"I am the President of the Federation - Fang Xian, and I am very sad to tell all the people of the Federation that I have unfortunate news......

……

Looking at the picture in the memories of the three of them, Fang Xian suddenly fell silent.

That person named Fang Xian, and that face, he was indeed very familiar with it, although it was not his face in the future, but it was a face in the interstellar world!

"When did I become the supreme ruler of the Federation?"

"That's not right...... At that time, I was already dead, and my flesh and blood were sacrificed to the starry sky, and the true spirit was reincarnated, leaving nothing behind...... Maybe he's pretending to be me? I can't think of a god who has such a bad taste and is specifically aimed at me, except for the god of all things......"

"But there's an even more terrifying possibility, maybe he's pretending to be me, or maybe he's actually taking my place on another timeline? Unlikely...... I'm a big man, my own timeline has completed the closed loop, although there are some small flaws in this world, but it won't be easily replaced......"

Fang Xian thought quickly: "Sure enough...... The cataclysm of this world is inseparable from the god of all things...... He wiped out most of the creatures with the dust disease and reset the universe? ”

"No...... He does not have this power, but rather the spread of dust disease, which leads to an imbalance in the power of the universe, and many evil gods are active...... Together, they will lead to the destruction of the world......"

"And what is the purpose of the god of all things?"

……

Fang Xian thought for a moment, and his gaze continued to look at Dream Township.

The dust disease is terrifying, but it can be easily solved by a true god.

Dunjun knelt and saw Smith and Vivien disappear.

They have completed their mission and returned to a different country.

This scene made him a little stunned.

Immediately afterward, another whisper came.

"Ahh

Dunjun's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels in his forehead were bulging, almost exploding.

He rolled on the ground, but he understood the meaning of the great god.

That disease, the plague called 'Dust', is spread through 'content'!

To put it simply, anyone who hears the description or sees the information is contagious!

It's a mental illness! It has the terrifying trait that can be spread when you know it!

And although the plague in his own body was solved, it was only suppressed with a trace of the power of the Great One.

In simple terms.

If Dunjun describes the information of the 'Dust Disease' to others, he will be fine, but it will definitely lead to the spread of the Dust Disease.

It seems...... It's an opportunity! ’

'I've got a powerful weapon...... Weapons that can easily subvert the rule of the upper city......'

A slightly crazy smile appeared on Dunjun's face.

Although he seems to be indulging in all kinds of pleasures in Uptown, in the bottom of his heart, he has never forgotten that wish.

Break the rule of the Upper Town and make the Lower Town less so bad plan.

It is doable, and the dust disease cannot withstand even prehistoric civilizations, nor can the extraordinary people of the upper city...... And the natural blockade between the upper and lower urban areas can cause a certain degree of isolation...... How can people in the upper class let the lower class know what disease they have? ’

'This is an opportunity. Even if it gets out of control in the end, as long as everyone believes in the immortal god together, they will be fine......

Dunjun didn't notice it, and his gaze became a little crazy.

Fang Xian looked at this scene and felt a little ashamed in his heart: "This is ...... Have you been affected by what I just said? ’

Although he only delivered some normal information, he was already half-crazy!

There is an element of madness in the intellect.

Coupled with the personality of the Great One, even believers who only listen to His voice will be tormented by pain, but they will never tire of it, as if they have awakened some strange habits.

In addition, if you listen too much, you may be affected by the hidden madness and become a little crazy and neurotic.

'Normal people...... Who would have thought of utilizing such a weapon? ’

And it's so crude...... There is no guarantee that it will not spread and be injured by mistake, and if you are not careful, this civilization will also be destroyed...... I don't have much power to break the seal, I can save a few, but I can't save tens of thousands......

A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xian's mouth: "But...... What does it matter to me? ”

The demise of Shangcheng is indeed an opportunity for Dunjun, and it is also an opportunity to break into the core area.

As for whether there will be any mistakes in the implementation of the plan, that is not a question that he should think about.

……

Uptown.

Returning to Dunjun in the midst of the glittering lights, Yi Rong came to a trading bazaar of the extraordinary.

This is the market where the extraordinary trade, and everyone hides their figures.

He knew that what appeared to be a black market was still controlled by the council of the core district.

Everything in the entire Steam City is under the control of the Council.

With that in mind, he walked into a room.

"Guest...... What do you need to sell or buy? ”

A swallowtail attendant immediately greeted him.

"Sell a piece of information, get it from the exploration of the ruins!"

Under the mask, Dunjun said in a hoarse voice: "Part of the truth about the destruction of prehistoric civilization......"

The corners of his mouth were hooked, knowing that this place was also controlled by the core area, and those bigwigs would not even buy it, but directly read the information he gave.

The smile on the corner of Dunjun's mouth became deeper and deeper, and he took the pen and paper and wrote down the information about the dust disease.

He had learned to write, and this time, he deliberately used his extraordinary ability to make his handwriting softer and more delicate.

"I consign it here, and everyone who spends 100 yuan can see it."

Dunjun smiled slightly, and after finishing speaking, he left the house directly.

The seeds have been planted, and the next thing is to wait, for the plague to ferment.

……

Underground, core area.

A palm full of precious rings gently caress the seat.

He reigns high on the throne, rules over the city of steam, and rules everything here.

Even the poor and extravagant life in the upper city is just an adjustment for him.

His slender and powerful palm flipped through the documents, his eyes suddenly froze, and a look of interest flashed: "Prehistoric ruins, part of the truth about the cataclysm?" ”

He thought about it, quickly wrote a note, put it in a long tube, and opened the armrest of the seat, and there was a pipe inside.

After the long barrel was stuffed into the passage, a series of machines suddenly spun into motion.

The long cylinder was transported to a place underground, where a huge differential machine and an analysis machine roared, and the mechanical arm sorted out the information one by one.

In a certain dark compartment, the message that he had just received today was sent to the conveyor belt, transported quickly, through the pipe, to his desk.

Syllable!

A tin box opens, and new information emerges.

He grabbed the letterhead with pleasure and began to read it in detail, his expression becoming puzzled: "Dust disease? ”