Quiet~

The scene instantly became extremely embarrassing, and everyone was silent and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hello hello hello, but ah, staring in front of him, this strangely dressed man, a few seconds later, the members of the visiting group found that although this person was about 1.8 meters tall, he looked slightly green. If age is not counted, it should be a relatively tall teenager from the perspective of appearance alone.

At this time, the person in charge of the visiting group came back to his senses and took two steps forward, intending to relieve the awkward atmosphere and give the seemingly fantastical king in front of him a step.

"You ......"

However, as soon as the person in charge of the visiting group spat out a word, he was interrupted by the strangely dressed teenager in front of him.

The young man took two steps back and stretched out his hand to cover his right eye, and said with a very ugly face: "Abominable fate, have you even been affected by fate?" Sure enough, those who gaze upon the abyss will be watched by the abyss. ”

"The hand called fate has held us tightly in the palm of our hands, and whatever we do is arranged by fate? No, no! I will never accept such an ending, and one day I will tear that fate of playing with others to shreds. ”

The artist had no intention of letting this strange guy continue to perform on his own, and directly interrupted: "No, that's just your delusion. And I advise you not to always reflect the writer, and be careful of being arranged by him clearly. ”

However, the secondary two boy obviously did not listen to the painter's words, and slowly moved his right hand to the black blindfold in his left eye, and said, "It's darker than dusk!" Brighter red than blood! Emerge in the lost time, under your great name! ”

The painter struck mercilessly: "Dusk is not dark. ”

As soon as the words fell, the dark red color centered on the boy spread out to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, devouring the other colors of this world.

"The Pupil of the End!"

The boy slowly ripped off his black blindfold, a blood-red pupil. And at the moment when the blindfold was torn off, a blood-red pupil that was five meters high also opened behind the young man. A majestic momentum erupted from the boy, and this momentum was filled with an extreme hatred and madness.

The pioneers who accompanied the interview group raised their guns in their hands, and their inner vigilance was raised to the extreme. Although this young man's way of speaking is very middle-two, it is undeniable that this is a sixth-order powerhouse, a true god.

At the same time, the pioneers were very familiar with the aura of the teenager, exactly the same as the breath emitted by the "ordinary" humans who did not have any sanity at night, filled with a wave of extreme hatred and a madness that destroyed everything.

In the face of the momentum that this sixth-order true god burst out, even the visiting group composed of pioneers was a little unbearable. After all, most of their strength is only the fourth order, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are a fourth-order powerhouse that surpasses human beings, and they can compete with power armor or exoskeleton armor by physical strength alone.

But in front of a sixth-order true god, it was nothing at all, at most it was just a slightly stronger ant. The sixth order is a metamorphosis of life, and the gap between the two sides is like an ant and a mountain.

The painter noticed the changes in the pioneers, and slowly released his own power, blocking the momentum of the fool of fantasy for the pioneers.

The painter's delicate little face frowned slightly, and said, "What are you trying to do?" ”

The illusion is clearly to open the primordial formalities, which they will only use when they are ready to fight hard. At this point, the fantasy action makes the artist suspect that this guy is crazy and wants to attack her.

If it does, the artist is not in the dark about this fantasy of having a problem with her brain, but she is worried that she will not be able to protect the pioneer behind her in such a close fight.

A bitter smile appeared on the young man's face and said, "Don't be afraid, I will soon save you from the hands of fate." ”

Looking at his appearance, the slightly helpless and miserable smile and gaze, coupled with the terrifying momentum on his body and the special effects around him, people who don't know really believe his nonsense.

The painter didn't say anything more, and the momentum of being a king also burst out, and the energy around her began to surge wildly, and a paintbrush without any paint appeared in her hand, and then an easel appeared in front of her.

She didn't know what the fantasy was all about, and she didn't want to explore it, all she wanted to do now was to beat this guy up and hand it over to the general.

The tension of the atmosphere suddenly climbed to its peak, and the battle was about to break out.

The Pioneers are also ready to use teleportation magic to escape from this place where the battle of the True God level is about to break out.

Then a soft voice rang out.

"Brother, don't make trouble, I'm going to be angry if I continue like this."

Hearing this voice, the momentum and special effects on the fantasy body shrank instantly, and the blood red that enveloped the entire city quickly faded, and the city quickly returned to normal, and the animals that were originally lying on the ground and shivering slowly stood up and looked around suspiciously.

Countless vines in the sky in front of him kept stretching out in this direction, and a tall woman with a beautiful appearance stood on the vines. The woman has long pale green hair and wears an elegant white dress, exuding a natural feminine temperament.

The woman came to the interview group, bowed slowly, and said, "I'm sorry, my brother has caused you trouble." ”

The painter put away his paintbrush and easel, and with a pure smile on his face, he said, "Forest, long time no see." ”

Lin Lin also smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, why hasn't my painter's sister come to play with me all these years." ”

The fantasy boy next to him saw the pure smile on the painter's face, his eyes were straight, and he was stunned.

