"We need to borrow your superior wisdom. In terms of battle, we Wisdom Machines have an innate and irreparable disadvantage. That is, we are not proficient in the art of war. This causes us to only use the most primitive form of fighting in groups. That is why the Speaker sent an emissary to the human race to ask for the support of the human race's war masters," Karl explained.
Yang Xuan was enlightened. He then asked, "How do you know that the human race is good at fighting?"
"In the Wisdom Machines' huge database, there are records of the human race's wars. The history of the human race's evolution is a history of war. You have extremely superior art of war. No other race can compare to you."
Yang Xuan was speechless. He didn't even know if Karl's words were a compliment or a mockery.
Indeed, not to mention anything else, the Blue Planet had been struggling to improve since the birth of the human race. From this point of view, it really was true.
"Alright, I accept your suggestion. Let's go to the mechanical city ahead." Yang Xuan didn't want to argue with Karl about safety. Anyway, with his cultivation, it wouldn't be a problem for him to sweep through everything.
Karl immediately carried out the order and gave the order to move.
Thus, the black mass of Wisdom Machines took to the sky again and flew toward the city thousands of miles away.
A few minutes later, they landed in front of the city. Before Yang Xuan could say anything, Karl stepped forward and shouted at the top of his voice, "Warriors of Pearson, the righteous side has come to crusade against you. Please send the appropriate number of people to fight."
Yang Xuan almost fell down as soon as he landed.
Sister, what's wrong with you?
However, before he could say anything, he was stunned to see 10,000 combat robots of different colors flying out from the sky above the city. They arranged themselves neatly in a square formation and came up to greet him.
A strong robot flew out and said loudly, "General Belial under Lord Pearson accepts your invitation to fight. He will send ten thousand warriors to fight."
Karl flew over to Yang Xuan and said, "My Lord, please give the order."
Yang Xuan looked at the scene of the two robot armies confronting each other with a dumbfounded expression. After a while, he asked in a daze, "Do you usually fight like this?"
Carl said matter-of-factly, "Yeah."
Yang Xuan pointed at the other side, then pointed at himself, and said weakly, "But they have a hundred thousand men, and we only have ten thousand. If they send out their entire army, won't they defeat us?"
Karl asked curiously, "Sir, why would you have such a strange idea? Could it be that different numbers were allowed in war? Isn't that too unfair? "
Yang Xuan was about to go crazy.
Fair?
Fairness my ass. This is war. This is war. If you want fairness, why don't we all sit down and play rock-paper-scissors?
Now that he had nothing else to say, he could only wave his hand weakly, indicating for Carl to move aside and let him be alone.
However, Karl obviously misunderstood. He took Yang Xuan's gesture as an order to attack, and turned around to lead the charge.
The great battle broke out in this stupefied state. In a short period of time, twenty thousand robots from both sides erupted into an incomparably cruel war, blood flowing like rivers. The intensity of the battle was intense and explosive, more spectacular than any blockbuster film Yang Xuan had ever seen.
How should he put it!
Yang Xuan felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping in his heart. He was full of complaints, but he did not know where to start.
Can you imagine two people fighting in a war, and one of them was defeated, and his enemy actually ran over to help him up, and the two of them continued fighting?
Can you imagine a fight between two parties, both of which were one-on-one? The winner would just stand aside and watch his comrade continue to fight without cheering for him?
In short, Yang Xuan had never imagined that a war could be fought like this before he saw such a scene.
How was this a war? This was more like a child's play, a game.
Speaking of which, all of you are equipped with such powerful weapons, but you fight like children. Is it really okay?
Yang Xuan felt that his complaints were about to go off the charts.
Seeing that the battle would not end in a short time, Yang Xuan decided that he might as well turn a blind eye and not be bothered by it. He turned invisible and entered the huge Mech City alone.
As soon as he entered, the scene in front of him made him want to complain again.
The city was peaceful and sunny. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, as if the battle outside the city had nothing to do with them at all.
Yang Xuan resisted the urge to complain in his heart. He spread out his Divine Telekinesis and began to search the entire city.
Not long after, he found his target in the building in the center of the city.
It was a life form with the same appearance as Yang Xuan. He wore a purple robe and had a cold expression.
When Yang Xuan appeared behind him, this guy did not notice and was watching the live broadcast on the big screen in front of him with great interest.
Seeing how interesting he was watching, Yang Xuan could not help but cough twice.
"Ahem!"
The man was obviously shocked. He looked at Yang Xuan with a face full of surprise. He frowned and asked, "Which team do you belong to? Why are you here?"
Because they had the same appearance, he obviously treated Yang Xuan as his own kind.
Yang Xuan asked him, "You're from the Purple Hell?"
Only then did the man realize that something was wrong. Purple flames appeared in his eyes and he said coldly, "Who are you? How did you get here? "
Yang Xuan looked at the purple flames in his eyes and asked, "What's your name? What's your position in the Purple Hell? "
The man said sternly, "Who are you? Why are you participating in the battle here? "
The two of them were talking at the same time. Yang Xuan was very impatient and suddenly reached out to grab him.
The man was shocked. A large amount of purple flames appeared on his body. He clapped his hands and a thick pillar of fire rushed towards him.
Yang Xuan wanted to test the power of this pillar of fire. He did not dodge and went straight for it.
Boom!
The bursting flames scattered in all directions, leaving a dark mark on the empty metal wall.
Other than that, there was no other damage.
Yang Xuan was a little disappointed. The power of this pillar of fire was only equivalent to a Mystic master's attack.
It was no wonder that they had to resort to instigating a rebellion after failing to invade the artificial intelligence race and being chased away.
Did such a weak race really know the secret of the Heart of the Universe?
After the flames dissipated, seeing that Yang Xuan was completely unharmed, that person was extremely shocked and let out a huge cry of alarm.
Yang Xuan grabbed him by the neck and said coldly, "What's your name? What's your position in the Purple Hell? What are you looking for when you invade the Intelligent Machinery race? "
"Ugh …" The man could not breathe under Yang Xuan's grip. He struggled with all his might. At the same time, flames appeared on his body and rushed towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan waved his hand and the flames dissipated. He was about to ask another question when he suddenly stopped.
Then, he grabbed a wisp of purple flames that was dissipating. He looked at it and his eyes were filled with confusion.
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