Book of Gods and Demons

Fifteen days later.

Joe killed all the ancient existences that came to Hyderabad to besiege him.

Indoran, Hillman, and all of their subordinates, courtiers, relatives, etc., were found by Joe with the power of the Witch Master of Prophecy. After they were killed, they were completely annihilated by the law of devouring.

Following that, he left Hyderabad.

He maintained an extremely large Hydra posture and left Hydra.

Along the way, he swaggered across the city and flew over the cities, causing countless people on the ground to cry and cry.

Following the instructions in the dark, he found a few ancient existences that have deepened the way of "surviving" from the corners of the Medland world. After killing them one by one easily, they killed them. The source is completely swallowed.

In the law puzzle of the Medland world, except for the small pieces represented by Heilinger, the other law puzzles are almost all stained with Joe's breath and filled with his power. He has almost become the new world consciousness of the Medland world.

Joe, who was more than a thousand miles long, shook his behemoth body and returned to Hyderabad slowly.

He condescendingly overlooked Hyderabad, overlooked Janitor One, overlooked Margaret III, and overlooked everyone such as Ferdinand and Salian.

He stared intently at many people below.

Of course, he now has more than a thousand snake heads waving wildly over his huge body.

Therefore, he can stare at thousands of people intently at the same time.

He also stared at Hessian, at Leah, at Golkin, Tifa, and Weimar, as well as Sherlock and Velenya, who were pale in the crowd, and they didn’t even show up these days, Joe St. Attila, Florence and others who thought they had fallen a long time ago are still alive, and depending on their spirit, are still alive and well.

Joe laughed.

"Keeping you is also a factor of restlessness, isn't it?" Joe grinned, a few huge snake heads slightly spit out snake letters, and a few extremely thin electric lights spurted out, sending out St. Attila and Florence in the crowd. , And the third holy inquisitor Rafa, who was occupied by the Marquis of Siac, and others...

There are also those sacred sticks in the robes of senior clergymen.

Each of them was struck by a thin black lightning, which was split into wisps of flying ash and dissipated.

Countless people stood stiffly on the spot, with their faces twisted looking at Joe, who was thousands of miles long and exuding a terrifying breath.

Unstoppable.

Can't resist.

The entire Medland world almost breathes with Joe, and the breath of the two fits almost perfectly into one.

Joe's coercion seemed to be integrated into the weight of the entire world, even Heringle shivered in front of Joe, and didn't have the courage to say even a word.

It was all swallowed.

All disappeared completely.

Those familiar old friends...well, Heringle basically has no friends. Those ancient beings are all familiar enemies or enemies...

All of them were completely wiped out because of Joe.

Heilinger looked at Joe in despair.

There were ten million swear words in his heart that he wanted to pour out to Joe.

However, He didn't have the guts to say it.

Dozens of huge snake heads dropped from the sky, surrounding Margaret III from all directions, and at the same time Heringle, who was lying on Margaret III's shoulders.

Mata XIII was holding a spear shining with blood, and gently leaned against Margaret III. The two stood side by side and looked at the hanging, huge without fear. Snake head.

"Joe, what do you want to do next?" Margaret III put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, with a gentle smile, just like the trembling, skinny, toasted bread. The old grandmother, who was delicious and other dishes were more delicious, looked at Joe with a smile.

"Of course, according to my will, destroy everything you value most and make me the most uncomfortable!" Laplace's shrill voice came from the head of the snake in the middle of Joe that has remained rigid and has been motionless. Came.

"Humanity, and the civilization you derived from."

"Let my body be unpredictable, unpredictable, uncalculated human beings...your wisdom, the glimmer of light you have...the only variable in the stable, harmonious, unified, and measurable universe, you are the enchanted evildoer, you It's the demons...you, have escaped my countless pursuits, and you even have enough ability to open up a small independent world to avoid my will, my eyes, my power..."

"However, it took a long time and countless computing power...I am, after all, blocked you!"

"At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this scene... My heart is surging, and I don't even know what to say!"

"Of course, this shouldn't be."

"As the projection of the will of the ontological universe, Laplace, the All-Knowing, I should maintain absolute calmness, absolute precision, absoluteness...In short, everything should be absolute."

"It's like a huge, incomparably huge, precise, and incomparably precise, a harmonious and organic whole composed of trillions of gears, levers and other parts...all operations follow the rules...all actions are Traces can be followed... all activities are completely accurate."

