I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 796 This is a scam!
For players, adopting a gentle policy towards local aborigines is undoubtedly a novel experience. Even if 1/3 of the players entering the world are Paladin players, they still cannot adapt to the new order of the world immediately.

Pindaro is the pioneer responsible for communicating with the indigenous people in the Ganges region. He is a newbie in this industry. Before entering this world, he was always just an ordinary Paladin player who had just been channeled and pioneered.

When companies select pioneers, they often prefer players who have been Paladins, especially the pretenders. Almost all of the most successful pretenders have had the experience of being a Paladin.

This is because players who once followed the path of Paladins but then gave up on this path are more likely to deal with the indigenous people. They have mastered the key to empathy, but will not pay too much attention to the interests of the indigenous people.

But Pindaro is different. He has never given up on the path of the Paladin. Even after joining the Pioneers, he still has not given up on the path of the Paladin. So when he met these Ganghe people for the first time At that time, Pindaro came with the mentality of a helper.

"Mr. Sushma?" Pindaro shook hands with Sushma enthusiastically, with a look of enthusiasm as if a special commissioner had seen a meritorious guerrilla captain operating behind enemy lines for the first time.

This enthusiasm was so prominent that Sushma was even a little frightened. He didn't know why the player in front of him looked at him with such a smile. After all, before the Apocalypse, the players had left such a bad impression on these aborigines. , now this smiley face doesn’t match it at all.

Especially Sushma and the others have never received kindness from other people since they escaped from the shelter. These survivors have formed a psychological defense line mixed with inferiority and wariness in their bones.

Sushma didn't know how those naturalized people usually got along with players, but he was really walking on thin ice, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would be killed by the player in front of him.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Sushma, I'm here to help you. Whatever you need now, you can tell me." Pindaro saw the other party's nervousness and said gently: "Whether it's food, weapons, or even We can provide the blood potion of greed."

Sushma's eyes widened and she asked with a trembling tone: "Then what price do we have to pay?"

"How many people do you have now?" Pindaro didn't want to scare the other party because his offer was too high, so he planned to screen the bodies from these aborigines at a rate of [-]%.

Pindaro is very supportive of the latest terms on the use of the body introduced by Mrs. Generosity. He feels that those terms protect the interests of the indigenous people to a great extent.

"We have 500 people." Sushma cautiously said a number that was neither more nor less. Of course, the true population of the tribe was about 3000 or [-]. He just didn't want to put everything in the tribe on the players. On that table.

Nearly 3000 of the 800 or 11 people are children. Due to the special circumstances of Shelter No. [-], there are not many old, weak, sick and disabled people in their population structure. Apart from those children, the remaining people are basically men and women in their prime. .

"Very good, isn't it Mr. Ma? If you are willing to provide 150-person bodies, we are willing to assist you with enough food to feed 5000 people for a month, as well as weapons and ammunition that allow you to protect yourself." Pindaro He glanced at the list in his hand and continued: "In addition, we can also provide you with 25 trucks that have been modified to run in the wasteland, as well as enough fuel."

Sushma's breathing became rapid. He never dreamed that just 150 people could sell such a price.
You must know that just two months ago, they made a deal with the people in Shelter 6. In the end, the most beautiful women from 25 tribes only received one week's rations from the tribe.

That transaction was something Sushma would never forget. In the eyes of the survivors, they were worse than pigs and dogs.

He hoped to get some fresh water as a bonus in the transaction, but the other party cruelly rejected them.

Sushma, one of the builders of the shelters, naturally knows that the cost of fresh water in these shelters is approximately zero. The humiliation of surviving the apocalypse and the big storm, and then dying in the shelters with people infected with the Ganges virus Sushma, who had been fighting for more than ten years, couldn't accept it at all.

So when the player came to them, he accepted the olive branch sent by the other party without hesitation.

But at that time, Sushma really didn't expect that this olive branch was so strong. The conditions offered by the other party, let alone in the wasteland, were enough to buy 150 olive branches in a poor place like the Ganges even before the Apocalypse. A slave.

"Deal!" Sushma suppressed her excitement and said slowly, but when he shook hands with the other party, his whole body was trembling slightly.

"I hope our cooperation will be pleasant, Mr. Sushma." Pindaro smiled and then took out a standard contract.

"This is the specific treatment we have provided for the body. Every volunteer who voluntarily becomes a body can receive material subsidies from us during the period of using the body." Pingdaro opened the contract and began to give Su line by line. Shma explains.

But Sushma's attention is no longer here, and everyone else is numb. He thought the price just now was the buyout price for these people, but unexpectedly it turned out to be just the intention money!

How is this man the devil the coalition calls him?They are simply angels sent by Brahma, and they are the ones who are in trouble in the water and fire.

"Then can you provide more bodies?" Sushma swallowed her saliva and offered: "I am basically a qualified warrior. I am sure they are willing to fight for your interests."

"If you are willing to take on more responsibilities, that would be great. We will increase the aid supplies accordingly." A smile appeared on Pindaro's face. He felt that this was the beginning of friendship between the two parties: "Then how many people do you plan to add? Woolen cloth?"

"I want to add 350 people to make up 100 bodies." Sushma increased the number ordered by players by [-] in one go, and added [-] more people.

"Wouldn't this affect your normal life?" Pindaro was calmed down by Sushma's initiative. This was the first time in his previous visits that he had seen aborigines who were so enthusiastic about them. "No! You believe me, you are saving my people from fire and water!" Sushma excitedly held Pindaro's hand: "No matter what you want to do here, we are willing to provide as much help as we can. !”

The smile on Pindaro's face became more obvious. He believed that his work here would go very smoothly.

