How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 710 - 711 Talk 1

Chapter 710: Chapter 711 Talk 1

In the process of popularizing science, the collectors paid attention to the reaction of the patriarch of Shuntian.

Otherwise, it is very difficult to infuse everything into the other party's brain for fear that the other party will go crazy and let an individual whose worldview is still limited to the circle of the sky to understand what the universe is.

In the end, the popular science was successfully completed, and the suzerain of Shuntian did not go crazy.

After the popularization of science, the collectors don't care how much the patriarch of Shuntian understood, as long as this indigenous person can have a basic concept.

"Do you know why I want to let you know this?" The collector asked.

"I don't know about Shangling. Please make it clear to the god of Taizhu."

Knowing the body of Amoeba and the boundless power, the patriarch of Shuntian regarded Amoeba as a race in the realm of gods, and even changed his name.

Although the collector repeatedly denied that they had nothing to do with God, the suzerain in Shuntian did not change his words.

If it is not God, why can we do what only God can do?

The ever-changing ability of the collector also coincides with the image of the god that Shuntianzong believes is invisible. In the past, only the invisible and phase was the 'heaven', but now there are more collectors of Amoeba.

"It's been said that I'm not a great god..."

"To let you know this, I hope that there are several representatives of your race to correctly understand our intentions and follow our instructions."

"Now that you know it, you can wake up."

When the patriarch of Shuntian heard this, he was stunned. As soon as he wanted to say something, he felt that the soles of his feet were empty, and he suddenly fell down, and then fell into a big pool.

The suzerain of Shuntian, who was immersed in liquid, instinctively struggled. As he danced, he touched a barrier.

The barrier was very soft, and he kept groping along the barrier. The suzerain of Shuntian finally confirmed that he was encapsulated in a soft container.

The patriarch of Shuntian struggled to tear open the barrier and suddenly exposed it to the air.

"Pha--!"

Like jumping out of the water, the suzerain of Shuntian instinctively discharged the liquid from his mouth and respiratory tract out of the body.

"This, Where is this place... cough..."

The patriarch of Shuntian looked around, and a dark environment was projected from the light source above, forming a circular smooth surface on the ground. Thanks to the light source above, the patriarch of Shuntian also could also see his surroundings clearly.

In the dark, the ground is a round surface, and the light source from above is projected. The center of the surface is a piece of meat, which looks soft.

"What are these...?"

The patriarch of Shuntian subconsciously glanced at his body, the dry meat film on the ground, and suddenly came over. Those meat pieces were probably the same as his, a soft container.

"The first person to wake up seems that you are the most qualified one among these people."

Suddenly, an inexplicable voice sounded.

The patriarch of Shuntian was shocked, and then became alert, looked around, and was ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

"Who?"

"I'm a collector."

The inexplicable voice responded.

After knowing the source of the sound, the suzerain of Shuntian relaxed and saluted in one direction, respectfully asked the body of the meat pieces in the smooth surface.

"God, what are these?"

"It's your kind. They are still sleeping and can wake up after a while."

The Shuntian patriarch, who received a definite answer, calmed his heart. He was not worried about what would happen to his peers who were still trapped in the meat membrane, because if Amoeba wanted to kill them, they would never live.

Such a desperate gap made the patriarch of Shuntian not worry, but only in awe.

But looking at the number of meat membranes, the suzerain of Shuntian Sect feels that there is something wrong. If a person is trapped in a meat membrane, the number is too small. The number of Shuntian Sect alone is not only this number, not to mention the other two sects, and the wild road of self-understanding.

"...Our people are more than that, what about the others?" The suzerain of Shuntian asked hesitantly.

"They are placed elsewhere, and you and these are selected."

The collector's answer removed the last trace of worry from the Shuntian patriarch.

Soon after that, the meat film was broken one after another and penetrated into the natives of the planet.

"Pha--!"

"Cough, cough..."

Coughing one after another, just listening to the sound, I didn't know which hospital specialized in colds.

These are all seniors in the field of strange art, and the other two suzerains are also among them.

If the younger people who practiced strange magic see their embarrassment now, I'm afraid they will be shocked.

When they recovered, these old people in the field of strange art stood up and looked at the surrounding environment. No one looked panicked, because the collectors had explained everything to them in their dreams.

After all the indigenous people had woken up, the darkness around began to recede, and the light gradually filled the surroundings.

The patriarch of Shuntianzong found that they were in a large closed space, and there were a lot of eyes on the barrier. These dense eyes stared at them straight, making their hearts fury.

The inexplicable voice sounded again.

"We are the Amoeba civilization that came from afar. This is a formal meeting between our civilizations, and you will diplomatic with us on behalf of your civilization."

"I didn't intend to intervene, but because of special relations, we now give you two choices, one is to submit and become a vassal civilization under our jurisdiction, and the other is to refuse. We will wash away all your memories of us, including all relevant information about strange arts."

The collector finished his words and returned to silence.

Shuntian suzerain did not answer at the first time. Although they did not understand what 'vassal civilization' meant, it did not prevent them from understanding the concept of 'vassal', and they could also understand all the memories related to the cleaning of strange art.

After discussion, a man took the initiative to come out and stared at the eyes on the barrier.

"Do we have a choice?"

"Yes, choose the first one, and you will know more. Choosing the second one is to take the initiative to give up the right to know everything. There is no psychological pressure. Either way, it will not die, and it will not be directly related to the demise of your civilization. You can make a choice at ease." The collector replied.

As soon as the word "destruction" came out, the heartbeat of Shuntian patriarchs seemed to slow down by half a beat. From this answer, they could understand the two meanings. One was that Amoeba did not intend to destroy them, and the other was to imply that Amoeba had done something to destroy them.

"Death..."

"You are simply a threat...wow!"

Before the speaker finished speaking, he was held by the people next to him and deprived him of the right to continue to speak.

"Hit up! Who allows you to be presumptuous in front of the great gods!"

In addition to blocking the voice-out people, many indigenous people at took the initiative to apologize respectfully to the eyes on the barrier.

"I also hope that the gods will not blame him for his great disrespect."

The eyes on the barrier looked at them, and the answer was still as usual, and nothing had changed because of what had just happened.

"Don't put any pressure. We are more rational than you. Let's make a choice."

'Choice' was placed in front of a group of old people in the field of strange art again, and they were silent.

"..."

After a long time, the patriarch of Shuntian spoke.

"I... I choose the first one."

Other old things did not object and agreed to this choice by default.

"It's a wise choice."

In the closed space, the inexplicable voice has no joy or sadness.

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