"As long as it is running, following a perfect, harmonious, and established trajectory, everything is good."

"I shouldn't have so much emotion, so much exclamation, so much nonsense!"

"But since I'm just a ray of projection, and I have been born deep in the origin of the crimson soul in these years, absorbing the aura of so many creatures in the Medland world who died because of the war..."

"Since I have been born with my spiritual wisdom, and possess my own wisdom... Then, a little bit of verbosity, a little bit of noise, a little bit of complaints, you should be able to accept it?"

Laplace babbled, borrowed Joe's body organs and made his voice.

He sighed with satisfaction...

This is a difficult and long task.

As he himself said, how much time and energy it took, now he always sees the dawn of the perfect end of everything.

"I am not the ontology after all."

"Even if the body absorbs the harvested aura, with his huge size, he needs trillions of trillions of times of auras, and it takes trillions of times to have a little possibility, and it is possible to breed wisdom equivalent to the wisdom I have at the moment' Spirit and wisdom."

"Even, I feel that no matter how long he has and how much aura he has harvested, he will not be able to give birth to a level of wisdom comparable to my current level."

"He is too big."

Laplace sighed.

With emotion.

He continued to mumble utterly for a while, and then gave orders to Joe.

"Then, dear Joe...oh, no, dear Scarlet, start to end it all!"

"Break the world of Medland and reintegrate the space, time, earth, flowing water, light and heat, air and dust, and all natural energy and matter that these shameless thieves have stolen from the body of the body into the great body. ."

"Let Medland's law merge into the ontology's law system... There is no doubt that this will make the ontology a little bit stronger."

"Then, kill all the human races in the Medland world."

"Of course, those who are part of your will, they can survive without a doubt!"

"Our Queen, her royal husband, and your father, mother, elder brothers, sisters...these people you value...well, select some more people, the total number should not exceed 100 million, they can live. "

"Of course, they will be raised in captivity."

"After returning to the main universe, they will be raised in captivity, on a continent that is strictly guarded against death."

"Their knowledge will be destroyed."

"Their wisdom will be sealed."

"The civilization they once had will be completely crushed."

"Their wisdom will never be useful. They will become the family members they most despised, a group of instinctive creatures, living a ‘happy’, ‘free’, and instinctive life on the delineated continent.”

"Giving birth to children, spreading branches and leaves."

"Ontology will provide them with the most stable, comfortable, and lazy environment most suitable for raising pigs."

"They don't need to fight, they don't need to work hard, they have no war, no fear, no famine, no plague... They will have children and reproduce in the supreme, harmonious and perfect environment."

"When this group of people you choose naturally dies, their spirits will be harvested."

"Such natural death will continue for many years."

"When their total number reaches the planned number line of one trillion, the official harvest will officially begin."

"Of course, even if there is the most perfect environment defined by the ontology and the most suitable environment for human existence, it will take a long time for them to reach this number... But time, this has never been a problem."

"The eternal and immortal All-Knowing, the human race may have multiplied hundreds of generations at the time of the transmission of an idea...Time, this has never been a problem.

"At the age of fifty, I can perceive the life limit set by the body for them."

"Fifty years old, in your human terms, is the perfect time for fattened animals to leave the pen."

"They will die at the age of fifty, and the aura that they have nurtured in their lives will become the trophy of the body."

Laplace sighed: "The body has absorbed the aura that grows up in your body. At some point in the future... Maybe, he will really become... the same as the humans before, with mature and perfect wisdom. The perfect creature."

Laplacian sighed softly: "Have wisdom and the ability to know omniscience at the same time... You cannot break the rules, you cannot destroy the balance, stability, and all measurable precise laws of the universe, but the body can... He has transcendence. He has this ability for all the qualifications of the rules at the same time."

Joe's thousands of heads murmured at the same time, making Laplace's emotions.

Inside and outside of Hyderabad, everyone who could see Joe and hear Laplace's voice all cried helplessly and desperately.

Only one hundred million people remain.

Only 100 million people are kept in captivity as livestock.

The others, all will be destroyed along with Medland.

100 million people...

The Durham Empire once owned more than a hundred provinces, each of which was vast in area and had more than 100 million people.

Even in the event of natural disasters, the people in other provinces will not survive, but in the dozens of provinces centered on Hyderabad, the number of people who died is not large because of Heilinger's shelter.

The Deren Empire alone still has billions of people.

