Chapter 1919

"Your Majesty, I have come to discuss the conditions."

Su Ming used the method of energy shaking space to shout to each other, because there was no air in the net road. It was the emperor's spiritual power that made people here think they could breathe.

"The death knell."

The giant's figure was a thousand miles in a flash. Even before the cold voice reached Su Ming's ear, two golden thighs appeared in front of him.

It's not too much to say that he is a Titan. This hill like body is not human at first sight.

When the emperor blinks, the stars are out, and when he opens his mouth, he looks like a cold wind. An indescribable pressure fell on the shoulder of the knell. The strangulation did not feel the weight, but Su Ming felt as if he had carried the whole universe with his heart beating wildly.

He experienced this feeling. When he destroyed the third dimension at DC, he caught the reality with his magic hand, which was the weight.

Many concepts, such as time, space, life and death, all fall on one person's shoulders.

Eating and supporting the cloak of sleep shook for a while, and the next moment, the pressure dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect that this was the case within the network channel. How much of us are real and how many are illusory?"

Su Ming said, reaching out his hand to touch the emperor's leg armor, while the people around were still fighting with the evil spirits, as if they could not be seen at all. Maybe both sides had entered different secondary planes.

"Everything is true, but it is also false." The emperor replied.

The hand of the knell goes through the air and catches only a ripple of light.

With the fluctuation of the vision, the Sacred Body shrank suddenly, and he became a mortal, strong and young.

Instead, he put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder. His sense of touch was like a cold corpse's paw.

"You're a little weaker than I thought." Su Ming grabbed the hand on his shoulder and shook his other hand: "I thought you should have the strength to crush the four gods of chaos."

"Maybe it used to be, but I can't remember." The emperor was still expressionless, and his angular face glittered: "I already know what you are coming from. Originally, I only ordered tools to discuss with you, but after seeing you with my own eyes, I found you worth seeing."

"Tools? People? "

Su Ming smiles and releases the emperor's hand. Now, the supreme human being has gone through thousands of years of bloody battles. The cruel and endless fighting has worn away his human shell, leaving him in a state of complete rationality in which no one is not a ghost, and everything is only about the advantages and disadvantages of simplicity.

He is good at trading with smart people, but is emperor really human?

"Kiliman is the most satisfying tool I've ever had, and you're a human I can't see through."

The emperor will say again what he said to the gene protoplasm. For him now, he has disdained to cover up the past.

Gene protoplasm, starfighter, are all tools, and only the imperial army made by the emperor's own blood can be regarded as his children.

The starfighter's gene seed is integrated with the code of absolute loyalty, but the emperor got this manufacturing technology from the four chaos gods. When those guys collect debts, they naturally have a way to crack this defense.

Only the forbidden army, it's different.

"Even though I sometimes use tool people, kiriman must have been embarrassed when you said that?" Su Ming looked at the battlefield with a smile. A blood demon came to him waving a burning sword, but passed through his body: "people have been sleeping for ten thousand years for the sake of the Empire. When they wake up and visit you, you call them tools, tut."

"It's just a fact. His life form is destined to be just a tool." The Emperor didn't even have curiosity. He didn't care how the death knell knew that he had a spiritual conversation with the Regent. Instead, he went straight to the subject: "I know that you come here to want a dust and a chess piece, and I can give it to you, as long as you make a proper contribution to mankind."

Now the emperor's feelings are almost the same as that of the emperor. He can't even hear his own wisdom.

So he chose to go back with words:

"reward? No, I have always been a fair deal in my business. A stranger like me doesn't need your reward. It's better for you to be a flute boy under my cousin's crotch. Isn't it beautiful to eat and drink spicy food every day? "

The emperor obviously didn't understand and was not interested in the details:

"trading, how familiar and unfamiliar vocabulary, may have been mentioned to me for tens of thousands of years, so let's start."

"Generally speaking, both of us can be regarded as manipulators of different human civilizations. Although the methods of manipulation are different, I can probably understand people like you." Su Ming looked around. They were now in the middle of the battlefield, but not on the battlefield: "first of all, talk about the matter of the dead rabbit and the dog cooking?"

The emperor's body issued a bright golden light, his appearance became blurred in the light, and only the voice could come without hindrance: "my choice is right, pure human beings deserve to enjoy the future.""Tut, I know, because of the chaotic computer virus, which is the existence of your so-called electronic devil, AI and UI are very easy to degenerate and corrupt. It seems that there is nothing wrong with banning electronic intelligence technology, but a precautionary measure." Su Ming strengthened his energy output and did not allow the emperor's light to completely wrap himself up. He said: "but if you put all the traitors together, you can see that you have carried forward the double standard and still allow other things to exist."

"Tools."

The Emperor didn't even breathe. He clearly owned the entity. The light fluctuated with the heartbeat, but he didn't breathe. He just said a noun blandly.

Yes, it was called a great rebellion because all the emperor's "tools" were rebellious.

For example, psychics, whether they are navigators or astrologers, think tanks or judges, use powers that come from the subspace and drive the soul away from the eyes of evil gods.

As long as one uses psionic power, he will be watched by the evil gods living in the subspace, and thus will be completely corrupted from the weakness of human nature. There were more mutinous psychics than loyal ones in those days.

The genetic seeds of the starfighters were the creation of the emperor, but the technology was also sold to him by the evil gods. The rebellious star soldiers accounted for half of all the battle groups.

What about the invisible? Many mechanical spirits also have fallen spirits. Otherwise, where did those chaotic Titans and warships come from?

There are also humans, all people, rebellion is not only the high-level tools involved, ordinary tool people, including mechanical deities, Star Army, guard army, officials, nuns, all appeared rebellion.

"Yes, tools, that's the problem."

Su Ming took out a cigarette and gave it back to the emperor. After being ignored, Su Ming lit it and smoked it:

"friar astat, nun, machine spirit, psychic power, AI, etc.. They are all your tools. Traitors were born. But why did you kill only one of them after the event?"

In fact, there is only one answer, that is, the emperor thinks that artificial intelligence can be abandoned first.

Because people like him who are known as "omniscient" can't do anything if they really want to deal with electronic demons? It's just that I don't want to do it.

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