"After the race, Dave quit the church and returned to his hometown of District 12, where he had his family and friends, and I heard that he had married and had children and opened a ship repair yard in that scenic coastal city."

Lu Xiang listened to the story quietly while tasting the tomato-flavored potato chips he bought from a convenience store on the way here.

There is a smell of essence, and it is really not as delicious as the snacks that Song Lan makes at home.

Dave was a contestant in the 35th Cricket Fighting Contest, at the end of the war, the Church had gained absolute superiority, the entire Council had fallen under the control of the Church, and the remnants of the Cult of the Mechanicus were scattered and hiding.

These 35 editions of the tournament were launched to resolve the disagreement of "whether to ban the Cult of the Mechanical God and completely ban the prosthetics".

At the same time, this is also the last championship won by Song Lan, and according to him, there was a rising star in the 36th Fighting Cricket Competition.

It's just that the identity and name of the rising star really can't be remembered, and his memory of the cricket fighting competition stopped at the 35th.

Dave went from an obscure fisherman to a champion, and after winning the game, he was supposed to be at the top of the church and involved in the decision-making of the church's future, but like previous champions, after winning the game, he suddenly "saw through the red dust" and decided to stay away from all strife and return to his hometown to live a leisurely and peaceful life with his family and friends.

Even the first runner-up, Black Flash, was no exception.

According to Song Lan, the mutant insect led his followers to the "outside world" after the competition, and established its own settlement in a deserted place.

However, such an ending is at least much better than Lu Xiang's initial guess.

Although the champions have lost their fighting spirit, they are still living a comfortable life somewhere at the moment.

And after the traces of war are erased along with the Dark Ages, no one will remember their titles.

Maybe you are a kind ship repair shop owner who seems harmless to people and animals in your town, and when you were young, you were also the person who stood at the apex of the psychics.

Judging from the results, due to Song Lan's obstruction, the church's plan to completely eradicate the Cult of the Machine God went bankrupt.

As for the secret of the collapse of the church, it was hidden in the course of the 36th cricket fighting competition.

"The reason why the Cult of the Mechanical God survived was because of the church's infighting."

A familiar voice rang out from the eye-navigation robot floating beside the two men.

Although RT6 had a hunch, she instinctively felt uncomfortable when her guess was confirmed.

In Song Lan's story, the "mother" used to be the losing party.

They miscalculated the power of the church and psionic powers, and hid like rats crossing the street, which made it difficult for her to accept the fact that they were sleeping.

"After all, the Cult of the Mechanicus was only born during the Third War, and it is understandable that it was calculated by a cunning enemy."

Song Lan tried to comfort the other party.

"How can you say that about yourself?"

Lu Xiang objected.

But when she thought about it, Song Lan was indeed scheming in her daily life, and even the professional fraud gangs in the 17th district often planted their heads in his hands.

Song Lan waved her hand, "I'm different from them. ”

"What's the difference?"

"I joined later, and they were so annoying that I reluctantly agreed to their invitation."

Unlike those fanatical believers, the so-called upper world had no attraction to him, and he was already very satisfied with the rich material life of the big city.

This sentence also reached the ears of the "Emperor" through the eyeball navigation robot.

For some reason, a nameless fire suddenly surged into his heart, although he had no impression of the background of the cricket fighting competition mentioned by Song Lan, but what he said just now made him involuntarily want to slam the back of the opponent's head.

The Emperor seriously suspected that Song Lan had never played an exemplary role in the church.

In the midst of the conversation, the fighting in the neighborhood had reached a fever pitch.

Vadim lived up to his name as the underground emperor of the Fourth District, standing on the high platform of the block like the god of war, and in front of him was a crowd of staggering people.

The bottom of the stairs was already filled with broken weapons and prosthetic parts.

Facts have once again proved that in the cricket fighting competition, the tactics of crowds do not play any role at all.

Vadim exhaled, except for him, there were no more people standing in the surrounding tens of meters, and there were many familiar faces among these wailing criminals, and with the arrival of this cricket fighting competition, these small characters had somehow become a lot more tricky.

He looked up at the two figures in the bleachers.

Not long ago, Nothingness reminded him that other contestants were also arriving, and that the real opponent would be coming soon.

