warriors are also not afraid of sacrifice, and are still willing to follow this being who regards death as home. They have the mentality of dedicating everything to Sakaz as their fathers have done, and continue to survive for Sakaz with hatred and sadness!

After more than two hundred years and six generations of hard work, the monster was finally sealed.

But the evil god had previously sworn to the ancient will of Sakaz:

"You will be prosperous for a while, but I will not admit defeat. I will turn into Sakaz's never-ending nightmare and the evil thoughts that Sakaz can't get rid of!"

"When these dirty little things forget your sorrow and your compassion, I will come back. I will devour your blood and drain your existence. I will wear Sakaz's skin and be drenched with Sakaz. Kaz’s blood will make your Sarkaz immortal forever!”

The monster even looked up to the sky and howled, cursing the Holy King:

"You kill my descendants and the Yi people today. I wish you and your bloodline will have an unknown old age, transform into red hair, lose wisdom all day long, and only suck dry and devour the Sakaz people!"

"At that time, my tribe and I will be resurrected along your body and descend into this world again, turning your tribe's flesh and blood into mud, and the mud will destroy their bones!"

Sakaz answered directly that day:

"At that time, the new Sakaz will reunite together, in the wilderness, in the wasteland, outside Kazdare, surrounding your devil children and grandchildren, and make them stand in fear all day long and die in pieces! "

With that said, the evil god returns to heaven!

Holy kings and emperors all have the same answer:

"Then my weapons and my thoughts are our descendants and inherit our existence. From then on, we are the only ones accompanying you, a monster like you, to be buried deep in the Nine Springs and never come back!"

Unfortunately, as the civil war broke out, the evil thoughts of living beings aroused evil gods, and flesh, blood, and mud fell to the ground to summon monsters. These ancient things stared at these successors with eager eyes, grinding their teeth to suck blood, and eagerly preparing for revenge.

Whether it's a ghost or a wail, it's all evidence that the legendary monster is awakening.

Such a legend was so strange that at least the lady squirted water out of her mouth when she heard it. She made it clear that there was no such thing and told the mercenaries not to make random guesses.

But this kind of legend wonderfully touched Sakaz's heart, so it spread more and more widely, and the legend of the Holy King began to spread in Kazdaele.

Chapter 38 Dragon Gate

"so what?"

Kong Ming looked inexplicably at Hao Zhao, who was retelling the Kazdel rumors to him vividly. This warrior who rushed into Longmen City with superb skills in the dark early morning and easily escaped from the surveillance of black raincoat was itching to repeat Qiao Lun to Kong Ming. "Great achievements".

"This kind of rumor is based on

This proves nothing. I can connect to the memory, and the legends spread through false rumors simply cannot withstand scrutiny. "

Hao Zhao's enthusiastic and mysterious show off immediately froze on his face.

After all, this is Qiao Lun's first famous story in the world. Hao Zhao, who has a desire for expression and vanity, originally wanted to make Kong Ming happy, but he didn't expect that the IQ director would sneer at the so-called "ancient legend of Kazdaele".

"Such rumors are useless. They will even make the regent notice us, which is of no benefit at all. Red Feather has stopped hunting for shelter. Tell me this...what do you want to prove?"

Kong Ming was even more confused.

"I understand all the processes. There are not many explorers. Hong Yu can't react at all when he encounters a sneak attack. The fact that the blood is not cold will greatly improve the operability of the Origin Stone. It can be used as a "zombie" Provides good magic resistance.”

"It's good news that Kureha, as a fast knife player, can overclock to 120 eight times speed. This proves that non-specialized clones like us are about to be upgraded. Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

Kong Ming's explanation left Hao Zhao speechless. For the first time, Big Maomao understood what it means that the joys and sorrows between people are not connected. He and some of his clones found the pretentious stories that were very satisfying to watch when Kong Ming saw them. It is a meaningless waste and ineffective operation.

In Hao Zhao's opinion, the refreshing story that is worthy of a book and can make all the clones happy is just an evaluation of himself for Kong Ming.

Daju was a little discouraged.

"Of course your idea is necessary."

Even without the connection, Kong Ming could see the loss of Big Maomao and comforted him.

"Qiao Lun does not support one idea to unify all voices. All ideas, smug, cautious, arrogant, and whimsical, are allowed, but the concept of responsibility is different."

...But you guys are so boring.

Hao Zhao slandered.

"Can you tell me about the specific issues? I'm curious about your way of publicity. Also, which feather is responsible for publicity? This type of person can be responsible for the direction of future publicity."

After noticing that Hao Zhao's interest had obviously declined, Kong Ming wisely brought up the next topic. He had to satisfy the big cat's desire for expression, right?

