Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 109

"So, getting a copy of yourself and letting her respond to the government is a good way you came up with?"

After all, Ji Ya is a Liaoyuan spy, and it is difficult for Ai Shanshan to place all his trust in him.

In the battle with Duanmu stratosphere a few days ago, sitting on the clear sky of the ancient painting, when the winning ticket was in hand, he had already begun to think about the way forward.

The first person I thought of asking for help was Dunzi, but unfortunately at that time Dunzi was completely powerless, it just made her blood surge, affected the logic of being an AI, and even almost let the sensitive review go to waste.

Ai Shanshan could only end the communication to calm down Duzi, but at least he left his contact information in case of emergency.

Haven't seen you for a few days.

As if making amends is something to be proud of, the blunt man put his hands on his hips and nodded earnestly: "That's right, I've already completed the hardest part of 'stealing the sun'. It seems that neither the legion nor the government are that smart, ha."

"The government will be managed by my clone, and I will be busy with starships and those giant companies," Blunt pointed to his nose:
"At that time, I can at least guarantee that the Fugitive can fly anytime and anywhere; and there will be no risk of being shot down until it escapes the influence of the planet's gravity."

"Don't think it's too small. After leaving the atmosphere and the influence of gravity, the work is half done...a little half; just think about how to get past the encirclement of the battleship and enter the channel next to the noisy star. It's not a big problem...not a big one. "

The AI's complexion began to turn gray, and he continued mechanically:

"Also, if you want to add anything to the starship, tell me as soon as possible. The warehouse on the Fugitive is very messy, and it will take some time to sort it out. It just happened to smuggle some more things without anyone noticing. .”

Ai Shanshan nodded, they really need to transport things to the starship.

The break with the Duanmu stratosphere and even the Legion did not affect Lun's desire for the army of the dead, and his deal with Dr. Marika did not end.

Moreover, after Zuo Wu confirmed that he would be the supreme commander of the matter of contacting the members of the legion and stealing the technology of cutting off the channel, the progress accelerated a lot.

Members of the corps who had been secretive before began to actively contact Merryweather, and even more than one group was interested in cooperating, and internal competition began.

It seems that the return of pure-blooded human beings means that the dawn is approaching; all the scumbags need to complete the last carnival in this final darkness, and then disappear when the light comes, and lie dormant, waiting for the next sunset.

In short, the banquet that has become Zuo Wu's inauguration ceremony is the dividing line.

Before the banquet, they can be corrupt officials of the old age; after that, they will become holy warriors following in the footsteps of pure-blooded humans, without any flaws.

At least until the return of the emperor, it will continue to be like this until a stable order that will not collapse even if it is speculative.

The banquet is about to begin.

……

The general couldn't tell what kind of emperor he wanted, let alone what kind of mentality he had towards Zuo Wu himself.

Anyway, Zuo Wu is still in that piece of space debris.

Only fragments have been dispatched, and their interiors have been richly adorned; palaces have sprung up, amalgamating the architectural styles of all the great emperors of antiquity in their heyday.

Putting the carved beams and painted buildings and the giant white stone pillars together, no matter whether it is harmonious or not, it is useful or not, it is to fullen the momentum.

In the age of Xinghai, of course, there is no risk of violating the regulations when building a residence. It doesn't matter what you want to build, but it is of great significance to the general who respects the ancient times.

The general still has a faint fear of Zuo Wu.

After all, he is a person who can hit Duanmu's stratosphere so hard with just a little tiptoe. Even if the judgment of the gods has come into effect, the general still keeps a "respectful distance" from Zuo Wu.

Among the space debris, there is no one except Zuo Wu.

He sat alone and recklessly on the lonely throne in the middle of the palace.

With a light flick of the fingertips, the fluctuations of the Chuangshen Calligraphy appeared for a moment, and were absorbed and neutralized by the space.Like a thin layer of window paper, Zuo Wu is confident that with a little more effort, he can pierce the small space that "imprisons" him.

But he just didn't want to.

The fluctuations are still spreading, and Zuo Wu can even clearly recall the moment when his thoughts changed.

At that time, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into a strange cave, and countless little people danced a dance of light and shadow in front of him.