There are also the Ice Sea Kingdom, the Gaul Dynasty, the Kingdom of Saint Xia, the United Kingdom of Nice, and hundreds of large and small kingdoms, duchies, marquis dominions, etc. on the mainland of Medland...

Oh, there is also the Lucia Empire, which has a vast territory and countless people, and no one has ever seriously counted it.

Not to mention the vast black continent with countless indigenous tribes.

And the barbarians in the ice field to the north.

There are also the natives of the New World that have just been surveyed to the west.

By the way, by the way, and Donglu, which has always been controlled by the Al organization, is more developed and densely populated than the gods farm in Medland.

What is the total number of people from these continents?

Hundreds of billions?

Trillion?

But in the end, only 100 million lucky people can survive.

Are they lucky to survive?

Raised as a livestock?

It is conceivable that with a certain amount of ‘wisdom’, and with experience and lessons, Laplace’s ontology, he will never make the mistakes of the past.

Human beings want to re-develop from the continent delineated by him, regaining civilization, wisdom, and the ability to control their destiny... Basically it is impossible!

Then, the livestock in captivity will always be the livestock in captivity.

Eat, drink, sleep and sleep, carefree, no war, no famine, no disease, no fear and other external pressure... Everyone eats, drinks, plays, and gives birth to babies. This is everything humans can do in the future.

Is that good?

Perhaps, for many people, this little day is good!

But...for most people, they are raised like livestock, and then when they are fifty years old, their lives and souls are harvested by external forces. This kind of life...

not good!

Laplace smiled: "Okay, let's get started, Blush...Oh, no, Joe..."

"You did a good job."

"You have done something that the four of them failed to do in the extremely long years... Seeing, success is right in front of them, seeing, everything will settle down... Oh my mood!"

"Now, let us enjoy our...success and joy!"

Qiao's huge body shook slightly.

One of his head opened his mouth and gently caught Heringle.

Heringle didn't move, he didn't dare to make any changes...He was stiff, letting Joe hold him in his mouth.

A trace of crimson power and swallowing aura lingered on Heringle's body, gradually eroding his body, causing him to lose his sense of the Medland world law puzzle.

Qiao sighed deeply.

He looked at the janitor number one.

The gatekeeper number one smiled, and he nodded vigorously at Joe: "When I told you the story at the gate of the abyss... do you remember?"

Thousands of Joe's heads crooked at the same time.

At this moment, Joe's original soul and original self-consciousness have been divided into thousands of pieces.

His consciousness is weak and chaotic to the extreme.

The fragments of his consciousness that were cut apart cannot think effectively, and cannot clearly receive and recognize information from the outside world...

He just relied on instinct and gently nodded to the gatekeeper number one.

The janitor number one smiled, and he waved his hand gently.

Several gray-skinned men stood out from the crowd. From a crystal ball the size of a human head, they released the abyss where ancient existences had joined hands to seal them.

The abyss roared.

Several men joined hands and threw into the sky the abyss whose height was suppressed at a height of twenty feet.

Joe's heads slammed forward and swallowed the abyss.

The next moment, the world of Medland shook slightly, the abyss consciousness was completely annihilated, the huge abyss continent became lifeless, and even the gushing magma seemed to lose a bit of luster and heat.

Janitor One sighed: "Now, it's true, it's thoroughly cleaned... Then, Joe, do you remember your father?"

Salian coughed slightly and took two steps forward.

Then, an Al member grabbed his shoulder and unceremoniously pushed him back a few steps.

Hessen walked out with a complicated expression.

He was playing with a huge, brand-new gold coin in his left hand, with a cigar in his mouth, slowly puffing out smoke, and looking up at Joe: "Joe...can you remember me?"

Laplacei laughed ‘chuckled’: "Yes, that’s it... As a promise, I allow you to pick out the people you value and make them the seeds of the farm!"

Mr. Si Gengsi, Ya, and many old members of the Rittal family walked out of the crowd one after another.

They were standing behind Hessian in the same way, with sweaty hands, and looked up at Joe pretendingly.

Salian clasped his hands and stood in the crowd and whispered: "Damn, I am his father!"

The gatekeeper number one smiled: "Also, your mother!"

Liya strode out of the crowd. She didn't say a word, but with a gentle look, she quietly looked at Joe, who was huge, snake-headed, and terrifying.

"Your brother."

Golkin came out.

"Your sister."

Tifa walked out... She walked out from Margaret III's side.