Although this stupid cat committed suicide and watched something he shouldn't have watched the night before, which kept Kong Ming very busy.

"there is nothing!"

When it came to the specific implementation, Hao Zhaoming was very excited, with a "Ask me! Ask me!" look on his face. After being flattered by Kong Ming, who pretended to be confused, he continued to talk to Kong Ming about other feathers. Unparalleled success in this regard:

"Do you still remember Qing Ge who was asked by Qiao Lun to choose a direction to do something? The one who came all the way from Iberia to Sakaz and died in a very strange way!"

"Qingge? I remember that he was a jellyfish-shaped demi-human. His death was really strange. I set up the project and assigned two groups of white feathers to sort out this person's memory. Iberia is very unfamiliar to us. It’s worth allocating computing power to spy on reality. Is this it?”

Kong Ming recalled for a while and remembered that special corpse. This person died very strangely. At first glance, it looked like something was parasitic from the inside, and the body was torn open and ran out.

But when Kong Ming, who was assigned to this corpse, put Qing Ge's body back together, he found that the woman's body was quite intact. The damage to internal organs, tissues, and blood vessels was very small. The only injury was an etched bullet that penetrated the lower abdomen. .

After that, the woman seemed to be broken open by something and died immediately.

This corpse directly reminded Kong Ming of the movie Alien, and he immediately reported it to Qiao Lun. Qing Ge's importance soared, and he was immediately assigned a special feather as a scholar for further observation.

As for the subsequent research, Kong Ming will no longer participate. He designed it as the general manager. This kind of subdivided research is obviously not an area where Kong Ming wants to spend all his energy on losing hair.

Now Qing Ge was actually kicked out to work by Qiao Lun?

Is there something wrong with her memory?

Qiao Lun actually doesn't care about Qing Ge?

With a big question mark, Kong Ming directly checked the memory about Qing Ge:

It took the Feathers one day to sort it out. Qingge's memories from the time she woke up to the time she died were treasures she treasured extremely. This also made the Feathers' job very simple: follow the timeline, and there was no need to piece it together repeatedly to determine the order of memories.

The result made Kong Ming dumbfounded:

Qingge was not a host corrupted by aliens, and such a strange death was not a crazy experiment, it was just a matter of her race.

After death, you will be reborn again, but what comes back is a brand new life, only remembering the racial talent, and the rest is blank.

The new consciousness will forget everything and continue traveling in ignorance. Sometimes the remains will be disposed of, and sometimes they will be thrown away by the new existence of a blank sheet and left to rot.

After that it's easy.

Hong Yu discovered this unique and extraordinarily weak body, and then, what Kong Ming thought and saw on the test bench.

After the recollection ended, Kong Ming continued to communicate with Hao Zhao while sharing the memories he had searched:

"This is Qingge, right? I also wanted to spy on Iberia, but she died and died, and she didn't remember any relevant information."

"That's right, it's her.

"

Hao Zhao replied.

"Originally she was very weak after regeneration, and the constant strengthening of her body couldn't save her. After all, her race's limit is only there, and if she destroys her a little, she will be gone."

"But this woman is really good-looking. You also know that Qiao Lun is a pretty girl."

Hao Zhao winked, and the morning sunlight in Longmen shone on the orange cat's funny face, reflecting colorful shadows.

Kong Ming was stunned. For a moment, it was as if the terrifying starry sky spirituality had never happened. Hao Zhao just went back to Kazdaele and brought back some fresher news.

But he quickly suppressed his thoughts. His enhanced brain had a photographic memory. The threats Hao Zhao faced would not disappear just because of his temporary comfort. Kong Ming could not forget the current danger of Terra.

"She is the first experimental subject to apply energy absorption and over-limit strengthening. The results are remarkable. She has now surpassed the racial threshold and is almost as strong as a ten-year-old Sakaz child."

"Baking in the sun can increase energy, and the increased energy can strengthen the body. Qiao Lun has opened a superman project for this purpose. To be honest, Kong Ming, it's really unlucky that you didn't participate. I feel envious just looking at it."

Hao Zhao did not wait for Kong Ming's reply and continued to explain the progress of Qiao Lun's research to him.

"After that, Qiao Lun kicked her out and worked overtime, saying that he didn't support useless people, although we all know that it was boring after he obtained the clone."

"Qing Ge went to other places..."

Chapter 39 major plans

"She went to the Sakaz camp - because of Hong Feather's amazing results, these mercenaries formed a large camp together, where they used some stories to please the newcomers and barely made a little money."

The sunshine in the rental house was bright, shining on the blank and plain tabletop, turning out particles of dust.

Hao Zhao was sitting on the left side of the reception table, with the sun shining all over his body. There was not a drop of sweat on his majestic and sculpted square cheeks.

