Abaddon sat back on his throne, watching the Ork ships through a suspended projection.
He wanted to give the order to attack.
The best way to get along with green orcs is to turn them into corpses.
Abaddon killed many orcs.
During the Great Crusade, he accompanied Horus and the Emperor in destroying the Ork Empire.
The disgust for these green-skinned creatures was engraved into his bones.
But Abaddon's heart was full of worries.
Now is not the best time to fight against the cancerous army.
Once we take action against this greenskin army, we will inevitably be blamed by Marvel.
How should he respond then
What's more, starting a war rashly will also bring casualties to oneself.
After weighing the pros and cons, Abaddon sighed and chose to endure.
He only brought back part of the army to avoid arousing Marvel's vigilance.
The rest of the army was given to Vashtor and several other Black Legion leaders.
He returned with a remnant of his army, pretending to have been defeated by the empire and had to flee back.
Abaddon did not see the clone Horus inhabited by Yog-Sothoth, but only saw his spokesperson - Mar-Vell.
Apparently, it was true that the fool had suffered a great loss at the hands of Guilliman.
Thinking of this, Abaddon felt somewhat happy.
He had previously brazenly said that he and the entire Black Legion were trash, which was why they suffered losses repeatedly at the hands of the Empire.
Guilliman really treats everyone equally when it comes to slapping people in the face.
The Cancer Legion received the same treatment as the Black Legion.
Thinking back to when he had made big promises in the past, he would be slapped in the face by Guilliman.
The cancer army must be deeply experiencing the feeling of wanting to eat people.
... ... ..
Marvel, the leader of the Cancer Legion, was not very welcoming to Abaddon's return, and even showed a look of disgust during the video communication.
Just after taunting Abaddon, he suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Empire.
Even the clone of the great Yog-Sothoth was severely damaged by the opponent.
This blatant slap in the face made Marvel so angry that he almost went crazy when he thought about it.
He felt that Abaddon had returned just to taunt him.
To be honest, Marvel is obsessed with killing Abaddon.
It's obvious that this guy is not the kind of person who is willing to be inferior to others.
As long as I find the opportunity, I will definitely betray you.
Considering the current lack of manpower, the Empire is coming again with great force.
Marvel didn't take action in the end.
After discussing with several other legion leaders, it was decided to keep Abaddon and let him defend the Agri system.
Abaddon naturally had no objection to such a mission.
He is very familiar with that place.
By then, even if there is a major defeat, we will be able to escape in time.
He took his "remnants" to Agri, waiting for the reckless man Kalga to defeat his enemy in one fell swoop, so that he could reap the benefits.
Abaddon couldn't help but feel excited about his own strategy.
Calga's IQ is simply pitiful.
He had no idea that he was being played around by others.
To be honest, that's all Calgar is capable of.
If Guilliman hadn't been helping him, he would have been killed by himself countless times.
With a little trick, he made the imperial army his sword of revenge.
Abaddon's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
If these orcs had not arrived, he might have been more satisfied.
He was filled with contempt for that waste Yog-Sothoth.
It's so embarrassing for an omniscient and omnipotent person to end up like this.
This is true even for clones.
It's so miserable that they have to unite with the aliens to fight against the empire.
Of course, this kind of contempt can only be expressed in the heart.
The cancerous Legion and the possessed Horus were still very terrifying, unable to defeat the Empire's terrible army, but able to crush him easily.
Appropriate tolerance is still necessary.
When the time is right, he will stab that damn idiot to death and let the other party know that no matter what kind of shitty god it is, it cannot humiliate him.
Abaddon stood up and walked to the sacrificial platform in front of the throne.
The only light source on the platform is the eight-pointed star neon light that runs through the floor.
The neon lights also illuminated chains with bloody runes decorating the distant ceiling.
It illuminated the pale form shrouded in robes of decay, bound with protective bands of veiled armor, and fastened securely in grooves around the edge of the room.
These are the oracles, the bodies that continue to whisper and hiss.
It was difficult to hear the faint breathing of the sacrifices.
Bound within these corpses are spirits from Hell, emanating the power of the Warp.
This was the latest means of communication that Vashtor had provided him.
