The whole country develops a different world

The painter mercilessly said: "Twilight is not dark."

As soon as the words fell, the dark red color centered on the boy spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, devouring other colors in this world.

"The pupil of the end!"

The boy slowly tore off his black blindfold, which was a blood-red pupil.At the moment when the blindfold was pulled off, a five-meter-high blood-red pupil also opened behind the boy.A majestic aura erupted from the young man, and this aura was filled with extreme hatred and madness.

The pioneers accompanying the interview group raised their guns, and their inner vigilance was raised to the extreme.Although this boy's way of speaking is very secondary, it is undeniable that this is a sixth-order powerhouse and a true god.

At the same time, the pioneers are very familiar with the boy's aura, which is exactly the same as the aura emitted by those "ordinary" humans without any sense at night, full of extreme hatred and madness to destroy everything.

Facing the aura erupted by this sixth-order true god, even the visiting group composed of pioneers couldn't bear it.After all, most of their strength is only at the fourth level. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are fourth-level monsters who surpass human beings. They can go head-to-head with power armor or exoskeleton armor with physical strength alone.

But it is nothing in front of a sixth-order true god, at most it is just a slightly stronger ant.The sixth level is the transformation of a life, and the gap between the two sides is like an ant and a mountain.

The painter noticed the changes in the pioneers, and slowly released his own power to block the momentum of the fool Fantasia for the pioneers.

The painter's delicate face frowned slightly, and said, "What are you trying to do?"

The posture of fantasy is obviously to open the original, and the original is only used when they are ready to go all out.The imaginary action at this time made the artist suspect that this guy was crazy and wanted to attack her.

If there was a real fight, the painter was right about the illusion that she had a brain problem, but she was worried that she would not be able to protect the pioneers behind her when a battle broke out at such a close range.

A bitter smile appeared on the boy's face and he said, "Don't be afraid, I will save you from fate soon."

Looking at his appearance, that slightly helpless and miserable smile and gaze, coupled with the terrifying aura on his body and the special effects around him, people who don't know really believe his nonsense.

The painter didn't say anything more, and the aura of a king burst out, and the surrounding energy began to surge wildly. A paintbrush without any paint appeared in her hand, and an easel appeared in front of her.

She didn't know what was going on with the fantasy, and she didn't want to delve into this issue. All she wanted to do now was to beat this guy up and hand it over to the general.

The tension in the atmosphere suddenly climbed to the peak, and the battle was imminent.

The pioneers are always ready to use teleportation magic to escape from this place where the true god-level battle is about to break out.

At this time, a soft voice sounded.

"Brother, stop making trouble. If this continues, I will be angry."

Hearing this voice, Fantasia's aura and special effects instantly shrank, and the blood red covering the entire city quickly faded, and the city quickly returned to normal. The animals that were lying on the ground and trembling slowly stood up, puzzled. looking around.

Countless vines in the sky ahead stretched towards this side continuously, and a tall and beautiful woman stood on the vines.The woman has long light green hair and wears an elegant white long dress, exuding a natural and feminine temperament.

The woman came to the interview team, bowed slowly, and said, "I'm sorry, my brother has caused you trouble."

The artist put away his brush and easel, with a pure smile on his face, and said, "Forest, long time no see."

Lin Lin also said with a smile: "Long time no see, sister painter, why hasn't she come to play with me all these years?"

The fantasy boy next to him saw the pure smile on the painter's face, his eyes were straightened, and he was stunned.

The painter noticed the boy's eyes pointing at him, and replied, "He's so annoying."

These words pierced the young man's heart like a sharp sword.

"Hehehe, it seems that this is my fault, I didn't consider fantasy." Forest covered his mouth and let out a bell-like laugh, without any scruples about his younger brother.

"Then next time my sister will find you."

"Yes." The artist nodded and said, "I will draw some portraits of the forest then."

The fantasy boy next to him covered his chest and said in pain, "Although I know you have forgotten all the things we have experienced, but I don't know why, but my heart still hurts so much."

