Chapter 1001: If something bad happens, then make a louder voice and cover up the past (Weak Heart)

The embarrassed Sarifo Shadowblade pulled one of his legs out of the sand with a blank expression.

In this desolate gray desert, in the vast quicksand behind him, the cool shuttle boat is sticking diagonally into the ground in an upside-down posture, that is, this thing has taken quite awesome materials so that it does not disintegrate at the moment of collision with the ground, but the slave owner who fell from a height of 10,000 meters is only slightly bruised so far, which does prove that this guy has two brushes.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had thrown his "prisoner" to the ground safely when he was about to collide, Sarifo probably wouldn't have even had abrasions.

After all, he is a strong man who walks the assassin route, and no matter how down, he will not die from fall damage.

However, the slave owner will have a confused brain.

Although he had been exposed to a lot of Creator technology and had dug it up with his own hands, he wasn't a great mechanic, so naturally he couldn't expect him to figure out what was going on in that moment.

The slave owner ran over and checked on his prisoner.

The matriarch of the Mejewa family was unscathed, but she was also in shock, and then a sneering smile hung on the corner of her bewitching mouth.

In the past, she was well aware of her terrible situation, and tried not to anger herself to Sarivo, but now that she saw this traitor so unlucky, the mistress could no longer hold back the pleasure in her heart, and she said in a cold voice:

"Look! This is the punishment of fate for traitors! Shadow Blade, Lady Spider is free, the power of fate that belongs to her has arrived, this accident is just the beginning, if you don't turn back, sooner or later you will die in an even more tragic accident. ”

"Now that it's been here, how can you let me turn back?"

Sarivo sneered, reached out and wiped his hand's delicate chin in the cold desert of this night, wiped away a few drops of quicksand, and whispered:

"My dear Filna, you seem to be angry, is it because you didn't drink tea today?"

"Hmph."

The matron's ripe body shook a little, and she lowered her head to stop provoking the madman.

"Scholars! Scholar? Hear the answer! ”

Sarifo stood up and pulled out a walk-around device he had with him to contact his companion, but the item that used to be able to talk normally half a world away was now opened, and only a busy sound could be heard from it.

This thing is actually broken?

When the beginner handed it to himself, he patted his chest and said that this thing would last until the last moment even in the disaster of the collapse of the continent.

The slave owner's heart sank more and more, but he was a person with super execution, and he did not stop waiting because of this unexpected disaster, but returned to the suspended shuttle boat and brought all the things he had stored in the airship.

There weren't many things, except for a few famous knives and a few sets of protective gear, as well as delicate tea sets and a lot of women's clothes.

The housewife is also very aware of the current affairs and reminded:

"Bringing all the water out of the spaceship, I can use psionic energy to help you navigate in the dark, but the place where we fell is the center of the gray desert, and it will take a long time to get out of here no matter where we go."

"Hmm."

Shadowblade nodded, and was about to return to the ship to fetch water, when he suddenly sensed a wave of psionic energy, he took out a pendant representing the Twilight Walker from his bag, activated it, and heard the complex voice of the scholar hoarse, tired, and with a hint of frustration ringing from it:

"Are you still around? Come here and I'll guide you through the road in three days at your speed, there's a big problem here, and I need your help. ”

"I also want to ask you, why did my ship fall?"

Shadowblade asked rhetorically:

"If you're going to kill someone, then this one sucks!"

"What do you want?"

It can be seen that the scholar is in a bad mood and speaks unusually politely, and he briefly explains:

"Murphy and his minions have written a data meme program with extremely high permission to format instructions, and just now, the drivers of most of the Creator's relics on the continent have been formatted"

"Speak human words!"

The slave owners were not polite.

The scholar sighed, he was really desperate for these guys who only played with knives without academics at this moment, but what else could he do? It can only be explained in simpler and more understandable words:

"He sealed all the Creator's relics in our possession by killing a thousand enemies and damaging eight hundred, and now all the Creator's Artifacts in our hands are scrap metal, except for those that do not need a driver to function.

