Dr. Osborne walked to the table, picked up a piece of calculation paper, and drew two points on the calculation paper.

Pick up a short pencil and connect the two points:

"This is the normal way for the energy of the professional system to take effect. It requires external force and there will be corresponding routes."

Then tear off the other half of the calculation paper, draw two more points, fold the calculation paper so that the two points on the same side are superimposed, and then poke the pen tip to pierce the location of the two points:

"This is a divine particle. It has no route and cannot well distinguish the way external forces act. However, because of the characteristics of the divine particle, it only retains the starting point and the end point, and does not have a 'transition' stage. This is why

There will be rumors on the mainland that gods are omniscient and omnipotent, from cause to effect, and from effect to cause, that is, the power of God.

We have experimented with teleportation from one end of the continent to the other. The time calculation tools we currently have cannot measure the change in time. If measured purely by distance, the speed of space teleportation has exceeded the speed of light, so do you understand?

"

Kyle nodded heavily and looked at Dr. Osborne with strange eyes. Dr. Osborne was not angry, but just snorted and said:

"Let's talk frankly, Kyle. We goblins are different from any other race on the continent. If we insist on saying we are similar to anyone, then it is probably only... you!

After all, you are the same as us. If our memory comes from the "civilized memory" that the world's will draws from unknown sources, then you can understand what we are talking about from the beginning...

Do I need to emphasize it again? Compatriots from the same starry sky, at least, that's how it is in memory, right, Kyle."

Kyle was silent.

Yes, he understands.

No wonder when seeing Wandong City, it always feels strangely familiar.

No wonder the goblins' style always gave him a subtle sense of disharmony.

…

If the civilizational characteristics of different civilizations depend on the history of that civilization, then when the goblins, a group of creatures directly created by the will of the world, are implanted with memories from civilizations in other worlds... they themselves have become that

The continuation of world civilization.

This is a good example of why goblins are so out of tune with other races.

If the dwarfs' industry is mainly based on alchemy...

The industry developed by the goblins is actually more like transplanting the human civilization into the game.

In a daze, he remembered that those top academics in the past had a lot of fun complaining about planning after they changed their jobs to mechanical warlocks. In reality, science and engineering are already such a headache, and they still have to do this in the game.

Now imagine it from another perspective...

Tsk tsk, Mother of the World, I seem to have discovered the great power you have hidden!

The joy of having a glimpse of a corner of the world made his expression become a little more serious.

To this world, gods are like higher-dimensional beings.

If low-dimensional creatures want to harm high-dimensional gods, the price they have to pay is extremely cruel. It can even be said that... most races cannot do it.

Of course, there are exceptions to this. If you master some items from higher dimensions, there may be a slight chance that mortals can harm gods.

A paper person drawn on a piece of A4 paper cannot harm human beings.

But if it is a weak and cute kitten, although the possibility of killing a human is almost zero, there is still a one in ten million chance, right?

To the goblins, the Chosen Ones are the high-dimensional fragments dropped by the gods. They collect the flesh and blood after the arrival of the evil gods, deeply integrate them with their own cells, and the reforged Scarlet Sword also has some high-dimensional characteristics.

.

Therefore, when he fights against the Chosen God, or even the gods who will come in the future, the two high-dimensional fragments will echo each other due to their special characteristics, which will cause the "low-dimensional" Shenhua Continent to warp.

At the moment when the fierce collision between the two reaches its maximum, as long as Kyle can exert enough power, he can offset the influence of the God's Chosen One and the descended Saint's body, thus——

Bring the power of God to the same level as yourself to fight!

This is the truth behind the artifact-killing weapon. It is a murderous intention prepared to cut down those misbehaving gods, and it is the "magic" from higher dimensions.

"You always make me doubt that I am no longer myself." Kyle couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He was basically certain that his arrival in this world was the result of many plans, but he believed even more that there were more complex and unknown plans behind it.

The goblins' guess is reasonable, but they cannot be trusted entirely.

Dr. Osborne did not reply to him, but just sat on the chair, the shadow cast by his messy hair covering his eyes. After a long time, he just said:

"When we became aware of this, everyone involved was in despair.

Because the existence of higher dimensions is like a nightmare to us, and it has pronounced us doomed from the beginning. Those gods, to some extent, can really easily distort our destiny and determine our survival."

Dr. Osborne said mockingly to himself, and suddenly his tone fluctuated slightly:

"But one day, a young child appeared. He was so powerful. His appearance made us realize that we are already a group of remnants of history, and he has similar memories to us...

