I got up from the coffin and was taken back to the nest by the dragon

"What about the discovery of human beings?" Ji Xiaqing's black crystal-like eyes seemed to be able to contain endless suppressed flames, so he took a sip of tea to suppress the ups and downs of emotions in his heart.

But then she was a little surprised to find that her hands were trembling unconsciously.

She exhaled lightly, put down the cup, and a mechanical and perfect smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Tell me, what's going on with human beings?"

Guderian hesitated for a while, looked into Ji Xiaqing's eyes, stared at it seriously for a while, then looked away, and said softly to Su Bai, "You will keep an eye on your girlfriend later."

Ji Xiaqing's fist was clenched violently, and then the clenched fist was covered by Xiaolong's warm palm.

She turned her head and watched Xiaolong embrace her from behind, wrapping one arm around her waist, but she didn't touch her waist boldly as usual, but clasped it obediently; her back keenly sensed The soft and fluffy head of the body behind him rested on his shoulder socket, and a layer of fine goose bumps densely appeared on the back of his neck as Xiaolong's scorching snort slapped, bringing wet warmth.

Even though she didn't have any charming thoughts in her mind at this moment, she let go of her clenched fists, and even pinched Xiaolong's palm with her backhand to signal that she was fine.

"My escape at that time did not have a route plan," Guderian looked at the two people in front of him who were clasping their fingers again - especially Su Bai who was hanging on Ji Xiaqing like a koala, his forehead twitched , the smile became a little more relaxed, and there was a little nostalgia in the eyes, "At that time, the idea was to run away first, and I couldn't bear to have such a person as my teacher and the master of the Tower of Babel."

"I just want to stay a little farther away from this place. Even if I die in a strange place, it's better than that demon that manipulates everything."

"I took my subordinates who were willing to be loyal to me, and I took the ring that the old man gave me to control the war robot—of course I found a way to destroy it, solved the problem of locating the terminal, and then prepared for this hasty escape. Plan. By the way, Rommel’s assassination of me was not acting at the time, pure acting cannot hide the truth from the teacher, he really shot at me, and those injuries were real.”

Guderian's eyes became farther and farther away, and he fell into deep memories, "However, when I was covered in bruises and brought my subordinates to the depths of the gray mist to station, I encountered human beings."

"We fought an encounter battle."

"That would be a massacre if humanity were a little less sensible and benevolent."

Following his plain description, a picture scroll of an encounter that changed the future of the ether unfolded in front of the two of them.

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"Found the whereabouts of the enemy! Found the whereabouts of the enemy! There is an ambush ahead! Come this way!" After a long march, the extremely exhausted team scouts issued a warning message in the terminal.

Then their coordinates disappeared in the team's communication channel, which was the last message they sent back just now.

Captured—or killed in battle.

The latter is more likely.

The slightly relaxed team tensed up again and formed a battle formation.

It was too late to escape, and they were exhausted physically.

Panting, Guderian, who was being healed by the bright dragon in the team, raised his head with difficulty, and controlled the battle robot in the terminal.One part is protected at the outermost edge, and the other part is hidden in the surrounding terrain, ready to catch ambushers by surprise.

"Did the old man's pursuers come so quickly?" He muttered unwillingly.

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"Wait!" Xiaolong raised his hand to interrupt, his eyes widened, "But a brass ring is needed to command a battle robot in a formation, isn't your brass ring damaged and buried in the soil? You How did you command the battle robot?"

Guderian had just fallen into the mood of storytelling, but was interrupted by Su Bai. He gave her a helpless look, and said angrily and funny, "Why don't you use the terminal to cast the talisman?"

"I... Ah Qing taught me." Su Bai rubbed his head on Ji Xiaqing's shoulder.

Guderian covered his head, "I didn't come to listen to you showing off your Ah Qing," he sighed, "The reason why you use the terminal to cast talismans is because there are talisman modules stored in the terminal, you only need to select them You don’t need to know how the talisman is drawn. But if you hand-paint the talisman, you must know how the talisman comes from and how its structure is.”

"And this is a truth," he patiently explained, "it's easier to control the army with a ring, but if you understand how to use the terminal to control the specific operation, you don't need a ring, it's just very difficult."