This method of communication allowed both parties to exchange information instantly, which strengthened Abaddon's control over the Black Legion and made him more confident in backstabbing the Cancerous Legion.
"We received a message." The officer in charge of monitoring the information receiving device stood up.
The officer was wearing a dirty uniform.
His hair had been shaved, revealing a bald scalp.
The broad face was carved with the octagonal runes of Chaos.
Standing in front of Abaddon, his whole body was shaking, as if he was approaching something extremely terrifying.
"What information?" Abaddon suppressed his anger towards the aliens and looked at the servant in front of him who was reporting.
"It's a message sent by the orcs. They demand that we immediately move out of the way and let their ships pass, otherwise they will crush us." The servant was even trembling when he said this, fearing that the big plunderer would kill him in an instant.
"What?" Abaddon slammed his fist on the brass edge of the War Table.
Some enemy threat icons on the holographic battle situation sand table fell down with a plop and became motionless.
The officer who reported the incident became even more frightened and was shaking like a sieve.
"Are they serious? Let me get out of their way, ...
Abaddon roared in anger.
His eyes were already blazing with anger.
Staying in the same galaxy with these damn orcs was the biggest concession he could make.
Now that damn green-skinned barbarian actually asked me to give way to him.
The big plunderer's body was trembling slightly, and he was almost swallowed by the anger in his heart.
At this moment, a strange scream sounded.
Following the direction of the sound, I saw a machine slave connected to a data cable making a shrill scream.
New information has come into Abaddon's ship.
There was a burst of flickering static electricity in the air, outlining a huge information window in the air.
It doesn't look clear and flickers.
Abaddon knocked hard again, and the projection finally stabilized.
A huge, ferocious orc face appeared in the distorted holographic image.
"Get away from me, you bad guy, or I'll put a big hole in your head with my big gun."
Abaddon looked at the orcs in front of him. Not only did he ask his fleet to make way, but now he was also attacking them in the face.
His face was extremely gloomy and he clenched his teeth.
He really wanted to use his magic sword to pierce the orc's heart, chop off his head, and hang it on the ship to let the orc know the consequences of provoking him.
When he thought of the Cancer Legion, of the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of that false Horus.
Abaddon controlled his rage.
It will be still in time to kill this orc with a sword after we have dealt with the cancerous legion.
"We already have our own defenses. If we mobilize them, it will cause a lot of problems." Abaddon said.
"We don't care about you bastards, get out of the way of Master Ufo or I'll put a big hole in your head, WAAAGH."
The orc warlord laughed.
Abaddon knew that this guy was just a lunatic.
They don't care about any strategy or defense line.
In the minds of those fungus guys, there is nothing but fighting.
"One day, I will kill you." Abaddon said in his heart.
"Hurry up, or I'll open fire. You ugly bastard, do you want to challenge Uncle Wufu? If not, get out of here. Uncle Wufu will protect you here."
Abaddon looked at the orc warlord.
I know now is not a good time to take action.
The best time will be when the cancerous army is dealt with.
When the time comes, he will make this damn green-skinned barbarian pay the price he deserves.
"Move the ships aside and let them pass," Abaddon said word by word.
"I knew that you guys are just cowards and don't dare to fight me fist to fist."
The Ork warlords cut communications.
Abaddon was so angry that his face turned blue and white.
With one punch, he knocked a slave beside him into the wall. Other slaves who came over used water to wash the unfortunate guy down.
The body was completely torn into pieces.
This shows how terrible Abaddon's anger is.
The huge ships moved to make way for the bloated and huge orc ships.
... ...
"Boss is awesome."
"Those bad guys don't dare to resist you."
"Long live Boss Ufo, WAAAGH."
... ..
Many orc boys surrounded Wufu and shouted excitedly.
Uffer also laughed.
"When we see good shrimps, we can't beat them, so we can only run away. But we are not afraid of these bad shrimps."
"The boss is wise." said a small orc.
"That's a nice thing to say." Wu Fu slapped him away, "But no matter how nice it is, you can't touch my most beloved gun."
Wu Fu looked at the huge gun in his hand that could hold shells, and wiped the saliva left by the orc boy just now.
