- Mom, I want to go home!

Although he wants to be unfazed and pretend to be indifferent, at the end of the day, Kreller is still an ordinary twenty-year-old young man.

Rebel against Amos the Great - the super-strong man who can fight Marshal Radcliffe for days and nights without stopping? Elma wanted to die, he didn't want to! If there is some value in dying, such as sacrificing for the world of Microf, then he may grit his teeth and sacrifice, but this kind of death due to internal rebellion of the alien race...... It doesn't make sense!

Klerer still remembers that when he was in the fleet, he vaguely saw the battle scene coming from afar—under the battle of the marshal, the earth, and the patriarch, one star field after another was shattered, and the planets were reduced to nothing like dust, even the stars were just a larger energy source, and the world was shattered like biscuits...... Rebel against such a strong man?

Whining...... Kreller really misses his mother's pork noodles a little bit.

All in all, when he found that things were slipping into the abyss that he could not control at all, Kreyler could no longer hold back his pretended calm face, so he could only cover his face with his hands, and said to Elma in a crying tone, trembling: "Well, can I not participate in this matter?" Can you send me back? If you really want, uh, mutiny, then it's definitely more convenient to join us Microf...... I mean, can this be considered in the long run? ”

"Yes, it's no problem to send you home."

But unexpectedly, Elma nodded decisively, and the otherworldly creature who mimicked the appearance of a human woman agreed very happily, which immediately suffocated Creller's breath and gave him hope, but then, this hope quickly disappeared, because the calm mental fluctuations sounded: "But not now." Some time ago, there was a change in the royal court, and now it is a state of martial law in the whole realm, if it is me alone, it is fine, but if I want to take you, it will be extremely troublesome, and those pursuers can easily smell the smell of any non-Amos soul fluctuations. ”

As she spoke, Elma looked Creller up and down, her eyes narrowed, "--Of course, it's not absolute for me. It's just that you have to do something for me, and I'm willing to pay the price and send you away. ”

Really?

Crylor, who was still crying, immediately perked up and recovered. He knew that the most important thing was coming, the other party deliberately rescued him, communicated with Yan Yuese, and even bluntly told him that he was going to rebel against Amos the Great, then there was absolutely no reason to let himself go - let's not talk about whether the other party would keep his promise after finishing things, and now he can only cooperate.

Thinking of this, Klerler couldn't help but ask, "What is that really going on?" ”

Elma couldn't help but take a serious look at Creller in front of her, and she found that the psychological quality of this human individual in front of her was unexpectedly good. Not everyone can quickly wake up from a long slumber of the soul, immediately accept the current situation, and try to fight for their own opportunities and take control of their own destiny. While it is true that Creeller will show some frustrating behavior, in essence, it is an emotional up-and-down that no living creature can avoid.

After all, it was Amos the Great - it was strange not to be afraid, but it was better to say that Kreeler was normal like this.

And being heartless and heartless who can quickly recover from negative emotions is also a very important advantage, which means that his inner essence is very strong, at most, the shell is a little brittle.

"It's really simple."

After making sure that Kreller really didn't have any other thoughts, Elma raised her hand and could see that the translucent tentacles that made up her body began to emit a faint blue light, accompanied by a small teleportation fluctuation, and a small box appeared in its hand.

Placing the box on the slowly protruding bone plate in front of her, Elma's demeanor became solemn, and she slowly opened the box, revealing the essence of the things stored in it.

Clayler looked up curiously, and then he saw a silver light.

It was a transparent mass that appeared to be just a pillar of light, but was actually a real 'substance', and it was placed in a rectangular bone box, about fifteen centimeters long and seven centimeters wide, filling every trace of the box.

Looking at the small pillar of light in the box, an incomparably familiar aura came to his face, Clarer blinked, looking at the light in shock, he raised his head, stared at Elma in front of him with a face full of surprise, he subconsciously whispered: "Do you know what this is?!" ”

"Yes, it's part of the exchange system terminal that your Lady Micro is spreading across the multiverse."

