Tang Hao said lightly: "What you want to say is not me and the high-dimensional neural network." ”

He himself also vaguely felt that his body, and the system he controlled, had a more ambitious mission.

After all...... If he is really the male protagonist of Shuangwen, why shouldn't he sit on a stone chair for almost two hundred chapters, and he hasn't moved his ass yet, right?

The lieutenant replied, "It may be that the local machine does not have the privileges to learn more about the relationship between the high-dimensional neural network and the demons of the subspace, Your Excellency, and this may require you to explore the mystery on your own." ”

After recovering a little, Tang Hao switched back to the previous video screenshot again, and re-examined the throne full of skulls and the bright red monster sitting on it.

Now he won't have a headache anymore because of this slightly stimulating picture, but the adjutant reminded him that when observing this picture, Tang Hao's mental activity still has a slow downward trend.

"It's just the image of 'it', and even I can't resist it?" Tang Hao looked at his spiritual attribute of being as high as sixty, and said unwillingly.

"Your Excellency, the Commander does not recommend that you continue to fight against it, as doing so will likely bring it to your presence." The adjutant reminded.

Tang Hao thought for a while, and suddenly smiled coldly: "Everything that is said must be known?" Then this guy's tentacles are also a little too far, right? Could it be that this guy is also a real god? ”

The adjutant replied: "Although the existence of such a substance as 'soul' is not fully supported from the existing database, the concept of the spiritual field of an individual or group has been basically determined. ”

"When an individual or group thinks, the resonance of the spiritual field is likely to form the most eye-catching waves in the subspace, which may be the reason for the subspace demons."

Tang Hao nodded, turned off the picture on the screen: "Okay, then let's put it aside first, and when we are more powerful in the future, we will break our wrists with it." ”

……

"Fran, what are you?" Daniel asked, somewhat puzzled, as he saw Fran take out the notebook she had picked up in the temple and set it on fire.

Fran watched the note turn to ashes in the flames before she spoke, "The Lord means that we are not strong enough to explore the mysteries, so we must cut off all ties with them. ”

She looked at the others: "Any information we get from the temple, from now on, we are not allowed to mention it to anyone. ”

Everyone fell silent, and it seemed that this was a very difficult situation, and this was the first time that the "Lord" had made such strict restrictions.

Catherine suddenly smiled, she shrugged her shoulders, spread her hands and said to everyone, "Temple? What temple? Did we just go to any temple? ”

Everyone laughed at her, and even Daniel, an honest man, laughed, "yes, we just went the wrong way, and we just got dirt." ”

Everyone giggled and put this matter behind them and continued in the direction of Flame City.

But the tea powder that was carried by Owo has always been preoccupied.

There was one thing she didn't even dare to mention to the Lord.

Previously, as long as the tea powder closed his eyes and entered a state of mental concentration, he could see the white band of light extending to the "Lord" in front of him.

But now, she could perceive that in addition to a band of light that stretched towards the Lord, there was also a red thread that was thinner than a human hair, extending to an unknown distance.

Cha Mo knew very well what this meant, and he saw the strange statue, so the "god" behind the statue also discovered himself.

This is the connection between her and the "god", and Cha Mo doesn't know how to cut that connection.

Pastor Murachi must have gradually fallen into madness because of this, becoming a servant of the "Blood God", and even sacrificing himself to the "Blood God".

Cha Mo was very afraid, she was afraid that she would follow in the footsteps of Mulachi, she didn't want to be the puppet of the "blood god".

She didn't want to lose the favor of the Lord.

"What if...... If I'm destined to become a demon, then I'll cut myself off in advance. ”

Cha Mo touched the "fragment of divine power" on the back of his head, and as long as he took it off, he would die directly.

If it really came to that time, she secretly made up her mind that even if she died, she would die in the arms of the "Lord", and she would never betray the "Lord".

……

The "caravan" is still on its way to the "Flame" city, and the construction site of the federal general colonial command base at the "Divine Sleep" base has been in full swing.

With more manpower, the progress of the project did speed up a bit, but there were also a few accidents.

Two were falling objects, and one was more serious, when the scaffolding collapsed.

Fortunately, although some people have been injured, there have been no fatalities under the treatment of medical "capable people".

However, this also reflects everyone's neglect of safety production, and Mamba repeatedly stressed to the leaders of several workers' groups that safety production meetings should be held almost every day after the end of work.

The excessive workload caused a lot of complaints in the team, and even the "capable people" at the core of the team began to complain.

Fortunately, except for the working hours, Mamba did not back down, and other resources were open to everyone.

Including all kinds of fresh vegetables grown in the "15th District", the prey sent by the hunters of Lingqi Village every once in a while, and the newly brewed wine, all the workers involved in the project can eat and drink to their heart's content.

This benefit was even devolved to the slaves involved in the project, who had previously only been fed flour barley balls and could only eat one meal a day.

It can also be seen from this that Mamba attaches great importance to the Federation's general colonial command base, he is aware of the survival pressure of the "Journey to the Underworld", and in the face of the principled issue of survival or death, Mamba's wrist is quite iron-blooded.

"Hello Mr. Mamba, we are the villagers of Lingqi Village......"

Mamba looked at the plainly dressed villagers in front of him: "You seem to be here for the first time, right?" You're not hunters? ”

The villager in front nodded and said, "Yes, yes, we are not hunters, we used to work in the 'greenhouse farm' of the Lord's Mansion. ”

"A few days ago, there was a big change in the Lord's Mansion, it is said that it was a monster fire, and the entire Lord's Mansion and the greenhouse farm were all destroyed."

His expression was a little hasty, and it seemed that the scene was indeed terrifying.

"So we didn't go to the lord's mansion anymore, and I heard them say, you need workers to work here, we want to ask, can we participate?"