When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

The cemetery in Xiaoli Village has been engulfed in flames.

The flames spread out, and even the ancestral hall that symbolized the ancestors of the Li family was also burned, and there were raging fires everywhere.

Yuan Linlin and Li Guoqiang were wrapped in asbestos clothes, holding a flamethrower specially modified by Yiqi in their hands, and looked at everything in front of them solemnly.

The tombs in the cemetery have been dug open, exposing corpses that have long been humanized.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden shell outside the corpse was burned away by the fire, revealing the shriveled and decayed corpse inside.

And countless roots grew out of the soil, wrapping around these corpses, writhing like worms, as if absorbing the only rotten flesh left on the corpses.

At this time, under the scorching fire, these parasite-like roots were burned, and they all wriggled and retracted, leaving only some large and small potholes in the soil.

Some tree roots did not retreat in time, and the ends were burned off by the flames, and the truncated roots fell into the pit, wriggling and twisting like earthworms, until the roots were completely burned to ashes, and a section of shiny metal tentacles fell into the pit. in the ashes.

Among these living tree roots, there are extremely compact mechanical equipment!

Li Guoqiang was shocked, and couldn't help but stepped forward, picked up the mechanical tentacles from a pile of ashes, and then turned his head to look at the pothole left in the soil.

Where is the source of these roots?

Follow his gaze into the distance, and it extends to the central open space of Xiaoli Village.

In the center of the village, under the cover of dark green clouds, the ancient and vicissitudes of the locust tree was also ignited with the fire at this time, and its branches and leaves were trembling extremely violently.

Those roots that were burned to ashes by the flames were exactly the roots of the tree that it extended underground.

The pain of being burned caused the old locust tree to shake its crown in pain, and the rough bark cracked open.

In an instant, the surrounding villagers seemed to empathize with them, and all the energy and energy they had recovered with great difficulty suddenly dissipated completely. All of them grinned in pain and writhed their limbs, as if they were in the flames.

In severe pain, the old village chief roared at the leader, Sester Stillridge: "Don't stand still, quickly protect the golden body of the god!"

Sester Stirridge was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to his senses, took out the previous instrument, and started shaking it desperately at the trembling old locust tree.

The indicator lights on the instrument lit up one by one, and the mechanical metal embedded under the bark also sensed something, "humming" and vibrating at an appropriate frequency, and then released the corresponding hormone from the machine.

Visible to the naked eye, the old pagoda tree in severe pain gradually calmed down.

Sester Stierich couldn't help showing a smug expression on his face.

The instrument in his hand was specially made by Mr. X for "restoration".

The mutual induction between instruments and metal machinery can not only help the bred gods to absorb the vitality of living people faster, but also release corresponding magnetic field waves to better hide the whereabouts of the gods.

Satisfied in his heart, the frequency of shaking the instrument in his hand couldn't help but become faster.

Just when the indicator light of the instrument reached the highest point, there was a sudden shock, and all the indicator lights that were on went out.

Sester Stirridge stared at the instrument that suddenly stopped working, his eyes widened in shock.

He just wanted to bring the instrument closer to his eyes for a closer inspection, but suddenly he found that the temperature of the instrument was rising higher and higher, making his palms feel hot.

not good!

He yelled strangely, and under the instinctive tendency, he raised his hand and was about to throw the instrument far away...

"boom!"

Before he could take the hot instrument out of his hands, the metal shell of the instrument burst open under the high temperature, and metal fragments splashed everywhere pierced his palm.

As for the wiring inside the instrument, there were bursts of white smoke from burning, exuding a burnt smell, and it had been completely destroyed.

At the same moment, Yi Qi, who was far away on the edge of the cliff, withdrew from the microneuron area of ​​his brain with a calm expression.

"It's done," he said softly.

Once the members of the Stirridge family use the technology provided by X, he can instantly locate and find out the exact location where the false god is hiding.

Then, he can break through the defensive barrier set up by the opponent in a short time, and hack into the regional system, completely destroying the instrument in an instant.

Since he has waited for a long time, he will kill him with one blow.

At this time, without the assistance of technological machinery, the false god who had been hiding in the dark finally leaked a trace of blood.

Feng Zhu's golden eyes lit up, he laughed and stepped forward to hug Yi Qi, then turned around, like a bird disappearing into the sky, flaunting his way away.

Under the old locust tree, no one knew what they were about to face.

Without the assistance of technological machinery, the old locust tree once again fell into the pain of being burned, and the villagers who were closely connected with their gods also became weak and painful again.

The old village chief roared again: "Do something... do something quickly!"

As for Sester Stierich, whose palm was pierced, he hugged his palm and let out a miserable scream, not paying attention to what the village chief was saying at all.

"Mr. X... Mr. X! What's the matter with the equipment? Why did it suddenly break down! Bastard, haven't you guaranteed your scientific research level? Come out and explain to me, you stupid, arrogant, boastful ..." He cursed in pain, calling out X's name.

Suddenly, Sester, who was in a rage, trembled all over, his limbs twitched, and a beam of electromagnetic light that no one noticed jumped from the back of his neck to the depths of his skull.

Then, his expression suddenly changed, his facial features distorted by pain became very calm, and even the accent he spit out became elegant: "Stupid, calm down! Don't shout, just like a clothed cat!" monkey."

