Maybe in the outside world, 10,000 primitives can't match a real Ling Qi's eyes and a finger.

But this is a false world, a third world that is between reality and fantasy, or has nothing to do with the real and fantasy worlds.

So why can't he exist here forever, and become the only master outside of the will of the macrocosm in this world?

Ling Qi... If he really can do anything, why does he need the first generation to explore this world?

Therefore, as long as he develops fast enough, to the extent that the ontology has never expected, this is definitely feasible!

Even if it's a doppelganger, as long as the conditions are right, you can still be free!

Of course, not every descendant supports the ideas and practices of the first generation, which is crazy.

The clones of the first and second generations, the instinctive fear and obedience of Ling Qi are still hidden deep in their bones, and they can overcome them if they don't want to overcome them.

Besides, even if you don't consider Ling Qi, could it be that in this world, the power of the first generation of this system is really worry-free?

Even if they are forced to stand in the same boat, everyone who looks in different directions will often see different scenery and have completely different thoughts.

Especially those who have been staring behind them, when they find that the real betrayer has appeared, some people in the child body have begun to realize that the fake world is actually not simple.

Even in the end, the later betrayer did not get out of the control of the earliest betrayer, but became a tool in the hands of the first generation, but at the beginning, even the first generation did not expect that there would be a more complete betrayer than him!

What does this mean? This means that betrayal is not accidental, and that the world is full of malice towards "outsiders"!

If there is no real Ling Qi behind him, only relying on the power of the first generation and its derivatives, if you really want to face this world, there is no possibility of fighting at all, and the best result is only to be assimilated, and then life and death are in the hands of others.

Thinking about it deeply, in fact, when the first generation gave birth to those thoughts, did it already mean that he had completely failed?

What he thinks about is no longer to resist, not to crack the macro will of this world, but to be in a corner of peace, and even get the approval of the macro will, and survive in this world.

This is like a heroic hero who was originally the precursor of the king, once this grass king has the intention of being recruited, then let alone fighting for that chance of winning, he is not even qualified to be a grass king. Those who have been recruited have benefited from it throughout the ages.

But what can be done, just like the first generation, no one will feel that their decision is wrong, until they really have to pay for the mistake, some people will wake up, and others will die without repentance, breaking through the south wall and not looking back.

Thinking about this, the young man in the clouds gradually turned gloomy.

The worst thing about the fake world is that no matter whose consciousness clone enters this world, as long as it takes a long time, it will always evolve to the point of being out of control.

It's not all bad.

Perhaps, even the macroscopic will of the false world cannot control this. Or perhaps, there is no so-called macro-will in this world at all, and there is only another, more direct interference force.

Just like now, this power makes variables appear, and variables give birth to new variables.

"It's just you, although I don't particularly like you, but who makes you the best to inherit the part of the power that I am good at. ”

"People always have to leave a way out for themselves, don't they?"

"If even such a great being, once so desperate, did not forget to keep a tail, like me, why bother to be hypocritical and learn what to do. ”

The young man in the clouds smiled and stretched out his hand to Syllo, who was in an extremely excited mood below.

The smiling elf froze for a moment, and then looked up at the sky inexplicably.

In the dark night sky, except for a crooked moon, it was as clean as if it had been washed by water, and there was nothing left.

"Delusion?"

Sillo shook his head, but he didn't dig any deeper.

This time the harvest is too big, and he has a lot of more important things to do next.

Perhaps, as long as he stays in this world long enough, he can become the youngest legendary illusionist in the history of the elves, and even become the first god of illusions, maybe he can!

A village where Gennia wakes up from a coma.

He only remembered that before, he was about to go to a nearby contact point to meet his teammates, but he was intercepted by a group of strangely dressed people in the old forest, and the other party didn't say a word, and directly ambushed and killed!

In a fight, Niya's eyes were red, and I don't know how many people I killed on the other side, those weirdos who were already equivalent to high-level human warriors with the blessing of strange equipment died at least twenty or thirty!

Niya, who played at a super level, fought her way out of the encirclement, but in the end she passed out on the side of the road due to excessive blood loss.

At that time, he had already lost the contact, and the only talent healing technique he was good at could not be used in this world, and he was almost in a certain death mentality.

