Chapter 1581

"Since we are unable to make a breakthrough in the world for the time being, is it possible to circumvent this prohibition on ourselves?" "We can keep our bodies in reality. The scale of the dimensionality reduction program is so large that a few people may..."

"Jacob, if I hear similar words from you again, I promise you will never have the chance to reduce dimension." "We launched the dimensionality reduction program. We may have all kinds of reasons to carry out this plan, but it is undoubtedly a betrayal of the whole civilization," said Charles van n indifferently

"We have sacrificed all that we can sacrifice, bury all that can be buried, and let down all that we can. Ultimately, the dimension reduction plan is still irreversible. But on this basis, if anyone wants to be a deserter and seek their own welfare, I promise that I will kill them myself." Charles's eyes flashed cold: "I'm not aiming at Jacob alone, but all the people present."

"Calm down, Charles. These are your colleagues. They are not as bad as you think. Everyone here has gone through countless tests." "I know that we did make a mistake in getting the dimension reduction plan to come out, which is the most serious mistake in the history of Torchwood, but no one wants to see it," another said in a low voice

"And you, Jacob, maybe others might have escaped the dimension reduction program, but you, US, all of you, do you really think you could be the lucky one out of the plan?" The voice continued to ask, "think of the martyrs who tried to get the inside out. Did any of them succeed? No, we are facing an evil god outside the time axis. He not only represents the wisdom of darkness, but also controls the probability. When you have this idea and put it into action, I have no doubt that you will die in an accident, maybe a traffic accident, a car out of control, maybe an electrical accident...

just as the voice spoke, Jacob's His body suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness, or in other words, his consciousness left the game world and went offline.

The whole conference room suddenly quieted down, even the high-level who spoke before was stunned.

More than ten minutes later, another high-level man who went offline to investigate the situation returned to the world with frost on his face: "Jacob's game cabin has electricity leakage, he is cooked in his own game room."

"Obviously, Mr. Jacobs not only has this idea, but also has taken practical actions." "As you can see, we have no way to go now. When we see our dark destiny, it has been fixed. No one can escape. Mr. Charles can rest assured."

"This is our retribution, and we should accept it calmly." Charles fan remained aloof and pitiless for his dead colleagues, and the rest of the audience did not do much better than him.

"Don't put yourself on the moral high ground, Charles. Think about who dug up the first slate." Another voice appeared to express his dissatisfaction: "if you were not so serious at the beginning, maybe our future will be completely different."

"That slate is objective, and even if we don't find it, it's still here and there." Charles snorted: "we shouldn't have been defeated by cruel truth, but there are too many of us who are too weak."

"Don't talk to me about objective existence, Charles. It's like Schrodinger's cat until you dig out that damned slate. It's quiet and elegant. It doesn't give anyone any trouble, and no one can be sure it's there." The voice sneered again: "the evil god may have buried that stone slab 5000 years ago just a second before you shoveled the last shovel. Otherwise, how could it be engraved with your surprised expression? I can't forget your big mouth up to now

Charles did not respond again. He remained silent, or he became more silent. He could feel the implicit rejection of the whole Torchwood high-level. As the first person who discovered the clues left by the evil god, he could not be 100% sure whether his sincerity had really affected the whole process of civilization.

This black pot is so big that he can't afford it, and no one can.

"If it was the Xinhua people who discovered the stone, what would they do?" Charles has asked himself questions countless times.

They will probably mobilize the national reserve, and then use the most stringent inspection standards to check which people are labeled with evil spirits in their genes, and then isolate these people, and then make every effort to solve their own problems. Even if half of the citizens pay for this, what's more terrible is that those who have been sacrificed will not complain about it.

Charles had a wry smile. Why not them? Why EU people? Half of the population's genes have been marked with their own by evil gods, which is like a wordless mockery of the entire human civilization.

The dimension reduction plan is the first order given by treacherous Qi to the EU people. This order is limited to the high-level of Torchwood. They can not resist. They can only choose the former between obedience to genetic instinct and genocide. At least, this choice will not lead to EU people becoming history in 48 hours.But after the dimensionality reduction plan? If the traitors convey more evil orders and more difficult conditions, what should they do?

Charles doesn't know. The whole Torchwood doesn't know.

Fortunately, treacherous and strange orders are abstract and broad. In addition to the goal of overall dimension reduction, they have a lot of room for operation. For example, they unite with dawn church to place new hopes on the master of dawn, such as angelizing themselves, so as to fight against the pressure from chaos in the game.

However, these seemingly effective plans failed because of various accidents.

Charles knew that at least half of his colleagues had been completely defeated. Now, as long as a monster appeared to hook their fingers, they would kneel down on the ground and cry out: they want to know for a long time, know many and thirsty for thought, only saintly and strange, not trapped.

In fact, what Charles couldn't understand most was why the traitors kept Torchwood, and even allowed it to play its due role, instead of openly declaring that the Europa empire was officially owned by the holy traitor.

Maybe, for the traitor, it's like playing a game and opening the console, which will lose the fun in the process of the game?

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