More than a dozen kings blew their beards and glared, no one was willing to give in, the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, and they even began to shout out who won the battle and who came first.

And the person in charge next to him spoke out to dissuade him, intending to act as a peacemaker, but no one listened to his words. Instead, let him stay away, otherwise he might get hurt after a while.

This is one of the effects of the unparalleled power of the primordial human beings, and the forms are very reckless, and the things that can be solved with fists are basically not solved with brains. There is no cunning of the previous generation of humans at all, and it basically maintains the savagery of the apex predators of the Savage Era.

Of course, this can't be blamed on the primordial humans, after all, since they were conscious, most of the problems have been solved by them with their fists. Whether it's an alien invasion, the imminent destruction of the earth, or an attack by a destroyer-level weapon......

At the beginning, the interstellar civilization was disdainful of the original human race, and only used brute force and human beings who did not know how to think and develop, no matter how strong the strength was, they would eventually be conquered by the power of civilization. However, after experiencing several major wars, being pressed to the ground and rubbed by humans again and again, the interstellar civilization began to wonder if its perception of human beings was wrong?

In the end, as two civilizations of the same level were stolen by humans and spiraled into the sky, the major civilizations realized a problem.

It is true that civilizations can conquer races that only use brute force, but when they are strong enough, civilizations can be conquered instead.

Nima, as long as the brute force is strong enough, can really hammer everything.

After the interstellar civilization was pressed to the ground by humans again and again, these civilizations began to have an illusion of "whether they are on the wrong path".

Just as a dozen kings scattered to decide who would get the clothes first, a beautiful girl in a blue and white tracksuit appeared out of thin air.

In her crisp and pure voice, the artist said, "Fights are forbidden here. ”

The sudden appearance of the girl made the atmosphere that was originally full of gunpowder stagnate.

The artist continued: "If you want to fight it, go to the place where the insects live, and clean up the garbage by the way. ”

With the power of a king-level human to destroy the heavens and the earth, even if it is just a battle for destruction, it is no less than a mega disaster. Therefore, they must not fight in or near human cities, as that would destroy the buildings left by the previous generation of humans and hurt their compatriots living in the cities.

Therefore, the places where kings generally meet will be far away from human cities, and most of the places far away from human cities have shelters established by interstellar civilizations on Earth. Once the sanctuary becomes a place for kings to meet, it will be doomed.

Of course, the Sanctuary can also resist the use of various weapons to attack king-level humans, but this will result in a faster death. If you resist, you will die, if you don't resist, you will die, and before and after you will die, the general shelter will choose - escape.

It's humiliating to run away, but it's the only way to survive. And when these two king-level humans are done, they can come back and rebuild the shelter.

Hearing this, the person in charge next to him couldn't sit still. If a few shelters are destroyed now, there is a risk that civilizations will be alerted. Even if it was a rare and common thing for a king-level human to set foot in a few shelters because of a fight, Great Xia was not willing to take such a risk.

In a hurry, the person in charge gave a suggestion: "Do you want to guess the boxing decision?" ”

In the end, this humanoid natural disaster that was about to erupt was offset by a guessing decision. However, the person in charge who acted as the referee had to sigh that the true god was worthy of being a true god, and even guessing boxing was so different.

Both sides are physically strong to the extreme, and they are able to change their gestures according to the opponent's gesture at the moment of punching, so this guess evolved into a battle between the speed and reflexes of both sides.

To see who changes the gesture quickly within the specified time, the time from the time the punch is guessed to the time it is put down is 0.4 seconds, and in this short period of time, the gestures of the kings are constantly changing in fists, scissors, and paper, with an average of 3,000 changes for each king.

A simple guessing gave them the feeling of a bloody competition.

The final victor was a muscular and gray-haired old man named the king of the Martial Gods.

However, the other kings did not return empty-handed, and when they were guessing the fist, the person in charge had already asked people to carry the dimensional phalanx and urgently dispatch a few tons of ordinary clothes to be sent here. Each king was given 100,000 sets of clothing, but these clothes were made of ordinary materials, and although they were of good quality, they could not withstand the power of human beings.

For those ordinary human beings, it can be said that one piece is broken a day, and it will not be long before these tons of clothing will become rags.

The Martial God opened the container in front of him, carefully took out a black tights from it, and sighed while gently stroking it: "Oh! How supple the material is! ”

The rest of the losing kings rolled their eyes when they looked at the exaggerated appearance and tone of the martial god, this kind of clothes that can't be broken, everyone wants to take it for their compatriots. But it's not an important necessity, you don't need to be so exaggerated, I think you're showing off with pure heart.

The other kings turned their heads not to look at the old urchin, and opened their containers, and saw the clothes that filled the entire container. Although these costumes do not have the characteristics of the martial gods, they are very exquisitely made, and the corners of the kings' mouths are slightly upturned when they see these exquisite costumes.

"Oh! How exquisite the workmanship of this costume is, even in the last era! ”

Some kings imitated the tone of the Valkyrie, praising the exquisite costumes in their hands.