"Have you noticed? Those players who have been killed several times seem to be much slower." Wang Zhengdao was following a player who was slowly leaving, his tone full of surprise.

The player was not physically harmed, at least on the surface.

But in the past few hours, this unlucky guy was blocked in this alley by Tang Ji and was repeatedly killed more than 50 times. He now looked like a broken puppet, and it was difficult to even walk.

If you look carefully at his eyes, you will find that they are full of dullness, and the agility that once seemed like a real person has disappeared.

Whatever substance once supported its existence, after being repeatedly transformed into a mosaic and reassembled, that substance disappeared.

Not only that, as Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao repeatedly ran rampant in the dungeon, destroying the original plot line, and coupled with the extraordinary performance of the veteran general Zay Wangchuk, the entire dungeon became fragmented.

Wang Zhengdao noticed that spatial instability has even occurred in some edge areas, and the areas of these unstable areas are gradually expanding.

As the last player, under the strategizing of the old general, was surrounded by an assault team in the house, and then directly hit by a 150-caliber high-explosive bomb, the entire copy trembled and fell apart.

The next second, Wang Zhengdao, Tang Ji and Zai Wangchuck were all thrown out of the copy.

The reason why I use the word "throw" is because three people appeared out of thin air in mid-air more than 20 meters away from the sea, and the distance between them was more than 300 meters.

The wall that formed the boundary of the copy directly in front of Wang Zhengdao and the others sometimes became hazy and no longer transparent. The surface began to vibrate slightly, causing a large number of ripples to appear on the sea surface.

Wang Zhengdao didn't have time to say hello. In the next second, he jumped directly to an altitude of more than 5000 meters, overlooking the entire copy space from the highest possible position.

In his field of vision, this copy that occupies an almost infinite space is slowly shrinking. Of course, this shrinkage is almost imperceptible from a macro perspective.

The reason why Wang Zhengdao can feel it is because his sense of space is extremely sensitive.

When this 25×25×25 km cube slowly shrank, even if the shrinkage was small and negligible, it still caused a oscillation in space that he had never seen before!
Then Wang Zhengdao noticed that some kind of substance or energy was added to the copy, stabilizing the copy itself, and slowly replenishing what it had consumed before.
These things, whether they are matter or energy, appear out of thin air. Their spatial nature is so intense and aggressive, and they are so strange that they seem not to belong to this world at all!
"This is it! This is it!" Wang Zhengdao chased this abnormality in space with some fanaticism.
Only he is the only one in this world, and only he can do this!
He is the best space jumper in the world. He even built a three-dimensional topographic map of the earth in his mind, mastering nearly 80.00% of the surface environment and 11.00% of the ocean environment.
Wang Zhengdao also studied a large number of theoretical works on space by himself. Based on the work of his predecessors, he saw further and formed his own space theory in a more intuitive way!
Even Dr. Wu Qianying cannot 'see' the changes in space so intuitively like him!
At this moment, Wang Zhengdao seemed to be transformed into lightning, constantly jumping in space around the copy cube in the sky, going back and forth, just to capture the trace of space matter that did not belong to this world!
For Wang Zhengdao, it is like a taste and a mark. In chasing after it again and again, Wang Zhengdao has deepened his impression and understanding of it.

But its content in this world is too small, and the trembling of the copy only lasted less than 15 seconds. When the copy returned to normal, the substance that came from nowhere disappeared and could no longer be traced.

However, this is enough to make Wang Zhengdao excited, because it proves that Dr. Wu Qianying's theory is feasible and that the mother world does have spatial interference in this world.

The capture in Kakarf's mouth is not one-sided, it is more like a two-way binding.

It's just that the mother world currently has the technology to reach this world, but they haven't mastered the relevant technology yet!
"The reason why players arrive in our world by descending is because of the cost!" When Wang Zhengdao returned to Vault Zero with Tang Ji, Zay Wangchuk and the information he had collected, Dr. Wu Qianying immediately Entered into working state.

"As an information carrier, the soul can be compressed small enough. Sending the soul into our world is equivalent to sending a message via text message!" Dr. Wu Qianying casually pulled out a whiteboard prepared by Alia in advance and began to quickly write on it. The handwriting was filled with formulas and abbreviations that no one but her could understand.

As Dr. Wu Qianying spoke, she wrote most of the whiteboard in the blink of an eye, and the wig on her head gradually started to smoke, but she didn't care at all.

"The information carried by players all comes from the mother world. This information is poisonous to our world. It is an intruder and represents chaos." Wu Qianying said excitedly, and only Alia spoke quickly. Can barely keep up: "The activities of players in this world are a kind of information diffusion, expanding the pollution area! Increasing the degree of information pollution!"

"As the degree of pollution deepens, the mother world will be able to further release more information. This is what they call a node!" Wu Qianying took off her wig and threw it on the ground, and continued: "As for the copy .The copy is the channel, which is the solidified channel formed after the mother world analyzes the information of this world, from information to energy to matter."

"Our destruction does not come from a kind of entertainment on the high-dimensional level. Those liars." Wu Qianying suddenly raised his head and said to Tang Ji with a firm tone: "This is an invasion from parallel space!"

"There is no dimensional gap between them and us!" Wu Qianying said loudly with her face rosy because her brain was running at high speed: "These damn bastards, players, and supreme beings are all just disguises!"

　Yesterday’s typos were corrected. I tried to use phonetic coding to increase efficiency, but I didn’t notice the mistake in that person’s name. Sorry, sorry.

　　I've been having pain in my fingers for a while, and I thought I had tenosynovitis. But I went to a Chinese medicine doctor and they told me that the ligament of my right index finger was strained. I said it hurt when I moved, and I suspected it was because she was playing with the breeder. Damn it, she refused to admit it, 23333
　　
　
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