It's ruthless.

Anyway, you hurry up, we must release all the temporarily stored data before the Life Greenhouse Bioinformatics Database enters the freezing order, or we will lose them forever. ”

"I said it, in human terms."

The slave owner rubbed his brow and said:

"You've got to at least let me know what you want me to do for you?"

"Your faction members and my followers of the Church of the Mechanic! Idiot! Still don't understand? ”

The scholar finally broke out, and he roared in psionic communication:

"I promised the chief monk that I would help you rebuild your faction, but that's not a pretext to lie to you! The members of your faction have all undergone medical examinations with me when they joined, and their biological information has been stored by me in the Life Greenhouse, and they can be brought back to life by cloning them in batches.

Of course, the soul and consciousness are not encoded and will cause them to 'lose' something randomly when they are resurrected, but at least you will be able to see them again.

The same was done to my dead followers of Port Chardo, and I did not abandon them.

This is what I call the 'truth'!

Actually, if it weren't for the fact that your disciple Penny was too unlucky to be half-dead by the purifying energy of the God's Scepter, causing her life information to be damaged, I wouldn't need to take her to Port Chardo to resurrect her in the Life Greenhouse.

Anyway, come here!

The resuscitation program is trying to delay the freezing of the bioinformatics, but it will last for a maximum of seven days, and if you can't make it, then don't blame us for not helping. ”

"I'll go right away!"

Hearing that his faction could be reborn through cloning, Sarifo immediately prepared to take his prisoner on his way, but after a few seconds he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"You just said that Murphy used a mysterious method to seal all the Creator Vessels we have in our possession, the power armor on the other side of the New World"

"It doesn't work, it's just a bunch of pointless scrap metal until the driver rewrites."

The scholar said angrily:

"So we're going to have to go over there and get those unlucky guys trapped there back to the Old World, and the sooner the better. Without the blessing of the power of the Creator, even their little people would have been eaten alive by the angry Aztecs. ”

"The question is how to get there?"

The slave owner felt very absurd, and he asked rhetorically:

"The shuttle boats are out of control, we simply don't have the means to cross the misty sea in a short time, do we have to row over?"

"You don't have to worry about that, I have my own way, who said we have to cross the sea to reach the New World? Alas, I underestimated Murphy, I paid the price, and the Life Greenhouse project is going to be postponed again.

But I reckon the chief monk will be so overwhelmed by Murphy's decisive manipulation that he won't have time to reprimand us. ”

——

"What's going on? What are you talking about! What happened to the Twelve Golden Men?! ”

In the same Star-Picking Tower, in the same Qintian Prison, the voice of the Supervisor Heaven Division raised an octave, and he was stunned by the bad news he had heard.

In front of him, several subordinates who hurriedly ran over and even lost their shoes said:

"The twelve golden people are down, and suddenly they don't move, that scene is terrifying, it is said that even His Majesty's anti-gravity imperial chariot has been smashed down from Yuxiao Mountain, my lord, hurry up and prepare, I estimate that you will be recruited into the palace in a while."

"Then why don't you change Ben-sama's clothes? Hurry up and get all the tools for divination, what about the stargazers? Don't fucking touch the fish, cancel the vacation and come back quickly to prepare for the divination event, if it makes Your Majesty unhappy, we all have to lose our heads! ”

The usually majestic Celestial Supervisor trembled when he spoke, and while he drove his subordinates to hurry up and do things, he changed into court clothes, and as soon as he put on his crown, a vulture knight came running to announce the decree.

The twelve protectors of the country were shut down at the same time, which was a real big deal.

After all, in the ancient kingdom of Callum, the twelve golden people have always been a symbol of suppressing the national fortune, and the suspension of the golden people does not mean hissing, and some dare not think about it, after all, their nine clans are not wholesaled from the market of the city.