Putting the box in his hand as a treasure and placing it safely on the bone table, Elma raised her head and looked at Clarer, who said calmly: "According to the propaganda of your Mycrof civilization and the feedback of all the races that have used this thing, this exchange terminal contains most of the knowledge and technology of your Mycrof civilization, and its advanced degree even surpasses ours...... I have worked hard and paid a great price to obtain a small part of this repair terminal from the hands of a small civilization. ”

"You want to acquire the knowledge and technology to use against Amos the Great?"

Clerler couldn't help but raise his voice: "Are you sure?" ”

- This eldest sister...... Maybe it's the big brother, it's hard to guess the gender of the life in the other world, maybe there is no gender yet...... Anyway, there's something wrong with this guy named Elma, right?!

Not to mention that it is inexplicably going to rebel against Amos the Great, it is just to repair the pillar of light and exchange the system...... This kind of thing is in Clerler's memory, but it is a legendary creation made by Generalissimo Radcliffe himself! The power and technology contained in it are simply not something that ordinary legends can crack!

Elma's strength looks mysterious, but it is definitely not to the legendary realm, at most it is a relatively strong extreme intention, what does it use to crack it, and what confidence does it have?

"Yes."

Elma did not hide her purpose at all, and said bluntly: "Although there is still an insurmountable distance between me and the earth, I believe that if I can obtain the knowledge in the repair pillar of light, the probability of success in the resistance will at least increase from one in a trillion to two in a trillion, and as long as it is possible to improve, I will work hard to do it." ”

"It's just that you, Mrs. Micro, have set up extremely strict permissions for the exchange of light pillars, giving repair light pillars to various races, which can only be used by Mrs. Micro and each race itself, and some of the exchange light pillars I obtained at a great cost will never respond to my call after passing on a small part of the basic information of 'McCrof Lingua Franca' and 'Microf Civilization'. As it happens, I happened to pick you up, and you're a pure-blooded Mrs. Micro. ”

Saying this, Elma nodded slightly, and said proudly: "I have successfully copied your body through the information about your bloodline recorded in the sphere that preserves your soul, resurrected you, and even optimized it...... And I will also send you out of the royal court in the future, and give you a path back to the sphere of influence of the Mycrof civilization, but before that, you must assist me in extracting the relevant knowledge in the exchange pillar, which is the transaction and contract. ”

Hearing this, Klerler also understood.

The other party intends to use him as a transit point for extracting information, and he is responsible for redeeming it, and then hand it over to the other party.

This kind of thing, in fact, McCrove has long thought that the exchange system and the repair light pillar strictly correspond to the corresponding race, and the exchanger will also be detected whether he has suffered mental manipulation before the exchange, and has transformed the cognitive organs, and it can even directly detect the fluctuation of the soul and analyze whether it is voluntary.

If it's not voluntary, then I'm sorry, the exchange system doesn't serve, if you want to use the strong, try to see if your fist is broken first, or this seemingly weak repair pillar of light is broken first?

By the way, in the current battle record, it is the repair of the pillar of light that wins.

“…… I can cooperate. ”

After thinking for a while, Clerler muttered, "Even if you deceive me, I don't really have any other choice...... Only, can I know why you are rebelling against 'Amos the Great'? I don't know why, I can't trust you wholeheartedly, or believe your lies. ”

- He is the supreme power of your race.

Thinking of this in his heart, Creller raised his head, and the black-haired young man who was born in the empire looked extremely serious.

He was Lady McCro, born after the legend of Israel the Great, his childhood was spent in one black current after another, and he was raised under the protection of countless imperial soldiers - the priests of the church opened schools to teach him to read, the emperor of the imperial capital reduced taxes, new policies allowed him to join the army to support himself, he was given the opportunity to become a transcendent under the 'Otherworldly Exploration Program' set by Master Nostradamus, and he was trained under the banner of Count Radcliffe.

Klerler has seen many strong people pay to protect the Microf civilization, the Seven Gods, Pope Eagle, Master Barnier, Lady Faina, some protect their homeland, and some cross the endless void with many soldiers and come to the distance - he really can't imagine why an individual of a civilization would want to rebel against the strong in the civilization, in his cognition, in common sense, every strong person is a hero, they are incomparably great people, they advance and retreat with civilization, Kreller can't think of a reason why he should go against them, Even if this is a hostile race that wants to rebel against a hostile powerhouse, it is the same.

