"Oh?" Wang Hu raised his eyebrows, and his two thickly colored eyebrows were like two long knives. The slight change in the face of a person with this kind of appearance makes people feel domineering. "Master Michelangelo

,What does this have to do with that gentleman from the Red Crescent Cross Society?"

Michelangelo slowed down his speech again and said in a particularly solemn tone, "In the server, there are clear distinctions between screeners and connecters. For example, the internal space of the server is like the structure of a heart, divided into left and right ventricles.

.On one side of us are the Connectors. As for the miraculous existence of the Chosen One, some people say that they are all minions of the Overclocking God. They are not limited to Connectors or Screeners, as long as they have the hidden attribute of God

Those who are favored will be absorbed by the Overclocking God. These people are also the resources that major servers are vying to attract!"

"I understand that the three types of human beings recruited, namely Connectors, Screeners, and Chosen Ones, are actually two camps. The difference is that the Screeners are relatively dispersed internally and belong to major servers. And the same is true for Connectors,

What's more important is that there is no contact between the connecter and the screener." Wang Hu clapped his hands and said, then his movements stiffened and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Isn’t this the relationship between centralized power and local princes?

In the history of the real world, this is the case with the French Empire in the Middle Ages. King Louis of France granted the land to major lords and knights. These local princes fought against each other and were controlled by the central government.

Recently, in the history of China, during the Shang, Zhou, Eastern Han, and Western Han dynasties, the emperors established various princes as kings. Once the royal power declined, the vassal states attacked each other and internal strife continued. Either a new emperor would be born from them, or they would be defeated.

The torrent of history crushed it.

There are countless such examples!

Michelangelo nodded and said, "It seems you have figured it out, so Storm Lord and I..." He suddenly made a gesture, slammed his two fists together, and then clenched his palms together.

.

Wang Hu took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart and said calmly, "That's why you joined forces, but you also said it. There are strict barriers between the connectors and the screeners. How is it possible..."

What he said was extremely vague. People who didn't know better thought Wang Hu was playing charades with Michelangelo. However, both parties understood what the other was talking about. You must know that in the overclocking world, everyone is under the surveillance of the overclocking god.

!

Just by using keyword searches, you can get a lot of information that is not conducive to Overclocking World and the Lord God. Otherwise, those who leaked Overclocking World in the real world will not die.

Wang Hu's face was already a little pale due to blood loss. At this time, it was even more rare to be like a blank piece of paper. He never expected that Michelangelo would actually say these things to him. Every question focused on the entire overclocking world.

The core secret!

Then it is obvious what Michelangelo, Digital Matrix, Storm Lord, and the Red Crescent Cross are going to do. These people have the same purpose as Adam, which is to escape from this world! Get out! Get out!

Michelangelo ignored Wang Hu's expression. With his current status and strength, he didn't worry about anyone leaking these secrets. If someone didn't know how to understand things... the dead can keep secrets best.

He continued talking to himself, which was not a way to release stress. "To be honest, everyone will have such an idea after entering the overclocking world and not being driven crazy by this endless killing."

"After all, 99% of the human beings recruited are not the kind of bloodthirsty perverts or serial killers who enjoy killing people. Even if there are these two types of people, they have a limit of endurance. Killing a thousand is different from killing ten thousand, there are still people to kill.

I will vomit by nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!”

"We have been planning this kind of thing for a long time. We started preparing it almost a long time ago when the Storm Lord had not been promoted to a connector and I was just an ordinary screener. During this period, countless people died, some of them were unknown.

Some people were purged by the Overclocking God because they accidentally leaked information, and some were purged because they failed during the mission."

"But more people were killed by the same kind of screeners!"

"Despite this, we continue to strive for the same goal, just like moths to a flame."

Hearing this, Wang Hu bowed slightly, straightened up and chuckled, "So, sir, what do you need me to do?"

Switching from "you" to "sir", the change in the title shows Wang Hu's attitude! In fact, it is not without flattery. Michelangelo's strength is enough to kill Wang Hu twice. Furthermore,

He was also very interested in Michelangelo's plan. It seemed that this plan had been planned for a long time and the number of people involved was staggering.