In addition to this, Vadim also saw another familiar figure.

"Blue Eyes".

At this moment, the "blue eyes" changed back to the original appearance of the company, and he went up the stairs, and finally stood in front of the two of them and the eyeball navigation robot.

"While I appreciate the valuable information you have provided us, there are some things I have to correct you."

"Blue Eyes" intervened in the conversation, "Hiding is also part of our strategy, Mother and we never expected to win the war with a few prosthetic modifiers or war machines, but unfortunately due to internal strife in the church, the church collapsed from within before we could fight back. ”

Just now, military science and technology temporarily changed its plans.

There was a thud on the ground beneath his feet, and the tremors tore the entire block apart in the blink of an eye.

The building that had lost its fulcrum did not collapse, but instead took on the shape of a palm, holding them in the palm of your hand.

The shaking did not stop there, but intensified.

The ground has been completely divided, and the massive object hidden beneath it has finally revealed its true face.

A colossal mechanical creation.

At this moment, Song Lan, who was high in the air, could only see half of the body of this mechanical creation.

RT6 was also shocked by the scene in front of her, and it was a long time before she noticed that the "blue eyes" gaze had been staying on her.

"Remember, we're not on the losing side."

Under the roar of the wheels, the mechanical creature opened its "eyes".

The flickering red light immediately enveloped the entire Fourth District, and the moment the mechanical creation was activated, the entire city seemed to come to life.

"History will always have regrets, and we didn't have time to decide the winner at that time."

This is the real hole card of the company.

As for the nutritional injections, the worms rooted in these people, and even the former Cult of the Mechanics, they are just tools they use to understand the world and conduct experiments.

"You've revamped the whole city!?"

It's an unimaginably large project for RT6, and it's far more cumbersome than she imagined.

Military technology has actually done it against companies in the true sense of the word, and it is equivalent to making enemies of the entire coalition government.

"RT6, this is the first time we've met."

"Blue Eyes" scrutinizes the floating eye-navigation robot.

Military technology has never liked to fight unprepared battles, but this time was an exception.

It involved a century-old feud, and RT6's reaction justified the need for it – the kind born after that war had long forgotten their old enemies.

This stems from the change of the mother.

However, not all creatures agree with the Mother's idea.

"We will prove to her that we made the right decision."

……

Vadim listened to the conversation intermittently, not only because the prosthetic modification had sharpened his sense of hearing, but also because his body was thrown into the air the moment the ground left.

By the time he saw the machine for what it was, its punches had already slammed down on him.

For a time, the buildings of the entire neighborhood became the arms of mechanical creations.

With no place left on the ground, Vadim watched as the unconscious criminals fell into the cracks one by one, eventually disappearing into the darkness.

He got good news and bad news at the same time.

Both express the same thing - his ability to take effect on this mechanical monster.

Because from the moment they looked at each other, he seemed to be the number one target of annihilation for mechanical creations.

With every punch he thrown, one or several buildings smashed at him.

The entire neighborhood became chaotic, forcing Vadim to carve a path through the platforms that were suspended in mid-air.

The sudden change forced Vadim to activate the "overload" system, but the 2-second time limit was too short after all, not to mention that the platforms he used as landing points were also part of the mechanical creation, and despite its size, it could control every part of itself with precision.

For example, turning the ground upside down the moment he touched the landing point was enough to drop him from the force he was in a state of detachment.

When Vadim realized these details, he couldn't move because of the side effects of the "overload".

He had only one question in his mind now.

"Isn't this TND cheating?"

He questioned 'nothingness' in his heart.

Such a large mechanical creation obviously does not fit the theme of "fighting crickets", and he believes that Nothingness, as a contestant and organizer, should ban this cheater who violates the rules as soon as possible.

However, the feedback from Nothingness is as irritating as the formulaic reply from the game company's customer service.

"There is no rule prohibiting robots from participating in the competition, and according to the process, if a contestant finds something unreasonable during the competition, he or she can submit his or her opinion to the adjudication committee, and these suggestions may be adopted in the next competition."

Where did the next cricket fighting contest come from!

Vadim's body was still falling, and at this moment, his abilities were completely counterproductive—the mechanical creature didn't seem to intend to let him go, and he watched as a tall building that had been lifted up smashed down on his face.

