Hu's sister has been away from here for a long time, and he is still sitting there in a daze, lying beside him silently with him, and he can't cry anymore, maybe because he has experienced too much killing, or for some other reason, at this moment it feels like vomit stuck in his throat, and he can't get out or get in.

He looked sideways at the scene outside the window, and he hadn't sat quietly here looking at the sky for a long time.

"A Council of Four?"

He muttered a sneer, just hearing the name, he already knew the approximate members inside.

If nothing else, it was the two guides, and the two old men, although they didn't know what their positions were.

He lowered his head and touched the white soft fur, only those softness could make his heart feel better.

Bai whined, as if he was infected by his emotions, and Bai also looked very depressed, although he didn't know why.

Persecution will lead to resistance, and he knows this truth very well, and from the beginning he worked hard to become stronger, just to ask for the control of these guys behind the scenes.

But it wasn't until this moment that he discovered a truth, the road to becoming stronger from the beginning, and everything, seemed to be under their control, and the gap between them was not something he could surpass.

For a while, there was a great sense of disparity, which made him very uncomfortable for a while, and this reason for him to become stronger only now found out that it was so ridiculous.

"Do you want to give up?"

He asked Shiro, even though he knew that the beast would not give any answer, but it would be more uncomfortable for him not to say it.

Suddenly, the ring around his neck slipped out of his collar.

At that moment, he felt as if he had caught something.

"Give up! No, it can't be. ”

The one who sacrificed for him was never to make him give up.

At this moment, he became extremely calm.

Suddenly, I felt that my situation was like before the era of great integration, those protagonists in the novel, with their own unique memories, came to this backward era, with their advanced concepts and knowledge to turn the tide and change their embarrassing situation.

Thinking of the previous practice of wanting him to inherit the throne, I felt a little like farming in another world.

But he knew in his heart that he couldn't do it here, not to mention that he didn't know too much professional knowledge, and there were too many powerful things here, which were irreparable by technology.

Even if you build a nuclear bomb and still get to the door of someone's house, even if you blow up his house, I'm afraid you won't even be able to hurt the corners of his clothes, there are too many such existences.

But as an outsider, is there really no advantage at all, the answer is no.

The era of great fusion has once again opened the era of cold weapons, because of the lethality of this kind of thing, relying on the super fast speed of its bullets, and extremely strong penetrating power, as well as the range that the bow and arrow itself cannot reach, and the convenient way of loading, it has completely replaced cold weapons.

But with the advent of the Nightkin and the loss of all its advantages, first of all, the human reaction is simply not enough to keep up with the speed of the Nightkin and there is still time to aim, I am afraid that the neck has been twisted.

Even if they were lucky enough to hit them, the piercing power of the bullet would not be able to hurt them with the protection of the blood.

As a new human prophet, there is no pressure to aim, but bullets of ordinary materials cannot hurt them.

As a result, most of the prophets used their bodies and source power, and the few lucky ones were able to obtain rare ores excavated from the depths of the sea to make weapons that were hard and sharp enough to fight the enemy, but there were very few such materials, let alone use them to make guns and bullets.

Tanks, artillery, and cruise missiles are completely useless under the enemy's strong mobility and defense, which is the biggest dilemma of mankind at present.

The musket as a farming artifact is even more useless here, even if you can make a semi-automatic rifle, so what, those old guys with more than 100 million years of strength can stand and let you fight for a day, provided that people are willing.

Not to mention muskets that need to be reloaded once for a single shot.

"Are guns really useless?"

He repeatedly asked himself, even if he entered the realm of walking now, could the gap of hundreds of millions of years be bridged, of course it was impossible, even if those old guys were leisurely, the deposition of the years would be irreparable.

Is it possible to try to let a three-year-old child who has practiced martial arts win against a laid-back adult?

So if you don't make some cross-century decisions, you will still die in the end.

Just like before the Great Convergence era, people felt like they were at the top of the food chain on Earth, and the outer layers of the Earth were the vast universe.

Just when they were still worried about a possible alien invasion, the Nightkin tore through the barrier and broke into people's sight, and it was only on this day that they realized that what they knew was not all the truth.

The Nightkin created the barrier, put the primates in it, and made observations, and the earth that people flew out of was just a fantasy in the barrier, until the Nightkin broke the barrier, and the humans realized that the place where they were was was just the tip of the iceberg of the entire continent, the so-called sea, in the real world, was like a small lake, an endless barren sea, and no one knew what was outside.

The day he became a prophet was just entering the era of great convergence, and all the technology was still recovering, and it was difficult to create but easy to recover.

Countless unmanned reconnaissance planes tried in vain to cross the barren sea to explore farther places, but there was no doubt that none of them could fly beyond the distance of 300 meters along the coast.

The pressures and dangers there are far beyond what today's technology can handle.

On the mainland, except for humans, who are nocturnal walkers, people have given up the decision to explore the unknown, and still feel that they should first solve the great enemy of humans, so under the countless generations of changes in medicine, the number of prophets has finally increased.

If it weren't for the decision of humanity to use those unknown medicines, it would have been extinct in the hands of the Nightkin long ago, so there is no way to deal with this hopeless future without making some decisions that feel like there is no future now.

After thinking about it, we can only pay attention to the thermal weapons, which is the only way out now.

Finally, this thought, which was silent in the depths of his memory, appeared in his mind again.

At that time, he thought about whether the Prophet could do damage to the Nightkin if he could make a thermal weapon out of precious materials, of course, no one had ever tried it, that level of material itself was extremely precious, who would use it for experiments, wasting materials the size of fingernails, it might cause casualties in a city, which was an unacceptable damage to the leaders.

"There's a shortage of materials there, so what about here. ”

I couldn't help but think.