If Michelangelo succeeds by chance, please note that it is a fluke! No one dares to do anything under the nose of the overclocking master, so Wang Hu is also very cautious and will not bet his own name!

Since someone was rushing in front to grab the meat from the overclocking god's mouth, I didn't mind following behind and drinking some bone soup.

Although Michelangelo's expression has not changed much, he has always looked proud and proud. However, the hand holding the Spear of Longinus has veins bursting out. One can imagine the agitation in his heart. Don't talk about this kind of thing.

Once you do it, even imagining it makes your blood boil.

This is just like a group of people preparing to assassinate the President of the United States. It would be false to say that you are not nervous or afraid, but being able to kill the leader of the most powerful country today is so exciting that you can’t help but imagine it!

"Smart guy!" A hot thought surged through Michelangelo's heart like a volcano erupting in his blood vessels. The more such people participate in the plan and the deeper they go, the greater the chance of success! Even if

There is a 0.00001% chance, which is enough to affect the entire result!

"But -" Wang Hu's tone suddenly changed and he said with a smile, "Whether it is the real world or the overclocking world, everything has two sides. Where there is a spear, there is a shield. If everyone does this, they will definitely come out to stop it.

.For example, those chosen by God, those recruited who are unwilling to lose their power, and various forces... Mr. Michelangelo, you have chosen the most difficult path!"

"Your courage and perseverance are admirable, but I have to doubt the possibility of our success. You also said before that we can't escape just by destroying the plot engine, so what should we do?"

"According to you, the entire plan must be implemented at the same time, in different plots, in different locations, with unified actions. So how can this be achieved?"

Michelangelo hesitated slightly, suppressed the surging excitement in his heart, and said word by word, "Of course there are special means!"

After that, a transaction request suddenly came to him. Wang Hu accepted it in a daze, and then a neat row of transaction items appeared in his retina.

Those things are actually alarm clocks made of brass! It’s just that these alarm clocks set to exhibition status are quite strange, at least even a well-informed person like Wang Hu has never seen them before.

Then specific information came up on the retina:

【Flint Box Alarm Clock】

Model: unknown??

Mirror material: fire dragon wood

Shell material:brass

Size:18x80x29mm

Item description: High-quality fire dragon wood frame, metal paint shell, long-lasting and beautiful clock face. But it has no hands and no time numbers. We call it the clock of time. Many people in Ertistan need an alarm clock every day.

To wake up, the louder the alarm, the better.

But this magnificent city was destroyed in a terrible rune war a long time ago, just like most of the land under the magnificent barrier. Despite this, one person survived: a man named Kieran

Magician.

Kieran's magic affected his perception of the passage of time, and by the time he realized his mistake, Ertistan was reduced to a smoldering ruin.

Kieran barely has time to grieve his great loss when he learns that his dangerous research has a cruel side effect: time delay syndrome. This incredible disease has granted him immortality, but also destroyed him.

His consciousness is separated from the time it is currently in. Now he is mentally floating in time, from any point in time he has experienced to the present, but cannot affect future events.

The most painful thing about this curse is that Kieran is first exposed to the past of Ertistan, and the rest of the time is stuck in the desolate ruins of Ertistan.

So he invented this device, which does not rely on alarm bells to wake us up, but relies on candles to shine and let the light stimulate our eyes. When the time set by the user is up, the spring-loaded mechanism of the alarm clock will be

Trigger, releasing the flint gate to light the candle.

"The most painful thing in life is knowing you are going to lose something, but it hasn't happened yet." - Kieran.

It is this strange-looking thing, generally rectangular in shape. It is more like a decorative box with intricate carvings than an alarm clock. It should be filled with cosmetics instead of a half-burned candle.

This thing is quite strange. It does not rely on an alarm to wake people up, but uses a light source!

Michelangelo looked at Wang Hu steadily, staring deeply at him, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his mind. After Wang Hu read it, his expression returned to normal, calm and smiling.

"Sir, do you want me to join your plan?"

Michelangelo nodded without hesitation, "Actually, the direction of the Brotherhood Without Banners is not wrong. There is indeed a plot engine in the temple deep in the Ionian jungle, but their methods and purposes are wrong."

Yes! You should not rely on your own strength, but let nature take its course!"
Chapter completed!