When the light of the teleportation dissipated, Su Ming found that the situation in the Temple of Knowledge was slightly different from what he had imagined.Rows of bookshelves soar into the sky, and the floor is filled with books and scrolls, leaving little place to stay.These are the stories of the gods, where their origins, growth, and fall, as well as their joys and sorrows, are recorded.Compared with the dimensional demon gods, the second-generation gods are closer to humans, they have stronger and more intuitive feelings than humans, they will be happy and sad and rarely hide it, which is why Su Ming doesn't hate them very much.I don't hate the kind of test product.Although many of the gods look down on mortals because of their own strength, once you show that you are no less powerful than them, they are super quick to admit it.They are very knowledgeable about current affairs, and their long life has endowed them with extraordinary wisdom.It's just that many gods didn't have a chance to change their minds after discovering that the God Butcher Gehr was not easy to mess with, and the gods who were found by Gehr were basically eaten by the black sword.The Temple of Knowledge sounds very lofty, but in fact it is equivalent to the household registration center of all the ancient gods and second-generation gods in the universe, if you want to come to find some rare magic or advanced technology, then you have come to the wrong place, there are no those, only all kinds of stories.The fire in the building was not large, and even if a secretary and scroll were ignited, the rate of burning was much lower than that of ordinary paper.They smell pretty good when burned, with a kind of ink aroma."
Oh my God, space folding technology?"
Pym was a little emotional, and his ant head spun around, constantly admiring the special environmental technology.Each of the bookshelves here looks like skyscrapers, and the bookshelves and the gaps between them make up a city as big as New York, where there are more books than the stars in the universe, and the whole building is far less big from the outside.Su Ming knew that this was an occupational disease, but Pym also looked at it, and it was completely impossible to understand space folding technology based on the current scientific and technological foundation of human beings.There is nothing a primitive man can do when he sees a spaceship except sigh a few words, and it is impossible for him to fly into the sky.There's a fight over there. ’Strangulation sensed a tremor, and it silently transmitted the information into the host's mind."
In that direction, go!"
Su Ming didn't doubt the words of strangulation, and immediately let the cloak fly towards him in that direction.Passing through the rows of bookshelves and over stacks of books, the flames spread slowly, and from time to time sporadic symbiotes climbed down from the heights of the lightless place, almost like lickers in Resident Evil.Su Ming broke away from the team of several people, but it was enough for Monac to take care of the newcomers.He turned a corner and saw an emaciated old man, slamming a symbiote's head with a giant book.The symbiote is not afraid of punctures and slashes, but it is generally resistant to blunt force blows, and such violent concussions occur on the head, which is not something that ordinary offspring can withstand.The old man looked thin, but listening to the thunderous sound of the blow, he could tell that almost every stroke of his strength was about 100 tons, and if the enemy hadn't been for the symbiote, he would have died a long time ago, and he might have been smashed into the ground.The old god was dressed in a blood-stained cyan robe, and he was fighting monsters and talking trash in an elegant and easy-going manner, the meaning of which was not entirely translated by the cosmic translator, but to the effect that he was greeting the enemy's immediate family and saying that he was going to stab the star into the chrysanthemum of their mother.Su Ming knew at a glance that the symbiote wanted to flee for its life, it was surrounded by flames, and it had no intention of fighting.It did make the wrong mistake, for the old man was bald, Mediterranean-like bald, with a firelight shining from the top of his head, and long white hair fluttering in the wind.The hunchback on the back seems to have a pot on its back, and there are two pairs of transparent wings on it, which looks like a dragonfly's.The old man may be a demon spirit from some planet, so Su Ming decided to call him the old goblin for short.Seeing that the old man was not in any danger, and he had a place to inquire about information, Su Ming suspended his palm and smiled: "Sure enough, the bald head and the crit, the ancients did not deceive me." ”The old goblin didn't look back, as if he had eighty yuan for every time he slapped the enemy with a big book, and he didn't stop for a second: "You have time to say cool things, bang!"
Why don't you hurry up and help the old man, bam!
Don't you see that I can't kill it?
Bang!
”"What's in it for me to help you?"
Su Ming was still floating up and down with his arms in his arms, taking the opportunity to talk about a condition."
This is the Temple of Knowledge, you come here to flee, bang!
Either it's a quest for knowledge, and bam!
Listening to your tone so lightheartedly doesn't look like it's running for your life, bam!
Then as a Temple of Knowledge Administrator, I have all the knowledge you need, bam!
”"Well, okay, but you just shoot it with a book, why do you have to dub it in your mouth?
Every time you slap it, it 'bang'?
”Su Ming slowly drew out the Night Greatsword, letting the X metal flow to the blade: "The output is all by roaring?
Are you the legendary Dr.
Bang Bang?
”The movement of the old goblin's hand paused, his mouth opened and closed tightly, and the symbiote suddenly wanted to escape, but he stepped on it with his foot and slapped again: "What kind of god are you?"
The god of bad jokes?
The conditions have been promised to you, can you help me or not?
”Su Ming rolled his eyes, staggered out from behind the old goblin, the giant sword in his hand just thrust into the symbiote, and the strangulation flowed down the sword body like a waterfall, and the symbiote on the ground disappeared in the blink of an eye.He pulled the giant sword and put it on his shoulder, shaking his head at the old goblin: "I am Deathstroke, the Supreme Mage from the Earth of the Solar System. ”It didn't waste much time cleaning up the enemies in the library, most of the symbiotes ran away after the fire, and Su Ming probably swept around before Monak and the other two arrived.At this time, the old goblin was standing the huge book on the ground, and he was sitting on it gasping, and the wrinkles on his face were huddled together, and he looked very tired."
Ahem, damn symbiote, damn Gehr, they don't know how important the information here is, it's not good to parasitize people, parasitizing that madman didn't mean you, although it is rare to be able to leave the symbiote host of the home planet, there are still hundreds of them in the universe."
Su Ming shrugged, it was not surprising at all, the original base of the symbiote race was not small, and as parasites, they spread very quickly.As he listened to the old goblin's scolding, he bent down to pick up a few books and scrolls and flipped through them, swatting out the flames with his hands.In addition to the stories of the gods, the most of them are the stories of the planets, whether they are naturally formed or artificially created, whether they are the result of continuous prosperity or destruction, will be recorded here.Not every god has the ability to create planets and life, and there are many gods who want to shape their own planet and their own families, but they don't have that power.The Almighty City has a shared Creation Temple, where the Dawn gods left a method from billions of years ago, and any god can use it to shape his own planet like a simulator, and then put it into the universe, and then slowly cultivate its evolution and development over millions of years.Of course, it's not free, and borrowing this wonderful device means paying a lot of money, such as serving the Almighty City for tens of thousands of years.I'm afraid that this kind of thing can only be played by gods, so that Su Ming will spend millions of years squatting and waiting for the planet to take shape?
If you are not careful, the newborn planet will still 'die suddenly'?
It would be better to kill him, he doesn't have that patience.Su Ming waited for a long time, but he didn't see the old goblin get to the point, he was impatient.He took out a cigarette and stuffed it into the old goblin's mouth, and helped him light the fire: "Okay, as a symbiote host, I've long been unpleasant to Geer, now let's start the Q&A session, like where can I go to kill him?"
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