The Martial God turned his head and saw the clothes in the hands of the kings, and his expression was a little unbearable, as if the clothes in their hands were more beautiful than the original clothes in my hands.

Shout!

An ordinary piece of clothing suddenly flew out of the container and fell into the hands of the Martial God. All the kings stopped what they were doing and looked at the Valkyrie with curious eyes, wanting to see what the old man was going to do.

Gogami placed the two clothes flat on his hands, and then gently pulled them out, and a huge crack appeared in the two clothes, and then the black tights began to heal slowly, and the delicately made clothes did not react.

Seeing this scene, the Martial God looked up at the other monarchs and showed a victorious smile: "Hehe, it seems that the quality of your clothes is not good." ”

Then the kings began to argue about the quality and appearance of the clothes, and this scene made the pioneers on the side feel a little weird, and they suddenly felt that there was not a group of sixth-order true gods in front of them, but a group of "elementary school students"?

The person in charge glanced at the painter and said with a smile: "In this universe full of dangers and enemies all over the world, I didn't expect them to be still childlike." ”

The painter said: "It's not that they are still childlike, but that they are numbing themselves, making themselves appear a little happier, so as not to lose their rationality." ”

"Even if it's me, if I don't find something to do, I'm afraid I'll be swallowed up by hatred."

The next carver's figure vanished out of thin air.

The person in charge was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked someone to record what the artist had just said.

The person in charge guessed from the painter's words just now that the kings were not as relaxed and normal as they appeared, or that this kind of ease and normality were deliberately pretended.

It seems that Great Xia is going to reconsider the hatred of the original human race, and this hatred will be a huge variable.

At this time, another figure appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, this time it was a tall and handsome man, the man was wearing a yellow and blue coat, and there were two big characters on the back of the coat [Hungry Group], and he was carrying a yellow and blue box in his hand.

The martial god saw the man and said, "You came just in time for the hungry group, can you help me send this big iron box back to my city?" ”

The man glanced at the container, nodded, and said, "No problem." ”

Then the man opened the box in his hand, and the moment the box was opened, the container next to the martial god was instantly sucked into the box.

The other kings also spoke one after another, asking Erchuan to help them send these large boxes of clothes back. They don't have the ability to jump in space, and even if they jump in space with their own strength, they can't carry such a huge container.

And these containers obviously can't withstand space jumps either.

Hungry Tuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and while putting these containers into his own box, he complained: "I'm about to be called a courier by you." ”

The Martial God asked with a puzzled expression, "Huh?" You're a food delivery person, I always thought you were a courier delivery person. ”

Hungry Tuan said: "No way, who told you to eat very little, even the chef has very little business, let alone me." ”

After saying that, the hungry group didn't continue to grind with these guys, and came all the way to the person in charge, took out a piece of paper, and said, "This is the writer, let me send it." ”

The person in charge took the paper, looked at it, and saw an extremely neat line of text.

[The coordinates have successfully arrived at the space transfer station]

"Thank you." The person in charge turned his head and handed the paper to a pioneer and instructed, "Send the news and this piece of paper back to Your Majesty." ”

Seeing this scene, the king present did not continue to descend, but looked at the momentum on the letter with an expressionless face, and was vaguely uncontrollable.

I hope that Daxia can really find the hometown of that group of insects, so that that group of insects can truly feel the hatred of human beings.

……

Slash the Crimson Pupil World, the Imperial Palace.

Xia Xuan handed the paper in his hand to the goddess of knowledge who was sitting beside him, and said, "Everything is ready, now it's up to you to operate the goddess." ”

The goddess of knowledge took the paper, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and said: "There is a goddess who has made a move, and only a spatial coordinate can be captured." Not to mention the spatial coordinates, give this goddess a few hundred years, and I will definitely make these civilizations die in vain. ”

"I don't have that much time for you." Xia Xuan didn't doubt the goddess's words, although this guy usually looks a little funny, no one can know what the twenty-one threads in her head are thinking.

At present, the interstellar civilizations in the solar system are very powerful enemies for Great Xia, and they can press Great Xia's fleet to the ground and rub it on the frontal battlefield. But if the goddess of knowledge is really given hundreds of years, it is really possible to make these civilizations die in vain, after all, the sun god and the god of death are lessons from the past.

Even the dice of fate were finally pitted by the goddess of knowledge.

And these interstellar civilizations are now obsessed with the study of high-dimensional energy, and their research on high-dimensional energy has only begun for less than a hundred years, and various understandings of high-dimensional energy still exist on the surface. Encountering a goddess of knowledge, a god who has studied high-dimensional energy and laws for millions or even hundreds of millions of years, is completely reduced to a blow, and you may not know between being played with and applauding.

If the interstellar civilization does not touch the high-dimensional energy and does not allow its own civilization to appear with soulful lifeforms, the goddess of knowledge may not be able to do anything about them. After all, neither side is in the same system, and if you want to destroy them, you must rely on pure strength. But once they touch the high-dimensional energy and start using it, then the goddess of knowledge has a thousand ways to make them die without knowing it.

