Rumble!

At the moment when Varocca gave the order to attack, a loud bang appeared on the metal wall beside him, and then these solid alloys were dug directly from the other end like tofu, and several lightning-like figures burst out.

These are petite monsters with sharp claws, bouncing around the crowd, tearing out bloody rain with razor-sharp claws!

Due to genetic modification, almost every infected silver-skinned person will have a genetic mutation, which naturally has a distinction between benign and inferior, and some monsters with benign mutations will even get a qualitative leap in combat effectiveness!

As a rare or even the only descendant of the ancients, Harlow's status in the infected body is like that of an emperor, and these powerful monsters have been gathered by him to protect themselves.

After Valoka dealt with these monsters, large and small infected bodies with fierce eyes also appeared around Harlow, but they did not act rashly.

"Commander, I can give you a chance, join us, and you will get all the things you have ever dreamed of!"

Harlow's numerous heads overlapped, and his gaze was like a snake in a state of predation, cold and cruel.

"Become a disgusting monster like you, or become a living body like them?"

Varoka sneered:

"Look at your pathetic appearance, it's like a deformed product of genetic failure, the real Harlow is dead, you're just a monster with his memories!"

"Superficial thoughts!"

Harlow's gaze grew colder and colder, and even the many heads around him locked onto Varoca.

"How can mortal creatures understand the greatness of the ancients!"

"Let me do it!"

Just as Harlow was about to attack, a majestic voice suddenly appeared beside him, and then from Harlow's side, the sound of clanging footsteps appeared, and five figures wearing exoskeleton mecha walked out, protecting one figure in the middle.

It was an old silver-skinned man, with a majestic face and a long-standing presence, dressed in a sumptuous and delicate robe, but still dragged by the hem of the robe in the bloodstains.

And the moment he saw this figure, the army around Varocca couldn't help but let out a strong uproar, and the faces of every silver-skinned man were filled with strong shock and disbelief.

"How, how is it possible, Speaker!"

"No, it's fake!"

"This is a monster's trick, the Grand Speaker is long dead!"

“......”

And in the face of these exclamations and doubts, Varocca just had a blank face and roared: "Quiet!"

Under his prestige, the discussion and noise were stopped, but in the hearts of every silverskin around him, there was varying tension and pressure.

"Before that, I was just guessing, but why you, Feynman!"

Varoca pushed aside the figure in front of her and walked to the front of the group, looking at each other.

"Why can't it be me?"

Compared to Valroca, Feynman's face looked very relaxed, and he even smiled slightly.

"It is not that I am arrogant to have such authority, to be able to secretly arrange all this, to accurately grasp the lifeblood of our civilization, and then to strike, the whole world will not exceed three people!"

"And I'm the least likely one, right?"

Feynman stroked his cheek and spoke.

"Let me guess, in the next sentence, do you want to ask me why you did this?"

Varoca's eyes widened, but before he could suppress the anger in his heart and ask, as if Feynman had seen through his heart, he said leisurely.

"You're my favorite student, Varoca, can you guess why I'm doing this?"

"Why?"

Varoka gasped in her nose and asked in an accentuated tone word by word, her eyes full of doubt and incomprehension.

Being able to have the highest authority and at the same time dismantle the entire barbarian civilization from within already represents the position of the other party in the barbarian civilization, the great speaker of the barbarian civilization, and one of the people with the highest status in the whole world!

Although there are other forces and figures that can compete with him, there is no doubt that the Grand Speaker is the one with the highest prestige and status in the entire civilization, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he can even be said to be the great man of the entire civilization, leading them through countless crises!

However, what I never expected was that he would be the one who destroyed the entire civilization in the end!

"Why?"

Grand Speaker Feynman tapped his forehead, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and then turned into a kind of indifference: "There is no why, this is just a choice, Varoca, if you destroy our civilization, you will be able to gain power and eternal life, what will you choose?"

"It's a pity, the choice I made may not be satisfied with you, but it is the most satisfying for me, the power of civilization is too weak, a virus, an accident, a small change in parameters, may lead to our destruction, and sacrifice these, in exchange for great power and eternal life......"

"I am civilization!"

Feynman looked at Varocca and smiled again: "Of course, it can also be us, the definition of civilization is reconstructed by us, and the ruins may not be impossible to rebuild the glory, do you want to join us?"

He stretched out his hand, and the thin, bone-clung silver skin had a circle of black lines that lingered from his fingertips, forming a strange pattern in the palm of his hand, like a row of closed eyes.

"Varoca, you are my most satisfied student, and I now invite you to go to the next era of civilization, a great civilization created by us and in accordance with our hearts, in the future, we will all be ......"

Phew!

The bright white energy beam flashed in the air, his expression was slightly excited, Feynman, who was talking, was stunned, and looked at his chest, a large hole that occupied two-thirds of his body, exuding a burnt smell.

"You're crazy!"

Varoka held the weapon in his hand, and his teeth creaked: "Then stop here, go and confess to the dead spirits!"

The overwhelming attack instantly overwhelmed Feynman, and the exoskeleton armor that protected him was cut off by an invisible force, revealing its hideous face, and a turquoise shadow emerged from the air.

It is a tall humanoid figure, covered with green patterns, and several streamers that go deep into the void appear behind it, the body is vigorous and flexible, and it gives people a sense of strength.

At the hand of this figure, he was still holding an invisible blade as thin as a silk thread, and the moment his figure appeared, the half of the huge underground space he was facing was as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades, and countless dense deep marks appeared, and the monsters in it were dismembered into finger-thick pieces of flesh before they could react.

"It worked!"

As soon as Varocca breathed a sigh of relief, she saw a black arm poking out from behind the fallen exoskeleton armor, and countless large and small eyes were scattered on it.

"Genetic...... Armor?"

The first two words, Feynman's accent can still be heard, and the back becomes a muddy roar, a tall monster full of arms, dragging the lower body of a worm, with no facial features, only a row of T-shaped distributed eyes, and a surging rage.

"How dare you refuse this gift!"