Mr. X, who forcibly took over Sester's body, stared at the completely damaged instrument, and then turned his head to look around.

"...So that's how it is." He squinted his eyes, and let out a pleasant low laugh in his chest, "As expected, it's you, 0172X...

At this time, the old village head endured the burning pain and stepped forward: "I don't care who is in your body now? But since the cooperation has gone wrong, you must give us an explanation! Our god is in pain ..."

Hearing the aggressive tone of the other party, X gracefully turned his head to look at him, with a slight arc of his mouth, half a smile: "Since the fire is lit from the northwest corner, the person who set it must be there."

"Instead of standing where you are and asking for an explanation, you might as well rush to the northwest corner as quickly as possible, take down the culprit who set the fire, and save your own god...It's better than yelling at me in vain."

The old village chief managed to calm down, snorted coldly at the person in front of him, and then shouted loudly to the surrounding villagers.

The fanatical and pious villagers responded one after another, followed behind the village chief, and ran anxiously towards the burning cemetery.

At this moment, only the man in the hood, Mr. X occupying someone else's body, the old locust tree writhing in pain, the wooden man who hadn't had time to be swallowed by the locust tree, and a heavy, dark coffin remained.

The man in the hood seemed to be very afraid of Mr. X, so he didn't talk to him. Instead, he took a few steps back cautiously, and shrank carefully behind the black coffin.

Mr. X glanced at him with a half-smile, and didn't intend to answer him.

"0172... You've won this time!" He smiled and lowered his eyes, and said to himself, "But how many more times can you win?"

"The time left for you, the time left for this world...is running out."

As the last voice fell, the body began to twitch violently again.

The tall body fell headlong to the ground, and only a moment later, Sester Stilley struggled to get up from the ground.

"Shameless bastard, you even snatched my body without my consent..." He cursed in disgrace.

But scolding is scolding, the current situation does not allow him to continue to lose his temper.

Beside them, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree trembled due to the continuous burning pain, and the bark began to peel off piece by piece, and the cracks on the tree body were getting bigger and bigger.

"Hey you!"

Sester shouted to the hooded man hiding in the distance: "There is no time, open the coffin now! The gods we raise need a better container."

Right now, the locust tree is overwhelmed, so the god can only be replaced with a better body, and the power of the god can be greatly enhanced.

And in the coffin, there was a body that they had tried their best to steal.

The man in the hood heard his shout and didn't answer, but pushed the coffin lid away silently.

In the coffin, Feng Qingtong's beautiful and delicate body was lying unconscious inside without the slightest consciousness, her pair of phoenix eyes were closed, and her soul had disappeared for a long time.

Sester Stirridge showed a smile that was sure to win, and continued to shout loudly: "Push this coffin over quickly, and push it in front of the locust tree... Did you hear what I said? I will let you push the coffin over to the locust tree." Here!"

His shouting suddenly became anxious.

After opening the coffin lid as instructed, the man in the hood suddenly stopped obeying his orders, turned a corner instead, and walked towards the wooden man next to him uncharacteristically.

The "bride" wooden figure was also one of the sacrifices, and was almost swallowed just now.

It's just that a series of accidents happened suddenly, the human sacrifice ceremony was interrupted halfway, and everyone present almost forgot about her.

The roots protruding from the old locust tree have already wrapped around the body of the wooden man, but now the old locust tree is in pain and cannot eat at all.

The hooded man took advantage of this opportunity to sneak up in front of the "bride" wooden figure, took out a blade and cut off the roots wrapped around her body, and then dragged the heavy wooden figure as far away from the old locust tree as possible.

Sester Stierich was almost stunned, and realized something belatedly.

"traitor!"

He shouted angrily: "Traitor who betrayed the family! No wonder your mission progress is so slow, you haven't completed a human sacrifice in three years... You have failed Stirridge's trust!"

"I'll go to your uncle's Stirridge!" The hooded man who had been silent all this time finally cursed after dragging the innocent wooden man away.

He scolded back for the first time, and even stretched out a middle finger: "You Stirridge are terrible! You suck! It's outrageous!"

"I have lived peacefully in Huaguo for more than 20 years. You guys suddenly came to me three years ago, saying that I have a great Stirridge lineage and I am destined to devote myself to a glorious career... Pooh! You think I am one of those dizzy A so-so boy in middle school who is so foolish, you have to count the money after being sold?!"

"If it weren't for your threat of force, who the hell would want to do undercover work for you! You are glorious, great, and transcendent mortals who keep talking all day long... You are a group of perverts against humanity! Terrorists! Glorious ass !"

"Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is a real Chinese! Lao Tzu is the most glorious!"

The hooded man, who seemed to have been depressed for a long time, was always silent and coquettish. While pointing his middle finger up, he roared and insulted his dissatisfaction with Stirridge for the past three years.

Sester Stirridge was stunned by the scolding.

"You idiot! You humble meat worm, how dare you... insult such a great..." His chest heaved violently, and there was a fierceness in his eyes.

Suddenly, he rushed forward, ignoring his bloody hand, grabbed Feng Qingtong's body in the coffin, and dragged it desperately towards the old locust tree.

And the old locust tree also seemed to have a sense, the branches shook excitedly, and the bark was completely cracked, revealing the secret hidden deep in the trunk.

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