Chapter 1918: Secrets of the past

"Your Majesty, I'm here to negotiate terms."
Su Ming used energy to vibrate the space and talk to the other party, because there is no air in this network, and the emperor's spirit can make people here think that they can breathe.
"Death knell."
The figure of the giant was thousands of miles away, and before even the cold voice could reach Su Ming's ears, two golden thighs appeared in front of him.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Titan, this body like a hill is not human at first glance.
When the emperor blinked, the stars were extinguished, and when he spoke, it was like a cold wind blowing on his face. An indescribable coercion fell on the shoulder of the death knell, strangling did not feel the weight, but Su Ming felt like carrying the entire universe, his heart beating wildly.
He has experienced this kind of feeling. When he destroyed the third dimension on the DC side, it was this kind of weight when he caught reality with his magic hand.
Many concepts, such as time, space, life and death, all fall on one person's shoulders.
The cloak shook after eating, and the pressure disappeared in the next instant, as if nothing had happened.
"Unexpectedly, this is the case within the Nets. How many of us are real and how many are illusory?"
As Su Ming spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch the emperor's leg armor, while the surrounding humans were still at war with the demons, as if they could not be seen at all, perhaps both sides had entered different sub-planes.
"Everything is true, but at the same time it is also false." The emperor replied.
The death knell's hand passed through the air, only to catch a ripple of light.
As the illusion fluctuated, that sacred body suddenly shrank, and he became a mortal, strong and young.
Instead, his hand was placed on Su Ming's shoulder, and the touch came, like a cold zombie claw.
"You are 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 chaotic gods."
"Maybe before, but I can't remember." The emperor was still expressionless, his angular face gleaming: "I already know your purpose. I only ordered tools to discuss with you, but I saw it with my own eyes. After arriving at you, I found that you are worth seeing."
"Tools? People?"
Su Ming smiled and let go of the emperor's hand. Today, the human supreme has gone through tens of thousands of years of battles. The cruel and endless battles have worn away his human outer shell, leaving him in a completely rational state of inhumanity Next, everything just looks at the simple pros and cons.
I am good at dealing with smart people, but is the emperor really a human being like this?
"Kiliman is my most satisfying tool so far, and you are a human that I can't see through."
The emperor re-said what he had said to the Primarch, and for him now, he was disdainful to cover up the past.
Primarchs and interstellar warriors are actually all tools, and only the imperial soldiers made by the emperor's own blood can be considered his children.
The genetic seeds of the interstellar warriors incorporate the code of absolute loyalty, but the emperor obtained this manufacturing technology from the Chaos Four Gods. When those guys collect debts, they naturally have a way to crack the defense.
Only the Forbidden Army is different.
"Although I sometimes use a tool man, but when you say that, Kiliman must be very embarrassed?" Su Ming smiled and looked at the battlefield. A blood demon rushed towards him with a burning long sword. He walked through his body: "People were injured for the empire and fell asleep for 10,000 years. When they woke up to visit you, you called them a tool, tusk."
"This is just a fact. His life form is destined to be just a tool." The emperor didn't even have curiosity. He didn't care about how the death knell knew that he had a psychic conversation with the regent, but went straight to the topic: " I know that you are here because you want a dust and a chess piece. I can reward you as long as you make a suitable contribution to humanity."
Su Ming smiled after hearing this. The emperor's current situation is almost the same as he expected, and it can even be said that he is less emotional than the supreme wisdom of Marvel.
So he chose to use words to top it back:
"Reward? No, I have always been a fair deal in business. People from other worlds like me don’t need your rewards. It’s better to go to my cousin’s crotch to be a flute boy. It’s not beautiful to eat and drink spicy food every day. ?"
The emperor obviously did not understand, and was not interested in the details:
"Trading, such a familiar and unfamiliar vocabulary, maybe no one has mentioned it to me for tens of thousands of years, so let's start."
"In general, both of us can be regarded as manipulators of different human civilizations. Although the methods of manipulation are different, I can probably understand someone like you." Su Ming looked around, and the two are now in the middle of the battlefield. , But not on the battlefield: "First of all, let's talk about the stuff like a rabbit?"
The emperor glowed with golden light, and his appearance became blurred in the light. Only the voice could be heard without hindrance: "My choice is not wrong, pure human beings are worthy of the future."
"Tsk, I know, because of the existence of the chaotic computer virus, that is, the existence of your so-called electronic demon, AI and UI are very easy to degenerate and corrupt. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the prohibition of electronic intelligent technology, but a precautionary trick." Su Ming I strengthened my energy output and prevented the Emperor’s Light from completely enveloping myself, and talked freely: "But if you put all the traitors together, you can see that you have carried forward a double standard and still allow other things to exist. ."
"tool."
The emperor didn't even breathe. He clearly possessed the entity. The light fluctuated with the heartbeat, but he didn't breathe. He just spoke a noun.
Yes, the reason why it was called the Great Rebellion was because all the emperor’s ‘tools’ rebelled.
For example, psionicists, whether they are navigators or star whispers, think tanks, or judges, the psionic energy they use is the power of the subspace, the driving force of the soul, drawn from under the eyelids of the evil gods.
As long as a person uses psychic energy, he will be peeped by the evil gods living in the subspace, and there is a great probability of being completely corrupted from the weakness of human nature. There were more psionicists who defected than loyal ones.
The genetic seeds of the interstellar warriors were created by the emperor, but this technology was also sold to him by the evil gods. The interstellar warriors of the rebellion accounted for half of all battle groups.
And what about the intangible? There are also fallen machine spirits among the many mechanical spirits~EbookFREE.me~ Otherwise, where do those Chaos Titans and warships come from?
There are also humans, mortals, and the rebellion is not limited to the participation of high-level tools. Among the ordinary tool people, including the mechanical gods, the astral army, the guards, officials, and nuns, there have been rebellions.
"Yes, tools, that's the problem."
Su Ming took out a cigarette and gave it to the emperor. After being ignored, he lit it and smoked it:
"Brother Astarte, nuns, machine spirits, psionics, AI, etc... They are all your tools, and traitors are born, but why did you kill only one of them afterwards? Absolutely?"
In fact, there is only one answer, that is, the emperor believes that artificial intelligence can be given up first.
Because if someone like him is called ‘omnipotent’, if he really wants to deal with electronic demons, will there be no way? It's just that I don't want to do it.
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