Chapter 601 How Dare You Refuse This Gift!

Rumble!

At the moment when Varoka ordered the attack, the metal wall beside him made a loud noise at the same time, and then these solid alloys were dug directly from the other end like tofu, and several lightning-like figures jumped out.

These are some monsters with small bodies but sharp claws. They keep jumping in the crowd and tearing out bloody winds with sharp claws like blades!

Due to genetic modification, almost every infected silver-skinned person will have genetic mutations, which are naturally divided into benign and inferior. Some monsters with benign mutations will even have a qualitative leap in combat effectiveness!

As a rare or even only descendant of the ancients, Haro's status among the infected bodies is like that of an emperor. These powerful monsters are gathered by him to protect himself.

After Varoka solved these monsters, infected bodies of all sizes with fierce eyes appeared around Haro, but they did not act rashly.

"Commander, I can give you a chance. Join us and you will get everything you dream of!"

Hallo's many heads overlapped and spoke, their eyes seemed to be in the state of hunting snakes, cold and cruel.

"Become a disgusting monster like you, or become a living body like them?"

Varoka sneered:

"Look at your pathetic appearance, it's just like a deformed product of genetic failure. The real Harlo is dead, and you are just a monster with his memory!"

"Superficial thoughts!"

Hallo's eyes became colder and colder, and even the many heads around him were locked on Varoka.

"How can ordinary creatures understand the greatness of the ancients!"

"Let me do it!"

Just as Harlo was about to attack, a majestic voice suddenly appeared beside him, and then from Harlo's side, clanging footsteps appeared, and five figures wearing exoskeleton armor walked out, protecting the figure in the middle.

It was an old silver-skinned man with a majestic face and the aura of a long-time superior. He was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite robe, but the back of the robe was still dragging in the blood.

The moment they saw this figure, the army surrounding Varoka couldn't help but make a loud noise, and every silver-skinned man's face was filled with strong shock and disbelief.

"How, how is it possible, Grand Speaker!"

"No, this is fake!"

"This is a trick of the monster, the Grand Speaker has been dead for a long time!"

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Faced with these exclamations and doubts, Varoka just had a blank expression and growled: "Quiet!"

Under his prestige, the discussion and noise were terminated, but every silver-skinned man around him felt different tensions and pressures.

"Before this, I was just guessing, but why is it you, Feynman!"

Varoka pushed away the figure in front of him, walked to the front of the team, and looked at each other.

"Why can't it be me?"

Compared to Varokka, Feynman looked very relaxed, even smiling slightly.

"I am not being self-deprecating. There are no more than three people in the world who have such authority, who can secretly arrange all this, who can accurately grasp the lifeline of our civilization, and then strike!"

"And I am the least likely one, right?"

Feynman stroked his cheek and said.

"Let me guess, next sentence, are you going to ask me why I do this?"

Varoka widened his eyes, but before he could suppress his anger and ask, it was as if Feynman saw through his heart and said leisurely.

"You are my most satisfied student, Varokka, can you guess why I do this?"

"Why?"

Varoka panted heavily in his nose, and asked with a heavier tone word by word, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.

Being able to have the highest authority and disintegrate the entire Barbarian Civilization from within, it already represents the other party's position in the Barbarian Civilization. The Great Speaker of the Barbarian Civilization is one of the highest-ranking people in the world!

Although there are other forces and figures that can compete with him, there is no doubt that the Great Speaker is the one with the highest prestige and status in the entire civilization. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a great man of the entire civilization. He has led them through countless crises!

However, what no one expected was that he would be the one who destroyed the entire civilization in the end!

"Why?"

Great Speaker Feynman knocked on his forehead, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and then turned into a kind of indifference: "There is no reason, this is just a choice, Varoka, if you destroy our civilization, you can gain power and immortality, what will you choose?"

"Unfortunately, you may not be satisfied with the choice I made, but it is the one I am most satisfied with. The power of civilization is too weak. A virus, an accident, a small parameter change may lead to our destruction, and sacrifice these in exchange for powerful power and immortal life"

"I am civilization!"

Feynman looked at Varoka and smiled again: "Of course, it can also be us. We reconstruct the definition of civilization. It is not impossible to rebuild glory on the ruins. Do you want to join us?"

He stretched out his hand. On his skinny and silver skin close to the bones, there were circles of black lines lingering from his fingertips, forming a strange pattern on his palm, like a row of closed eyes.

"Varoka, you are my most satisfied student. I now invite you to go to the next civilization era, a great civilization created by us and in line with our wishes. In the future, we will all become"

Chi!

The bright white energy beam flashed in the air, and Feynman, who was talking, was stunned with a slightly excited expression. He looked at his chest, a big hole occupying two-thirds of his body, exuding a burnt smell.

"You're crazy!"

Varoka held a weapon and gnashed his teeth: "Then stop here, go and confess to those dead souls!"

The overwhelming attack instantly submerged Feynman, and the exoskeleton armor protecting him was cut off by an invisible force, revealing the hideous face underneath. A green shadow emerged from the air.

This is a tall human figure, with green patterns all over his body, and several streamers that penetrated into the void appeared behind him. His figure was agile and flexible, giving people a feeling of full power.

In the hand of this figure, there was also an invisible light blade as thin as a silk thread. The moment the figure emerged, the half of the giant underground space he faced seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, with countless dense deep scars. The monster in it was dismembered into pieces of meat as thick as fingers before it could react.

"Success!"

Varoka just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a black arm sticking out from behind the fallen exoskeleton armor, with countless large and small eyes on it, which were rotating.

"Gene.Armor?"

The first two words still had Feynman's accent, but the rest turned into a muddy roar. A tall monster with arms was dragging the lower body of a worm. It had no facial features, only a row of T-shaped eyes, accumulating surging anger.

"You dare to refuse this gift!"