Vol 2 Chapter 1475: Moderate weirdo

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Break in, suppress.
The whole process was extremely quick. In just a few minutes, Wang Qi ended seven resistance zones and two resistance zones. Before Wang Qi passed, he was already killed by the absolute superiority of "forces".
It is estimated that there are also a group of miscellaneous soldiers.
And Wang Qi is very clear that the reason why he can play so smoothly is entirely because of a group of "combatants" in his hands-also as mixed soldiers.
It's just that the group of miscellaneous soldiers in his hands is not a cannon fodder of experts, but a "tool" for "path exploration".
In other words, a "tool" that can replace some functions of "spirituality".
Wang Qi has always been advocating "can use tools instead of tools". The reason why no one in Shenzhou studies the magical means or tools to replace spiritual consciousness is simply because-"the idea of ​​spiritual consciousness is really very useful."
As long as there is mana, it must have spiritual consciousness. Without mana, most of the products of fairy road technology will not be used. It's like in a world where there are no blind people at all, and no scientist will spare no effort to study the "electronic prosthetic eye"-unless the electronic prosthetic eye has far removed the naked eye.
But it is not so difficult to find other means to replace some functions of spiritual consciousness.
At least not for Wang Qi. He only used a few days of effort to compile a set of special algorithms for these "combatants", so that they can transfer "information" between each other, and eventually, this "information" will be passed on to himself. .
In this environment where spiritual consciousness cannot be used, he just waited for using spiritual consciousness, figured out everything here, and worked out the best combat route.
The blank area at the center of the building is the enemy he will deal with last.
Usually, a person cannot be detected by "spiritual consciousness", which often means that the person is stronger than "spiritual consciousness" itself. When the spiritual consciousness touches the strong man, it will be destroyed by the so-called "momentum" in the strong man [this Faxi is more willing to call it "spiritual field"].
The same is true here. As long as the "combatants" are all beheaded, the "spiritual knowledge" that Wang Qi temporarily put together is useless.
But "no information" is itself a kind of information.
"The strong man here is probably in a state where he can spike the Qi period. The foundation period, or is it stronger?"
Because "spiritual knowledge" is too weak, Wang Qi can only guess so.
Anyway, for him, as long as it is not the period of formation, it is still within the scope of coping.
Wang Qi thought this way. First, he took out a few precious elixir, swallowed it, and waited until the medicine became effective before entering the "room" at the center of the building.
It is said to be a "room", but this enclosed space is completely different from the architecture of the human race. It seems to be a buckled clock—considering that the entire palace is hanging upside down at this time, under normal circumstances, it should look like a big, upside-down brass clock.
Wang Qi can imagine the dragons roaming here.
The wall of the "down clock" has a somewhat metallic texture with many inscriptions on it. These inscriptions with very different styles are well preserved. After the Dragon clan gave up its civilization for 200 million years, this information still exists.
But Wang Qi has no intention to read these words for the time being.
Because he saw the "top" of the room-the original "bottom" with a weird man hanging upside down.
Compared with other weirdos he saw along the way, this weirdo was a bit more human. There were no obvious distortions or hyperplasia on his body, and no meridians or acupuncture points on his face. But he still shows signs of transformation. The fangs in his mouth turned outwards, his eyes were blood red, his skin turned blue, and his hair lost his pigment.
"Yo, what kind of monster are you?" Wang Qi looked friendly when he asked, as if he was looking at new experimental animals.
"I am naturally human." The monster said very ordinary: "Apart from being human, what else can I be?" At the end, he looked at Wang Qi again and looked closely: "Xianmeng's? Well, I do I heard that this blue dress is the hallmark of the ancestral court of ancestors today? "
Wang Qi was shocked: "Do you know Wan Fa Men? You haven't erased your memory?"
As Wang Qi saw along the way, all the weirdos were the result of purging souls and destroying part of the brain. They rely on magical instruments to stimulate physical movements, assisted by the remaining instincts, and every move is within an extremely complex instruction set.
Even the weirdos like Black Goat or Nine Swordsmen are just a little more "brained" and able to talk. It can only be counted as a low IQ villain character in children's animation.
And this, there is a high-level emotion of "curiosity".
"Naturally, there are some people who refuse to work for Hong Tian, ​​who just needs a monkey under his hand and needs a test-oh, sorry, according to what you said, it is called" positive animal " "Yes." The weirdo pointed to his nose: "And I am willing to be loyal to the lord, so the lord will naturally not erase my consciousness."