He knew a lot of boys were looking at his big gun.
After all, it is big, long, hard, and has strong firepower, strong enough to make the enemy shout "No, no!"
Putting the gun on his waist, Wufu started walking and kicked away all the orc boys who didn't have time to move away.
"Let's get ready to land. We need to search and see if there are any good things."
"But the surface is the territory of those bad guys. Those guys have teamed up with us. Should we attack them?" asked a robot boy.
Hearing about a fight, the orc boys cheered and hit the iron pipes or the floor beside them with their guns and machetes.
"We are all allies, so what if we use their things?" Wu Fu said, "I use his things because Uncle Wu Fu thinks highly of him. Let the boys parachute in, but don't go to destroy the fortress of Xiami, they might really open fire. Don't worry about other places, just plunder them thoroughly."
Ulfo smiled a smile that was full of arrogance and viciousness.
"Now, get out there and get to work. Loot the entire surface of the planet and plant those farts in the mud. We're going to completely take over this planet and fill it with WAAAAGH as quickly as possible."
Ufo is not one of those idiots who only know how to fight.
He prefers to fill every world with orcs.
The more orcs there are, the WAAAAGH they are, and the stronger he will be.
No matter how powerful the shrimps are, there is no way to eliminate all the orcs.
This is why Ufo always runs away but becomes more and more powerful.
He would plant orcs wherever he went, making every place he set foot filled with orc fungi.
To defeat one orc, there are still thousands and millions of orcs to come.
Ufo would even throw orcs onto planets controlled by other races, breed the orcs, and then run away.
Make full use of the orcs' BUG-level reproduction ability.
Under Ufo's landing order, the orc ships rushed out a large number of orc aircraft, just like a fungus sac spewing out countless fungi.
The aircraft rushed through the atmosphere, and the extremely fast speed caused the surface of the aircraft and the atmosphere to rub violently, forming flames.
From the ground, it looks like meteors falling to the ground.
A piercing alarm rang out throughout the massive fortress built by the Chaos Warriors.
As they planned their defense against an unknown enemy.
Abaddon stopped them.
Fighting a war of attrition with the orcs here is undoubtedly the stupidest thing to do.
That would only delay your own work.
Abaddon suppressed his anger and contacted the orc warlord again, trying to get an explanation.
"We want to build a base, too." Ufo said with a cunning smile, "We don't trust your technology. Look at what you've built. It's just lame. You should paint all the cannons red so that they have better firepower. You should also install a lot of good stuff on them."
"Look at you guys, you have nothing but bare ground. A fortress like that can't stop those good guys. Let those smart mechanics teach you how to build a big and strong one."
Upon hearing this, Abaddon felt a sweetness in his throat and almost vomited blood out of frustration.
Don't even mention whether your orc buildings can be seen? If they can be repaired and not collapse, that is i
Can it be used?
That pile of garbage would have been smashed to death in large numbers even before the Empire arrived.
Realizing that any communication between him and the other party would only make him mad.
Abaddon chose to give up communication and ordered his men to withdraw important equipment to the fortress, allowing the surface to be plundered by the orcs and build a garbage city.
Ufo and others used garbage to build their own fortress.
The fortress looked much better than any Abaddon had seen before.
I thought that the matter had come to an end, and that the two sides should be able to get along in peace for a while while waiting for the Empire's attack.
This is indeed the case.
While fighting was raging elsewhere on the Cadia battlefield, the area where they were was eerily quiet.
It seemed as if the Empire had given up on this route.
It turns out not to be.
Soon, the Imperial Stone-Dorn arrived with a fleet of terrifying size.
The orc army once again opened Abaddon's eyes.
He swore that he had never seen such a shameless orc.
No matter how much resentment Abaddon has towards the cancerous legion, he still has to put on a proper show.
Fire two shots at the Empire, then turn around and make a strategic retreat.
The orcs didn't even bother to act when they saw the Imperial ships appear at the edge of the galaxy.
They activated the energy device of the huge garbage city.
Huge flames and anti-gravity arrays provide the thrust for suspension below, pushing a majestic garbage city high into the sky.
