Chapter 1131: A Long Nightmare

The small episode passed by in a flash, and Lu Ping'an was confirmed, and what the big cat said before "I don't want to be resurrected" was all nonsense.

Even if she is so hard-mouthed now, I am afraid that as long as she shakes it in front of Lin Nu's forces at that time, her coffin board will not be able to hold it down, and she will jump out directly.

Lu Ping'an tried to put on the "mask", and it did not remove its "curse of the gods", but separated it.

After the actual measurement (catching the fishman), Lu Ping'an was sure that even if he saw the family, as long as he wore a mask, they would not be able to detect the existence of the "God's Curse", and they would naturally not go crazy.

And this means that, when necessary, this is not only not a burden, but also a weapon.

And after trying, as long as there is the action of "wearing", it can be effective, and it is worn as an arm guard on the hand, and the effect is the same.

"This is part of Liu Lao, who defines his 'physical body' and gives it the characteristic of 'cutting off the vision of the gods'."

It's rare for the big cat to speak, and it looks like it's an old acquaintance?

Lu Ping'an didn't ask, and he didn't have any interest in her past. Considering the previous situation of the big cat madness, most of the time it was not a good thing at all, and the more you investigated, the bigger the head.

If Liu Lao's relationship with her is really passable, now it is not a warning but a "favor" and help.

Lu Ping'an knew that he actually had nothing to talk about with these old guys, and the two sides were not in the same world at all.

What they really want to do, they can't get involved, and they barely participate in it, and they are probably a miscellaneous soldier.

As for being optimistic about your potential, or thinking about your future investment, Lu Ping'an knows that he can only talk nonsense, and the other party really says it seems insincere.

Outsiders can still understand Lu Ping'an's rule-level "investment" that quasi-god level is really not something that can be reached by hard work and talent, and the success of every quasi-god is impossible to replicate.

If Liu Lao said, "I'm optimistic about you", Lu Ping'an felt that it would be nonsense, just like when he saw a first-order professional newcomer, he said, "I'm optimistic about you, you will become a law-level powerhouse sooner or later."

Is this a possibility? Of course there is, after all, no matter how small the odds are, there are still them, but this is basically a correct nonsense.

"The rule level is even higher, so you can enter their realm."

But no matter what, at least the attitude expressed by the quasi-god made Lu Ping'an and the big cat feel a little more at ease.

At least, there is no need to worry about being hunted down by quasi-gods in the local area, considering the past of the big cat, it is actually entirely possible.

But now, it may be that the "position" where Lu Ping'an stands has always been relatively stable, and with Lin Nu and the official as the development background, he finally obtained the right to develop

"At least, I have enough value to survive compared to the risks that exist."

Lu Ping'an shrugged his shoulders, but he could see it clearly.

Time passed, and someone who had solved his worries began to prepare for the next stage of exotic exploration.

More and more information is being declassified and transmitted, but the vast majority of it is bad news that cannot be worse.

Mercury 42 has been divided into four parts, literally the kind that when god-level beings enter the battlefield, they have the ability to directly rewrite the world.

The largest part of them is Lu Ping'an's old friend, the Lord of the Eight Claws and the races under his command.

The other part is occupied by a strange creature that seems to be a fire attribute, they are also inhabitants of an exotic land, their world is densely covered with volcanoes and lava, and the gray-skinned battle races are trying to turn Mercury into "gray rock formations" and "volcanic areas".

After all, on the one hand, it only wants your life and land, and on the other hand, it directly destroys your "survival possibility" and "home planet environment".

But humans have a good relationship with them, and even have a lot of deals and tacit understandings in private.

The third-party forces are Lu Ping'an's old acquaintances, an abyssal swarm of creatures, whose goal is as simple and direct as ever, eating up all biomass.

By the way, they come with "pollution", and their area is also the most polluted.

The fourth piece is naturally human, in a sense, like those gray-skinned dwarves, they are here to mine and occupy territory, but they have a good relationship with the local people.

Seems to have forgotten about the natives? Yes, they are not among the four.

They are now just a "wandering race" with no fixed territory, surviving somewhere in the gap between the four major forces, and most of them have even lost their civilization and writing.

"I like this world very much, it is much more beautiful than ours, how sweet the water is, not hot at all, and not that horrible gray and black."

Lu Ping'an saw a tall "long-handed clan", with a strange full-coverage protective suit and machine, while using synthesized sounds to introduce the situation of his hometown to the locals, while sighing at the beauty of the earth.

This scene was too ironic, Lu Ping'an hesitated for a long time, and he didn't know whether to laugh or be angry.

"Heh, when the earth is dragged into the abyss, how good can you humans be."

Well, at this time, the big cat himself finally remembered that he was an exotic creature.

Lu Ping'an noticed that the life of this long-handed clan here was not convenient, his protective suit was full of strange blue liquid, and his breathing seemed to be quite laborious, and he had to leave every two or three hours to "change the water", and the mechanical synthesized sound was difficult to hear, even if his "hearing" was obviously problematic.

He is like a seriously ill patient who relies on a machine to sustain his life, but he is never willing to leave this "toxic" world.

But even so, when talking about his hometown, he was still full of disgust and hatred, which made Lu Ping'an disdain him and curious.

"What the hell is going on with Mercury 42, it's going to be so distorted."

But the more he tried to understand, the more Lu Ping'an felt helpless and sad.

"That world is hopeless."

That civilization did not try to save itself, and even there were quite a few singing and weeping races and communities in it, and there was even a centuries-old Zhongxing era, and there were "ancient ruins" of that period in the deep sea.

They developed technology and supernatural creations, but now they are "relics" for outsiders.

Among them, heroes and strong men appeared, and there were even strong people above the rule level who took the transcendent route. But it has become a rare "meat" and "material", and has become a feast for outsiders.

The latest human race has gone, only 30 years at the earliest, and large-scale intervention is even a matter of the past few years.

No wonder the long-handed clan in front of you is so friendly to earthlings. A group of outsiders who don't think of it as food, materials, slaves, or toys are simply angels.

But Lu Ping'an really read the specific information, and there are some "permission materials", and he felt a lot more.

Of course, the human forest girl forces are not charitable, they will be so friendly to the long-hand clan, in fact, they also value themselves.

"That's right, you really have nothing left, you still have yourself, and you still have this life!"

Even if they feel like they have nothing, they are already dead at least ninety percent of the nine tribesmen. But just in the area controlled by humans, there are still at least millions of long-handed clans!

These human resources are labor, reservists, miners, or whatever

"We're not saviors, we're just mortals struggling in this world, but."

In front of the stage, the preacher of the Long-Hand clan was speaking generously.

He was repeating why he had come to the capital, a promise made by an unknown human explorer.

We can give your descendants the possibility of surviving, give your race a small but makeshift living space, and let your life and death have some value and hope."

When he said this, there was a real light in his eyes

(End of chapter)