Joe sighed incessantly.

He finally had a full understanding of Medland, of these ancient beings, of the current natural disasters, and so on.

Mr. Sherlock inquired about the news that Medland was a feedlot?

Sure enough, it was a pasture used to raise storage tanks.

"So......" Qiao looked at Gatekeeper No. 1 thoughtfully: "If I'm not mistaken, those splendid civilizations in the past, almost all the knowledge was destroyed, and it was also your handiwork?" ”

Gatekeeper No. 1 took another sip of wine: "No, it's not destroyed, it's just that it's stored by us, and ordinary people are not qualified to touch it." ”

With a light snort, Gatekeeper Number One looked at Joe and said very seriously, "With your current 'smartness', you should be able to think of why." ”

Joe nodded.

He could certainly think of why.

Look at the base chariot that Salian controls, a masterpiece of the ancient goblin civilization.

A single base chariot can create a large number of powerful war machines in a short period of time, forming a torrent of steel to sweep across the land and obscure the sky.

Those goblin demon puppets, those demon puppet light cannons, are even more lethal.

But for Al, such an advanced weapon should not exist at all.

El - They wish that all the humans of Medland fought with sticks and stones.

The more primitive it is, the more it requires the strength of the individual.

The more cruel it is, the more it forces individuals to practice frantically.

Only crazy cultivation, only cruel war, only the most primitive and bloody war that relies on physical killing, can a powerful transcendent ...... emerge from it Epic...... Legend...... Demigod ...... Eventually, a god-level storage tank will appear!

If everyone uses today's hot weapons to kill, if the effectiveness of extraordinary combat power on the battlefield is minimal, if extraordinary combat power is the same as ordinary soldiers, they will be easily killed by powerful magical weapons......

Who would spend huge amounts of resources, waste countless amounts of money, spend countless amounts of energy, and work hard to cultivate?

Even if there are high-level people in the empire who understand the benefits of cultivation, and there are people who have the luxury of cultivating the powerful power, long lifespan, and long youthful vitality that cultivation brings, they will still work hard to cultivate......

However, lacking enough base and insufficient pressure of bloody killing, it is hard to believe that there will be enough god-level storage tanks for the cultivation of few high-level people in the empire.

Therefore, destroy the glorious achievements of past civilizations and return the farmyard of Metland to its primitive......

Think about it, those goblin demon golems use the amazingly lethal light cannons, what a high-end technological crystallization.

And along with these magic puppet cannons, the most advanced thermal weapon used by the countries of the Metland continent is actually the flintlock rifle...... In some countries, arquebuses are still used!

Whether it is a flintlock rifle or an arquebus, through Joe's personal experience in the war, we can know that these primitive gunpowder weapons have extremely limited lethality to the extraordinary, and the real main combat power of each country still falls on the extraordinary existence in the army.

Not to mention, there is also the existence of the Abyss Battlefield, which forces countries to continuously invest huge resources year after year, and build a powerful and extraordinary alliance army at any cost.

Joe sighed.

He looked at the abyss gate under his feet and said in a deep voice, "Then, the abyss consciousness ......"

Gatekeeper Number One looked at Joe solemnly: "When I was awakened and learned that you called yourself 'Crimson', I knew that the claws of the All-Knowing had actually reached into Medland. ”

"Then, the emergence of the abyss consciousness is by no means accidental."

After pouring a large sip of wine, Gatekeeper No. 1 said with a serious face: "When we created the world of Medland, in our setting, it was impossible for these three continents to give birth to self-consciousness. ”

"Without this feature, without this setting, this is something that should not have happened at all."

Joe narrowed his eyes: "But that's the case, the abyss consciousness appeared, and he took the initiative to help those exiled masters, or rather, those gods, returned to Medland, directly causing the current natural disaster!" ”

Gatekeeper Number One looked at Joe bitterly: "So, I woke up a few old friends, and according to our analysis and speculation - the All-Knowing, He can influence Medland, we don't know what went wrong, but obviously, He can influence Medland. ”

In Joe's mind, the figure of Laprahi came to mind, sitting on the crimson faceted crystal in Joe's mind, 'Rat-ta-ta', smoking his little pipe.

"Maybe it's those who are in control, and of course, with their wisdom, they may not cooperate with the All-Knowing...... Because they were born in Medeland, and they have nothing to do with the world we originally inhabited? ”

"But who's for sure?"

"Perhaps, there is another traitor among us...... For example...... Hill Church! ”

Gatekeeper Number One looked at Joe very seriously: "All-knowing, just give them a little knowledge, it is enough for them to ...... Do tricks and feet in the Abyss Continent. ”

Joe's eyes widened as he looked at Gatekeeper One: "You guys, didn't detect any useful information?" ”

The color of the gray face of the Gatekeeper No. 1 darkened slightly: "The manufacture of Medland has exhausted our strength...... In this new little world, sealing and expelling those who control us is even more seriously injured. ”

He muttered to Qiao angrily, "It's the year 1,380 of the Glory Calendar...... We have only been asleep for more than 1,300 years...... We now have less than a thousandth of the strength we had at our peak......"

"We're sleeping, we're recuperating from our injuries, we don't have the strength or energy to take care of the outside world."

"It's not just us who are the first generation of Terran patriarchs, but also those of the second, third, and fourth generations...... These early clansmen who entered Medland with us were the most powerful fighting force of the Terrans, and they were our core backbone. ”

"They were in the front, they were more seriously wounded, and so far, many of them, we don't dare to wake them up...... Once they wake up, they will fall completely! ”

"The affairs of Medland, we all handed over to the younger generations who grew up later......"

Gatekeeper Number One muttered, "But, now it seems clear that they have failed our hopes." ”

Joe squinted his eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "Then, you should be glad that you were able to wake up from your slumber...... If my guess ......"

Gatekeeper One's face changed slightly.

The abyss gate trembled slightly, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, a statue ten miles high, scarlet all over, with sharp horns on its head, twelve pairs of huge meat wings on its back, three long tails swaying wildly behind its back, and three heads and six arms, with extremely hideous, powerful creatures walked out of the abyss gate step by step.

The body of the abyssal consciousness is completely condensed.

The abyss, step by step, stepped into Medland.

"Crimson...... You are the commander-in-chief, and I obey your command...... Now, let's go kill something, or, burn something? ”

Abyss laughed out loud.