Then I wanted to escape.
Yes, run away.
The brutality and toughness shown before were gone.
Just drag the created city away and escape.
Abaddon, who originally wanted to change the direction of the warship to meet the enemy, was stunned.
He didn't even want to pretend to do anything and just retreated.
When did the orcs have this kind of brains!
When did one become so shameless!
He also planned to fire two shots, then let the orcs fight to the death while he escaped.
Now, all his plans were disrupted.
"They are heading out of the galaxy and have detected subspace fluctuations. Cracks are opening." A crew member on the side said loudly.
"It has been detected that the warp fluctuations are flattening. The Empire is blocking the warp. It is expected that it will be completely blocked in seven hours."
"Sir, we must evacuate as soon as possible. We need to enter the warp far away from the star system and a place that is not affected by the Empire."
"We can't fight back. The orcs have abandoned us and fled. The Empire is blocking the warp. If we stay here, we will just be lambs to be slaughtered."
"I have never seen such a shameless and cowardly orc."
Several legion commanders spoke up and Abaddon quickly came up with a brilliant idea.
He could both avenge that damned orc warlord and stop the Empire so that he could leave with his body intact.
Abaddon smiled cruelly.
"Concentrate your fire on the propulsion system of the largest Ork warship to disable it."
His order was quickly carried out.
The Chaos Warriors' ships unleashed a barrage of barrages, targeting the Ork ships that had originally been their allies.
The Orc ships were only interested in escaping and had no idea that their allies would do such a thing.
All Uffer could think of was putting all his energy into the thrusters so that he could run faster.
The empire cannot be conquered.
You can't hit him.
Void Shield at its weakest state.
The Empire is still outside the galaxy, so there is no need to put energy into void shields.
Abaddon ordered many ships to concentrate their fire to break the fragile void shield, destroying the engines of the Ork flagship and several other warships, as well as the metal garbage city that was built by looting.
As the battleship shook, Uffer looked confused.
It wasn't until Jiba Boy came over and told him what happened that he realized he was attacked.
"Damn it! How dare these dragons attack Master Wufu? Fight back! Fight back fiercely."
Uffer was furious and ordered a counterattack.
Abaddon was cunning, and distanced himself after the fight.
His ships took some hits, but it wasn't a big deal.
He then accelerated the ship and fled out of the galaxy.
Looking at the escaping shrimp warship, Wu Fu gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Boss, what should we do? Our boat is broken!
"The orc boy next to him screamed, "Come here, those good shrimps."
"Retreat to other intact ships. We have to escape as quickly as possible." Ufo stared at the flashing holocron. The red color representing the Empire was getting closer and closer.
We can't waste any more time, we have to evacuate as soon as possible.
A strong light shattered Uffer's hopes.
The Empire released impact weapons that were the size of fighter jets and shaped like water droplets.
They slammed into the Ork ships whose engines were still intact at sub-light speeds.
Although it was blocked by the enhanced void shield and caused no damage, it successfully prevented Ufo's escape plan.
The void shield consumed a large amount of energy to transfer the terrifying impact force to the subspace.
The remaining energy is not enough to continue accelerating.
The number of Ufo's ships slowed down visibly.
Looking at the dense light spots on the holographic projection, they were all released impact weapons and void fighters.
The plan to abandon the fleet and escape with his confidants also failed.
Realizing that if I stayed in the void any longer, I might die.
"Return to the surface, boys. We will meet those damn shrimps on the surface." Ufo looked at the ship of the bad shrimps that was about to escape the detection range, and was so angry that he punched the already dilapidated control console.
Don't let yourself get back alive, or he'll stuff that bastard into his big gun and blow him to pieces.
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... ... ... ... ... ..
"He was there, witnessing everything that happened to me."
In the Primarch's study room inside the Invincible Truth, Ryan closed his eyes slightly, as if just recalling that person would cause unbearable pain to his tough, strong soul.
Kakar sat in front of the Primarch, listening to the ancient story.
From the Primarch of the Dark Angels comes a tale of ancient honor, ancient betrayal, a dark past and the secrets of Chaos.
It reflects everything about human beings.
