Qiuqiu's eyes widened: "Then how are we going to fight?"
Lu Shu was silent for a moment.
…
"Play chess."
…
【F.】
Isabella stared at the terminal in front of her.
Resource mining progress, total resource transportation volume, frontline tug-of-war progress, Dream Patrol Spirit Point production speed, instant death rule trigger rate, anomaly elimination rate, Nine Nether opening progress, emotional accumulation progress...
Dazzling numbers flew by quickly, and thousands of researchers were working with their heads down. A huge three-dimensional map floated in the air, like an unfolding, giant, intertwined causal network.
"Current population: people. Based on this, multiply it by 10,000. That is the total number of people covered by the Ark when it arrives." Lin Yunting walked into the room, wearing an angel medal on his chest. Most of the descendants of the Twelve Masters are still alive in the world, and they will wear angel medals, corresponding to the thousand-year myth.
"Jiuyou has been led by Shangqing." said Xiao Lanping, a professor from Peking University.
"We don't know what to do next. We can only wait for real-time notification from the gods." said Lu Chengzhu from the official history school.
"We still don't know what happened a thousand years ago, and who our enemies are..." Qu Botao from the Psychological Counseling Headquarters said halfway through his words when he suddenly widened his eyes.
A deep blue panel appeared in front of everyone, with lines of small words gradually appearing on it.
…
[I will now announce to you what happened a thousand years ago and our true enemy.]
[Thousands of years ago…]
…
At nine o'clock in the morning on February 7, 827, everyone learned the grand scene and the truth that happened a thousand years ago.
Their eyes were wide open, and they were shocked by the revelation of the truth.
It turns out that there are no myths or angels in this world, just people like them.
It turns out that history does not hide any conspiracy; it is a huge ark that has been swimming for thousands of years.
It turns out that the Dream Patrol game is a saturation rescue. They are saviors who travel through time, not gamers who are obsessed with playing.
It turns out that the times is a visual map of cause and effect, from "one" to "ten thousand", and then from "ten thousand" back to "one".
It turns out that the gods did not usurp the throne, and the disappearance of the old gods was not persecution, but the division of ten thousand timelines.
turn out to be……
It turns out that they have a god who loves them, and his name is not Asasto, but...
Su Mingan.
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