Kong Ming, who was facing him, was hiding in the shadows, carefully eating the freshly made buns.

The sky is surprisingly good, the sun has the quality of water, and a graceful shadow walks on the ground, creating sparkling ripples.

The life of a mercenary fighting life and death outside Longmen and the life of staying in the outer ring of Longmen, eating steamed buns and renting a house are two extremes.

The former acts recklessly and decides the direction of life based on likes and dislikes. If he is right, he will make a lot of money, and he will drink with people who can see him through it. If he is wrong, he will pay the price and lick his wounds through gritted teeth.

The latter can fill the stomach, and you don't have to worry about the crisis-ridden scene. Source Stone infection and bullet rain will not be so frequent and painful, but it is difficult to look at all living beings on the land of Terra with such high spirits.

Kong Ming somewhat remembered his discussion with Qiao Lun.

Mr. Qiao is used to dividing into two groups, one group praising his ideas and stating the benefits of doing so, and the other group having to refute his views and citing the sensational shortcomings.

This is to prevent him from committing the old habit of being stubborn and disobedient again.

Every week, the intelligent avatars will share their memories in different locations and discuss Terra's culture, ecology, and political development. Every time, there will be a lot of noise. This one supports feudal autocracy, and the other insists on listening to public opinion, and no one is convinced by the other.

Until the day after Kong Ming arrived at Longmen a week ago, Qiao Lun directly identified all ideologies in the spiritual network:

"Don't be dogmatic. Terra and Earth are different. Their thinking lags behind, their technology is advanced and advanced, and their physical fitness is completely advanced. There are many differences. It is wrong to insist on applying past experiences."

This is a refutation of Feather who proposed to repeat that journey.

"Feudal? I've heard this saying: 'Even if you do it yourself, don't do feudalism, it's too low-level.'"

Qiao Lun calmed down for a moment and thought for a while before continuing to give examples. This sentence was enough to prove his own tendency more than a thousand words.

"Besides, I still want to go home and stay here to be a local emperor? I think you are making things difficult for me, Qiao."

The feathers of Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Zhao Lie, and Wei Wu were speechless.

"I remember reading a book called The Crowd. There was an interesting point in it: 'The overall IQ of the crowd decreases as the number of participants increases.' What's more, people like Terra don't even have basic ideas. None, and you are still blindly dating the so-called virtuous king?"

Qiao Lun sneered.

"I admire their combat ideas and their strategic whims, but they have made no achievements on a greater and greater road. They should continue to pursue a watermelon, but they were defeated halfway The idiot next to me shouted to stop, and after picking up some large sesame seeds, I was willing to turn back.

So what do you think?

The feathers asked knowingly.

"What else can I do?"

Qiao Lun clapped his hands as he simulated himself in the mental space.

"I know that productivity theory is wrong, but what is Kazdaele's most important contradiction now?"

"Wars occur frequently and refugees are displaced. As long as one party in the civil war is unwilling to compromise and continues to exert pressure, there will always be a backlash and nothing will end."

"But how much damage has this war caused to people's livelihood? I don't want to discuss the necessity of the Katzdale station, but every Jolon must realize that the war is destroying Katzdale.

The Sakaz of Zdel, specifically the law-abiding Sakaz. "

"The land with excessive radiation from the Origin Stone cannot grow food, the displaced people cannot raise talents, and the years of war cannot produce factories. The civil war has destroyed everything."

"What we need to do in the early stage will be clear as long as we clarify this contradiction: we need to gather refugees, swallow excessive amounts of Originium with cold blood in a hidden location to reduce radiation, and feed these poor people who are hungry."

“Having enough food is more important than anything else to these ordinary Sakaz people.”

With a crackling sound, Kong Ming's mental projection passed through his painful senses. This was not some kind of punishment, it was just Qiao Lun's connection with some feathers.

Pain is one of the most attention-grabbing feelings, and Joellen would not be polite to his feathers.

"Kong Ming, I need you to get some seeds in the Yan Kingdom, and also find some agricultural experts in the Yan Kingdom. No matter what method you use, you can get the knowledge."

Kong Ming snapped his fingers in response.

"When we gather enough candidates, we have to take them out. Excessive population will only attract attention before industrialization is completed, so we must separate."

"But we need to pay attention to the number of people in the settlement. It must be enough to meet the minimum number of people for the operation of our newly established factory while saving enough food. On this point @Bemos, I need you to use Qimen Dunjia for construction."

With a smile on her face, Bemos was about to stand up and open her mouth to speak. It took less than a second for Kong Ming to realize that she wanted to die again. A mental whip shut the mouth of this person who symbolized self-censorship and self-deprecation.

After all, it was Qiao Lun's meeting time, and it was too strange for Bemos to go up and cause trouble.