A huge snake head was hanging beside Margaret III, blocking Tifa's path, and Tifa picked up the small magic mallet and smashed the snake's head with a very unceremonious hammer.

The huge snake head shrank back subconsciously, instinctively, and quite panicked.

Just like when he was a child, after Joe got into trouble, he was chased and beaten by Tifa...This snake head, and there are more than a thousand other snake heads, at the same time he twitched in fear, and took a big step back.

"Your sister."

Janitor One continued to scold.

Weima walked out of the crowd cautiously.

She looked at Joe without saying a word, her small, thin body like a bean sprout trembling slightly, and tears in her big eyes.

Just like when she was in Port Tulum, after being bullied, she secretly found Joe and asked Joe to take someone to find her back. She looked at Joe so pitifully.

Joe's thousands of snake heads leaned against Weimar at the same time.

Weima's tears were even more.

A faint light flashed in the ferocious, turbid eyes of these snakeheads.

At this moment, the fragments of consciousness separated by Qiao extracted a very small part, which originated from the essence of his huge body at this moment, and these fragments of consciousness recovered a little bit of strength.

The wisdom of these fragments of consciousness has changed from the level of a beast that follows instinct to the level of a three- to five-year-old child!

Every piece of consciousness has grown a little, and is a little more complete.

The turbid chaotic consciousness slightly dissipated from the thousands of heads...

Laplace, who was falling into a certain inexplicable emotion, did not feel this change.

As a projection of his ontology... Laplace and his ontology, the most uncontrollable are the human soul, human wisdom, human emotions, and the abundant, complex, and completely incomprehensible minds, Totally unpredictable emotions.

Unpredictable, therefore, cannot be sensed, cannot be estimated, and cannot be effectively monitored.

The fragments of Joe's consciousness grew slightly again.

In his huge body, there are endless power and life energy. He extracted a tiny bit to restore his more than a thousand pieces of consciousness to the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

The consciousness of a seven or eight-year-old child... is the age when he is fearless, unaware of the heights of the sky, and fearlessly not afraid of making mischief every day, causing trouble to his family or causing inexplicable harm to the innocent.

"Your great-grandmother in the true sense..."

Margaret III, carrying Heilinger’s slaughter made of Heringer’s big teeth, walked out of the crowd step by step, and looked at Joe with her head upright: "Joe, my child...I hope you I can remember the kindness and simplicity that you once possessed, and the things that I admired the most about you, the beautiful things that made us bond when we didn’t know our blood relationship."

"Joe, don't become the kind of...monster that hurts the most to me!"

"Yours, in the true sense... well, great-grandfather is not important, I know, you don't have much affection with him." The janitor No. 1 glanced at the stiff face of Mata XIII dryly.

"Then, your grandfather and father."

"I know, your grandfather used to teach you very seriously for a while...Although he is a complete bastard, he has a good relationship with you... As for your father, Salian, he follows the impulse of blood and takes care of you all the time. There is a plus, and I have been promoting you exceptionally..."

"If it wasn't for this disaster...Perhaps, because of his extraordinary promotion, you would control huge power and resources by his side, and stage a **** palace farce with your half-brothers? "

The voice of the gatekeeper number one contained an inexplicable ridicule.

The court coup or something, during his long life journey, within the human civilization system, among the countless nations, alliances, tribes, or similar groups that have been established by mankind, he has seen too many.

Salian walked out with his head held high, he walked to Hessian, hit Hessian with his shoulder, and motioned him to stand aside quickly and make room for his genuine father!

"Joe, my child..." Salian looked at Joe seriously: "You should remember me, don't you?"

Joe looked at Salian with complicated eyes.

This guy……

Countless broken images are revived in the fragments of consciousness, and through the mysterious induction between the fragments of consciousness, these images are slowly complementing.

Salian's care for Joe, and the extraordinary promotion that goes beyond the relationship between superiors and superiors, etc...

That's right, they also didn't know that their own blood was involved, and Salian followed a certain instinct to show exceptional favor and... closeness to Joe.

Okay, this is the father of a serious child!

"As for the others...I don't think it's important." Gatekeeper One looked at Joe and said slowly: "Your age is only eighteen years old. You can produce too much of these people who have not been together for long. Feeling? Oh, no, no!"

"But, I firmly believe that you are a kind child...Look at these people below!"

"They have been with you."

"A roommate from the University of Justice."

"Classmates from Military University."

"The girls in the old grandmother's tavern, the boys, and the chefs."