Lin Lin turned his head and glanced at his younger brother who was a bit out of his mind, and said: "I remember you said the same thing to Qing Wu last time, and you were severely taught a lesson by him."

Then Lin Lin covered his face and said helplessly: "You are already a hundred years old, can't you act a little more mature? Don't call a beautiful girl a person of destiny. Do you still want to step on your feet? A boat? But with your appearance, you can't even catch up with a girl, let alone step on two boats."

"No, they are indeed the people of my destiny, but because of that hateful fate, they have forgotten their memories with me." The fantasy boy's expression became extremely serious.

"And old lady, you are slandering me. I am a very dedicated person, and I will never be able to step on a few boats."

Lin Lin rolled his eyes at him and said, "Your passion is to confess to a beautiful girl every time you meet her?"

Fantasia opened her arms and said loudly: "In the old days, our destiny has been tightly bound together, my heart has been divided into many pieces by them, they are all my wings!"

As soon as the words fell, a fist as white as white jade hit the boy's face heavily.

Bang!

A huge sonic boom sounded, the wind howled, and the boy's figure disappeared directly on the spot.Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of loud crashing noises in the distance, and the boy's body crashed through buildings more than ten kilometers away, and flew to an unknown distance.

Seeing this scene, the pioneers standing behind the painter subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Only at this moment did they feel the power of king-level humans most intuitively.The most powerful power of human beings in this world is not all kinds of strange abilities, but the incomparable power of the flesh.

Although king-level human beings have abilities of various rules and levels, the most powerful force for them is their own flesh.Just like a painter, on the surface, he is a true god who writes and transforms into laws, a figure like the legendary painting fairy.

But in fact, when they really fight, their petite body can withstand orbital bombing, and their pure white hands can tear apart interstellar battleships.

False human beings: Manipulate the laws, move the stars, and walk in the void in the posture of immortals and gods.

Real human beings: tear apart the starships, face the high particle energy attacks of the battleships, chase the starfleet and beat them to the ground.

There is nothing that cannot be solved with fists, if there is, it means that your strength is not enough.

At this time, Lin Lin looked at the visiting group, took two steps forward and stretched out his right hand, saying, "Hello, welcome to my city."

The person in charge of the visiting group smiled, held Forest's right hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, your city is very beautiful."

After the two sides introduced themselves, they quickly got to the point, without the slightest mutual bragging in diplomatic occasions.According to the experience accumulated by the visiting group in the past few days, primitive humans don't like to beat around the bush, and instead speak bluntly to communicate better.

The person in charge took out a set of black tights, the shape of the clothes was somewhat similar to the neural connection battle suit of ordinary mechs.However, considering the fighting style of primitive humans, in order to prevent primitive humans from destroying the clothes due to excessive strength, this suit only covers the wrists and ankles.

At the same time, the clothes are made of a material similar to slime solids, even if they are tattered by various attacks, they can recover after a few days in the sun.

This suit will not provide any defensive ability, the only function is to heal even if it is broken.

Lin took the clothes and stroked the soft material, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The clothes could perfectly solve the problems that had troubled her for many years.

That is the clothes of the compatriots. Although these compatriots are not fully awake, they don't care whether they wear clothes or not, but she does.A group of naked compatriots are like savages, wandering in front of her every day. The forest can't bear this situation at all, or it is difficult for all kings to accept this situation.

For them, although their compatriots are not born with a clear mind, they are the few remaining compatriots in this universe, and they are human beings.

Lin Lin asked, "May I ask what I need to exchange for your batch of clothes."

Everything has a price and there is no such thing as a free lunch, according to what the heritage of humanity has taught them.If a stranger suddenly gives you a lot of things for free, it means he has other plans.

The person in charge of the visiting group was not polite, and replied directly: "This is the deposit paid in advance by Daxia for your future help. Of course, if possible, we hope to register the laws under your control. You can refuse, this is just us A incidental job is not very important."

Recording the ability of each king is the main goal of the visiting group this time, but the words cannot be said directly.