？ At present, several groups from Harvard University, Cornell University, and MIT were working together to develop such a "designable substance" — an individual substance that could be automatically assembled into tools or parts.
One of the clinical results was a sheet material that could self-fold into a three-dimensional shape according to needs. Another epoch-making technology that was being developed was military equipment that could automatically change positions or become parts and tools according to operational requirements.
Their vision was that the created material would operate like a computer. The boundary between material and computer would become more and more blurred — materials combined to become a computer, and computers worked like materials.
But many designs were still in the stage of imagination and creativity.
But the metallic human in front of them was just like what they had envisioned.
The next scene made everyone even more amazed.
The golden man took out a gourd-like magic artifact and chanted an obscure incantation.
Suddenly, many lightning bolts came to life behind him. With a series of crackling sounds, they drilled into the gourd.
And he, with a shake of his body, turned into a body of flesh and blood.
The big sleeves of his yellow monk robe fluttered. He was barefoot and wore straw shoes. His body was huge, and his eyes were cold and disdainful, as if the world was nothing in his eyes.
However, his skin was slightly dark, and his nose was bigger. He looked a little like an Indian.
And after the lightning cocoon disappeared, a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress and a young man in a long robe also walked out. They gave off a kind of otherworldly aura, as if immortals had descended to the mortal world.
In particular, the woman was clearly wearing a traditional Indian dress, a sari. Bright gems, sequins, and many exquisite head ornaments, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and waist ornaments made her look even more luxurious and magnificent. The embroidered tulle was faintly discernible, revealing her graceful figure and her perfectly round and slender legs. She had a slender waist, revealing her flat belly and belly button. She looked mysterious, sexy, and charming.
"This is not an alien. It's clearly a human from Earth! And it's an ancient Indian! No, no, it's not a human. It's the True God of ancient India! "
The general of the Indian Ministry of Defense immediately said with joy,
"This is not an enemy. This is the True God's manifestation! I have to go forward and communicate with them! "
In fact, he had always been hostile to Jiang Tian and Tianqing School.
Although the relationship between the Brahmin and the Indian government was relatively distant, they were still a force in India and had many followers. Now that they were wiped out by Jiang Tian, he was very unhappy.
If West Earth was willing to support India instead of invading, wouldn't India be able to suppress the entire world?
Tang Linglong nodded and didn't stop them. However, she instructed coldly, "Tell the guests from West Earth to return immediately. Otherwise, we reserve the right to use force!"
"Put down your weapons first! Don't be rude to the gods of India! "
The Indian general snorted and retorted.
'If West Earth supports India, what does Hua Xia and Sodoni count for? Then we will catch up from behind. This isn't inferior to an extraterrestrial civilization!'
He took a helicopter and flew closer. Then, surrounded by several generals and guards, he quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Respected guests from West Earth, I'm the general of India's Ministry of Defense. I hope that we can have a friendly discussion!"
The monk didn't even look at him. He also ignored the many planes, cannons, and steel defense lines. His arrogance soared into the sky as he looked down and said coldly, "Where is Kang Tae-chu of Tianqing School? Come out and die! "
He spoke in Sanskrit, but there were various linguists present and immediately translated it.
Ye Tianren was well-versed in both Chinese and Western languages and also understood. His expression immediately changed slightly.
Tang Linglong took a step forward and said loudly through the battlefield broadcast, "Please return to your West Earth immediately. Otherwise, we reserve the right to use weapons!"
The Indian general immediately became anxious and roared loudly, "This is our ancient Indian god, Tang Linglong. If you dare to attack, India will not allow it!"
When everyone saw this, they were so angry that they stomped their feet.
Keynes shouted angrily, "Where do you think the United Nations Alliance Army is? Have you forgotten our agreement? Are you going to publicly tear up the white paper on Earth's joint defense? "
"It's just as Master guessed …"
Only Ye Tianren wasn't surprised. He only shook his head gently.
