Vol 4 Chapter 1795: Gods and slaves

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"sit."
Ji Kesu gestured to Ye Zhongming, and gave this excellent performer very high treatment.
Those who can sit in front of the technical director, the mask warriors do not necessarily have this honor.
But Ye Zhongming didn't know this. Since it's called to sit, then sit down and sit directly on the chair. I saw a glass in front of the old man, and stood up to drink the liquid inside.
It's a bit bitter, and then it's full of sweetness.
Ji Kesu looked at this scene with a smile, and thought this little guy was very interesting.
"Are you afraid of venom?"
Ye Zhongming glanced at the old man's cup on the opposite side, and there was something eager to try.
"Drink a lot. This is a scented paddle. It has the effect of refreshing the brain and treating internal injuries. But if you drink too much, it will numb the nerves and cause a slow response." Ji Kesu drank himself from the glass and watched Ye Zhongming said stingy in his heart.
The King of Genting was injured before, drinking this and feeling a lot better.
"Expressing recklessness is not a good way to protect yourself."
Ji Kesu wouldn't believe that a guy who can invert his inherent skills and retain two-thirds would be a reckless generation.
Ye Zhongming was not embarrassed to be exposed, and he smiled: "There is a saying in my hometown that the children who can be called have milk."
Ji Kesu thought about the meaning and smiled happily.
"Say, what kind of milk do you want."
"you are?"
Ji Kesu introduced his identity to Ye Zhongming, and also briefly talked about the situation of the Xingyan tribe. Two patriarchs, three mask warrior units, and functional departments such as the training department, technical department, and logistics department.
Not complicated, but it should be very efficient.
Strictly speaking, this is not what a real race should look like. If you want to truly control a race, it involves all aspects. It is certainly not enough to watch these departments. Ye Zhongming is very strange in his mind.
This is actually more like a company.
Perhaps it is because of the doubts in Ye Zhongming's heart, Ji Kesu solemnly said a lot: "The place where you are now is outside your planet, in the universe, here is actually a semi-biological and semi-mechanical fortress."
Ji Kesu nodded on the table, and Ye Zhongming thought that the metal table suddenly lit up, and a soft light was projected upwards like flowing water. The brightness and color were different, and they became a holographic image.
That's a spherical...building? Ye Zhongming can only be described as such, because the artificial traces on it are very obvious. It's like a layer of skin wrapped with a metal ball, revealing a unique shine in some places.
Ye Zhongming looked at it and suddenly asked how big the sphere was.
After thinking about it for a while, Ji Kesu slid a few times on one of his roughly three-inch wristbands and said, "It should be 3.56 or 4 times that of your planet."
Ye Zhongming almost didn't fall off the chair.
Is it so big? Artificially made?
Ye Zhongming didn't think it was a fortress at all, and thought it was a brand-new planet.
Ji Kesu smiled bitterly, "This is also no way to do things."
After finishing, I sorted out the emotions and said: "You can call it Kibubu No.5, Kibubu is a native language of a certain race, which is translated into dark words, which means the survivor."
Survivor number five?
Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes. The name itself meant many things.
"There are seven artificial stars like this in the universe."
"All races in the universe are concentrated on it." The Ji Kesu words gave Ye Zhongming a great shock.
People in the universe do not live on their respective parent stars, but on such artificial stars?
What about their parent star?
"It has been destroyed."
Ye Zhongming opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
"Because of roulette and slaves."
Genting’s hand under the table shivered a little. He knew that the answer he had been seeking since his rebirth was about to be revealed. At this moment, he even had a timid nervousness near home.
"You know God, your motherhood should have such a legend."
Ji Kesu knocked on the table without knowing what was touched. The two cups slowly merged into the table. When they reappeared a few seconds later, they were filled with the same kind of incense.
It's just that Ye Zhongming at this moment has no intention to study this, just looking at the old man in front of him.
"God, in fact, has nothing to do with ability, it's just faith." After saying Ye Zhongming didn't understand, the old man continued: "It's just a mysterious, powerful race far beyond our cognition. In our eyes, they are omnipotent. They help life on a backward planet out of the parent star, into the universe, and truly understand the space of existence."
"The maker of the roulette?" Ye Zhongming tried to ask.
"Yes, the maker of the roulette." Ji Kesu's voice was low, as if it was not a happy thing.
"Unfortunately, God is also selfish."
"Their purpose is not only to help life on these planets to improve the level of technology, to the universe, to the interstellar age, but to... create warriors to fight against their enemies."
Ji Kesu drank the liquid in the cup, as if to drink some bad emotions.
"You can make warriors at a price."
The two were relatively silent, or Ye Zhongming said in a suppressed voice: "Virus? Corpse change?"
Ji Kesu thought for a while and nodded: "Although it is not the name, but I can understand, it should be what you think."
"The rules of the universe are survival of the fittest, but our gods have shortened this process to an instant, and then continue to use this rule to select people who can help them."
Ye Zhongming clenched his fists. In his mind, it was the day of the last days. Many faces that had been blurred in fact, and they collapsed when they saw their loved ones become monsters in front of them.
Before giving, God was so cruel and cold.
Ye Zhongming believes that with this so-called god's ability, they can be less cruel, and they can be completed through layers of selection, but why did they take such drastic measures?
Is life so cheap in their eyes?
It is not Ye Zhongming who mourns the heavens, but God’s choice, which is rude and outrageous.
"You, have never found God, do you want a statement?"
Ye Zhongming reddish his eyes and asked Ji Kesu in front of him.
Jack Su smiled bitterly, "We can't find God, we can only do things according to their instructions, according to their rules, and within the framework they set for us."
"Can't find it?" Ye Zhongming didn't quite understand, how could he not find it? How can I put the roulette on earth if I can't find God?
"Can't find God, what about their enemies? Can't they be found? Is that still an enemy?"
Ji Kesu shook his head, "The enemy is the enemy, not just the gods, but also all our lives."
A name crossed his mind instantly, and Ye Zhongming spoke out of his mouth.
"Slaves?"
"Yes, slaves." Ji Kesu clicked the table again, and a brand-new projection appeared in front of Ye Zhongming. It was a deep cosmic space, and the old man pointed to a place.
"That's the slave race."