Fu Qingjun raised his eyebrows.
"The mechanical technology and craftsmanship of modern Earth?"
Alloys, smelting, and other technologies were naturally not low.
If this was the case, it meant that the humans in the survivor camps of the entire Earth had begun to accept the protection of his "Demon Nation Civilization" and stood on the same side.
This had to be said to be a great thing.
It was very likely that the tragic sacrifice of the first Emperor Maya had made the country completely let down its guard, allowing Tang Meng to take over their laboratory.
"However, I've lost my hair again."
Fu Qingjun was sitting cross-legged in Miao Chuntang's room. His eyes were calm as he looked at the battlefield of Earth's darkness on the other side. It was fierce and bloody, and the people were grieving.
On this side, his entire body ushered in a huge change.
"After all, too many people died." He slowly closed his eyes.
Boom …
Rumble!!!
It was as if an invisible galaxy vortex was slowly spinning.
Fu Qingjun sat in his spiritual space, like an ancient, eternal god in the void. He was surrounded by vast chaotic air currents that fluctuated the fate of the world and created billions of lives. He was the supreme, great ruler … In an instant, the souls of countless mortals returned to the ancient abyss of death and returned to his brain.
My thoughts are the source of all lives.
My sea of consciousness is the place where the dead and fallen lives return to.
Fu Qingjun vaguely had this feeling. He could not help but close his eyes, counted the number, and sighed. "Too many have returned. That light ball destroyed 90% of the population of the Maya civilization."
"They were all ants before... but now, they are already living beings. They have pain, sorrow, joy, family, and friends..."
He walked to the window sill and looked down at the heavy traffic of World War II.
He could clearly feel...
Countless Fourth Realm True Gods had died in it.
And the hundreds of millions of Fourth Realm False Gods who broke through with God's Blood were weak and almost did not escape!
He had painstakingly split souls and developed the Ant Demon Nation Maya civilization, but all the crazy accumulation previously had been destroyed in a day.
The loss was heavy!
But it seemed to be destroyed, but for him, it was not just one destruction before reconstruction.
Hualala!
As the bicycle passed by, there was a newspaper seller who was holding up the daily newspaper and shouting, "Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers! Today's movement in the New World, God has opened the door to the past. Where should we, the Great Shaman Tribe, go? "
Times were really changing.
It had already subtly changed the world of World War II …
Amidst the noise, he raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight shining through the window. "The supernatural has been revived. My Demon Kingdom, through the deduction of civilization, has allowed Earth to walk out of the Earth and see the real outside world."
It was sunny here.
Unfortunately, on the other side, there was a great darkness.
He lowered his head and looked at the crowd. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable sense of heaviness, as if he was shouldering a heavy mission …
Huala!
"I seem to be the destiny of the entire civilization, or perhaps … the destiny of the entire Earth's civilization?" He couldn't help but laugh. Previously, his hair could bestow intelligence to insects and develop civilization.
But now, not only insects, but also humans …
This also meant that the entire human race on Earth would also be shrouded in his "destiny".
"Forget it, forget it. Tens of billions of people died, countless True Gods fell … What kind of changes will my hair bring this time?" Fu Qingjun closed his eyes slightly.
His brain was stirring.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qingjun woke up from the murkiness and looked at the data provided by the ancient ship.
Fu Qingjun: Fifth Realm Perfection (Sealed)
Character Card: SSR-grade Gatha (Missing), S-grade Yudura, A-grade Qin Hong, S-grade Hongqi
Gene Bank:
First Generation Antman Original Form: Beast Head and Human Body
Advanced Antman Angel Species: Red-Winged Angel, Giant Ant Dragon, Quetzalcoatlus, Black-feathered Angel …
Snail Man: Primitive Snail, Parasite Beast, Mechanical Snail …
Living Soil Creature …
…
He narrowed his eyes.
Previously, he was at the early stage of Fifth Realm. Now, he had reached Perfection.
