Even if it was a deception, I was touched by the simple octopus man.

Where is this using sand silkworms to entertain me, a liar, this is clearly entertaining me with the lives of his clansmen!

Instead of rejecting the kindness of the leader of the octopus, I mysteriously said to him, have you heard of the guardian warrior of your clan?

The leader of the octopus people was obviously stunned, and then said dejectedly that the octopus people had lost too much inheritance in the past days.

I couldn't help but feel pathetic, even the most brainy patriarch didn't hear my subtext, let alone use me, an outsider, to fight against the rule of the giant beasts under my command.

No, no, no, patriarch, the guardian warriors did not exist at the beginning, they were naturally produced after our octopus people broke away from the Rog Empire, they are huge, skilled in combat, and there is no trace of the law of appearance, sometimes, there is no guardian warrior for several generations, and sometimes, there will be several guardian warriors at the same time, they take it as their responsibility to protect the clansmen and expand the living space of the octopus!

After hearing this, the eyes of the leader of the octopus people lit up.

I pointed to my massive size and said, I am the guardian warrior of this generation, the most powerful octopus warrior of all time!

The leader of the octopus people thought for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly, and said, no, I can't let you lose your life in vain, there are many descendants of the battle beast, the number of individuals has reached thirteen, and it is also equipped with special weapons and equipment from the period of the Rog Empire, and it is strong.

Finally, the leader of the octopus told me that I was not only the guardian warrior of this generation, but probably the smartest of the octopus people of this generation, and he told me to leave quickly, keep the octopus legacy, and wait until I developed great strength before returning to rescue them.

I'm going to wipe it, is this an implicit way to let my buddies hurry home and have a few more sons?

Defeated by the kindness of the octopus people, I ignored the leader who kept urging me to leave, and instead picked up a fat sand silkworm and stuffed it into my mouth.

Well, the taste is really good, especially at the bottom of the sea at a depth of 8,000 meters, it is definitely a rare delicacy, and there is a sweetness of honey, which is probably the reason why the sand silkworm was chosen as a tribute.

The idea of the leader of the octopus people is very simple, my identity cannot be revealed, once those battle monsters know that the octopus people still have guardian warriors, they will definitely besiege me in groups and get rid of me as soon as possible.

The octopus people have long been reduced to the existence of shepherds, and they have been able to reproduce until now only because the giant beasts need someone to herd the sand silkworms for them.

The horror of the battle beasts has long been deeply engraved in the kind and cowardly souls of the octopus, making them lose the courage to resist, well, in this environment, maybe that's why they haven't been completely extinct.

Whatever the reason, whatever the reason, I must help these octopus people, even if it is to better deceive them, so that they can hand over the technology inherited from the Rogue people.

Patriarch, you invited me to eat sand silkworms, and I also invited you and the tribesmen to enjoy a little deliciousness.

With these words, I turned and left.

The biome of this sea is very rich, except for the bottom where only thirteen top-level behemoths rule, and the upper waters, the number of predators is much greater than I realize.

Considering the current situation of octopus people, they definitely don't care whether their prey has more meat or bones, so I didn't go out of my way to look for it, and hunted whatever I encountered.

Three twelve-syllable top-of-the-line chips, invincible defense and terrifying power, a huge body, eight flexible tentacles, and three god-killing weapons entangled in unjust spirits, these conditions allow me to run rampant throughout the Puerto Rico Trench at will, and nothing else.

Armed with the carcasses of three deep-sea predators, I returned to the octopus man's abode.

Seeing that I was capable of single-handedly hunting these terrifying beasts shocked all the octopus.

Hunting, that's the first word I taught them.

For the first time, the octopus people, who had been surviving by their patience, learned that there were other ways to obtain food besides planting and grazing.

Limited by the fact that the body is not large enough, and the high-tech weapons that it relies on are damaged or no one can use them, the octopus man can only be regarded as a remnant of the seabed, and the glory of the law enforcer brigade that crisscrossed the seven seas can only stay in the memory of the ancestors.

Faced with three huge prey, the octopus people were unable to decompose, and the environment in the deep sea made them lose the ability to make the most basic living utensils.

After breaking down the prey, I distributed it to the octopus people gathered around me, and the grand dinner began.

I was stunned to discover that, after losing his great force, the Octopus Man had created a monotonous but unique dance and song-like tune, unlike the Octopus Man I knew from biochips.

Today's octopus talents are more like a group of flesh-and-blood intelligent creatures, no longer like their ancestors, just a group of intelligent biological machines.

Fate is always playing black jokes with everyone, and the down-and-out octopus race has developed its own civilization because of its weakness, what a hell of a thing.

When the octopus people had their full revelry, everyone slowly quieted down, and some of the octopus people said, Patriarch Rogge, tell us about the deeds of our ancestors.

The octopus people do not have names, they have their own means of distinguishing their kind, only the patriarch has a specific name, and every octopus man patriarch is called Rog.

Compared to the other octopus people, the tall patriarch came to the middle of the room with a smile, looked at me as if he was nothing, and began to tell the memories that were long gone.

At that time, except for the Rogge Empire, all intelligent creatures were in a state of ignorance, human beings were still worried about not being able to refine sharp swords, and creatures in the sea were still fighting wantonly to fill their stomachs.

At that time, the ancestors of the octopus people had already piloted the invincible Enforcer machine across the seven seas, killing enemies who dared to resist the Empire and stand in its way.

Huge sea beasts, with sharp fangs and terrifying power, but in front of the brave and fearless octopus enforcers, they can only tremble, and they can't even say words to beg for mercy.

Armed with heavy Imperial armor and a cold-lit weapon, the rebellious battle beasts of battle can only flee in a hurry when the octopus enforcers arrive.

O valiant octopus enforcers, line up in neat formations, slay the rebels with ease, and bring the heads back to the base of the Empire to receive a rich reward.

The leader of the octopus people used his mental power to read the story like a long poem, imagining the invincible heroic posture of his ancestors across the ocean, which made the octopus people intoxicated for a while.

It can be seen that remembering the glory of their ancestors is probably the greatest enjoyment of the octopus people, these octopus people have little to do with the biological machines created by the Rogue Empire, but they still have their own desire to restore the glory of the race.

Perhaps, for them, the Rogue people are only a symbol, or just the name of the patriarch.

After the patriarch fulfilled the wishes of the octopus people, the carnival ended, and the octopus people returned to their territory to rest, and it was simply inconceivable that they could maintain a relatively regular routine at the bottom of the sea, where there was no difference between day and night.

I can only blame the weight of life for this miracle, and I can't think of any other reason.

The leader of the octopus people came to me and told me to talk outside the cave together.

The conversation naturally revolved around the thirteen battle beasts that enslaved the octopus people, and the patriarch described to me in detail their appearance, weapons, and combat characteristics, and finally asked with little confidence, if he could give me a chance to defeat these giant beasts in continuous combat when I only faced one giant beast at a time?

For this kind of big guy who lives in an environment where there are no competitors, I'm not afraid of team battles, but also wheel battles?

Could it be that this patriarch doesn't understand the power of the twelve-syllable? What is the top-level biochip he wears? What is the effect? Why is the octopus man he led so miserable with such an anti-heaven thing?

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