Millie accompanied Grimm. Ever since they met the God of Media, they had never left this world.
The two of them became one of the countless commuters in the subway. Apart from the rumbling of the subway and the train attendant's announcement, there was no other sound. The huge subway was so crowded, yet it was so quiet. Everyone was holding a high-end smartphone and wearing a wireless smart headset. They were immersed in the world of machinery and media, forgetting the habit of praying that they had cultivated for tens of thousands of years in just a few thousand years.
New episodes of TV series, gossip about celebrities, the latest cutting-edge products, fashion shows, new albums, new movies, game commentaries, live sports broadcasts, news, cartoons …
Endless media information occupied too much of people's time, causing people to be excited, happy, happy, or sad in front of the screen every day. They were completely immersed in the media world, unable to extricate themselves.
For these people, whether the outside world was made up of infinite time and space, they had long become indifferent.
Therefore, they naturally would not waste time praying to the God of Time and the Empyrean God of Space. With this time, people were even more willing to rest in short-distance mechanical vehicles or watch boring news.
Machinery and media were narrowing the distance between this planet and other planets, and were also making people fearless. They despised the time and space that they once prayed and worshiped. People believed that by using the media to connect the wisdom of all human beings, they would create machines that could control time and space, dominate everything they saw and thought of, and plan the operation of the endless world.
The extremely arrogant human beings were really similar to the ancient wizards before the Second Civilization War.
"Ha …"
Millie yawned and leaned on Grimm's shoulder listlessly. Grimm, who seemed to be a different species, was holding a book. Seeing Millie like this, he could not help but say, "I told you not to play too late."
"Yes."
Millie rubbed herself against Green's shoulder. Except for the bespectacled young man who couldn't help but take a few extra glances at Millie's lazy and graceful figure, everyone else was still immersed in their cell phones until the train reminded them that they had arrived at the station.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap …
With the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, Millie, who was in a black miniskirt uniform, walked away after saying goodbye. Grimm adjusted the frame of his glasses and walked into the elevator.
It was a new day. The colleague who was holding a cup of coffee said good morning, and Grimm also took a cup of coffee. Xiao Ai was spraying water on the succulents, and a few colleagues were discussing last night's football match.
After turning on the computer out of habit, Glenn played with the pen in his hand during the short wait, turning it nimbly between his fingers.
Suddenly!
As if he had sensed something, Grimm quickly walked to the bathroom and lit the toilet paper in his hand with a lighter. With a puff, he blew out the last of the flame. The floating ashes formed a human face. It was the face of the Second Generation Sorcerer King.
"What is it?"
Grimm went straight to the point.
"The Demon-Hunting Expedition went according to your plan. In the early stages of the war, we accidentally injured an Abyss Ancestor and achieved initial victory. However, there were some accidents. Prometheus, who had activated the 100% combat mode of the Eternal Sky City, is being rejected by the dimension. In addition, there are some internal matters that need your help. It's about the exploration of the Ancient Sorcerers World Group."
"It's already at this point?"
It was much faster than Grimm expected. Grimm frowned and said, "Has it been confirmed that the Abyss is about to give up the Void Traversal Plan?"
The Second Generation Sorcerer King did not answer directly and said in a deep voice, "There are three Ancestors in the Abyss World. Two of them have been arguing endlessly about the Void Traversal Plan and the Dimensional Expedition Plan. This time, we accidentally defeated the Ancestor of the Void Traversal Plan. According to the intelligence, the Abyss Civilization's Dimensional Expedition Plan is about to start, and it's also the best time for us to return to the Ancient Sorcerers World.
"When the time comes, the Abyssal Demons will definitely die when they embark on the Dimensional Expedition journey. As for the territories they vacate, a part of them will be established by the native creatures of the world, and the other part will be distributed among the foreign races. We must prepare as soon as possible."
Due to the fact that the second-generation Sorcerer King of the Limitless Divine Alliance, where Grimm was currently at, was too far away, the ash doll continued to dissipate. Grimm slowly nodded his head and suddenly asked, "Is the Limitless Divine Alliance's Supreme Empyrean God still at the Three-Race Battlefield?"
"Yes, but according to the intelligence, the power of the few Lords around the Empyrean God has declined greatly in the past thousand years."
The Second Generation Sorcerer King's words made Grimm sneer and nod. "I understand. Let Prometheus hold on for a little longer. During this period, try not to let him appear at the historical key space-time nodes to reduce the dimensional repulsion. I still have some things to deal with here. But just in case, you have to ensure the space-time reserve of the perpetual motion machine and the Destiny Lever. I need to bring Millie and a Sovereign lifeform across the Void Traversal Plan. "
"Got it."
After a short conversation, the ash-colored man had completely drifted away. Grimm came to the desk to observe the stock trend chart, but his consciousness had already entered the world of media that was full of information.
It was as if he was in a huge pipe channel. The pipe that should have been incomparably dark was filled with life because of the surging light green runes around him. Grimm was in this channel, existing as a black hole that devoured the flow of information.
Upon closer inspection, these light green runes were actually endless 0's and 1's, and because they were moving so fast, they formed a beautiful line of light.
Between the endless 0's and 1's, Grimm seemed to be able to see the deep meaning of the information represented by these numbers. He seemed to be able to see high-rise buildings, endless starry skies, the trajectory of the football on a football game, the splatter of blood after a supporting character exploded in a movie, and the trend chart of the stock market. It was just these endless 0's and 1's that flowed past him.
But for those who did not understand the rules of these 0's and 1's, it made no sense at all.
"Welcome to the world of media. It's a pity that because of your arrival, there will be interface errors on the webpages of a few more people."
In this channel, the God of Media was everywhere. It could create everything, and it could destroy everything, but it did not dare to do so, because destroying the rules and order of the operation was equivalent to destroying itself.
At this moment, even the way it poured the coffee was so strange. Although Grimm could see that it was a cup of coffee through the rules behind the 0's and 1's, from the surface, it looked like a clip of data from a movie was cut over and fed into the strange black hole that was Grimm.
"I think we need to speed up. There are some changes in my race."
Grimm said calmly.
"Speed up? Our pace is already very fast. The Battle of the Gods has already begun, but as an old era, they will eventually be forgotten by people. At most, in a few generations, no one will remember them. I really can't think of any way to forget faster than blocking all information about the God of Time and Empyrean Starry Sky. "
Although the God of Media was very interested in the Skynet that Grimm mentioned, he had to accompany the Machinery God here to complete the rule of the Wuji Divine Union before he could follow Grimm.
"No, there is another way."
Grimm exhaled and slowly said, "That is to pronounce the death sentence on the heretics. This kind of thing is what Mages are best at. If you need it, I can help you complete it in a very short time. How about it? "
"What do you want to do?"
The God of Media asked cautiously.
"Although this world has restricted most of my power, there is one kind of power that no one can restrict. I can curse those believers who insist on believing in the God of Time and Empyrean Starry Sky to death one by one. I will let them die a natural death. It's just a few million believers, not a lot. "
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