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In all fairness, the claim of destroying the gods is not unreasonable.

A programmer who specializes in repairing the complex program of the multiverse, in turn, is threatened or even controlled by the things in the program?

This is such a nonsense fact that no programmer can tolerate it.

Generally speaking, what programmers hate most is loopholes. They need to spend energy to fix, and then carefully take one step and look three steps, and beware of more loopholes that may appear inexplicably because of patching one.

And now, Downey, the only native **** produced by the unprecedented multiverse, is a loophole in a sense, but fortunately, in this regard, the wall of speed power will be more active than the cosmic gods.

But the dead thing, the source of fire, is the most difficult "hole" that the Celestial Group needs to face directly.

A person who is in a program, but can control and modify the programmer's bug, is an individual cannot bear, it has nothing to do with the good or bad temperament.

The existence of the fire seed source is simply a great humiliation to the cosmic **** group.

Therefore, the destruction of the anger of the gods and the declaration of encouragement to go to war is really no problem in essence. He is not only for his own safety, but also for the maintenance of the largest programmer concentration camp of the universe gods group, and may also be mixed with all kinds of fire. The curiosity and greed of the source, but it is not important, the point is to start the war.

Whoever masters the source of fire is equivalent to mastering the Celestial Group in a certain sense. If Destroying the Celestial God can grab and use the source of fire, he is the uncrowned king of the Celestial Group, and even the judge will be jealous.

The other gods fell silent for a while.

The sleeping **** turned his head to look at the Calculator Nezar, this **** who exudes light blue crystal luster, what he is best at is collecting information, and after carrying out extremely complex calculations, he can count the thousands of people that are most likely to appear. This result is fed back to the justice.

The positioning of the Calculator Naizal is somewhat similar to that of an intelligence officer and a prophet mage.

"Calculate," said the sleeping god.

The calculator knocked his head and fiddled with it for a while before saying: "I can’t detect Downey’s back hand. He is very cautious and doesn’t want to find his back hand. Our chances of winning are very low because he can In a sense, we don’t die, but if we die, we will lose one. Our strength will only weaken, not become stronger."

The experimenter was a little annoyed and said coldly: "The only **** is not invincible. Once he is resurrected, we will kill him once. We can suppress him for billions of eras with absolute strength. The Universe Heavenly God Group has never lost, no matter it is. The first firmament back then, or today's five great creation gods, can't let us bow our heads."

"So Eternal's attitude towards us is very subtle. He hopes that the new **** will kill some of us." The manipulator Gamir, the brother of the experimenter De Fron, gave his little brother unceremoniously.

The experimenter was anxious, and immediately quarreled with the controller. The two brothers have always been like this. Quarrel is always the main theme.

The Destroyer God directly called the judge, but no one responded to him. The judge didn't know why, and he didn't participate in the decision between the nine gods.

Just as they were arguing over whether to fight or forbearance, the goddess gave them a disappointed look, and the golden body disappeared in place without a trace.

...

The main universe, the earth, China, Luoyang.

The goddess became the size of an ordinary person. Walking in this thousand-year-old city, the three electronic eyes on her face constantly scanned the whole picture of the city, but in the end she was disappointed.

"Here, it's not like this..."

The goddess whispered.

There are high-rise buildings everywhere, reinforced concrete buildings everywhere, and all kinds of outdated metal moving tools are running around awkwardly...

During the Eastern Han Dynasty nearly two thousand years ago, this city was not like this, everything changed.

Even if the goddess can easily see through the timeline and go across two thousand years of time to observe Luoyang in that era, but she did not do so, it is meaningless, what can be done, it will only increase her nostalgia and resentment.

Moreover, the timeline of the main universe is strongly suppressed by the new gods. She can only watch, but cannot change it. If it changes, everything will collapse.

The goddess stood quietly on the street, and the hurriedly walking crowd just ignored her, as if she didn't exist at all.

Among the three red eyes, a red light suddenly lit up, scanning the capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the whole Luoyang changed in the next second.

All the modern atmosphere was forcibly erased by unknown forces, and ancient wooden and stone buildings rose from the ground, and small buildings full of ancient atmosphere were neatly arranged on both sides of the road.

The sky was raining lightly, and the air was filled with the breath of young leaves of fragrant grass.

On the street, a famous citizen looked in a hurry, riding horses of different grades across the wide road, and the frequent sound of rattling, indicating the prosperity of the city.

Citizens are eager to go to work in their respective departments to clock in. The short, thin horses and tall and handsome sweaty BMWs, each galloping past their masters, set off a cloud of dust and attracted the attention of roadside citizens.

"Look, another thousand-mile horse!" Someone pointed, with a look of desire~www.ltnovel.com~ At this time, a team of horses pulled by a dozen horses, a cart full of goods, slowly walked on the street Passing by, leaving behind a lot of horse manure, causing extremely bad urban pollution and air pollution.

A man in a public uniform with a long knife in his hand stopped the cart in the street, licked his lips cruelly, and smiled evilly: "I, the city manager, make money!"

No one feels strange to the sudden changes in their surroundings. It seems that everything seems to be taken for granted. This is how they lived in the era.

"That's right..." The goddess wandered on the flat road, carefully looking at everything that was familiar but unfamiliar, and couldn't see the joy or anger.

That toy named Zhang Heng once told her that even if she was the creator, she couldn't kill anyone with independent thinking at will.

Although, as the goddess of the eighth-level gods, she sneered at this statement, she still complied with it. Anyway, it was just a matter of thought.

The more you make realistic creations to recall the past, the more complex and hatred in the goddess' heart will boil like a tsunami, and the hatred in her heart will intensify.

"Damn it all..."

The goddess murmured, on the golden body, faint fluctuations occurred.

"No matter who you are, give up resisting, you are already surrounded by the Spear Game!"

A ring-shaped sky-sky mothership descended over this quaint Luoyang, and the entire Divine Spear Bureau looked at everything below with horror.

"Mother, is there such a huge and luxurious palace in Luoyang? Why don't I know... Ah, my eyes! Let's grab this palace first, and there will be no shortage of funds for the next ten years... Do you think Yeah, Bumblebee."

Saber's eyes rounded, staring at the magnificent palaces below, his eyes were almost blinded.

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