The betrayal of weakness, the distortion of honor, the destruction of hope, and the redemption of despair.
It all started with Caliban.
When the Emperor and his Angels came, the mutation and corruption of the Chaos Realm cursed Caliban, transforming it into one of the deadliest Death Worlds in the entire galaxy.
Terrible beasts stalk the forests of Caliban.
Nothing was safe in that scary place, and one wrong step in the woods could cost you your life.
Among them, the most terrifying are those terrible beasts.
Each of the beasts of Caliban is unique.
No two behemoths are alike.
Some look like a giant reptile, some look like a mammal, and some look like insects.
Of course, it is also possible that it is a mixture of the above.
One behemoth might attack you with teeth and fangs, a second with tentacles and beak, and a third will finish you off with horns and hooves.
When you have avoided those dangers, a guy will rush out and spit corrosive venom at you.
If there is anything to be found in common among these behemoths, it is that they must have been shaped by the nightmares of Caliban.
Each of those giant beasts is huge, muscular, of astonishing size, extremely ferocious, intelligent, and possesses a cunning far beyond that of humans.
Kakar records information about the destroyed world.
The world that gave birth to the Dark Angels Chapter.
"He brought me back to the Grand Order, taught me swordplay, and personally taught me the language of Caliban. I learned very quickly, and in just a few months, I could rival their most knowledgeable scholars and possess the strongest swordsmanship in the entire order."
"Luther was my mentor, but I have far surpassed him. At that time, he still had no hatred, but was happy for everything I achieved. I took control of the Grand Knights and broke the long-standing tradition of the Caliban Knights. I no longer simply selected knight candidates from the heirs of the nobility. As long as those people can prove that they are qualified to obtain the status of knight, they can learn how to become a knight."
"Reform is always painful. Many people oppose me, but Luther always stands by me. I am encouraged by his support. My ambition may be innate, or it may be a program preset by the Emperor when he created us."
"After the Grand Knights were under my control, I set out to conquer Caliban. With my personal charm and power far beyond that of ordinary people, I easily convinced them to join my cause. The only exception was the Knights of Sirius. They refused to join our team and issued a warning."
"What kind of warning?" Kakar asked.
"The Behemoth is Caliban's line of defense."
"What's the meaning?"
Kakkar showed confusion and bewilderment.
"I will reveal this secret in the next story." Ryan stood up and walked to the porthole of the study. He stared at the countless buildings on the Truth Invincible through the porthole with his back to Kakar.
"Caliban has always been tainted by the power of Chaos. There is a prisoner imprisoned there, the Serpent of Fate, also known as Ouroboros, an abomination. The Dark Watcher has set a seal there and is looking for the prisoner, Lord Cypher."
"Lord Cypher led the Sirius Knights to seek another way to rescue Caliban. The monsters mutated because the prison was unable to seal off all the power of the evil creature, and the overflowing power created those terrifying monsters. They couldn't elaborate on the reasons. In that era without the protection of the wall, any talk about the existence of those false gods would strengthen them."
"The Sirius Knights opposed the extermination of the behemoth because they were afraid that after the death of the behemoth, the overflowing power would affect humans. I chose another path and destroyed the Sirius Knights who disagreed with me. I inherited their knowledge and continued the task of guarding the prisoners."
"I thought I could bring true salvation to Caliban, but I found out I was wrong in the end. Arrogance and conceit destroyed me and Caliban. After the Emperor came, the command of the First Legion was handed over to me. Luther and many knights joined the Knights and became my right-hand men. My control over the Legion was too overbearing and dictatorial, and I did not allow any doubts. I alone enjoyed the honor that the warriors had won through bloody battles. The world only knew the Lion-Ryan, but no one knew Luther and others."
"Until the Sashro incident, the ruler of the local planet expressed his willingness to surrender, but secretly prepared a nuclear bomb to assassinate me. Luther found out about this, but did not tell me immediately. It may be because he resented that I enjoyed all the honors alone, or it may be because of jealousy and ambition. But he was not cruel enough after all. Not long after, he returned to the hangar and dismantled the nuclear bomb. When I learned about this, I felt unprecedented anger, but I did not reflect on it at all. Instead, I regarded Luther's actions as a stain on my honor. If other brothers knew that my subordinates had tried to kill me, it would be a great trampling on my image."
