Fist of Imagination

The Master and Disciple of the Savior rolled their eyes, and were shocked by the new outside information again and again. They were twitching like two electrified Magikarps, jumping crazily on the ground.

"Be patient, I'll be fine soon."

Liang De controlled the clones in Haina's phantom to hold them down, and the soul's tentacles opened and closed, drawing back new salvation methods from them.

This method... from a normal person's point of view, is a little bit curious.

But at least it allows Blue Star to coexist with all the robbers without sacrificing so many innocent lives.

Barely acceptable.

As a human being, there is hope as long as you live, and it doesn't matter if you live in a weird way.

Liang De slid close to Mi Xiang and said:

"Mr. Mi, I have received new outside information. It looks okay, but the process of saving the world is a bit complicated and the cost is a bit high. How about I re-brainwash them and try again?"

Mi Xiang raised his eyebrows:

"Isn't it something you should think about whether the cost is high? It's not like you're spending your money to save the world. Who are you helping to save? Do you deserve it? I can't take my paid leave even if I'm dawdling like you!

"Besides, how high is the cost of saving a blue star on the other side? Are our compound eyes just three melons and two dates away?"

That is, your company has been doing business without capital since its establishment. It is impossible to be short of money for anything.

"Mr. Mi, you are right, I am worrying too much."

Liang De said and sent over the new salvation plan.

This piece of outbound information is extremely specific, with sounds, images, smells, touches, and even a very strong taste.

Wet, hot, bloody...the messy information was like a bowl of boiling red bean porridge, poured over the recipient Mi Xiang's heart.

"Lunchtime meat plan?"

After she finished tasting, she didn't say anything for a long time, and she only had one thought in her mind:

"This plan tastes so good..."

If the phenomenon of the earth's veins floating up and assimilating all things is regarded as a chemical reaction, then the robber is undoubtedly the positive catalyst of this reaction.

The rate of a chemical reaction is usually proportional to the effective surface area of ​​the positive catalyst. The greater the effective surface area, the higher the reaction rate.

Although the contact between the earth's miscellaneous energy and the catastrophe is inevitable, if the effective surface area of ​​the catastrophe can be reduced, this world-destroying catastrophe can be controlled within an acceptable range.

Excluding some super-giant fat guys who can sit on the palms of their hands and run horses on their arms, the average volume of Blue Star humans is about 0.06 cubic meters.

In other words, if squeezed a little, a cube with a side length of one kilometer can accommodate 15 billion people.

So, what if we squeeze again?

In the parallel world where the new plan was born, the saviors referred to the magic secrets and artificial hibernation technology to develop a non-killing and pollution-free living body compression salvation method.

After being teleported and concentrated, the bodies and souls of billions of robbers were compressed into a sphere that looked like luncheon meat and placed in a high-altitude uninhabited land covering an area of ​​nearly one million square kilometers - which later became a Huge basin.

In the second year after the leucorrhea phenomenon ended, the decompression technology was quickly developed under the leadership of the Post-Disaster Reconstruction Committee, and the robbers were able to unblock it.

In fact, the decompression technology they developed is immature and can even be said to be full of flaws. But how can a world that has survived a disaster support billions of people for a long time?

Therefore, those who were compressed once could not fully recover. In addition to becoming grotesque, many of the robbers also suffered from serious sequelae, so there were countless disabled people.

But no matter what, the disaster passed and people survived.

Compared with the Pure Fire, the living body compression method is much gentler, and there is still room for improvement.

"Mr. Mi, I have thought about it. The main flaw in their rescue plan is that they failed to do a good job in post-disaster recovery and resettlement of the robbers. But we will not make this mistake."

Liang De encouraged the mysterious energy of Huanhai to condense into a screen of light, and created a PPT with pictures and texts on the spot.

“You see, the underlying design of this technology is very rough, and there are countless areas for improvement.

“As a senior martial arts engineer, as long as I am given a little time and sufficient financial support, I can completely independently complete the upgrade of the compression and decompression technology of the body and soul.

"With Mr. Mi in charge of the early stage of centralized transmission work, the efficiency can be increased by more than a hundred times. Then we..."

"It's so troublesome."

Mi Xiang glanced at the PPT twice and started scratching his head with both hands.

"troublesome!"

"Mr. Mi, don't worry. There is still room for further optimization of this plan. And as I said, as long as you and I, the World Travelers, participate, its execution efficiency can at least be improved..."

"No matter how much you improve, it's still troublesome!

"The cost doesn't matter, but don't you find it troublesome?"

Mi Xiang clasped his fingers and said:

"First, we need to screen out the robbers, then we need to carry out fixed-point transmission on a global scale, and then we need to collectively compress... Let's not talk about other things, just these three steps are already very troublesome.

"And this plan is easily blocked. If the new Utopian Fist stumbles even slightly, we won't be able to continue.

"It's so annoying. Saving the world is not about saving people. Why should we save the robbers as the premise? Isn't there a good solution that can screen them out and deal with them on the spot, and make them harmless?"

You may have a lot in common with the people who are having a barbecue party in Tianshi Mansion in a parallel world...

Liang De removed the PPT light curtain and said helplessly:

"Boss Mi, I have read the extraterrestrial information several times. The salvation plans of these parallel worlds are similar. At most, the compression methods are different. Some are compressed into triangles, some into stars, and some into umbrellas... Their creativity is like this, and I can't do anything about it."

"Let's develop it ourselves!"

Mi Xiang clenched his fist and said:

"Let's take the path of independent research and development!

"Aren't you a senior martial arts engineer? Come up with some large-scale destructive martial arts, and the budget is enough!"

"This is Blue Star, Boss Mi, you know it."

Liang De's voice suddenly turned cold, "As long as we participate in or indirectly participate in the large-scale slaughter of the human species, it is possible to trigger the self-defense mechanism of Blue Star.

"I just want to make some money, I didn't think of dying here."

Mi Xiang pulled his hair and shook his head in pain, "Kill them all, the easiest way is to kill them all! Why can Blue Star and its people do it, but we can't? It's double standard!"

"Mr. Mi, calm down, Blue Star is famous for its double standards, it's not worth it for you to pull so much hair... It's better to have a stupid way than no way, let's push this compression plan as soon as possible."

Mi Xiang pulled his hair upwards tightly, his neck straight.

"No! I want to try again, we can't kill them all, we can just catch two people to transform and experiment!"

"Of course, Mr. Mi, I thought of your need a long time ago, and I have prepared the best test product."

Liang De said as he grabbed with his right hand and took out a dirty thing from the Haina Huanzang.

The rotten corpse Lao Wang who was caught was swinging his limbs like a turtle in anger, opening his mouth and staring:

"What are you doing!"

You know what I'm going to say ('')