"In 36 hours and 12 minutes, most mechanical zombies will advance to the third stage."

In a very original woodland, Brother Leng Jing spoke in a very melancholy, next to him was a irritable brother who was as tired as a dead dog. Anyone who had overturned more than 800 chariots and zombies in 11 hours would be exhausted, especially when he lost his auxiliary equipment.

Nowadays, the concentration of this mechanical virus in the atmosphere of Pirate Star is getting higher and higher. Even Feiban is suitable for all ages and young people. The equipment necessary for traveling at home has been infected into Feiban zombies, which is simply crazy.

But Mu Shaoan was eating food leisurely at this moment. He was a long-range profession. As long as there were no starship zombies or extremely dangerous situations, he would not use elemental armor-breaking bullets and ghost sniper bullets. So he only used energy mode to fire a few shots from a distance. It was very easy.

"The destroyed city in front should be the area where Captain Li and his friends landed. Two of you, it's not my crow's mouth. You'd better be mentally prepared. In a short period of time, we should not meet with Captain Li and the others, because that city was destroyed by the mechanical zombie army at the first time. I don't think that there can be any living creatures or clues left in that place under the bombardment of the main gun of the starship."

"What about your opinion?"

Brother Leng Jing didn't question at all this time and asked directly, because 99% of the suggestions given by this fat man along the way were correct.

Although this is weird, it is always better than spinning like a headless fly.

"My opinion is just not!"

Mu Shaoan smiled foolishly, but he smiled strangely.

After a few seconds of silence, Brother Calm suddenly spoke: "Fatty, let's open the skylight and speak loudly. I don't believe that you are a recruit who has only been in the army for three years. Although you use the excuse of sniper, you have shown a veteran along the way, even more like a veteran than the most experienced veteran. I even suspect that you are the guardian, or even the shepherd of the God of the Starry Sky."

"That's right, fat man, we both will die in the end. If we don't die in your hands, we must die in Pirate Star. Just tell us the truth, who are you?"

At this time, the irritable brother also spoke solemnly, it seemed that they had been patient for a long time.

Mu Shaoan still smiled strangely. After a long time, he looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously: "If I tell the truth, I am actually your colleague? But I am not the guardian of your Qin civilization, I am the last anti-virus hunter of the Nor civilization. My name is Hurricane Varithis, and he is the brother of Morning Star Varithis, the last king of Morning Wind Kingdom. Do you believe it?"

Brother Calm and Brother Gang were stunned at the same time, looking disbelief.

To be honest, of course they know the Norr civilization, but it is limited to the distance between the Earthlings and the Martians. The civilization that was destroyed by the God of the Stars 500,000 years ago is really unpresent. Even if there are some descendants of the Norr in the Qin Empire now, so what?

"Look, I said you don't believe it. I am a powerful illusionist. I was a very serious internal injury a long time ago, so my intelligence dropped by 300 points. Now I can no longer use illusion, so I can only play a part-time guest role as a sniper. Well, this is a sad story. A peak king returned to his youth because of the failure of the heavenly tribulation. If I say that I will definitely be able to return to subversion in the future, you will definitely not believe it, right?"

Brother Calm:...

Furious Brother:...

"Let's talk about the current situation. We don't believe you. To be honest, even if you say you are the shepherd of the God of the Stars, we can't do anything about you. But if you are really not the shepherd, if you are really our peer, then what is the last generation of anti-virus hunter of the Normans, His Highness Hunter Prince, please tell us what to do now?"

Brother Calm Brother decisively avoided the issue of identity because it was too fantasy.

"Well, as a once great and upright anti-virus hunter, I am incompatible with the God of Starry Sky, but in the current situation, I really have no good way unless you are willing to help me."

Mu Shaoan had an unfathomable face, touching his non-existent beard, his eyes as deep as the starry sky.

"How to help? Now it only takes another 36 hours, and the situation will be irreversible. Although we two are pretentious, they are completely a drop in the bucket."

"Hehehe, things in this world have never been so absolute, especially in front of me, a former extraordinary illusionist. Have you ever heard of the solidification of history?" Mu Shaoan smiled evilly.

“History solidifies!”

Brother Calm and Brother Gang are even more confused. As guardians, they certainly know what historical solidification is. This is the signature skill of the Chaos Alliance against the God of Starry Sky, but what is the use of it at this time?

"Actually, the matter is very simple. I will analyze it for you. Virus, oh, that is, why did the shepherd of the God of Stars kill Muye? There are too many people on the Pirate Star. The 100 million new recruits have a great impact on the front battlefield every year. So, why do we have to stop those shepherds? There are more than 20 billion imperial citizens on this Pirate Star. Wouldn't it be enough to transform them all into guardians?"

"As for Pirates, my suggestion is that the entire history is solidified. In this way, although we have suffered a lot of losses, especially for the imperial citizens, it is very unfair, but for the entire situation of war, it is very valuable and meaningful."

Mu Shaoan said that he was flirting with his eyebrows, but the faces of Brother Calm and Brother Gang were so ugly that they were not good.

Yes, the plan Mu Shaoan said is very simple, which is to digitize the entire planet, or to put it in a more popular language, it is planet ol!

Develop everything on the entire planet into a game, an online game for the whole nation.

But this is so crazy and too inhumane. Although the imperial citizens who are kept in the dark may think, wow, so Kaisen, you see, I have all got a digitized body, but in fact, from the perspective of normal intelligent life, this is very sad.

They are still alive, but can no longer have children and can no longer enjoy the real world.

The Qin Empire even specifically enacted legislation to prohibit this situation from happening.

"This doesn't work, this definitely doesn't work!"

Brother Calm shouted angrily.

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. Just sit and watch the pirate star's tens of billions of imperial citizens die in three days. Anyway, we Nol people are dead, so I don't care."

Mu Shaoan said lazyly that he had nothing to do with him.

Brother Calm and the others were silent again.

"Is there no better way, I mean, a little gentler?"

"No, you have to know that in this situation, it is already very good to have such a method. Once Pirates enter global dataization, the Empire Chaos Headquarters can recruit guardian recruits from this online game. Although they will become inherently deficient and their growth potential can only stop at S, it is better than just such a worthless death. It's more than 20 billion, two guys, they are dying every moment now. Do you agree or not?"

Mu Shaoan said righteously.

"But this kind of global dataization requires a very complex process and extremely huge energy law to achieve it. How can you do it alone?"

"You don't have to worry about this. If you agree, hand over your personal data terminal. In the future, everyone in the Qin Empire will remember your names and have your status in history. Perhaps there are people who are scolding you for murdering tens of billions of citizens. But it doesn't matter. In this era of turbulent and rising magic shadows, we only need to do one thing, that is, make the God of the Starry Sky and its shepherds feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that they will vomit blood."
Chapter completed!