So, the young human youth stared at the otherworldly life, and Creller looked at Elma seriously, waiting for the other party's reply.

Noticing Creller's expression, Elma blinked—her mimic appearance became more and more human—and the Amos was silent for a moment, then abruptly asked, "What's your name, little Microf?" ”

"Cler." Clarer immediately replied, originally there were only the two of them in the whole room at this time, and they still communicated with spirit, 'you and me' were enough, but the other party wanted to know his name, and he would not refuse.

"Very well, Creller."

Sitting on the chair, Elma crossed her legs, and she said calmly, "Do you know that the war between the Amos Court and the Thakur Annihilation Order has been going on for fourteen thousand years. ”

Noticing Creller's shocked eyes, Elma shook her head slightly, and then continued to say calmly, "It seems that you understand this concept. For 14,000 years, thousands of generations, the sole purpose of our civilization is to overwhelm and destroy another powerful civilization.

"We shrink our clothes and diet, we save money, we invest our bones and blood, we sharpen our hands and feet, we burn the world and the stars, and we devote the limited time of countless people's lives to this bottomless pit with no end - all this has lasted for 14,000 years."

Speaking of this, Elma smiled indifferently: "But there is actually nothing wrong with this, the Emperor is right, if a civilization does not have a strong opponent, then it will quickly degenerate into a weak - but the problem is that our civilization has not become stronger for a long time. ”

"Wang Ting's technology has been stagnant for many years—the last revolutionary technological advance, 'Instantaneous Hyperspace Leap Without Fluctuations', was 1,270 years ago."

Elma's tone remained calm, but Kreller could sense a slight sense of anxiety and sorrow in the other's mental fluctuations, and the Amos continued, "Even the victory in the war is ...... Whether it is victory or defeat, we have not achieved it for a long time, we have been in a stalemate with the Order for nine hundred years, the struggle between us has even changed from a hot war to a cold war, we have expanded our armaments, we have built fortresses, we have built a chrono containment at the border, we have confronted each other across the border, but we have not had a full-scale war for a long time. ”

Speaking of which, and then there is silence.

After a long time, Elma slowly continued, "We stopped improving. And the process of civilization and race survival in the multiverse is to sail against the current, and if we do not advance, we are going backwards. ”

Clarer frowned, staring at the otherworldly creatures in front of him, and Elma also raised her head and 'looked' at Mrs. McCro, who whispered, "I can't accept that our civilization is gradually becoming weak, we must be strong, always strong, otherwise, we will be sorry for the bones we have buried, whether they are compatriots or enemies." ”

- So, I want to reverse all this.

"After I made up my mind, I chose to become a 'scientific research individual', determined to serve the royal court with my talents, open the prelude to a new era with new technology, and start a technological revolution. But the war did not start, the R&D momentum gradually dripped down, my funds were always misappropriated, and I am not a thousand-year, 10,000-year-old peerless genius, I can only waste a hundred years, except for a little development in biotechnology, there is simply no achievement, I just feel that I am useless, simply a waste. ”

"After that, I learned from the pain and understood that only strength can get the right to speak, so I chose to change my job to become a 'fighting individual', determined to use my own force to expel the alien race, break the balance, and wipe out the Takur Annihilation Order, so as to make the kingdom stable and the civilization glow with a new spirit. However, I did not become a 'general' (the royal court's name for the legendary level), and finally became an ant, I touched that boundary, but my heart could not be stabilized, and I could only linger on the edge and wait...... I couldn't turn the tide of civilization on my own, and it felt like fate. ”

"In the end, I was still struggling, I became a 'universal individual', wandering the entire realm of the royal court, solving all the problems I could, I saw the suffering that was going through within our civilization—the increasingly strict newborn policy, the civilian facilities that had not been repaired for a thousand years, and the dilapidated spiritual construction—so I was determined to help every Amos I met, and I wanted to make the suffering less than the other, but the manpower was poor, and the royal court was so vast that I could help one place, how could I help all?"