Shadows clouded the sky, and darkness gradually enveloped him.

It's over!

Vadim seemed to hear someone shouting in his ear.

As we all know, the players who died in the previous cricket fighting tournament did not repechage the match.

And "nothingness"......

This pit didn't mention that he would meet a giant robot as an opponent!

Before darkness fell, countless thoughts sprung up in his mind, but none of them could help him get out of his predicament, and Nothingness was still the same as if he was watching a good show, and had no intention of helping.

The shadow that fell on him was getting closer and closer.

Although the process took a turn for the better, his ending did not change.

But on closer inspection, Vadim also realized that Nothingness never seemed to promise him that he would survive this tournament unharmed.

The other party only promised that it would bring him closer and closer to the truth, and that he would not die an unknown death like those of his followers.

Now, Vadim seems to understand.

Everything that happened to them at this moment stemmed from a vendetta that had been covered up with history.

Before the wheel of history, any individual will only be crushed like an ant.

And those who can influence the direction of history are looking down on them like "nothingness" at the moment.

The oncoming wind pressure was so strong that Vadim couldn't breathe, and the spiritual energy had a limit after all, and in such a state, it was not enough to withstand the weight of a building.

But if you think about the good, such an ending is better than losing in the hands of a group of small characters who can't even name them.

"Hey."

Vadim opened his eyes and looked calmly ahead, "How many places do you count now?" Can you squeeze into the top three? ”

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Because it's not over yet."

Vadim wanted to say something, because this might be the last trace he left in this world, but the next moment, he understood the meaning of the words 'nothingness'.

Before his body was about to be crushed to powder by the building, a figure suddenly appeared between him and the building.

The figure with his back to him wears boxing gloves and resembles an underground boxing fighter.

But this kind of dress did not surprise him, most of the people on the street today are dressed in fancy clothes, compared to the underground boxers, which can be regarded as relatively normal dress.

What was not normal was the figure's right fist.

In the face of the behemoth that was about to crush them, the comer only swung his right fist, so that for a moment, Vadim suspected that the other party must have a brain problem.

The next moment, Vadim saw something unusual.

At first, it was just a fleeting black arc, which made him think he was dazzled.

Unprecedented energy burst out in front of him.

It's similar to psionic power, but there's a subtle difference.

In an instant, the world in Vadim's eyes was blackened by the constantly diffusing energy, and anything that was touched by the energy was wiped out in an instant.

Vadim couldn't help but look at the mechanical creation.

As Nothingness says, the game is not over yet, and there are still many unimaginable opponents in this game.

And now......

Vadim was stunned.

He clearly felt the gaze of the mechanical creation, which immediately filled his heart with anger.

Uncle's!

What are you staring at me all the time!

The small theater of its two hundred and forty-four:

Monday, noon

Although Lu Xiang looks cold on the outside, he is actually a person with a good temper.

This is the unified evaluation of her by the higher-ups of the swarm.

But the premise is that you can't joke about her food, it is said that when the hornworm stole the egg fried rice in the refrigerator at night, he was directly pointed at by Lu Xiang - this is something that no other member of the swarm has ever been treated well.

"She really loves you so much, she didn't click you off."

Bai Zhu just heard Song Lan's approach, and he felt chills all over.

"I just wanted to make a little joke with her at the time, wasn't there a lot of tricky videos between couples that were often popular on the Internet before?"

Song Lan learned several hands from the video.

This includes replacing the Oreo filling with mustard, freezing bitter melon juice and disguised it as a popsicle.

But after an April Fool's Day critical education, he reversed all plans.

Although Lu Xiang is angry, although he will not beat and scold people, the methods of criticizing education are varied, and each of them makes people feel uneasy.

Song Lan seriously suspected that she usually secretly swiped tricky small videos in the department.

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked on a whim, "By the way, Bai Zhu, have you checked Lao Lu's browsing records." ”

"Uh, that's it......"

"Checked?"

"It's better that you still don't know."

"To put it bluntly."

"For the sake of friends, I'll tell you quietly, Lao Lu, she still holds a grudge...... All I can say is that the fact that you broke the oven from her has been written down in her little notebook. ”