Ji Xiaqing found a small notebook out of nowhere, wrote something on it, and then raised his head, "How did you learn to use the terminal control?"

"Self-taught," Guderian proudly puffed up his chest, "I have the talent in this area! No one else can learn it!"

Ji Xiaqing nodded.

Su Bai watched her write a few words on the notebook: programming talent?

A small question mark was drawn next to it.

"Does the old man know you can?" she asked again.

"He doesn't know," Guderian shook his head honestly, "because the relevant books are too old, and the scanning of the electronic version is not complete. I always look for paper books when I read books in the library. Taiyi It should not be possible to detect data behavior where no borrowing occurs."

Su Bai and Ji Xiaqing looked at each other.

Xiaolong started, and wrote "doubtful" next to "Does the old man know?"

Maybe Taiyi can't find anything from the borrowing data, but maybe Taiyi, who likes to look around and travel around, will see things in Guderian's book?

"Go on." Ji Xiaqing raised his hand to signal, and smiled politely with his lips raised in Guderian's "resentful" eyes, "Don't worry, we won't interrupt you, we will ask questions together."

Guderian nodded, and then fell into memory again.

"It was also at that time that I found out that the secret army in the Tower of Babel was actually exterminating those intelligent creatures that have been extinct in the history books—human beings."

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Guderian stood up with support on all fours. The fiery red dragon's body was scarred and had several scales missing.

He raised his dragon head high, with the arrogance and unwillingness of the doomsday king, and roared deafeningly at the looming black shadow in the distance!

"The fifth one! Come and kill me!"

He didn't even blow up his scales and put up his tail in a fighting posture like the other giant dragons. He just stood there with blazing fire and unreserved will to die in his eyes.

Even though he couldn't stand stably because of his injury, he stood upright.

The faint black figure in the distance suddenly stopped, as if waiting for some order.

After a while, Sombra began to feel restless.

"Boss," a blue dragon approached, looking warily at the shadow in the distance, "Is it possible that the troops led by the Fifth Commander saw you? It's a bit unbelievable, so there's internal strife?"

"Hey, I think it's possible," another wounded dragon bared its teeth, with a free and easy smile, unafraid in the face of death, and even joked, "Boss, if you roar, there may be Dedicated to you on the spot."

Their leader's personal charisma is unquestionable, and the next three heirs in line combined do not have as much influence as their leader's family.

Guderian flicked his tail silently, looked at the increasingly turbulent black shadow in the distance, looked down at the scars on his body, and smiled wryly.

If you are in your heyday, if you have made a more comprehensive plan, if you have the courage to dive directly into the extreme darkness.

what.

How can there be so many ifs in the world.

It's just a pain for the subordinates I brought out.Said to be a subordinate, but also a brother, a comrade-in-arms, a partner who can be handed over to life and death.

"Rommel..." He muttered to himself, thinking of his junior brother who was dragged into the water by him, he gave another wry smile.

Probably Rommel has also been exposed.

He suddenly showed a sense of freedom, endured the pain, took a few steps, raised his head high, and shouted decisively.

"I! Guderian! The first heir to the Tower of Babel! Swear!"

"As long as I'm alive! The Fifth Commander, you'll never live in peace!"

On the other side, the black shadow who heard his roar finally exploded.

"Who is the fifth one?" The rotten meat murmured blankly.

A monster with form seemed to be the leader of these rotten flesh. It squatted silently, holding a tattered book with three hands on its belly.

"Ah!" His voice was hoarse, like fingernails scratching the blackboard, "I found it, the fifth one is the name of the tower owner of the Tower of Babel!"

"That ugly dragon over there said that he and the fifth party will never die!" The rotten meat chattered endlessly in their own language.

"Why do you call him ugly?"

"He's a circle smaller than the other dragons."

"This dragon didn't stand up its scales, okay? The ignorant kid who came out to pick up trash on the first day, stop talking nonsense." A larger pool of rotten meat "looked" at the distant dragon with appreciation, "The first in line heir, I have heard about this fire dragon, and it seems to be loved by the inside of the Tower of Babel."