Unexpectedly, he came here.

But he can't remember what happened next, and he can't figure out who saved him.

Tuk-tuk.

The sound of the knock on the door made Nia tense until she saw that it was a plainly dressed, but barely ordinary human girl in appearance, even in the eyes of elves.

"You, you're awake. ”

"I saw you pass out on the side of the road before, so just, so just..."

The girl stammered, her voice soft and waxy, especially good.

Although Nia instinctively felt that something was wrong, she could hear that the other party had saved her, and this human girl didn't let him hate it, so her tense body relaxed a little.

Outside, it's a very ordinary little village.

In the distance, hundreds of special soldiers in black special combat uniforms surrounded the village, but they only watched from a distance and did not make any unnecessary moves.

They stared blankly at the village as if they were looking at a cage with a wounded beast in it, and the tender flesh that they had drugged in front of the beast...

Haiyan City, located in the city square in the center of the city, repeats the scene, and the characters are no longer repeated.

The soldiers patrolling around had disappeared at some point, even the sentry on the roof in the distance.

The smell of darkness and silence filled the air, and Sachs, the metal man, made his way to the center of the square, kicking a taller instrument into the air.

"How's it going?"

Sachs asked with a blank face as he looked down at the shadows beneath his feet.

"What's the situation?"

"The elves' investigation?"

"Or is it the case of that guy coming in?"

The shadow began to condense, condensed, and finally turned into a small man of only three inches, standing at the feet of the saxophone, looking up at it, looking particularly small, but not humble.

"You say, why are idiots so stupid?"

"So easy to get into?"

Hearing the shadow man's answer, the stiff lines on Sachs's silver-white face changed a little, and the little emotion quickly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly:

"If you know what I'm asking, why bother!"

"In addition, he is not a fool, let alone an idiot, he is our master, you have to give him the most basic respect!"

Saxophone said duplicitously.

How could they, the aliens of the false world, be born with the will of the world, how could they succumb to the existence of the will of the world.

Even if they were forcibly recovered, they had become the servants of the first generation, so they would naturally only listen to the words of the first generation, and there was no clear permission to hand over, how could the rest of the descendants really be recognized by them.

Even in terms of strength, any descendant can easily torture and kill the most powerful individual among them, they still don't really take those descendants too seriously.

They are the darlings of this world, and they are the followers of the first generation.

"That's not good. ”

For some reason, the filmmakers seem to have a different opinion on this.

I don't approve of Sachs's previous answers, nor do I approve of their plans.

In all fairness, that guy was pretty good to them, and besides, he didn't look that stupid.

"That's good. ”

"From the very beginning, this was not their world, they shouldn't have come, and when they came, they had to follow the rules. ”

"Also, I don't believe it, you can't feel it. ”

"Time is not waiting for me!"

The metal man's words silenced the filmmaker.

He said it so grandly, as if he was not afraid of being known by the first generation at all.

Or maybe even if the first generation hears it, it won't mind?

"Hehe, I just think that this forced reversal is too blunt. ”

The shadow man smiled bitterly, it was obviously less like a living creature than the metal man, just a shadow, but it seemed to be more emotional than the metal man.

"It's not storytelling, it doesn't matter if the twist is blunt or not, facts are facts. ”

The saxophone is thoughtful and unmoved.

"Ei, do you know why I always don't like you?"

Sachs said again.

"Because you used to be an emotional creature. ”

"That means that a lot of times, you're not sane enough. ”

After Sachs finished speaking, he didn't even wait for the filmmaker to answer the previous question, turned around and left.

The shadow man looked at him silently, and sighed for a long time:

"The truth is the truth, the facts are the facts, but how can we see the truth in advance. ”

"They, still like chess pieces in the hands of chess pieces, what are we?"

"I can certainly feel that the world is being eroded. ”

"But you can't feel it, this piece of heaven has changed a long time ago, and it has changed before they appeared. ”

"What kind of world is this?"

"You don't like me, I don't like you, and I don't like the world!"

The shadowmen began to melt and seep into the earth.

A young man appeared in the sky, looked underground, and then bowed his head and left.

Such a world, full of eyes, what kind of world is this?