"Look what this mess is all about!"

While taking the divination tool and preparing to meet the Dragon Emperor, Lord Jian Tiansi complained to his most confidant subordinates:

"There was just a Mao God who was in turmoil outside the territory before, and it hasn't stopped for a month, and this is encountering this kind of fatal errand, I think this troubled world is really coming."

"Hehe, the troubled times have come a long time ago, my lord, the results of our stargazing and divination in the past few years have been fierce hexagrams, and everyone is prepared."

The subordinate was very discerning to help the master take the armillary sphere, looked left and right, and whispered:

"I heard something that can make you happy, a third of the flying boats on the Tianzhou Division's side are lying on their stomachs, and there are also things that fall and hit innocents, only the sky-chasing flying boats imitated by the masters of the Hundred Craftsmen Division can still operate.

Hehe, Lord Zhao is in big trouble this time. ”

"Yo, this is indeed the only good thing in the bad thing, I have long said that Lao Zhao has committed a water reversal this year, and he still doesn't believe it, saying that I will calculate the black hexagram for him, and now look at this big man is a real magic trick."

When Lord Jiantian heard that his old rival was unlucky, he suddenly became happy, and even walked with the wind.

Before sitting on his one-eyed star crow and preparing to go to fortune for His Majesty, he first observed the celestial phenomena and then pinched his fingers and mentally calculated several times, and the spiritual energy of the flickering starlight was wrapped and scattered on the fingers of the Heavenly Supervisor, and finally formed a complex hexagram.

He read it carefully and then relaxed.

"The Kyushu Protector Array is working well, the Ten Thousand Miles Dragon Spine suppresses the ferocious, Yunlan Jiuding is still full of blessings, and there is no vision in the Haiyuan Fish Dragon Country, it seems that this extraterritorial disaster will not be blown into my Celestial Empire for the time being. However, this incident is definitely related to the artifact left by the Creation Tianzun, and it seems that the friends who follow the Creation Tianzun thousands of miles away from the Celestial Empire will have a catastrophe now.

However, although the hexagram is fierce, it is the appearance of nine deaths and one life, if you can live to death and find that glimmer of life, there is a good omen for the fish to leap into the dragon gate

It's weird, the old man has never seen such a strange hexagram in his life. ”

"What are you muttering, sir?"

The Moon Vulture Knight, who accompanied the Heavenly Supervisor to Yuxiao Mountain, heard the crooked chatter of the fortune teller, and couldn't help but ask:

"But a premonition of a crisis? Do you need me to wait for the chief? ”

"There's no need to report it, Your Majesty is still waiting, let's speed up, huh? Why is there a fire on Yuxiao Mountain? Could it be that there is a thief who assassinates the king? ”

"Well, that's where Your Majesty's Imperial Chariot crashed, and the anti-gravity engine stopped when it said it stopped, and it came without warning, fortunately, Your Majesty didn't fly high when you went out to watch the scenery, and fortunately there was a red blood shadow guard from the Inner Court Division who sacrificed himself to protect the master, otherwise Your Majesty would probably break some skin."

"What nonsense! This is clearly the genius of His Majesty Hong Fuqi who is blessed by Yunlan Tianzun, which shows that His Majesty is virtuous."

"Chirp"

The one-eyed star crow under the seat of Lord Celestial Supervisor also let out a flattering cry, indicating that what the Lord said was right!

At the same time that there was chaos in the Far East, the "Friends of the Celestial Empire" in the mouth of the Lord of the Heavenly Supervisor Division had completely become a pot of porridge.

Just like the embarrassing incident of the Dragon Emperor going out to enjoy the scenery and encountering the anti-gravity royal chariot shutdown, the Pharaoh's side also suffered a bad scene of the car crashing, the only difference is that the scene made by His Majesty the Pharaoh is a bit big.

