The mad woman widened her silly eyes, as if her brain could not understand what the person in front of her was doing, and did not understand why her good friend Salomon put down everything in her hand and used his soul-seeming gaze to penetrate the fog that penetrated her soul.

All he got was straightforward, as cold and straightforward as a piece of pure marble.

There is no damp and filth hidden in the folds, there is only simple and direct thinking. This poor woman, her brain was burned, her soul was completely baptized by huge power, and her personality was crushed into tiny dust by the vast truth. Salomon didn't know what she was originally like and what kind of personality he had. All he saw was dust covered in marble, as if he only needed a little heavier breath to erase it.

It was because of him that she became like this. This idea suffocated Salomon.

The reason why this woman became like this was to convey certain messages to him. If he gained the support of this universe, the mad woman would become his helper and interpret previews and illusions for him. He was angry, and even if he could not completely save everyone during his mission, he could not have such anger. Everyone he killed had a way to die, every sacrifice he made had reason, and every punishment he gave was deserved by sin.

Only in this matter, the existence of this woman constantly reminded him that if he could not complete that great plan, then everyone could become a doll and tool of some gods like this woman. He knew very well that the debt was counted on his head and he would take good care of her because it was the debt he owed. He wanted to stay away from this woman not out of some disgust, but despair, just like the despair of a fatalist when facing fate. It was like a boiling poison flowing in his body, burning his blood vessels, making him almost sick, and his nose was filled with the smell of ashes.

When every advanced civilization develops to a certain stage, it will inevitably come into contact with the existence of the spiritual world. The Sia Empire, which is close to the [Dream Curtain], advocates two primitive gods through strict rule, and prohibits artistic creation to keep its people away from the endless malice lurking under the cloak of reality. The Skuru people worship their own gods before they have lost their homes, and embraces corruption without looking back, until the so-called gods of the Skuru people are killed. But even when they wander around, they still do not forget the so-called "oracles" and want to revive the Skuru race on earth. The Krei intends to solve the problem through scientific means, trace the genetic engineering of the Krei ancestors, create the super artificial intelligence that takes charge of the Krei Empire, and plan to solve the problem of the spiritual world by dominating the real universe.

In addition, there are many unknown small races, who embrace the spiritual world and are complacent about the gifts given by another world; or try their best to resist and finally completely destroy them, and only the orphans survive in the world; or pretend to turn a blind eye to the facts and wait for the destruction to come with peace of mind.

Salomon learned lessons from those alien races and summarized his own path.

"Didn't we agree to watch TV series together, Salomon?" The mad woman twisted her body uneasy on the sofa. Her dusty personality made a dull reaction, "Are we playing a match without blinking?"

"Yes." The secret mage smiled reluctantly. He blinked, regained his calm, dug out his brain with despair and emotions, crushed it on his fingers like crushing a biscuit, throwing it aside like throwing garbage. He straightened his spine again - he would never admit defeat, even if his opponent was the so-called god. This was the purpose of his creation and his eternal duty. He waved his long sword like a wealthy slave, trying to drive away any touch

When he touches the human race, the creatures that pollute the purity of the human race. He looks down on the alien race because it is just a bunch of mixed slaves; he looks down on the Asgardians who call themselves gods, and thinks that they are just a bunch of real plane creatures with crazy blood of gods; he looks down on the Eternal race created by the Gods Group, and thinks that they are just tools used by the Gods Group to maintain rule, a group of talk and walk wrenches, and nowhere in his thoughts can be called noble.

His watch will be longer than the Supreme Master, and the responsibilities he undertakes far exceed all the heavy responsibilities that Kama Taj has undertaken to this day. The Venerable has revealed to him that the plan will not be completed so simply - more than 1,500 years, he will endure the pain of eternal life in the world and dedicate everything he has to this race. It is because of this that he is so greedy to desire everything he loves in his life today. He has repeatedly thought about whether what he did is worth it, but countless prophecies and illusions remind him that he has only one choice. A wizard who does not believe in fate will eventually embark on the path of fate, which is simply the worst black humorous joke he has ever seen.

"You lost!" the crazy woman shouted happily like a child.

Salomon still kept a smile, but the meaning was completely different from before. His plan might need to be modified, and he firmly believed that he would find a way. As he said to the Venerable, if only a few gods who can control the fate of mankind were reduced to one, then his plan would be meaningless.

"Yes, I lost," he whispered, "so what do the winners want?"

The Imperial Guard Zero frowned.

His long sword was placed on the weapon stand beside him, and his light armor was covered with traces left by him when he broke out of the Noble Library of the Hea Empire. His explosive gun was dismantled into hundreds of parts and was wiped and maintained by him with soft cloth stained with grease. On the cabinet next to the weapon stand was the spoils of his last trial. The cabinet treated with secret techniques could preserve this spoils for a long time. The skull of the Sia was similar to humans, with bird-like hollow bones. After pickling, it was pure and flawless. The pointed crown that was stripped off in advance was glued to the top of the skull, indicating the former status of the owner of the skull. His loyal servant "Lao Da" unfortunately died at the moment he completed his mission and died in the hands of the Sia nobleman who wanted to revenge. No. 0 regretted that he could not retrieve the servant's body.

Now he believed the words "Old".

"Old Haha" did serve as an elite soldier of the Sia Empire. Even though he had been malnutrition and plagued with illness, he still killed the noble bodyguard with the knife given by the No. 0 before he died, and bought time for the Imperial Guard Zero to retreat to the spaceport. The Imperial Guard Zero lowered his head and continued to wipe his guns. The terrifying methods his master taught him were simply the most common language in the universe. With the super power brought by genes, he used this explosive gun that ordinary people could not lift to play a huge role in his snatching the merchant ship, allowing him to hijack the small cargo ship as fast as possible and arrive at the scheduled evacuation site.
Chapter completed!