The painter noticed the boy's gaze pointing at him and replied, "He's too annoying." ”

This sentence pierced the young man's heart like a sharp sword.

"Hey, hey, it seems like my fault didn't take into account the fantasies." The forest covered his mouth and let out a bell-like laugh, not caring for his brother in the slightest.

"Then next time my sister will look for you."

"Hmm." The painter nodded and said, "I'll paint a few portraits of the forest then." ”

The fantasy boy next to him clutched his chest and said with a painful face: "Although I know that you have forgotten what we have experienced between us, but I don't know why, my heart is still so painful." ”

Lin Lin turned his head to look at his younger brother, who was a little sick with his brain, and said, "I remember that you said this to Qingwu last time, and you were taught a hard lesson by others. ”

Then the forest covered his face and said helplessly: "It's a hundred years old, can't you be a little more mature?" Don't say it's a man of fate when you see a beautiful girl, do you kid still want to step on a few boats? But with the way you look, you can't even catch up with a girl, let alone pedal two boats. ”

"No, they are indeed my destiny people, but because of that abominable fate, they have forgotten their memories with me." The fantasy boy's expression became extremely serious.

"And sister, you are slandering me, I am a very dedicated person, and I will never be able to step on a few boats."

Lin Lin glanced at him and said, "Your dedication is to confess to others every time you meet a beautiful girl?" ”

Fantasy opened his arms and said loudly: "In the old days, the fate between us has long been tightly bound, my heart has long been divided into many pieces by them, they are all my wings!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a fist as white as white jade slammed into the young man's face.

Boom!

A huge sonic boom sounded, the wind howled, and the boy's figure disappeared directly in place. Immediately after that, there was a loud crash in the distance, and the boy's body crashed through the buildings for more than ten kilometers and flew into an unknown distance.

Seeing this scene, the pioneers standing behind the painter subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and at this moment they most intuitively felt the power of the king-level human race. The most powerful power of human beings in this world is not all kinds of strange abilities, but the flesh, the unrivaled power.

Although king-level humans possess various rule-level abilities, the most powerful power for them is their own physical body. Just like a painter, on the surface, he is a true god who turns everything he writes into a law, a character like a legendary painting fairy.

But in fact, there was a real fight, and the petite body could carry the orbital bombardment, and the white jade hand could tear apart the starship.

False humans: Manipulate the laws, change the stars, and walk in the void as a fairy.

Real humans: tear apart starships, carry the battleship's high-particle energy attacks, and chase the starfleet to hammer them to the ground.

There's nothing you can't do with your fists, and if you do, it's not enough.

At this time, the forest looked at the visiting group, took two steps forward and stretched out his right hand, and said, "Hello, welcome to my city." ”

With a smile on his face, the head of the visiting group shook the right hand of the forest and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, your city is very beautiful. ”

After introducing themselves, the two sides quickly got to the point, without the slightest hint of boasting about each other in diplomatic occasions. According to the experience accumulated by the visiting group in the past few days, the original human beings did not like to beat around the bush, but spoke bluntly and communicated better.

The person in charge pulled out a set of black tights, which resembled the neural connection combat suit of an ordinary mecha. However, due to the fighting style of the primordial humans, in order to prevent the primordial humans from destroying their clothes due to excessive strength, this suit only covers the wrists and ankles.

At the same time, the clothes are made of a substance similar to the solid slime, even if they are tattered by various attacks, they can recover after a few days in the sun.

This suit does not provide any defense, and the only effect is that it will heal even if it is broken.

The forest caressed the supple material with the clothes, and the more she looked at them, the more she liked them, and the clothes could perfectly solve the problems that had plagued her for many years.

That's the clothes of her compatriots, although these compatriots haven't fully woken up and don't care if they wear clothes or not, but she cares. A group of fruit-fleshed brethren swayed before her like savages, and the forest could not bear it, or rather, it was difficult for all kings to accept.

For them, although their compatriots have not been born with a clear consciousness, they are the few remaining compatriots of their own in this universe, and they are human beings.

Forest asked, "What do I need to get your clothes?" ”

According to what the Heritage of Humanity teaches them, everything has a price and there is no such thing as a free lunch. If suddenly a stranger gives you a lot of things for free, it means that he has other plans.

The person in charge of the visiting group was not polite, and replied directly: "This is the deposit paid in advance by Daxia for your future help." Of course, if you can, we'd like to register the laws you control. You can say no, it's just a job that we do in passing, and it's not very important. ”

Keeping track of the abilities of the kings was the main goal of the delegation, but the words could not be said directly.

Lin Lin smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's no problem, how to record?" ”

For primordial humans, abilities are such a thing, except for some special primordials, most kings don't care too much. This kind of thing is just that they have reached a certain level of strength, and it is born automatically, although it is very magical, but it is not as useful as their fists in a fight.

