Chapter 1111 Genius and Crazy Design

"The adaptability is really strong, and the human beings in this world have evolved to such a degree." Morea, who was shaking and was able to start walking with his current young body, sighed.

A normal human baby is usually able to walk about a year after birth, and his body only took less than ten days to walk, and he still has teeth.

"This means that I can eat meat without drinking nutrient supplements." Morea cracked his mouth against a bright metal wall, and then saw two rows of snow-white teeth.

"My situation should not be an exception." Recalling that compared with ordinary babies these days, it should be an extremely amazing performance, Morea whispered to herself.

Because no one was surprised by his performance, it seemed that he was normal. This lets Morea know what the human beings in this world have fallen to.

Immediately after birth, they have the ability to walk and run upright, and can eat meat, which is a characteristic that can only be possessed by mammal cubs living in the wilderness, because they live in a dangerous wilderness, because they can lose their lives at any time. , so they evolved this ability.

Under normal circumstances, humans who have developed civilization do not need this ability, but humans in this world have these characteristics again.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest. The cruel environment will eliminate all life forms that cannot adapt. The invasion of the evil gods makes the living environment of the world worse and worse, and all human beings who cannot adapt will be eliminated. If the entire ethnic group cannot adapt, then it will be extinction.

Time passed slowly, and Morea was not in a hurry to shoot, because he wanted to see the weapon that the human beings in this world created to fight against the evil god - the divine machine.

So he quietly grew up as a baby in this base city, growing and developing at a speed far faster than a normal baby should.

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"Fenrir, are you nervous?" On a corridor that was 100 meters above the ground, a girl about 1.5 meters tall played with her hair and asked a little boy beside her.

"not nervous."

"You are about to choose your own magic machine. If you fail, you will be swallowed by the magic machine."

"I won't fail." Through the glass window in front of him, Morea overlooked the crowded base city below, and then his eyes crossed the steel city wall that surrounded the base city, and looked at the endless wilderness beyond the city wall. .

The Brilliant Base City, although it has a city character, is essentially a military fortress, filled with various weapons and energy facilities, and there are actually very few places for people to live.

Its resident population is only in the early 100,000s. For a civilization that has developed energy weapons, it is absurd to call such a large number of human gathering places a city.

But in the apocalypse, a base city with such a series of population is a veritable big city. Because no one who can live in the base city is waste, and everyone can play a role.

"So confident?" The little girl laughed when she heard the words of the boy who was slightly younger than her. "You don't think you can control a magic machine with qualifications, right?"

"Controlling the magic machine, what else is there?"

"Unshakable faith, the will to move forward, and the courage to be fearless, only with these can you fully control a magical machine,

rather than being swallowed up by the divine machine. "

"Gorgeous." Morea commented briefly.

"Fenrir, I don't think your will is very firm. Would you like to come to my room tonight? I can help you train your will." The girl looked at Morea with a smile, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"I'm not interested." Seeing the girl who seemed to have entered spring, Morea refused directly, then turned and left. He thought that what the girl wanted to do when she asked him out, it turned out to be for such a boring thing.

"What an ignorant stinky brother." The girl couldn't help being a little annoyed when she saw Morea who left so confused.

"Hey, Fenrir, why did you come back so soon? Didn't I just see you going out with Lux?"

When Morea returned to the training ground inside the base, a teenager who was training saw Morea walking in, and said in surprise.

"Well, I went out with her, but she talked to me about some time-wasting issues, so I refused to come back."

"You can refuse this, admire it," Hearing Morea's answer, the boy's face suddenly became a little weird. He naturally knew why the girl asked Morea out just now.

"It's okay to refuse, Lux is not a good deal," at this time another older youth walked into the training room, heard the conversation just now, and immediately interrupted, and at the same time he He also looked at Morea, his eyes became a little subtle,

"Fenrir, if I remember correctly, you haven't had contact with anyone of the opposite sex yet. You seem to be a virgin."

"..." Morea started training, too lazy to pay attention to these two things whose minds were already stuffed with hormones.

"It seems that the rumor is true. In this case, if you are with Lux, you will suffer. Rejecting her is the most correct choice. You deserve a better opposite sex."

The young man touched his chin and began to make suggestions for Morea, "Since you are an original virgin, you should also have an original one, but it seems that there are not many in our base that meet your requirements."

"Is it too difficult to find the original one? After mastering the magic machine, no one knows when they will die in battle. Everyone is enjoying themselves. Who will hold back?" The teenager on the side heard the name The young man immediately interjected.

"That's not necessarily true. There are always a few who will be as clean as Fenrir."

"But as far as I know, our base doesn't have this kind of cleanliness. If you want me to say, just find one. There's no need to be so picky. The reason why Fenrir is like this now is that he hasn't tasted the meat yet. You'll know after you taste it."

"No, I think it's too bad for Fenrir. Our base doesn't have it, it doesn't mean that other bases don't."

"Enough for the two of you, I'm not interested in women now, I'm only interested in magic machines." Hearing the two guys in front of him talking more and more outrageous, a few blue veins popped up on Morea's forehead.

"Cough, let's stop talking, let's talk, our steel wolf Fenrir will be angry."

"These guys..." Although Morea pretended to be angry, she didn't really have any emotions, because he knew that whether it was the girl who just asked him out, or the two mouths full of dirty words in front of him The guy is distracting him and helping him relieve tension.

Although Morea knew that he would not have any pressure, other people would not feel that way. Just like what Lux said, having aptitude does not mean being able to master the divine machine.

When night fell and darkness enveloped the earth, in the city of Brilliant Base, Morea, who was waiting for the notification, looked at the man standing in front of him with a calm expression.

"Fenrir, are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Then follow me, I hope you can succeed tonight."

Without saying much, the officer just made a routine inquiry, and then turned around to lead Moreya. He will lead Moreya into the most special place in the base city.

After passing through one gate after another, and passing through one after another of identity verification, Morea followed the lead officer to a position nearly 300 meters underground, and entered an open and flat field.

This is an extremely empty space. When the leading officer led Morea to the most central position, he left quickly. When Morea was looking around, it was at a vertical height from where Morea was now. A voice sounded from an observation window about 50 meters away.

"Fenrir, right?"

"Well." The sound of mechanical operation sounded, and Morea watched the surrounding walls crack, and then one after another laser cannon emerged from the smooth wall, and then aimed at him.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, this is a necessary measure for every qualified person to take when mastering the magic machine. After you stand here, there will only be two outcomes. Either you master the magic machine and become The hero who saves mankind will either be swallowed up by the divine machine, turned into a monster, or smashed into scum."

"So, what about my magic machine?" Morea asked, looking up at the glass window in front of her that was not reflective at all. His voice even formed an echo in this wide field.

"Interesting, you are the most courageous and qualified person I have ever met, I hope you can succeed."

The roar of machinery sounded several times, and this time the sound came from under Moria's feet, Moria could feel the ground under his feet shaking slightly.

Then, he saw the ground in front of him separated to both sides, and then a metal square slowly rose up. In the center of the metal platform, a peculiarly shaped weapon stood on it, exuding a greedy and tyrannical atmosphere.

"This is the magic machine?" Morea looked at the magic machine in front of him and raised his brows slightly, because the weapon in front of him made him feel more like a greedy monster than a cold weapon.

"That's right, this is your divine machine, control it, or be swallowed by it."

"I really want to know who the person who designed this thing is. It's so daring." Morea stepped forward, climbed onto the metal platform, and grabbed the weapon whose main body was azure blue. At the handle of the magic machine shaped like a sword, then a cold, violent and greedy consciousness emerged from the magic machine...

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