"I sent everyone who knew about this back to Caliban to train new recruits there. Even those who were only involved in dismantling the nuclear bomb were all sent back to ensure that no one knew this secret."
Kakkar remained silent.
He lowered his head and wrote.
When the fragments of the past are completed and become the complete truth, people will clearly see the pain and unbearableness behind the sacred legend.
Nothing is truly pure and flawless.
Anything that looks beautiful is rooted in ugliness and darkness.
Human beings grow up in pain, but later generations beautify this pain.
"I admit that I valued honor at that time. I carefully protected the image I created, just like other primarchs kept their secrets. Each primarch had his own fearful secrets. We were created as demigods, but we had human souls. We were greedy for glory and recklessly squandered the power given by the Emperor, believing that the world should run according to our imagination."
"The Sashro incident should have made me think, but I didn't. At that time, I thought that the fault was not mine, and Luther and others should be loyal to me and fight for me without complaint."
"Now, ten thousand years later, when I woke up from that long sleep, I always doubted myself. At that time, did I still care about the soldiers of those legions? Did I really regard them as my descendants, brothers, and comrades?"
"What is the meaning of loyalty? I ignored their feelings and their voices. I stubbornly grasped power but could not learn to listen. My father gave me a demigod body and unparalleled power, but forgot to leave a gap for me to feel the pain of mortals."
"I expelled my mentors, cruelly stripped the honors of those warriors who were loyal to their duties, and sent them back to Caliban, just to preserve my image."
"But this is not the end. Not long after, I did something even more cruel to the warriors I exiled. I made them lose all their honor and made them lose face in front of their brother legions. This was more painful for them than killing them, but I did it, cruelly taking away all of this in the name of their genetic father. They loved me so much, more than anything in the world. Even if I asked them to die, they would do it without hesitation, but I was so cruel to do that to them."
"What kind of thing?" Kakar asked.
"This matter has to do with another person, a name that is forbidden to be mentioned by the Empire."
"who?"
"Horus."
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Sacrifice Island.
A strange blood moon with a smiling face appeared above the velvety night sky.
There are no stars, only one moon.
Darkness enveloped the island and eerie sounds echoed in the air.
If they listen carefully, players will hear the voices of friends and family members who have passed away.
They called the players' names softly, as gentle as water, seeping into the players' hearts little by little, prying open the hard shell and touching the soft heart.
The voices whispered hatred, whispered betrayal.
He spoke out the sins of the people around him, and their greed and ambitions.
The gentle voice tempted the players to strike first.
Kill your companions in the most brutal way.
Pull out their intestines and hang them up.
Then pull out the bones and arrange them into twisted and weird postures.
Sometimes someone would look crazy and use props on other players, taking advantage of their unpreparedness.
"You all want me to die, you all want me to die, so you can't blame me. I just want to live, live."
“Why do you have to do this!
Why do I have to live in such a hell world? I don't want to be a player, I don't want to kill people, but I don't want to be someone's dog, I don't want to die, so please die, die."
The house closest to Qiu Chen was filled with the frantic cries of players.
He looked like a lunatic with a mental breakdown, and his roar was like a wild beast cornered, helpless and full of aggression.
There is a reason why players are so cruel and violent in the real world.
The pressure they are under is unimaginable to non-players.
Betrayal, calculation, killing.
The most despicable and despicable behaviors of human nature will happen in the game.
In despair and loneliness, fighting those unspeakable monsters alone.
In this game, friendship that you can trust with your back is more precious and rare than top-level props.
They endure everything but cannot speak out, for they are afraid of exposing their weaknesses and becoming the target of other players' fooling and fun.
They are like lonely wild beasts, using their sharp teeth and claws to declare that they are not to be trifled with.
Qiu Chen sat at the tea table by the window. The light in the room could not reach far before being swallowed up by the darkness.
Those strange creatures hid outside the light, making rustling sounds.
The little silver bug that was watching him was now flying in circles above the tea table.
The props from the reincarnation game are very magical props to ordinary people who have little knowledge.