"Tch, then kill him!" The smaller rotten meat glared at Guderian unhappily, "There are no good things in the Tower of Babel."

"What do you know, brat! This dragon clearly said that he and the Tower Master of Babel will never die!"

The two pools of rotten meat fought.

The leader turned around and glared at the restless team.

The team fell silent.

"Bring those two scouts up." He thought for a while and gave an order.

The two humanoid scouts looked blankly and terrified, their mouths were stuffed with two pieces of rags, and their bodies were firmly tied up with slippery and weird "ropes".

It's just... the rope can still move.

They suddenly found themselves being lifted into the sky, and then walked slowly forward.

A more courageous scout took a deep breath and looked down.

A gigantic, terrifying, eerily twisted, octopus-like creature.

Saying octopus is definitely not biased, because this creature is more like a suture of people and octopuses and various vines.The upper body still vaguely has a human figure, and the lower body is covered with dense vines, dancing in the air.

The bold scout's stomach churned, and he almost couldn't spit it out.

"Ropes"—or vines, or even tentacles would be more appropriate.

Whatever it was, the wet and sticky thing irritatedly turned them over so they were facing the sky.

"Don't spit on me," said the human -- let's call it a human being, coldly. "It's very troublesome to clean up."

Sounds like a lot of experience.

It walked up to the leader and threw the two of them to the ground.

The leader leaned over and poked the two of them with his hand on his belly.

The two scouts opened their eyes and saw a circle of bloody and rotten flesh around them. Finally, they couldn't hold back and vomited.

The rotten meat quickly moved away as if they had encountered some scourge, as if they were extremely disgusted.

"Let me ask you, what's your serial number?" The team leader seemed to be accustomed to such situations, and asked the two scouts calmly, speaking in the standard language of the etheric continent of Babel - except that the voice was really ugly.

The pupils of the two scouts shrank, and they looked at the strange man with three hands on his stomach in horror. They boldly and tremblingly said, "Guderian."

"We are the exploration team directly under the first successor, Guderian, and our designation is 'Guderian'." He explained.

"Liar," the "Vine" laughed sinisterly, "Your designation is 'Sapphire'."

"What shit sapphire?" The scout was annoyed.

Although the thing in front of them is terrifying, the designation "Guderian" is also their pride. How can they be allowed to be said so by a thing with no shape in front of them?

The "Vine" man and the team leader looked at each other and nodded.

"It's great to lead the team out to pick up garbage, and it's rewarding." The team leader nodded in satisfaction, and then walked around happily.

The two scouts found themselves tied up and lifted into the air again, and the "Vine" man waved his tentacles vigorously.

"Hey! Let's go!"

Guderian's troops, who were waiting in full battle, were tense and almost shot and killed the two scouts who flew over.

"Boss!" The two scouts were caught by Guderian's dragon tail and landed smoothly. Looking at the vigilant Guderian, they cried and cried, and the hard-headed temper trained after many explorations also burst into tears, "Over there They're all monsters!"

They quickly told Guderian what they had seen and heard.

Guderian's eyes were first vigilant and suspicious, then bewildered, and finally "What outrageous joke are you talking about?", his facial features twisted together.

"Then why did they let you back?" The blue dragon scratched its paws anxiously, "How can there be creatures in the extremely strange place?"

In the distance, the team leader who finally got the megaphone touched the sweat on his forehead—it's worth mentioning that he bent down [-] degrees so that the hand on his stomach could touch his forehead, and then yelled at the machine said, "The dragon on the opposite side!"

The instrument ran slowly for a while at first, but there was no sound for a long time.

The team leader frowned, turned the volume knob to the maximum, and kicked the old instrument angrily.

"F-face-to-dragon!!!" The old broken machine suddenly let out an earth-shattering cry!

The leader was so shocked that he squinted his eyes and bent down to cover his ears, the scalp of the "Vine" was numb, and the rotten flesh behind them gathered together and whispered.

"The team leader obviously doesn't understand technology, and insists on trying it every time."

"Let him do what he wants, we can't control it, the elders have to take care of it."

The leader turned around, gave the rotten meat a hard look, waved his hand on his stomach, as if in a demonstration, then turned down the volume a bit, and patiently said to the other side, "We really want to kill you!"