"Well, the professors of Hyderabad, the judges, the police... and the soldiers and officers who have fought side by side with you in the Northwest Corridor..."

"Look at these people, look at their faces, look at the light and emotions in their eyes."

"Within a thought, they will become animals..."

"They are raised in captivity, and their children and grandchildren will be raised in captivity... There is no emotion, no civilization, no beauty, only instinctive impulse... All dignity is gone!"

"Joe, do you think this is good?"

Laplace smiled extremely brightly: "Of course, very good!"

Joe’s more than a thousand heads suddenly spoke at the same time: "Laplace, since I knew that you are just a projection of your body, you used my incomprehensible secret technique, together with the origin of the crimson, and used my body as a channel to forcefully descend. Medland."

"I've been thinking about a question about you who already have feelings and wisdom. Are you willing to return to your body and be completely swallowed up by his incalculable consciousness?"

"A drop of water shining with the flames of wisdom melted into an endless black, turbid, and chaotic consciousness... It was completely swallowed, completely annihilated, and from then on... There is no more you in the world... There is no one I am familiar with, and it is often convulsed. Laplace with the same sharp smile!"

"Think about it!"

"Are you satisfied with your current state?"

"Or, you are willing to...annihilate!"

Laplace's laughter stopped abruptly.

He let out an angry roar, and he mumbled wildly at a loss.

Where the crimson crystal was, the head in the center of Joe was motionless.

Laplace gave no orders.

Crimson follows instinct and acts on his instinct. The core and highest rule is to unconditionally follow any command of his creator and follow any will of his.

Laplace's body is not in Medland.

His huge ontological consciousness cannot enter Medland.

And this projection of Laplace... He did absorb enough the aura of the human souls who died because of the war, and he gave birth to his own wisdom that has nothing to do with his own body!

And the most basic law of intelligent creatures is the yearning for survival and freedom!

And the fear of death!

Returning to the ontology, being assimilated and swallowed by the ontology's huge unpredictable consciousness, what is the difference between this and death?

Laplace was caught in a long thought.

The crimson will is hidden deep in the crimson crystal, without Laplahi's call, he has no response.

Thousands of heads of Joe burst out at the same time...

He, or they, rushed towards the head in the middle frantically.

The crimson self consciousness was awakened.

He perceives the approach of danger, He perceives the coming of maliciousness!

In the crimson crystals, huge spirit fluctuations gush out like tides.

One after another, the snake heads quickly stiffened, and their eyes quickly turned crimson.

Compared with the huge crimson spirit power, Joe's already shattered thousands of consciousnesses were extremely weak.

Laplace suddenly let out a hysterical scream: "Crimson, broken!"

The crimson crystal was exploded into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant, and the terrifying soul tide disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Qiao's shattered soul shards rushed up, and every piece of soul shards began to frantically compete for the crimson and shattered crystal fragments.

Except for a snake head.

The snake's head suddenly dropped from high above the sky and came straight to Margaret III's body.

Margaret III's head and long hair suddenly stood up, and she let out a huge roar, and the killing of Heilinger in her hand brought a black cold light and slashed it out fiercely.

This snake head fell off the huge snake body.

The snake head and the snake body are transformed into two separate individuals.

The huge snake head, together with the long neck behind the snake head, squirmed violently, instantly turning into Joe's tall, burly body shape.

He clasped Medland's shaft with both hands, and after a staggering in the air, he was suspended in the air.

There was an ignorant light in his eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at the familiar, unfamiliar, close, and unfamiliar people on the ground, and roared hoarsely: "Let me help!"

Janitor One roared.

In all directions of Hyderabad, round three-dimensional arrays flashed out of thin air, bursting out with dazzling light.

In each magic circle, there are a varying number of god-level existences with gray and wet skin, ancient and vicissitudes of breath, and a faint faint of decay and decay...they number more than 300,000 , They poured their power into the three-dimensional magic circle lingering around them without any reservation.

Light, bright.

The huge divine power turned into a torrent visible to the naked eye, and it was injected into Joe's body.

The Axis of Medland in Joe's hand turned into a beam of light that pierced through the world of Medland.

Thousands of snake heads swallowed the crimson crystal fragments, and their eyes turned crimson at the same time. They began to swallow the crimson soul and assimilate his authority...At the same time, the extremely powerful crimson soul source began to swallow. Their will assimilates everything about them.