But to the empire, it is just garbage.
Monitor bugs. Users can use this item to monitor targets. The usage range of the item is 20km.
Such a large scope of use is enough to cover regular copies.
This is a great tool for players.
Qiu Chen’s comment was that this rubbish prop would be worse than a drone.
It's fancy, but still not as good as simple industrial assembly line products.
Of course, the target of the bug is small enough, which makes it a far better target than a drone.
Used to explore some strange rooms and strange areas. Small things are quite useful.
He didn't just kill the bug that was spying on him.
Instead, it can create enough illusions to deceive the opponent.
It is quite interesting to watch these pretentious players collecting information, speculating on the game mechanics, and occasionally showing an expression that says "Don't touch my reverse scale, or I will kill your whole family."
If he was willing to spend some money, he could also invade the copy, modify the data of the silver bug, and take control of it.
Qiu Chen naturally had no interest in doing such a thing, he just wanted to tease the other person and have some fun.
Giving a little leniency to those who are about to die has always been Qiu Chen's principle.
Li Te and Si both held props and looked at Qiu Chen who was showing off his tea art with vigilance.
Qiu Chen didn't care, but made tea in an orderly manner according to the steps.
When he finished the last step, he poured the green tea into the cup and said, "Sit down. Drinking a sip of hot tea at this late hour is a nice treat."
"Do you think we would drink tea from someone who barged into our room without permission?" Si tensed up like a beast about to attack.
His words were low and contained a suppressed anger.
"If it were me, I wouldn't do that either." Qiu Chen smiled and said, "But this is the most appropriate and sincere way of conversation that I can think of. Even if we don't drink, we can still sit down and chat."
"We're not interested in chatting. The best way to show your sincerity is for you to get out of here right now," Si said.
"Are you really not interested? You should know that you will die here. Even if not for yourself, think about your friends, right? You will become a sacrifice."
"We will find a way to get through this ourselves, you don't have to worry about that."
"You can't pass the level, because I will pass it tomorrow. After I pass it, do you know what will happen to the remaining players?"
"You're lying. How could a normal player collect all the clues in one day?"
"I never said I was a normal player." Qiu Chen took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I'll observe you one day and clear the dungeon one day. Otherwise, if I delay too long, it will affect my performance."
"Who are you?" Li Te asked, "Who would consider clearing a dungeon as an achievement?"
"This matter is very complicated. It is difficult for people like you who have not received much education to understand. You can think of me as a member of a player organization. I am recruiting you now. The advance payment is to take you out alive in this dungeon."
"Although I am a player, I am also a doctor with degrees in multiple disciplines," said Litt.
When Qiu Chen heard this, he couldn't help but complain.
Lit is indeed a weirdo among players.
Who would become a player and then take a doctorate exam to get a degree certificate? That is something that only those who cannot become players would do.
No matter how advanced the technology is, can it compare to having great power within ourselves
Qiu Chen smiled.
"Since you are a doctor, do you know what the structure of the universe depends on? Which genetic information data is immutable and which is modifiable? How should the flow of time be divided? How much energy loss will be generated between dimensionality increase and dimensionality decrease? When cutting the universe, how to avoid the chain collapse of other spatial structures
"If you can understand this, I will tell you the truth. Otherwise, even if I tell you, you won't understand."
'I am confident that I can understand. "
"If you use quantum theory to teach the priests of the tribal era, can you be sure that you can teach them to understand? You have confidence, but I don't." Qiu Chen said with a smile.
All his knowledge was forcibly implanted by the Empire. He only knows the basics. How can he teach others
But this doesn't affect his pretense.
This is a rare opportunity.
When they enter the imperial system and become colleagues, they will have more experience and it will be harder to fool them.
I can still maintain my status now, and pretending to be more is good for my body and mind.
"Now is not the time to talk about this." Si stopped Li Te from continuing to speak, then turned to look at Qiu Chen and said, "What do you mean? You said you can pass the level, what proof do you have?"
"Of course. I have already mastered the truth about this sacrificial island. Do you think I can pass it?" Qiu Chen said.
ps: Let’s do the math, how much do I still owe