The goddess of knowledge said: "Your Majesty, rest assured, how can the starting point of the flying dragon lose?" Although the technological level of these interstellar civilizations is far superior to ours, their research and understanding of the high-dimensional energy field are like modern humans and savages. ”

"At present, they only know how to absorb high-dimensional energy to transform themselves into souls, and they can observe the existence of souls, but they are like blind people for deeper things, for example, they have not discovered the soul I live in the coordinates."

……

Outside the solar system, there is a space station with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers, and this space station is made up of eighteen space stations connected to each other. The space stations are connected to each other by some kind of special space material, and each space station is separated by a distance of several tens of kilometers.

These space stations represent the eighteen member civilizations of the Twelve Alliances, and the reason why they are gathered together is mainly to prevent human attacks, or simply huddle together for warmth. After all, no one can stand it, and the space station has been hammered by humans for three days.

At the same time, the space station faces the side of the solar system, and tens of thousands of interstellar warships form a semicircular formation with a diameter of several thousand kilometers, and the energy shields emitted between the battleships and the battleships are connected to each other.

This was done mainly to guard against human attacks, to prevent humans from discovering that they were gathering fleets and then delivering devastating blows at them. With the experience of the previous wars, various civilizations know that although most of the human beings rely on their incredible strength in hand-to-hand combat, tearing mechas, and kicking warships, it does not mean that human beings do not have ultra-long-range attack methods.

Tens of thousands of starships of all sizes are parked on the space station, and countless energy-transporting spaceships return from Earth to the space station, or set off for Earth.

An energy transport spaceship belonging to the Erd civilization docked on the space station of its own civilization, transporting huge high-dimensional energy containers as before. And one of these high-dimensional energy containers is hollow, and what is stored in it is not high-dimensional energy, but a collector modified from earth creatures.

These high-dimensional energy containers were quickly sent into the warehouse, and then one of the containers was quietly opened by several robots and secretly sent to the laboratory. It is very likely that the secret of this deer-headed man has been known by some civilization, and now they must find out this secret as soon as possible, and then destroy this deer-headed man.

On the way to the lab, more than a dozen faint spirits quietly left the deer-headed soul and flew in all directions to begin searching for a new host. The high-dimensional consciousness monitors on the space station did not react in the slightest, or they did not observe these spirits at all.

Over the next few months, these spirits continued to change hosts, and the level of hosts became higher and higher, from ordinary space station staff to managers of a certain area. Even the host of one of the spirits is a civilization fleet commander, and the commander is also the civilization representative in the Alliance. A creature that closely resembles a human, with white skin and an exoskeleton on its head.

This race translates to human language as Guyan.

One of the twelve civilizations that caused the extinction of mankind back then, and a core member of the Alliance of Twelve Civilizations.

As the supreme commander of the fleet, this skeletal person is qualified to absorb high-dimensional energy, and a soul has been born in his body, and he has broken through his own life limit to reach the third order. However, even if his strength reaches the third level, he still can't realize that he has been parasitized. Even if your soul has been transformed by some kind of power, you don't know that it no longer belongs to you.

The supreme commander of the Guyan Clan's fleet sat in the command room of the space station of his own civilization, his right hand tapping the armrest lightly, his face contemplative.

In the past few months, various civilizations have held hundreds of negotiations, and the opinions of the two sides have been constantly moving closer to each other, and a consensus is about to be reached. However, at present, the rewards offered by those civilizations are still a bit of a lion's mouth, and he is trying to figure out how to lower the price a little.

At this moment, a notice suddenly appeared in front of him, a notice of the start of the meeting.

……

In the conference room, virtual projections of representatives of civilization one after another were connected.

Another new bargain begins, the non-Twelve Civilizations Alliance wants to get more out of the Alliance, and the Twelve Civilizations Alliance wants to get assistance from other civilizations with minimal benefits.

A few hours later, the civilizations of the non-Twelve Civilization Alliances seemed to have been discussed in advance, and they gave the same bargaining chips, and this time they had no intention of retreating.

[In view of the danger of war with humanity, the Alliance of the Twelve Civilizations needs to pay a shelter and fifty tons of high-dimensional energy for each civilization that provides assistance. At the same time, if the number of human kings is successfully reduced, the extra safe zone will need to provide assistance to the civilization at 70%. 】

[That is, to provide assistance to all civilizations, and jointly divide up 70% of the human cities without kings.] 】

A representative of a non-Alliance civilization said: "This is the minimum leverage we need, and if the Alliance cannot give this leverage, then we will refuse to enter the war, even if we withdraw from the solar system." ”

The faces of the representatives of the alliance civilization are a little ugly, these guys can just open their mouths, and they actually join forces to put pressure on them at this time, which is simply taking advantage of the fire.

The spirit of Great Xia watched this meeting quietly with the help of the supreme commander of the Bone Faced Civilization Fleet, and these representatives of the civilization never thought that someone would be able to spy on them in this way.