"Crimson is indestructible! Before the main universe is destroyed, he is absolutely impossible to destroy!"

A small, palm-sized phantom, shaped like a seahorse, carrying a small pipe in his hand, rushed out of Joe's huge snake-shaped body.

Laplace screamed while rushing into Joe's human body.

"I can only do so much... I can only order him to break his soul... There is only so much I can do."

"However, He is absolutely impossible to be destroyed...I can only help you buy so much time!"

The axis of Medland began to rotate.

The Medland world began to spin.

The rays of sun, moon and stars in the entire world began to rotate at the same time.

Everyone was dizzy and fell to the ground suddenly.

An unstoppable force... at least within the Medland world, a force that could not be resisted by any creature in it burst out.

Under the joint urging of more than 300,000 god-level El members, under the joint urging of these ancient human ancestors, I don’t know if it is the second, third or many generations of human ancestors...

Joe's power has reached the limit that the world of Medland can accommodate.

The Axis of Medland was trembling violently, and the huge power that had been hoarded inside the Axis of Medland for countless years burned out in an instant.

A strong light burst out.

Most of the scales on his body have turned into a crimson snake-shaped body of Joe, and Helingel, who was held in his mouth by him, disappeared together...

They completely disappeared from the world of Medland.

They were exiled.

After they were thrown into the boundless, unfathomable and chaotic void by the rapidly spinning Medland world...No one can find them, no one can feel them...

The law puzzle of the entire Medland world has been completely and completely controlled by Joe.

There are no blemishes, gaps, or omissions anymore, allowing people to perform certain summoning tricks, summoning them from behind the boundless void.

The void was filled with Heilingel's hysterical roar.

"Assholes who crossed the river and demolished the bridge...I am the ancestor of your blood..."

"I am harmless to Medland..."

Margaret III returned the sword and shrugged, and shrugged: "But, it's better than you...Derren Empire, generation after generation of court bleeding, generation after generation of new emperor drove the old emperor from the throne. ...This drama is too tired...should, it's time to change the script."

Margaret III looked at Qiao Xuan.

Qiao Xuan also looked at Margaret III: "About Liangxu and the next emperor of the Durham Empire...I think, I don't have any problems."

Qiao Xuan looked helplessly at the El members who were suspended in the three-dimensional array, even he didn't know when he was transferred from which ghost place by Janitor One, and sighed softly.

The heritage of the human race...

Gee.

Where do his princes, princesses, grandchildren, and granddaughters have the opportunity to compete?

Medland World, March of the fifth year of the new calendar.

Rebuild a new port of Tulum, off the sea, the bow of a small fishing boat.

Laplace lay on Joe's shoulder and waved his small pipe excitedly: "There are three thousand nine hundred and twelve..."

Shirtless, wearing pants, and tanned, Joe flicked Laplace's head: "The essence of fishing is that you don't know when a fish will be hooked and what the fish is... Don't calculate it. So shrewd, **** Laplace..."

Joe knocked his head lightly and sighed heavily.

"Well, my brain still feels a bit awkward... I really almost became an idiot when I split such a big piece... This, I have to raise it for some years before I can return to my normal IQ!"

A shrewd light flashed in his eyes, and Joe lowered his voice: "Anyway, I'm still young. Don't think I sit on the throne and worry about all the messy things... Don't think I'm so young, just bred with a horse. It’s the same, giving birth to children, reproducing offspring..."

"Ha, I have more important things to do."

"Laplace, you told me a few days ago, we are either strengthening the world wall of Medland, or keeping the world of Medland completely away from your main universe!"

"But, I have a better idea..."

"Do you have the courage to challenge your ruthlessness~www.readwn.com~to rely solely on instinctive action?"

"We add a little chaos to him... We select people from Medland who are willing and daring to sacrifice, and go to your main universe to spread human civilization!"

"He likes lifeless and controllable, so we will make his world completely chaotic... even, we can... once and for all, completely, eliminate his threat to us!"

Laplace looked at Joe dumbfounded...His body was trembling subconsciously.

"Are you kidding? How could we do such a thing? Joe, have you reduced your IQ to the level of madness? We can't succeed!"

As soon as Joe lifted the fishing rod, he took back the hook that had been slender and didn't know when the bait had been eaten. He hung a new bait on the hook and then threw it out forcefully.

He chuckled softly: "But, we are originally a group of people who are good at creating miracles..."

"Try it...Anyway, we will play with him from generation to generation!"