However, he seemed to be stuck at Perfection like before. It seemed like he had to eat the soul of a Fifth Realm as a catalyst to break through and continue to break through …
Unfortunately, Fifth Realm seemed to be far away.
He kept tidying his hair and noticed his abnormality.
He started to use his hair to try to lift things in the room. Tables, teapots, notebooks … In the end, he was shocked to find that his hair could be used as a knife.
Each strand of his hair could lift a kitchen knife.
"F * ck …"
Fu Qingjun was a little stunned.
This was a qualitative change. A pen and a kitchen knife were not on the same level at all.
He also found that his hair was as tough as steel.
He could constantly stimulate his hair and make it expand crazily. It seemed that as long as he had enough energy, he could grow hair endlessly and become a giant …
"In other words, my safety is basically guaranteed. If someone attacks me, my hair will instantly grow and turn into a steel ball hedgehog that covers my entire body."
However, he continued to research and regretfully found that other than the overall enhancement of his abilities, there were no new hair abilities.
"I can only say that it's still within the range of Fifth Realm." Fu Qingjun sighed.
However, the upper limit of his hair population had been completely raised.
Previously, it was 50 billion. Now, it felt like it was 300 billion.
This was a terrifying qualitative change.
"This way, I can be more confident in starting a war." Fu Qingjun looked at the other end of the Earth. "I lost 90% of my population at the beginning, but I became stronger because of this …
"Logically speaking, the more I fail, the stronger I become.
"If this goes on a few more times, my population will increase again … Unfortunately, this is not the case.
"That's because I've already reached the limit of the fifth realm. Unless a fifth realm cultivator appears in the Demon Nation's civilization and serves as a catalyst for me to break through as well, I can only reach the limit of 300 billion people. If too many people die after that, it won't help."
Fu Qingjun was still vigilant.
If he could not defeat the other party with such a population, then he might not be able to defeat them at all.
Because after that, no matter how many people died, he would be stuck at Perfection.
"However, we do have an advantage.
"Their population is small, and they all broke through with the help of the God's Blood in the fog. Fourth Realm pseudo-gods that broke through with God's Blood are at a disadvantage no matter how big their bodies are. Currently … they don't have a True God!"
Because their population was seriously insufficient.
In reality, there were countless undead beasts infected in the fog — cockroaches.
However, these "low-level zombies" had no intelligence and were not considered mortals. How could they provide faith and aura to allow those "high-level zombies" that had gained intelligence to break through?
Therefore, they all broke through with God's Blood.
Even so, their huge bodies and exquisite civilization legacies were enough to make everyone despair, even if they were at Fourth Realm pseudo-gods in the fog.
Fu Qingjun kept sorting out the intelligence of the enemy and himself. He smiled bitterly and said, "But this is also our only advantage, right? They can't become True Gods, but we more or less have a chance … "
However, the next second, Fu Qingjun's expression gradually stiffened.
…
In an underground supermarket.
"Recite after me. The great God Gatha killed the gods and demons. We were born on the corpses of the gods and demons." Mara was still reciting history.
The fog creature that was emitting an ancient and mysterious language followed suit.
Mara put her hands behind her back and looked at the muscular giant monster in front of her. She said, "The corpses of the gods and demons in the fog have forgotten the glory of their ancestors. They are only pseudo-gods. Pseudo-Gods that broke through with God's Blood in the fog are very low-level …"
"And you don't have to worry."
Mo Luo said seriously, "Our demon race has countless common people to help you break through to the True God Realm. Your body is very big, but we have several hundred million Martial Grandmasters to help you communicate with your aura. It is a simple matter!"
Fu Qingjun's face darkened.
Did the devil enter the village?
You traitor, our only advantage has been destroyed by you. Help them become True Gods?
Wait a minute …
The newborn in the fog was actually persuaded to believe in ancient history.
Could it be that he was the traitor?
Fu Qingjun massaged his temples. He was very calm. Even he felt a headache.
What the hell?
These two traitors?
Was it your devil who had entered the village, or was it my devil who had entered the village …
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