"If anyone can, then there is only the 'Emperor'."

After the long mental fluctuations ended, Elma raised her head, and she muttered in a complicated tone: "Three hundred years have passed, and I have begun to think about and summarize our civilization. ”

"What is the result of the summary?"

Klerler couldn't help but ask about the result, he and Elma were in contact at this time, and he could directly experience the confusion and sorrow of the other party, which was true and true, without the slightest lie.

"We're not wrong."

"Nothing wrong?!" The young captain of the Microf opened his eyes wide, and he only felt incredulous: "That's right?!" ”

In his opinion, the social structure of the court of Amos can be said to be simply strange - a civilization structure that divides the entire population into 'scientific research individuals', 'combat individuals' and 'general-purpose individuals', and all policies are all for war, for the emperor's personal desires.

"That's right." Elma lowered her head, and she glanced at Creller faintly: "It's us who are wrong, and the Emperor himself. ”

"We, the 'Amos Civilization', are built on the unity of the Emperor, and we are carried on the back by the Emperor, and He drags us forward, so we move forward, and if He stops, we also stop. We, the weak who are carried by others, have no way to change the strong who have stopped. ”

Hearing this, Creller had roughly guessed what Elma really thought, he swallowed his saliva and whispered, "So, you decided to ......"

"Yes, so I decided to rebel."

Elma crossed her fingers and placed them on her lower abdomen, and she now looked completely like a translucent Lady Micro woman, and the Amos whispered, "I am looking for an opportunity to break away from the court of Amos." We Amos must leave and become an independent civilization, not be carried on the back of the Emperor and forever be dragged along by the weakling. ”

"The Emperor has prevented all disasters for us, and we only need to pay with our lives - this transaction is so unfair, even if we Amos die, we must be conscious and have our own faith to 'sacrifice'! I can accept that I gave my life for civilization, but I can't accept that I am a tool of the Emperor, a soldier of the Emperor, a pawn of the Emperor playing the 'game of civilization', and I deserve to die! ”

Speaking of this, Elma's tone gradually became excited, and she could see her humanized joints turning white, and her body was surrounded by materialized magic fluctuations, and the Amos said word by word: "We can fight, we can sacrifice, but this is for the advance of civilization and then to fight, and sacrifice, not for an order of the Emperor!" ”

"We are all Amos - although we are not as strong as the Emperor now, who knows in the future? We can worship the emperor as emperor, but that doesn't mean he can treat us as pawn slaves! ”

At this moment, Creeler, who was spiritually connected to Elma, seemed to be able to hear a voice.

- We are all strong! We are not playthings, we are not 'pitied'! We are not the low-Amos of yesteryear, and we would rather die than the future!

The strong will not be willing to be led by others, they all have extreme self-confidence and self-esteem, they may respect another stronger strong person, and keep chasing each other's footsteps, but they will never willingly pounce under them.

"I'm not enough alone...... I may not be stupid, I'm still a genius, but I'm definitely not that genius, so I need external forces, I need your Mrs. Micro's exchange system, I need your skills. ”

Elma slowly stood up, and she walked up to Creel, who stood calmly in front of him: "Creeler, I need you to help me. ”

This is not a plea, it is not a command, but an absolute equality, an absolute mutual respect.

It's a deal, it's a contract.

One room, two people, a communicative mind, sincerity without lies: this is a place where there is no need to lie at all, and where no one lies.

- I will help you, resurrect you, send you back to your homeland, and even help you become stronger, and you will help me, help me to obtain information and knowledge, and help me go further on the road of 'rebellion'.

At this, Clerler took a deep breath. He bowed his head.

At this moment, the young captain thought of a lot of things...... He thought of Marshal Radcliffe, of many other legendary powerhouses.

He recalled the fire that happened in his hometown in the Black Forest a long time ago, he remembered that he was looking at Joshua who was subverting the world in the distance with his 'adoring eyes', and he remembered his own thoughts at that time - it was the extreme worship and awe of the legendary powerhouse Joshua van Radcliffe.