The "Millennium Quicksand" was crash-landing in the yellow sand of the Songhai Empire in a lying position, thousands of scarab guards were unable to pass through the water that had fallen to the ground, and the Pharaoh himself was sitting under a makeshift tent, looking at his ship that had landed in the desert with a suspicious gaze.

He still had bruises on his head, but fortunately, his usual focus on exercise and good luck did not cause the Pharaoh to suffer more persecution, but there were still many priests from the Sun Church around the Sun Boat who were there to save people.

They saved the Pharaoh's most loyal guards of the quicksands, and the fierce warriors dressed in acolytes were in the worst situation of their lives.

Because the drivers of the power armor were formatted, they were stuck in the shutdown power armor and there was no way to get out on their own, and a large number of royal craftsmen were sweating and disassembling the acolyte with various tools.

The automatic tools that were usually very handy were also fucking shut down, leaving the craftsmen to have to screw by hand to try to disassemble the bulky armament.

"So, is the Holy City of Creation okay?"

The Pharaoh withdrew his gaze from the scene of the rescue in front of him, and turned his head to look at the important minister beside him with a blank expression, who replied with an embarrassed expression:

"Your Majesty, I can't contact except for the ones we have copied ourselves, the communication devices left by the creator have all failed, but the pterodactyl knights have seen it high in the sky, and the glow of the Holy City of Creation is still shining in the sky, and it is okay there.

But there were accidents everywhere else.

We've activated the Shaman's Wind Whispering Spell, and we've learned that the other solar ships have been shut down, and it's now tentatively determined that the master program has been formatted remotely, and not only the ship, but all Creator-related relics are no longer usable, except for those items that don't need a driver themselves.

The Ptolemaic Fortress's defense matrix has also been shut down, and you must rush back to the royal capital immediately. ”

"I wonder, why is this happening?"

Pharaoh said:

"This time it happened without warning, and the domestic masters did not have any premonitions, how could it be so sudden? Is there any other omen behind this that can be interpreted? ”

"Perhaps it is the fallen evil that interferes with our divine connection to the Creator?"

A royal priest whispered:

"This has happened before, Your Majesty, there was a similar record of the Mamluk rebellion, and we call it the Mamluk betrayal of the Creator faith and thus the divine punishment."

“”

Pharaoh shook his head.

He didn't believe this statement, and was about to think about it on his own, when he suddenly heard a report that the chief priest of Bayek from the Moon Holy City had arrived, and urgently asked to see the Pharaoh, saying that he had something important to report.

A few minutes later, in the Pharaoh's tent, the chief priest of Bayek, dressed as a mummy but dressed in a very ceremonial priestly robe, handed the pharaoh a scroll.

It is known that the spirit of the chief priest of Bayek has advanced to Hades.

Remaining in the world is only a fragmented shell of him, and it has been a long time since he has used words to communicate with others.

The Pharaoh took the scroll and opened it, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and after reading it carefully, he thought for a moment, looked at the chief priest of the moon in front of him, and said:

"Do you really think that the divine trial given to the people of Songhai by the Creator has begun?"

"Hmm."

Bayek nodded and spoke nasally, and in the next moment he informed the Pharaoh of his thoughts with a spiritual vibration, and said:

"The people need an explanation sufficiently lofty to appease their wandering minds, and if the facts are irrevocable, the monarch is to choose the least turbulent of all the consequences of his decisions.

Rashly announcing that a trial is imminent will certainly cause unnecessary waves, but compared to the vicious explanation that you are excommunicated and forbidden to use an artifact because you have lost the favor of your Creator, an assessment in the name of faith is destined to unite the majority of people.

Your Majesty, a storm has been blown in the desert.

If we complete this trial, the desert people will truly return to the arms of the Creator; If we fail miserably on the way, the lie that has been maintained for thousands of years will end in the most dignified way.

Are the people of Songhai just greedy for power?

Or is it really willing to give everything to the Creator?

It's time to set out to discover that exciting and daunting answer. ”

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