Lord of All People: My talent is chess

As we all know, you have to make a nest before fishing.

How can you catch big fish without spreading bait?

In order to transform this world into a recruitment point, the players of Gutuoshe Kingdom sprinkled a lot of love light with bait before evacuating.

It is impossible for serious players to send out idealistic light without leaving a backdoor before conquering the intelligent civilization.

Standing on the platform of the human lord world, even the players of Gutuoshe Kingdom, which is far behind the ancient Donghuang Kingdom, the means they casually arrange are the crystallization of the wisdom of countless predecessors.

Just like the famous poems and quotations in the ancient times, each one has survived the test of thousands of years.

Therefore, many intelligent machines were fooled without any defense.

They only thought that they had analyzed, understood, and mastered the power left by Gutuoshe Kingdom, but they still could not change the essence of love light.

For example, Gutuoshe Kingdom left behind a virtual game, and the behavior of the intelligent machines was to pick up the personal terminal of the game and try to crack the account password to start the terminal.

Once the players of Gutuoshe return, they can directly modify the underlying code of the game, turning the equipment (Glory of Love) added to the intelligent machine into poison.

Again, in the immortal realm full of dangers, 99.9% of the power systems "picked up" are problematic.

The flame platelets have not studied related subjects, and theoretically they cannot crack the program encryption of Glory of Love.

But they were born in the [Star of the Gala], and the origin of their lives is mixed with a weak power of wonders. The flames ignited by this have their own unique features.

Although they are far from realizing the existence of this power, and even cannot mobilize it accurately, after the mechanical chariot breaks through the defense, the elemental flames still easily forge the Glory of Love into its original form.

Admittedly, the platelets do not have the ability to crack the program code.

But they have one billionth of the computing power of the super intelligent brain (power of wonders), and even with data torrents and exhaustive methods, they can break the program encryption of Glory of Love.

Of course, this is partly because the Red Silk Omnics cut off the connection with the mechanical chariots that were left behind. Otherwise, even if these mechanical chariots died, the Omnics could still take back the radiance of love.

Facing a desperate situation, the flame platelets decisively transformed the power they had just obtained into a grenade, aimed it at a certain part of the mountain wall, and threw it out.

Idealistic systems, or all cultivation systems that seek power from within, have a similar characteristic.

That is, their power was first born in the body of intelligent life, rooted in one or two or three of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit.

But once these powers leave the control of intelligent life, they will dissipate at an alarming speed.

Materializing this energy and reshaping it into a material body in reality is the first threshold of this type of cultivation system.

The idealistic system is a perfect example in this regard.

As the saying goes, the higher the difficulty, the greater the reward. The materialized idealistic radiance falls into the hands of the flame platelets and is directly used as a disposable fuel.

In this way, even if the flame platelets have not learned magic, they just shouted two magic spells according to the instinct engraved in their DNA.

The radiance of love will still respond to their will and burst out with a power that makes people look sideways.

The cemetery mountain range is a special stone on the material side, and the pink material is the embodiment of the idealistic system after crossing the first threshold.

The former is enough to destroy the imperial army with its huge volume, but the latter is willing to self-destruct. Can't it open a hole in the former's head?

Boom!

After endless years, the cemetery mountain range was breached from the inside for the first time.

A pink beam of light melted the cemetery mountain range from deep underground, rushed straight into the sky, and penetrated into the clouds.

The pink light was refracted by the atmosphere, and the light column gradually spread upwards, directly transforming half of the sky into a gorgeous pink.

The vision in an instant is known to the world.

The urgency of the social death crisis made the flame platelets burst out with amazing potential.

The platelets restored their most suitable human form, and the soles of their feet seemed to be spitting fire, rushing towards the sky along the pink light column channel.

At the center of the lake, the red light frequency of the Red Silk Intelligent Machine's electronic eyes changed strangely: "Discover abnormal phenomena, collect data, and speculate the cause..."

"Reason one, the young extraterritorial demons have a hidden skill."

"Reason two, they absorbed the love of the scrapped bodies and gained temporary explosive power."

"Reason three... Insufficient information, unable to summarize."

The scarlet electronic watched the Fire Crow platelets that escaped, and the Red Silk Intelligent Machine's face was not moved at all. He calmly commanded the Rust-colored Intelligent Machine Legion to block the two entrances and exits of the center of the lake.

The remaining legions deployed their formations, and the flesh and blood cannons rotated,Wait for the pink beam of light to dissipate.

If flying alone could get over the cemetery mountains, this place would not be called a dangerous place that could destroy the Empire's military.

The red silk omnic looked calm.

When the light faded, these flame platelets floating in the sky would be the target.

There was no problem with the calculation, command, or planning of the red silk omnic.

But there is a saying in the world: deliberate planning is not as good as destiny.

In the sky, the flame platelets who had just rushed out of the mountains, filled with the joy of escaping death, felt a strange magnetic field on themselves before they had time to run away.

The cemetery mountains are pulling them back to the ground!

One of the characteristics of the cemetery mountains: natural no-fly zone!

The white-haired flame platelets felt the attraction of the mountains: "Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky! It's so unlucky!"

Fortunately, they are not omnics, and have a considerable resistance to this attraction. They barely maintain their flying posture, but their speed is obviously much slower.

According to this trend, when the pink light curtain dissipates, it will be the time for the flame platelets to be shot.

The white-haired platelet's face turned black, and when he was about to speak, a strong wind blew past, and a mechanical bird that looked like Crusoe appeared in front of him.

With abundant wind element power, they are much more resistant to the natural restricted airspace than the flame platelets, and they can easily maintain a free flying posture.

The wind platelet's teasing voice came; "Hey, why are you so miserable?"

The flame platelet's eyes lit up, and he rushed over without hesitation, grabbed a wing, flipped his body upward, and sat on the back of the mechanical bird.

The platelet's white little hand slapped the bird's head: "Go, there is a monster on the island in the middle of the lake."

"We can't deal with it."

"You're done when he aims at you!"

The wind lolita may not know the inside story, but the robin in the sky has watched the whole battle and has a basic assessment of the rust mechanical army.

It was her order to let the wind-type little lolita come to the rescue, but the robin would not let the wind-type little lolita fight with the red silk mechanical army.

This is not a sharpening, but a simple suicide.

Following the robin's order to retreat, the mechanical bird pulled the flame platelets and retreated quickly under the cover of pink light.

The white-haired platelet glanced at the densely packed rust-colored mechanical army near the lake island, and looked down at the little pink substance left on his fingertips:

"It's a big cake, but it's a pity that I can't eat it."

The red silk mechanical and rust mechanical army, the top leader of the Paradise Cult, are the well-deserved absolute kings on this new continent.

He is also the big devil of the platelets.