"Because you are the Dragon Clan in the Tower of Babel! We are sworn enemies with us!!!"

Hearing these words, Guderian's team immediately tensed up, ready to fight at any time.

"However," the team leader said thoughtfully, "you seem to have been kicked out by the Tower of Babel! So we are willing to give you a chance!"

"It's really not the old man over there?" Guderian finally softened his eyes when looking at the two scouts, and finally believed the "nonsense" of the two loyal subordinates just now, "What is it over there?"

"We! We are human beings! You Tower of Babel has long considered extinct human beings!"

The other side seemed to be able to hear his inner voice, and said loudly, "Our communication can be more frank! Now, please, Your Excellency Guderian, come to the center of the two battles, and we can have a good talk!"

"Don't go boss," the dragons bared their teeth and exploded their scales, trying to stop Guderian. "That must be a trap! Now that we have recovered a lot of physical strength, we can completely fight them!"

"Don't be ignorant of current affairs!" An irregular red light flashed on the opposite side, accompanied by an increasingly terrifying and shrill voice, "We have countless ways to kill you!"

Guderian stared at the weird and irregular red light, felt the huge energy contained in it, and sighed deeply, a surging voice burst out from his chest cavity!

"I promise you!"

The giant dragons silently lowered their heads, with resignation in their eyes.

"I don't want to lose any more comrades in arms." Guderian glanced at the dragons around him with nostalgia, and smiled freely, "I'll go meet them, and you stay where you are."

"I have a hunch," he muttered to himself, looking at the dimming red light in the distance, "we can get out of this whole body."

In the distance, the "Vine" man slapped the head of the team leader angrily, "Just now the loudspeakers turned red and the power exceeded the limit! Will you look at the index! Will you!"

The team leader was stunned by the tentacle knock, and pursed his mouth, "I don't know how to use it."

"This kind of old equipment that can still be used up to now basically still uses the nuclear power core," "Vine" said with trepidation, "You almost blew us up just now!"

"I told you, Three Claws shouldn't be allowed to use technology. Sooner or later, he'll blow us up!" the rotten meat whispered.

"Yeah, he's good at blowing up."

"Hey, that red dragon has come out."

The leader of Three Claws looked at the "Vine", "Octopus, should you go or should I go?"

"You go," the "Vine" man called Octopus curled up blankly, "You look a little normal."

Three Claws sighed, stood up, and walked slowly towards the stopped red dragon.

Guderian lowered his eyes and looked at the ugly creatures below.

The head is as big as a basketball, the eyes are as small as mung beans, the legs are as long as compasses, and there are three hands growing on the stomach, waving towards himself, as if to say hello.

Oh yes, he's bald too.

"Are you...?" Guderian had already accepted the report from the scouts, so he had some mental preparations, but he also shuddered because of his psychological quality.

Really scary and ugly.

"Three Claws, one of the leaders of the Human Trash Picking Team," the human voice in front of him was hoarse and weird, making people want to cover their ears, "You can call me San'er."

Guderian tried hard to digest this sentence, and suddenly heard a little kindness from it.

"Can you tell me why you want to kill your tower master?" Three Claws looked at Guderian seriously, and his mung bean-sized eyeballs shone brightly.

After thinking for a while, Guderian simply lay down and told Three Claws what happened and the reasons for his betrayal.

Anyway, I am already a homeless person, but the strange creature in front of me who claims to be human still has some inexplicable kindness towards me.

As he narrated, the eyes of Three Claws changed from curiosity to surprise to pity—although it was difficult to see anything from those mung bean-sized eyes, Guderian still felt his pity.

"Don't look at me with that look," Guderian lowered his dragon head and said softly, "I don't need it."

Three Claws was very happy, "I said my eyes can be seen." Then he scratched Guderian's belly in astonishment, and laughed twice, "Since this is the case, why don't you mix with us?" Bar."

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Since you and your tower masters have reached the point where you can't stop dying, we won't have any racial discrimination or prejudice—oh no, it's only for me. I don't know what the cleaning team thinks. "Three claws bared their teeth and smiled, "But if you hadn't yelled those two voices, you might have disappeared."