If there are many abilities that can compete with their fists, it is only the spatial ability. After all, the universe is too big to beat those spaceships with physical strength alone. The spatial ability makes up for this shortcoming, replacing their legs in the universe.

The person in charge replied, "Just say it, we have recording equipment." ”

"In that case, let me introduce my own abilities first." The forest has no ink and directly begins to narrate its abilities.

"My ability is to manipulate all kinds of plants, to be able to see everything around them through them, and in short, all plants can be my eyes. At the same time, I can also use the power of plants to a certain extent, so as to enhance my own abilities. ”

"This ability is very magical, but..."On the soft face of the forest, still with a gentle smile, I raised my right hand and turned it into a fist.

"It's better to fight with your fists."

In the past, some kings who were perfect in controlling their abilities fought with kings who relied on physical strength, and in the end, kings who fought by their abilities were pressed to the ground and rubbed.

What kind of space cutting, sun true fire, spiritual attack, death ray, various rule-level abilities, in the face of extreme power, it seems so bells and whistles.

Although this contest ended with the physical power triumphing over the power of the rules, the primordial humans did not look down on the power of the rules, and they put more energy into opposing this power and continued to develop their own abilities. It's true that the power of the rules can't beat the power of the flesh, but if the strength of the body is matched with the power of the rules, it can definitely beat the power of the pure flesh.

And as they continue to deepen their understanding of the rules, maybe one day the power of the rules will surpass the physical power. However, with the current rate of growth of their physical strength, it is obviously impossible for the rule power to surpass it, unless their physical strength no longer increases.

The expression of the person in charge became a little strange, although it seems that the power of the rules is a little stronger, but from your mouth, I am powerless to refute it.

"My brother's abilities are like his title, fantasy. It is possible to concoct something that does not exist through its own power. For example, the eyes released from his back just now, the younger brother's setting is that this is a pair of eyes that can destroy the entire universe, and when the seal is completely broken, it will shoot out a ray of light that can destroy all celestial bodies within tens of thousands of light years. ”

"But the real situation is power, which is similar to the main guns of those alien warships, and at most they can only blow up a large crater within a radius of ten kilometers. There is a hand in destroying the environment, and if it really hits the enemy's warship, it may not even be able to penetrate the protective shield. ”

The person in charge asked, "Then can he imagine some special object, such as room temperature superconductivity, or even a sun compressed to a diameter of three thousand meters?" ”

If this ability could really create anything he fantasized about, it would be an extremely terrifying ability. For example, fantasize about a black hole, a red giant......

Forest shook his head and said, "He can only imagine something with a power level lower than him, and the fantasy needs to be maintained by his power, once the supply of utilization is lost, then this thing will disappear." ”

"To put it simply, it is the ability to fantasize, and nothing that comes out of fantasy can not exceed its own power level, and at the same time, these fantasies need to be supported by their own strength."

"This ability sounds very powerful, but the actual effect is not as powerful as its own fist. No matter what kind of attack you hit, it's one level lower than yourself, and the cost is large, so it's useless except to look good. ”

After recording the abilities of the two kings of the city, all the humans in the city also gathered at the behest of the forest. The Pioneers began handing out clothes to each human being while keeping track of their numbers.

Forest City, three thousand two hundred and twenty-one humans, two kings: forest, fantasy.

……

Library.

The figure sitting in the corner of the library is still struggling to write a book, constantly writing a reasonable story.

[When the deer-headed man boarded the energy spaceship, his true identity was detected, and the robot quickly grabbed him and put him in a cell, ready to use various methods to find out who sent him and which civilization he had taken refuge in. 】

[After a series of deep scans, the Erd civilization suddenly discovered that the deerhead people were born with a soul, and they were a complete soul. This discovery quickly attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the Erd civilization, and according to the time of departure and the time of return, there were only three short days between the time of departure and the time of return, and in such a short period of time, the deerhead people were born with a complete high-dimensional consciousness. 】

The story slowly extends from the two low-level gatherers in the shelter to the entire shelter, and now even to the upper echelons of the Erd civilization.

[The Erd civilization wanted to get a way to give birth to a high-dimensional consciousness of an inferior life form in such a short period of time, and for this reason, the deerhead escaped the danger of being disposed of. 】

At this point, the figure stopped his movements and began to think about how to steer the rest of the story to the ending he wanted to see.

After half an hour of contemplation, the road ahead that had been shrouded in fog reappeared.

"The shelter itself is a mixed bag due to the gatherers, although the Erd civilization is very strict about the monitoring of gatherers, but spies from other civilizations can still enter, maybe the discovery of the spies can force the Erd civilization to send the deerheads to the space station, or even back to their home planet."

The figure bowed his head again, and the sound of Sashasha's writing echoed throughout the library. This is the voice of fate, and a big net called fate has been slowly unfolded.