"Disguise the biochemical world first, and take the opportunity to crash into Amoeba while they are in action."
"but.."
Lin An frowned slightly and looked at Klein:
"Moving the biochemical copy here will affect the amoeba, right?"
Klein was the second to express this idea, which must have advantages and disadvantages.
As expected, Klein smiled bitterly and nodded heavily:
"The existence of copies is actually very complicated. Lin An, I can't explain it clearly in a sentence or two. You can understand that different copies are different memories. After the biochemical copies are integrated here, the amoeba world will also happen.
Big changes.”
"I don't know what will happen. And compared to connecting the channel and luring the wizard into the biochemical world, the second method is to put the battlefield here."
"Not only that.."
Having said this, Klein suddenly fell silent and turned to look at the temple outside the black tower.
"A lot of people will die, right?"
Lin An calmly took over what Klein didn't want to say.
Accidents will occur during the fusion, which will affect this place, and it will be used as a battlefield, and people will die. Not only that, Lin An can also imagine that once they do this, it will be impossible to relocate many amoeba NPCs.
The wizarding world already had a preliminary understanding of Amoeba. After entering, they found that the information did not match up. The original belief in human beings disappeared. All fools knew there was a trap.
Therefore, if they want to deceive the wizard, even if it is only for a one in ten thousand chance, they must go to the extreme.
The humans in the amoeba world, Talian's followers, must continue to stay here without knowing anything. And Talian is almost destined not to save people.
He must wait for the opportunity and watch his followers die.
In the silence, Lin An still looked calm and looked at the world outside the black tower.
"I'm going to talk to the lemmings."
"Let him die for us, for the sake of Ling'an, and perform this scene well."
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Inside the magnificent, quiet temple.
As the spokesperson of Ling'an Kingdom, Pope Lemming was kneeling devoutly in the empty hall.
The pure white marble reflects the blazing candlelight. Under the light of the fire, the sculptures on both sides of the temple seem to come alive, looking down majestically on all living beings under their feet.
Looking at the huge empty throne, Lemming's eyes were in a trance, nervously waiting for the man to arrive.
That's Lin An's position.
Their God, the supreme peace.
Even though Lin An had not appeared again more than ten years ago, and many subsequent believers had never truly seen the face of God, this did not hinder the reverence and supreme awe in his heart.
God has been watching this world, guarding them silently just like he saved them in the first place.
In the quiet shrine, the lemmings could only hear their own breathing.
Ever since he received Lin An's order, he had knelt down and worshiped here, and there were more than a million believers outside the temple, waiting with him for the arrival of the true god.
Although the long wait, and even the huge pressure and tension, made his legs a little numb and stiff. But for Lemming, this is the highest honor.
In his wild thoughts, the scene of meeting Lin An for the first time always flashed before his eyes.
Given the speed of time between reality and dungeons, it was only one year, or at most two years, for Lin An. But for him, that was already a long, long time ago.
He didn't quite remember how Lin An appeared, but he remembered that when he was the most frightened and weakest, Lin An asked him with a smile and asked him if he was willing to change his destiny.
But that conversation, which couldn't have been simpler and more casual, changed his life and the world.
He went from being a driver in a slave-hunting team, whom no one looked down upon, to becoming a pope and the most powerful person in the world second only to gods.
Such a huge change in identity often made him feel incredible, like a dream.
Even though he was so authoritative and wise in front of believers and sixteen bishops, he knew that deep down he was still the same lemming, that cowardly little person who trembled in front of Lin An.
Maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes.
Just when the lemming was thinking wildly and nervously imagining how Lin An would appear.
Sudden.
I just heard a buzzing sound that seemed to reach the depths of my soul.
"boom!!!"
The invisible pressure was like the heaven and earth collapsing, and the sacrificial flames that were a hundred meters inside the shrine suddenly shook violently. With the indescribable supreme meaning, the next second, a white light fell from the sky, and Lin An instantly appeared on the shrine.
It’s coming! Ling’an is coming!
The Pope Lemming was breathing rapidly, and his mind went blank as he lay on the ground.
He was so excited that he stopped even thinking. Like an ant, he instinctively looked at the figure on the throne.
At the same time, as the millions of believers outside the temple realized that Lin An had arrived, countless mountains and tsunami-like shouts rang out. As if they were in the real kingdom of God, the whole world seemed to melt when Lin An appeared.
One body.
Looking at the true god Lin An who was shining brightly on the throne, like the scorching sun, Lemming felt that his heart was about to burst!
Endless! Endless pressure, invincible power!
For him, Lin An's existence represents everything in the world, even space is distorted!
Compared with when he first met Lin An, he was still an ordinary person. At this moment, Lemming only felt that the man on the throne was simply the incarnation of the universe, a truth that could not be looked directly at!
"Welcome...my lord Ling'an!!"
Trembling violently all over, the lemming almost exerted all his strength and shouted in excitement and ecstasy.
It was just that he was so nervous that he couldn't say a single word he had planned. He could only tremble his lips and cry uncontrollably.
Maybe Lin An didn't know what his existence meant to Pope Lemming.
It is not only surrender and majesty in strength, not only the worship of gods. For lemmings, Lin An is the only true god who saves him, changes him, and creates him!
At the same time, Lin An, who was sitting on the throne, noticed that his pope was about to die suddenly due to excitement.
For a moment, Lin An's eyes flashed with a faint strange color, and he spoke softly:
"Do not be nervous."
"I show up this time because I have something to tell you."
........
"Supreme, great and true God! Your will is our life!"
Hearing that Lin An wanted to do something by himself, Lemming agreed without hesitation.
As long as the true gods are in need, they can even sacrifice their lives.
Mental power slowly lifted Lemming's somewhat rickety body, and Lin An also had some nostalgia in his eyes.
He remembered Lemmings, and he also remembered Lin Lan.
Thinking back to the first time I entered the amoeba world, the feeling was really trance-like.