Guderian shook his tail, remembering the situation just now, and suddenly felt a little scared.

"Go back and bring your people and follow us." Three Claws turned around, "I will take you to our camp for interrogation and investigation. After all, it will take some time to join."

"Can we choose not to join?" Guderian looked at Three Claws cautiously.

"Yes," Three Claws turned his head when he heard the words, and nodded generously, "but then it will be difficult to guarantee your safety. There has always been an army hunting us in the Tower of Babel. If we know your whereabouts , will probably destroy you together.”

"What troops?" Guderian was taken aback, "As the first in line heir, I didn't even know you existed. How could there be troops dedicated to destroying you?"

"Sometimes, the enemy knows you better than yourself," Three Claws said meaningfully, "There are so many nasty things in the Tower of Babel that you can't think of."

"What's the name of that troop?" Guderian looked at the three claws going away, and couldn't help asking.

"Sapphire." Three Claws replied.

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"When I heard this name, I knew that what they said was true." Guderian looked at the two people in front of him who were already shocked, and said, "The number Qingyu does exist, but It's the old man's direct troops, who have been sending out hidden missions, no one knows what they are doing, even me at the time."

"And then?" Su Bai couldn't help asking, "How did you choose?"

"I persuaded the rest of the comrades-in-arms to follow me," Guderian smiled, with a little pride on his face, "The person who betrayed the Tower of Babel with me originally, how could he resist my order?"

"Three claws, eight claws..." Xiaolong thought for a while, "Then there are other leaders of human beings? Two claws and five claws?"

"Oh, that's not true either," Guderian shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just that their names collided a bit."

"What do you mean by picking up trash?"

"It can be understood as their exploration," Guderian thought for a while, and explained, "It's just sweeping up, and taking back what you find, because the camp is quite dilapidated, so the things you pick up can always be used regardless of whether they are good or bad. They're affectionately known as 'pickers'."

"Then why do you know the situation on the human side?" Su Bai asked persistently.

"Oh, they told me later," Guderian covered his head with a wry smile, "I never thought that the situation there was so...happy."

"Actually, you'll know it after getting along for a long time," he explained, "except for the appearance that you won't be able to accept for a while, they are actually very nice and interesting people."

"Besides, I've been watching it for a long time..." Guderian pondered for a while, "Looking at the eight claws is a bit more delicate."

Su Bai suddenly wrinkled his facial features, his expression was tangled.

Ji Xiaqing's gaze was far away, as if he was thinking about something else.

"What are you thinking?" Xiaolong stopped looking at the smiling Guderian, and instead looked at Ji Xiaqing, poking her waist with his fingers, "Ah Qing?"

Ji Xiaqing came back to his senses, nodded with a smile, "Well, there is just a little surprise."

"They are much more optimistic than I imagined." Ji Xiaqing sighed softly, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Indeed." Guderian thought of the group of happy humans.

Despite the different shapes, despite the harsh environment, even though they may not even be able to speak, they are just a mass of rotten meat.

But they live positively and optimistically.

Living in that eerie darkness with no light, I happily pick up rubbish and do construction every day.

The smile on the lips of His Majesty Qingdi grew wider and wider, with a hint of emotion.

"I finally understand why humans can survive."

"Because they're always happy and want to be alive."

The author has something to say: Well, let me explain, this chapter originally had [-] words (wronged Baba)

The original plot is the road of human hatred and revenge, and the first encounter with Guderian was supposed to bleed

But after I finished writing, I thought about it for a long time and felt something was wrong

Those who support a race through the long night can have hatred, but the main tone cannot be hatred

For humans, what should it be?

It's the desire to live, the desire to survive

If hatred takes up the main tone, it will be no turning back

So their main tone should be optimism, positivity, and upward besides hatred.They fight with each other, chatter, complain about their boss, gossip, hate dirty things, and have reason, compassion, and kindness

Such a race is a little more smokey than a race that simply lives in hatred

After deducing it for a long time, I felt that human beings should be like this, so I made a relatively large modification, so there are a lot of words, I cry

Tomorrow will be Dazhang again! ! !

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution:. . . . . . . . . 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!