"Is security difficult these days?" Chen Jing asked.

The omnic nodded. "Three very powerful opposition groups have recently emerged."

"Tell me about it."

"You should be unlikely to deal with them."

"Why?"

"The area you manage is one any sensible creature would avoid. On the one hand, you're powerful, but on the other, it's bound to be the area where humans and Lich will clash most frequently after the war. When gods clash, mortals suffer." She paused, then added, "But that's not necessarily the case. Some people just seek excitement. It must be a paradise for mercenaries."

Chen Jing shook his head: "I don't like fighting. I will definitely pursue peace."

The omnic was shocked. "This is the first time I've heard the word peace from a high-ranking general."

Chen Jing laughed dryly.

He wasn't truly peace-loving; he was simply lazy. Of course, it was at this moment that Azathoth truly exemplified the true meaning of laziness. She hugged the pillow, and the pillow-chan extended its tentacles to help her move. With one hand, she grabbed Chen Jing's shirt, becoming a trailer accessory for him, and fell asleep.

"Come on, little brother. Is he on his way?"

"Yes, but there seems to be a traffic jam."

Chen Jing was stunned. How could this be blocked? He couldn't understand.

Azathoth narrowed his eyes and smiled, then pulled out a piece of squirming meat from behind him: "Want a bite?"

“…”You are the true evil god.

"Tell me about it." Chen Jing patted the omnic's shoulder. "I'm quite curious. You're level six, right? If you can't win with this kind of strength, those rebels must be cheating."

"Ah, it's hard to put it into words." The omnic gestured for Chen Jing to give her some wine. Chen Jing pulled out a bottle of liquid with an unknown name from Azathoth's arms and handed it to the omnic.

This Wei Rongjun was not picky. He took it, took a sip, and talked about the past.

"First, it's a humanist cult. Why? It sounds weird. In short, it's a human-worshiping cult. It's a very strange cult that worships the Human Emperor. They can do anything and act so confidently. They say I'm a traitor. Hahahaha, I'm a human?"

Then she took another sip. "Next is Mechanic Darwinism, which is pure madness to us omnics. They believe omnics are the next stage of human evolution, and they want to become omnics themselves."

Chen Jing was stunned. "It's nothing if they do this. At most, there will be a few more unrestricted intelligent machines in the world."

"The point is, they recognize intelligent machines with humanity."

Chen Jing was stunned: "Is there any difference?"

"It's impossible to ask us to be human, so they want to put human brains into our computers."

“It’s too rough.”

"The last one is against the Crisis Committee. They're a bunch of idiots. They keep shouting about reviving the imperial system, but they can't find any descendants of the emperor. How could it be that easy? The emperor could have children, but the Crisis Committee killed many of them. Although the emperor's family is special, there are probably not many left now."

"Besides arrogance and jealousy, what humans cannot give up is desire, and the desire for power is the most deadly," said Chen Jing.

RT5 clapped softly and said with a smile, "You're the only one who talks too much nonsense."

Chen Jing lowered his head in grievance: "I have to go see my nephew today, you can go and have fun by yourselves." Although it is a military fortress, there are unexpectedly many entertainment facilities here, and there is also a commercial street that you can't even think about in other places.

Chen Jing took two steps and looked back. They were all following him, intact. He felt less confident and realized what had happened—they had no money.

RT5 should have some private money, but she hid it on herself (on the boat), so who could find it?

Jasmine does have money, but she doesn't like to spend it. Instead, she prefers to save money, like an old woman.

And Eliza is a real old woman.

Azathoth pulled herself. To her, sleeping was much more important than shopping and playing.

Loki has no money. Although Fenrir says she hates him, she still follows her mother obediently. The same goes for the two little wolves. In this way, only Brunhild and the two leaders are left squatting together, and they are not the kind of people who like this kind of thing.

Thus, such a strange phenomenon has been formed. If all women could control their hands like this, how many jobs would be lost?

It is truly heartbreaking to hear and hear. The average age has reached billions due to the existence of Azathoth (Azathoth alone can average out all other gods, hundreds of billions of young and beautiful girls).

"Let's go together." Brunhilde suggested.

"I'm going to recognize my relatives, not to start a fight. Why would I go to such a large group of people to pick a fight?"

"But your safety cannot be guaranteed. What if your nephew is a vicious, burly man, or an extremist? Otherwise, how can you be in danger? After all, it's been a long time since you last saw each other."

"We've been connected for a long time."

Before Brunhild could speak, Azathoth said, "Tsk!" "You are hypocritical."

"That's right! I just want your body, I'm a slut!"

Azathoth raised his eyebrows and said, "It would be bad if you don't covet women's bodies."

"If you were human, humanity wouldn't be in such a miserable state." The title of the evil god leader is well deserved.

With a whole class of people following behind him, Chen Jing walked towards the agreed location.

…

There is a Chinese restaurant with an ancient style here. It is very easy to find because everyone here knows it. It is a rival to the Western restaurant opposite, and both sides admire each other's culinary skills.

Especially the chocolate spring rolls, which are very flavorful and tender.

The nephew chose such a place to meet, which makes people suspect murder.

Look up at the stars, eat raw monkey brains, chocolate porridge, stir-fried mashed potatoes, and medium-rare steak.

"Eat quickly!" The tall young man seemed very enthusiastic, but Chen Jing really couldn't eat even a bite.

It’s so scary (?ó﹏ò?), this is the realm of dark cuisine.

So Chen Jing looked at Fenrir: "Come on?"

The naive girl nodded, and then was fed a table full of food. While eating, Chen Jing had to accept the advice of the person sitting next to him twice, because Fenrir's posture was so exaggerated. He opened his hands left and right, quickly pouring dish after dish into his mouth. After eating, he stood directly on the table.

A tough life needs no explanation.

Cheng Mulin was also stunned: "Uncle, your daughter?" He looked at Fenrir and then at Chen Jing. It didn't look like her, but there was a possibility of adoption.

Chen Jing shook his head and pointed at Loki, who now looked dignified and beautiful. "Her."

Obviously, Cheng Mulin had misunderstood. He looked at the beautiful Loki in surprise, then looked at Chen Jing jealously: "Hurry up and teach me!"

“…You’re beyond help.”