But this is wrong.

We can respect, we can chase, we can want to be strong.

However, we cannot worship.

Because worship is the farthest distance from understanding, if you want to become an independent strong person and an independent individual in the future, you must not 'worship' them, but believe in them, follow them, and become them.

"Yes."

Creeller whispered to himself, "I can be a legend too, just as you want to rebel - maybe it's very unlikely, only one in a trillion, but you have to act and go from zero to one in a trillion, that's infinite progress...... It's also a rebellion. ”

To inferiority, to the impossible, to self-pretending to be clever, to deny their future rebellion!

Klerler raised his head, and he also stood up - because of the mismatch between the soul and the body, the sharp pain hit again, but at this time, Kreller didn't care, he looked at Elma, and said seriously: "There is an abyss in front of you." ”

"What's the solution?"

The Amos stretched out her hand, and she said as a matter of course, "Even in the face of the abyss, I refuse to give in. ”

"Amos the Great has made our civilization and our race grow into such a state, and each of us is a strong person who has been selected from the bones of countless compatriots, so we are in this nature."

"This is the nature of our civilization, our race, we chase the strong, we chase victory, and we can only be strong, we can only win - we are in nature, the more difficult, the more challenging, the stronger, the more expected."

- Even if I was crushed by the Emperor and thrown into his nebula reactor, even if I was nothing more than a knife on a chopping board, it was better than giving up and kneeling at the 'impossible' prayer - we Amos are a heart-beating stone, ruthless, vicious and ferocious, even if it is a white blade against the throat, we will never give up!

"Is it possible that our Mrs. McCro is cowardly in nature?"

Klerler sneered, even if his character was not strong, and even often depressed, recalling his mother's food in his hometown - but out of pride in his own civilization, pride in his own race, he would never bow his head at this time: "Then, I will help you—a one in a trillion possibilities, enough, as long as you double it dozens of times, hundreds of times, one day, it will become one!" ”

"In that case, the contract is established!"

Following the link of hearts, the two reached an absolute soul contract.

Now that they had decided to cooperate, there was no time to waste, and Elma immediately took out a large amount of life energy crystals that had been prepared, and after throwing the crystals into the pillar of repairing light, Kreller reached for the silver flash placed in the box.

"Confirmed, the available redemption point is 30134...... Switch to the Skill & Item Zone...... The conversion is successful and the list is generated. ”

The repair pillar of light is small, but it is complete, if it is to exchange the contents of the battleship, it may be difficult to do, but if it is just a simple technical information, it is no different from the intact one, according to Elma's request, Kreller began to exchange the information she needed.

In fact, these technologies may not be available to the Amos, but with Elma's authority, there is no way to contact them, let alone use, modify, and try to improve them, and the knowledge that is open to all civilizations in the multiverse in the exchange system can effectively help her bypass the obstacles brought by qualifications and permissions, and can enrich Elma's technical accumulation.

And most of the technology that Elma needs is not very secretive, most of it is related to 'teleportation' and 'basic private construction', it seems that she really sincerely wants to take a group of Amos out of the protection of Amos the Great and leave the royal court to survive alone.

Time flies, the exchange point is used like flowing water, Elma has carried the life energy crystals several times in a row, and it can be seen later that she is already quite painful - but there are not many opportunities, this time she can finish things at once, so don't leave it for next time, so even if her face is cold, she still resolutely handed over the pieces of life energy crystals to Kreller for exchange.

However, suddenly low, Kreller stopped the exchange work in his hand and froze in place.

"What's wrong, Kreller? Didn't find it in the exchange light pillar? Or is there something wrong with your body? ”

Startled, Elma subconsciously stretched out a dozen tentacles and groped her way around Creeller to see if something was wrong - but she soon froze in place.

"Uh......"

Pale and sweaty, the young captain sensed a familiar aura from the repair pillar of light, and a rather playful command, Clarer swallowed his saliva, and then chuckled softly, "I'm afraid...... I won't have to go back for a while......"

"I'm sorry, Elma, I'm afraid you are too."