The dance seems to come from the wild sacrifices before ancient times; it also seems to be a performance art that came too early and no one can understand.

The Judgment of the Gods is a technology developed by the virtual civilization to capture the gods from the outside world. Human dance is also an art that originated from sacrificial ceremonies like nature and the environment in ancient times.

The self who was "captured" at the time of the question had no way of disobeying, and even didn't want to disobey from that moment on.

It seems that both physically and psychologically agree that becoming the emperor is his mission.

Zuo Wu sighed, and if he sees Jin Mian later, he must have a good chat with her.Everyone feels sorry for each other because of being brainwashed, and maybe they can share their experiences.

suddenly.

Zuo Wu suppressed the fluctuation of the Inscription on Creation of Gods at his fingertips, he tilted his head and looked sideways, feeling as if there was something more around him.

Among the space fragments, there are a few faint threads entangled with him, leading to the void, and connecting with a vague figure.

Zuo Wu compared the figures in his mind, and asked tentatively, "Old Bai, is that you?"

The figure was silent, as if the delay was quite high, and after a long time, he nodded silently.

It was indeed Bai Aisi, or at least his figure contained Bai Aisi's consciousness.

The skinny man from the previous smuggling group also began to gain Bai Aisi's belief after he got involved in the creation of the gods.

Zuo Wu is in the space fragments, and he is constantly releasing the fluctuations of the God Creation Mantra, and he is also connected with Bai Aisi by a line of fate. It is not too unexpected to see the figure of this seeker.

It's just that Zuo Wu didn't know what to say to Bai Aisi, scratching his hair: "Old Bai, how have you been recently?"

"Being with an angel is... bliss; it's just that I... am not sure if this is the real ascension," the figure replied, looking Zuo Wu up and down:
"Your condition doesn't seem right."

Zuo Wu roughly talked about the judgment of the gods, lazily, as if telling someone else's story.

Bai Aisi's phantom shook: "You should have someone behind you, are you willing to... talk to me? With me around, people outside can't hear it."

"Well, the moment I realized that I might suffer, I absorbed most of the previous 'memories' and 'emotions', and only remembered a few important people and a few things related to them," Zuo Wu answer:
"I thought that even if I was brainwashed like this, what was washed was just an empty shell. After seeing Ai Shanshan and the others, I would release the memory and emotions, and maybe I could resist the brainwashing. This is my backhand;"

"However, I probably don't want to use this backhand now. I asked myself many times, but I really don't have the slightest interest in it."

After Zuo Wu finished speaking, his body paralyzed on the throne became even more sluggish.

However, Bai Aisi looked at Zuo Wu carefully, and slowly shook his head: "...No, when you see Ai Shanshan, or any of your strange female companions, you will think of using this backhand. "

Zuo Wu clasped his hands, a little annoyed: "Are you so confident in me? Hey, maybe you've been with Angel for a long time, and you've started to believe in the 'power of love'?"

Who knows.

The figure suddenly grinned, the smile like a scarlet crescent cut by a knife: "No, how could it be such a boring thing? The reason inside is very interesting, really interesting;"

"The early alchemy elves are sheltered by the instrument of longing, and the angel told me that the pure-blooded humans also made a deal with... and a certain lord. You are the descendant of pure blood, so naturally..."

Zuo Wu shook his head: "Which one of us is with whom? Don't play charades, who is it?"

Bai Aisi's poor signal suddenly intensified.The seeker was talking, and seemed to be laughing, his figure was distorted, with angelic eyebrows and eyes:
"The thread, the thread of life..."

The disturbance suddenly intensified.

After a while.

Bai Aisi finally calmed down, the projected signal was still disturbed:
"I just...learned about the plan of one of your female companions, and your friend's plan to get the technology to cut off the channel. It's very...reckless, too easy...to fail;"

"So, I will help you and help them; in contrast, you will also do me a favor in the future."

Zuo Wu grinned: "Okay, if it's true what you said."

The figure nodded and gradually faded away.

Zuo Wu was still paralyzed on the throne, opened his mouth and closed it again.Bai Aisi didn't even say that he wanted to help him. Is it a signal problem, or is he too anxious to go back to enjoy the tenderness of the angel?
Really enviable.

(End of this chapter)