The man turned around and his eyes almost stood up.

On this very young but covered with dark blue face, what you see is an abnormal twist.

"What am I?"

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, not as sharp as before.

"Which channel did you choose?" The person with his hands tied up looked at the screen behind the young man. "You don't let any force get the right to pass these channels. Which one is your goal in the end?"

People in the end of the world will look for opportunities to survive. These people just now thought they would die today, but the behavior of this young man gave them a glimmer of opportunity to survive.

Perhaps they could give this young man some advice or convince him to serve him? In the least, it would be OK to provide him with some information about other forces.

Unfortunately, he still doesn't understand this young...young lunatic.

“Which one should I choose?”

The young man walked over, walked into the group of prisoners, and walked to the man who was talking.

"Which one do you think I should choose?"

The man's face was immediately filled with glory, and his tied hands were supported on the ground, straightening his waist.

"There are only seven roads in twenty forces. If we set the closest to us, that is, the governor of the Spades as Channel 1, count it clockwise, and the fourth one, I think it is easiest to succeed."

What this person said made the young man slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that the person he was asking about answered very well and had a slight silence in his mind.

Seeing that the young man didn't say anything, the man became even more excited. He thought that he had hit the itchy point of the evolutionist who dominated his life. He said with a clever tongue: "No need to say the No. 1 channel where the governor of Spades is located. With him there, it is difficult for other forces to intervene. If it were you, it would be fine, but if the two strong people met, they would be damaged. We spend so many precious things..."

"Mechanical Warrior."

The young man did not look at this person's gaze and knew what he was referring to.

"Yes, it's not worth the money to consume our precious mechanical war puppets."

"Look at No. 2, the situation has been reversed by your mechanical war puppet bee. However, the remaining two forces are not weak. They will inevitably have a fierce battle, and they may test each other for a long time, or they may decide the winner immediately after the fierce battle. If it is the latter situation, No. 2 is actually the most suitable. However, I saw just now that there is another force rushing towards there, and the situation is quite chaotic and not suitable for us to start."

"No. 3, that is..."

"Talk about No. 4."

The young man interrupted the man without hesitation.

"Uh, OK." This man dared not say no. He immediately talked about Channel 4: "There seem to be a lot of forces and evolvers here, but have you noticed that they are all not very famous forces. I said I can recognize one. One is the mottled Crusader who came from the east. There are many people, but there are no particularly top experts. There is also a team full of women. I know them very well. Their name is the Women's Camp. The two people led by the White Women's Camp are Aira and the Blacks are Gianna. The battle in the Women's Camp is pretty good, but the number is not large. The other two teams are not very famous. They have been fighting for a while, and we can go over and clean them up, so...hey!"

Before the man could finish speaking, he found that the young man was walking back.

Hearing his scream, the young man turned around and said, "I thought you had a lot of insight, but what you said was not very good. Are you sure you want to call me?"

The man was stunned for a moment and didn't want to continue talking, but his desire for survival still made him nod. He also wanted to continue to use his not-so-good theories to make the young man feel useful.

The young man walked back and raised the man.

"The people who call me have become my mechanical war puppets."

That person was not sure, but when he saw the dangerous gaze in the young man's eyes, his body began to struggle instinctively.

“&*%@￥%#￥*())()&Y%^$%#@1…”

A series of unknown languages ​​spit out from the young man's mouth, and another empty hand was raised near the man's head. With the spell, a lot of metal appeared on it, but it was still sticky and looked like it had melted chocolate with many impurities.

"Let me go, what are you going to do?! I..."

The young man's hands tightened, which made the person's voice stop abruptly.

"You must be very surprised why I left you for, right? I can tell you now." The sticky metal in the young man's hand surged onto the man's body, and soon wrapped him in it. He let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground, twisting constantly, trying to break out of it, but everything was futile. The metal liquid was very sticky and soft, and no matter how he struggled inside, it had no effect.

Soon, the man stopped moving.

"You have two functions. One is to supplement my mechanical warriors. They also need to eat. You are the best food!"

Just such an ending made the others here tremble and frightened.

Amid the noise and screams, the young man continued, "The other kind is this person. You are just the food of my dear mechanical war puppets, but not excellent materials. However, if you are low-level mechanical soldiers, it will be difficult to use your evolutionary level. Therefore, you should feel honored that you will become mechanical soldiers, add to the several mechanical war puppets I lost in the previous battles, and then fight for me!"

Who the hell is willing to fight for you! You are going to make us mummies and Terracotta Warriors alive! Who can be willing!

The struggle and resistance became even more intense.

The young man walked out, snapped his fingers, and some mechanical warriors rushed into the people, and screams began to rise and fall.

"I forgot to say that it is okay to make mechanic soldiers, both living and dead people, and it is better to just die!"

The young man drew a huge circle with his hands, and a metal door appeared in front of him. Then, a large amount of metal rain began to eject from it, pouring onto the bodies of these people.

At this time, the person who was wrapped in this metal slowly stood up. The sticky metal no longer wrapped around him, but turned into his skin.

The young man turned around him twice, nodding constantly, and a knife appeared in his hand. Sometimes he cut it on the man. Soon, some sharp metal thorns appeared on his arms, legs and even chests. Even his hands turned into two one-meter-long conical weapons.

"Well, it's not bad. You'll call Ade from now on. You're my mechanics captain, do it well."

The young man muttered to himself in an abnormal tone, and without waiting for the people behind to complete the strange changes, he walked back to the screen.
Chapter completed!