Foolish God Palace is located a thousand miles to the southeast.
Towering Gothic black and white churches, some thousands of meters high, stand like tombstones on the white sand beach.
At a glance.
They are densely packed and occupy a very large area.
At the center of these churches stands a white tower in a circular, stepped shape.
Soaring straight into the sky, standing quietly.
Beneath the tower is a massive stone base, resembling a clockwork wheel.
Countless slaves, bound by chains, were struggling to carry the chains and slowly turning the base, which was nearly ten thousand meters in diameter.
Most of these slaves were tall, one-eyed, fat blue men—the gluttonous soldiers of the Demon-Eating Civilization who had been eliminated.
The remaining varieties are more complex.
Trolls, minotaurs, monstrous rats...
There were even a few scattered humans...
Of course, these are all summoned soldiers; no player has yet been reduced to being a slave.
At this moment, at the top of the church closest to the white tower.
A woman dressed in a pure gold nun's robe.
His expression was calm, yet conveyed an air of authority.
She watched silently as the slaves below toiled under the whips of the black-and-white-robed overseer nuns.
And behind this nun in golden robes.
Then stood a woman dressed in a bright red nun's robe.
After watching the slaves grind the millstone for a while, the nun in the red robe slowly spoke.
"The Ska civilization was basically wiped out; that human race was incredibly powerful."
"With the Tower of Babel's current charging level, it's simply not enough to cause any damage to that human lord. Should we still fire tomorrow?"
“Shoot, why not shoot?” the nun in the golden robe retorted.
"Alright, you're the empress now, you're in charge."
Upon hearing this, the nun in the red robe sighed.
"However, it's all meaningless..."
"Instead of wasting the energy of the Tower of Babel, why don't we just send out a war corps and wipe out that human territory?"
The nun in the golden robe replied calmly, "In that case, we would truly be facing humanity head-on."
"Isn't it like this now?" the red-robed nun chuckled.
"no."
The nun in the golden robe gave a slightly indifferent chuckle.
"Who can prove that it was our Tower of Babel that launched the attack?"
"So you don't want to confront the human race head-on, yet you still want to launch useless attacks. What's your motive?" The red-robed nun really couldn't understand the logic behind it.
"I don't want anything in return. I am the Empress, and I make the decisions."
The nun in the golden robe said bluntly, "I just want to shoot humans. If I can't kill them, I'll keep shooting until they die!"
"Fine, fine..." the woman in the red robe said speechlessly.
However....
The two nuns were admiring the scenery and chatting.
Suddenly.
A message popped up in the civilized chat channel.
[Erica (High Nun): Reporting to Your Majesty, the Babel Tower Observatory has detected a large number of primitive humans appearing in the northwest. They are moving at an extremely fast speed and are expected to arrive at the Iron Pants Church on the edge of the territory in one hour.]
The emergence of this news.
The two nuns at the top of the church were somewhat stunned.
The red-robed nun quickly realized what was happening and said with amusement:
"Well... you're not planning to face them head-on? They're already charging in..."
The nun in the golden robe suddenly turned cold.
"Have the War Repair Corps stand by."
"At the same time, make those slaves run faster. In half an hour, I need the Tower of Babel to be fully charged so I can blow up those primitive people."
Upon hearing this, the nun in the red robe was somewhat taken aback.
"No way, in half an hour, more than half of these slaves will be ruined..."
"If it's ruined, it's ruined."
The nun in the golden robe spoke in a cold voice.
"These slaves are too ugly, it's time to replace them with humans."
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The Palace of the Foolish God.
The departure of the seven-digit number and the number eighty-eight.
The Palace of Fools fell silent once more.
Seeing that Tank Bull was clearly relieved, Li Qingyu also lost interest in evolving it again.
This is because it has already undergone three random evolutions.
Therefore, to evolve Tank Bull again, you need eight evolution points.
Although eight evolution points weren't much to Li Qingyu, he still felt it wasn't worth it.
It's obvious.
This cow has evolved distorted.
Even with further evolution, the chances of it going astray are still relatively high.
Thinking of this.
Feeling somewhat bored, Li Qingyu tentatively used the Yao Lan Simulation on the ox.
Suddenly, a series of texts appeared on the screen in front of Li Qingyu's eyes.
[The Yaolan system is starting up... Startup successful!]
[Simulation in progress....]
On the first day, you were born.
Born in a vast, black palace, you see your master inside—a man who has lost both legs, handsome yet effeminate.
[You chose to act cute towards your owner; you stuck out your tongue.]
You're dead!
[The simulation has ended. You can choose one reward.]
1. Low-level attempt at being cute.
2. Extremely annoying.
Looking at the simulation results, Li Qingyu was utterly speechless.
Damn it...
He died on the first day.
What is this supposed to be simulating? It's not even as good as the old man at the gate...
As for the rewards he would receive after the simulation, Li Qingyu didn't want to choose any of them.
This shows that if the Yao Lan fragment weren't only A-grade, it would be quite powerful, no less so than Pale or Crimson.
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