He even carried the aura of the Mother Goddess. At that moment, I understood that this was our end, but it was his dawn.

Do you think we are sad?

No, we were all laughing that day.

Because this means that even if the power of God comes from a higher level and is so powerful, at least it still has you and you still have a chance.

Kyle, it was you who brought us hope, so I hope you can accept our inheritance, fuse our embers, and go to high dimensions for us."

Kyle remained silent, looking at the Feixiang Sword at his waist, and in the end he only sighed.

"This divine weapon embedded in the body is the real wreckage of the evil god. The Feixiang Sword is just the debris scraped from the wreckage. You have adapted to the power of the Feixiang Sword, so now you should also have the ability to assimilate the divine weapon.

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Since the goblin civilization is gone, everything in the Ladder Plan is no longer necessary for us. Maybe we will all die here, and you will sail to a more distant future. This is our last farewell to you.

Thanks."

Kyle's eyes trembled, and a great sense of absurdity came to his mind: "Are you kidding?"

Dr. Osborne shook his head and said softly: "Only you can afford this future. Shouldn't you have guessed it a long time ago?

The reason why Endgame-4104, which is infused with the flesh and blood of the evil god, can really kill the petitioner is because only the power of the same origin can be huge enough to withstand the first big impact of the explosion, and can absorb the energy of the alchemical storm after the big impact.

, turned into an all-powerful weapon against God.

But the wreckage is limited, and the petitioners created by those guys are infinite from a time perspective. It is impossible to destroy infinite opponents with limited resources, unless one-time weapons can be turned into sustainable killing weapons.

Artifact'.

That God's Chosen One, as well as other petitioners who may have high-dimensional fragments, plunder their high-dimensional fragments. This is something only you can do."

When Dr. Osborne raised his head, what Kyle saw was the longing for a better future in his eyes. The middle-aged goblin was no longer confused. The sharpness in his eyes made him lose the simplicity of a researcher, like a silver star unsealed by a sharp sword.

So sharp.

At this moment, Kyle seemed to remember that this guy was originally a member of the think tank that decided the fate of the goblins in Wandong City. How could such a guy be cowardly?

"My child, forgive me for being such an old man. There are so many beautiful places in this world that you haven't seen yet, and there are so many beautiful things that you haven't experienced, such as peace, such as love...

The Mother Goddess must have chosen you because you will eventually choose this path.

So, go hunt those higher-dimensional beings. If you have the opportunity to see the high tides and sunsets in higher dimensions, maybe they will be more beautiful than our world?

Our goal has never been to be enemies of the gods. They are a kind of spiritual sustenance for people who are in war. What we have to do is to formulate a "code" that limits the gods. Uncontrolled power is to make the entire world

The world is forever trapped in the source of dungeon siege.

We are the last gravekeepers of Wandong City, but you are the hope of the future. You and this artifact-killing weapon are the last bullets we shoot towards the gods."

Along with a buzzing sound, the shell of the petri dish slowly opened.

"Go ahead."

Kyle was silent for a long time and stepped forward step by step. He felt that the burden on his body was so heavy that he struggled to walk.

He hated this imposed burden.

But... after seeing the world of the spiritual body, he realized that he might have been trapped in it for a long time.

When the laboratory's robotic arm lifted off his clothes and assembled the disassembled pieces of armor on Kyle's body, he only felt endless pain transmitting from his skin to his brain.

The skin is melting, the divine weapons are dissolving, slowly seeping into the skin, merging with the blood.

However, the unbearable pain for ordinary people could not leave traces on Kyle's face. The surging slime spurted out from his body. As if he was aware of Kyle's pain, he let out a mournful cry and threw his body into it.

The melted armor eventually melted into bloody red lines.

At this moment, his whole body was covered in hard armor. There was a beautiful luster flowing on those armor plates, like blood-burning red gold armor. Sharp spikes protruded on the surface of the carapace. With Kyle's breathing, the divine armor slowly moved

Ups and downs, the bones all over the body made unsettling popping sounds.

But his face looked so peaceful in the warm light, looking like a well-behaved child quietly observing the world.

But when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with coldness.

He clenched his fist hard, and the gushing slime completely engulfed the divine weapon and collapsed back into his body like a liquid, revealing his muscular upper body.

"As you wish." Kyle looked up at the ceiling, seeming to see the spreading night through the ceiling.

Dr. Osborne coughed heavily on his pale face, and a smile appeared on his face. The arc became wider and wider, and finally it was a deafening laugh:

"Go ahead. There should be stars and sea in your child's eyes. Let's run hard!"
To be continued...