"If it is not specifically required by the empirical evidence itself, it is a scholar's most basic literacy to treat empirical animals. Don't pretend to be like a pig's nose." "The shame of the Dao species" said something about himself. Observe the strange things carefully, "Speaking of it, you say you are loyal and honest, and your prince may not trust you."
With that, Wang Qi nodded his mouth and face.
Are you still transformed into a weirdo?
"It's not a prince, it's a prince." The weird man frowned and then stretched out, saying: "If you want to live here, you have to accept the transformation. When you call all the way, you don't see many fools ? The fools didn't dare to be transformed. "
"This is not a means for the Maharaja to control us, but a means for us to survive."
"Live?" Wang Qi's eyes showed a dangerous light.
The weirdo smiled: "Well, you are right, as long as you kill me, you can also find the secret of" live "from my body."
Wang Qi frowned.
"That's what the monarch told me." The weird man smiled: "He is a gentle and kind leader. He hopes you can find some secrets from my body, but he did not simply let me die, but Tell me the truth and allow me to resist—what a good fairy? How can such a fairy not be loyal? "
Seeing Wang Qi did n’t respond, the weird man continued, "Ah, but Maharajah also said, most of the time, I wo n’t be able to win you, and he also hopes you win. But I ca n’t die so simple-- —I also hope to be able to write the Heavenly Book for the Maharaja. Just write down everything here ... "
"Ah, I forgot to tell you, I used to be a monk in Tianshulou, and I specialize in books. Because I read a lot, I also recognize many rare and ancient texts, and I also understand a lot of foreign languages. Language ... "
Wang Qi interrupted him: "You seem to talk a lot."
"I want to live a few more breaths," the guy said. "I hope I can understand something here, so that I can listen to the Maharaja, and it's good to be able to talk to you for a while."
Wang Qi was silent for a moment: "Do you surrender?"
"Impossible." The weirdo shook his head firmly.
Wang Qi was silent for another moment. His muzzle skills are all about "angering enemies." For fear of confusing people and establishing cults, I am afraid that it is far inferior to Mei Gemu. Due to the different skill trees, he can't rewrite the personality of others like Mei Gemu. Although he still wanted to keep this guy's life, it still didn't seem to work.
Wang Qi sighed: "I finally asked you a few questions, as a reward for you."
Giving others' life rewards to others, or using "extending the time of life" as a reward, is a very popular line for monks. But Wang Qi still repeated this sentence quite seriously.
It also means fulfilling the last wish of this guy-can death row prisoners also eat a decapitated meal? Moreover, if he shot now, the Divine Plague spell would wash away all information indiscriminately. Valuable information can't be wasted.
"Speaking of it, what do you mean by the word" surviving family "?"
The weird man said, "Oh, the clan of the clan, the clan of the clan, the clan of the clan and the clan of the clan, the civilization promoted by the clan of the celebrity two hundred million years ago ...
This information was unexpected. Wang Qi again asked "The Great Man of Heaven", but unfortunately the other party didn't know the question. Mei Gemu seems to only tell the weirdo what he should know-to be precise, Mei Gemu thinks Wang Qi should know.
Regardless of whether the intelligence itself is true or false, the number of "200 million years" is enough to illustrate some problems.
Even if the concept of
Heavenly Dependent Clan
is fictional, it is also fictional in the context of
history
, not pure overhead.
Wang Qi asked many questions afterwards.
This guy, who was originally a disciple of Tianshulou, was sold here by Shengdizun. He does n’t know exactly what Hong Tian is doing, but he at least knows that Hong Tian has a grand plan. And here is just part of that grand plan.
And this place is where the Dragon tribe realized the Tao of Congenital Tai Chi many years ago. All the inscriptions here have the same meaning-they are the holy names of "Tai Chi Holy King". Compressing the vast amount of information contained in the names of Heaven and Man to the extent that ordinary words can barely express it is a complex and vast project in itself. The holy names of the holy kings of Tai Chi are different in different civilizations-they are just an understanding of the innate Tai Chi way by the strongest of that family.
But it is just understanding, there is also "power". In ancient times, by drawing these names, you can gain strength.
Mei Gemu seems to want this ancient power.
The conversation between the two continued for a while.
Then, Wang Qi asked the last question: "What are you now? What's your name?"
"The lord said I am like a bat." The weird man smiled: "But it's actually just like a vampire bat essence-the teeth in my mouth, but the dragon teeth."
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