Jiang Tian had long guessed this possibility. India might have some kind of illusion that they would become the descendant faction and support West Earth.
Moreover, Jiang Tian had also said that even if India surrendered, they wouldn't have a good ending.
No dimensional world would treat humans as equal life forms. There might be a period of conciliation, but in the end, they would either be exterminated or enslaved.
Earth was too small for the dimensional worlds, and the spiritual energy was too little. Even if they recovered, they wouldn't give humans on Earth much space to live.
"We, India, have always been looking forward to and supporting the descent of West Earth! Please build a base here in India. Let's defeat Sodoni, America, and the United Kingdom that once colonized us! "
The Indian general knelt on the ground in front of the guest from West Earth and worshiped him with a fawning expression.
He said with a fawning expression, "On behalf of the Indian authorities, I convey to you that we are willing to be your most loyal believers and slaves!"
The other Indian generals and many guards also knelt on the ground. Their eyes were pious as if they were looking at a true god.
The Indian people were very magical. They were superstitious about reincarnation and were polytheistic. They believed in all kinds of gods and didn't pay attention to reality. There were many unimaginable things.
There was once an old man in India who believed in Lord Shiva. He abandoned his wife and cultivated diligently for 40 years. In order to pursue the descent of Lord Shiva, he raised his right hand high for 40 years and never put it down. As a result, his right hand became diseased and was like a withered branch. He was in great pain, but it couldn't change his belief.
At this moment, seeing this miracle, they immediately wavered and prostrated themselves in worship, willing to be slaves.
"Worm! Weak worm, you want to be my slave? " “
The person dressed as a monk bent down and looked down at everyone. He laughed strangely and said, "Do you know what my slave is like? Do you think you are worthy? "
This time, he actually spoke in English, very fluent English.
"This …"
The Indian general was confused and stunned. Deep in his heart, there was even a little anger gathering.
He was a general of a country after all!
In this country, his words carried a lot of weight. Even in the world, he had a lot of say.
However, he was not worthy of being their slave. That was too arrogant.
"Remember, ants are not qualified to be the slaves of the gods of West Earth!"
The monk laughed out loud.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand. Lightning erupted and enveloped the Indian general, instantly turning him into ashes.
The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant. It was extremely fast. In everyone's intuition, it was the monk who stretched out his hand and the General of India disappeared silently from where he stood.
The other Indian generals and guards were stunned.
"Open fire!"
Three seconds later, seeing him slowly raise his hand again, a guard reacted and screamed as he fired at him.
The others were also awakened by the gunshots and opened fire.
The monk raised his hand, and the bullets floated in the air motionlessly. They could not hurt him at all.
"Human weapons are so low-level! They have no souls! "
The monk raised his hand and pinched a bullet. He sized it up with interest and grinned.
Boom!
He stomped his foot and the lightning around him exploded like a waterfall. In an instant, all the Indians within a kilometer radius were turned into ashes and disappeared from the spot.
The monk shouted, "So that you will know when you die. I am the monk of Leiyin Mountain, Xiang Long! This woman was Ai Lian, an elite disciple of Tingyu Tower. This handsome young man was the Guardian Elder of the Changshen Sect, Luo Ming! Kasyapa Guru was one of his disciples! “
The Guardian Elder of the Changshen Sect! Kasyapa Guru's Master! "
Everyone looked at the young man in shock.
Brahmin was the descendant of the Changshen Sect on Earth. This man was the Guardian Elder of the Changshen Sect and his status was much higher than Kasyapa Guru's.
The young man's face was handsome and his skin was fair.
However, his eyes were as indifferent as an ancient well without any ripples. It was unknown how many years this old monster had lived.
The Guardian Elder Luo Ming's eyes were cold and murderous.
"Kang Tae-chu, do you want to die? How dare you destroy my sect on Earth and kill my disciple? I will kill three million people on Earth to wash away the hatred in my heart! "
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