Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Then the funeral.

Therefore, the current mastermind was extremely grateful, grateful that they had a soul resonance at the racial level, which allowed them to avoid the fate of directly attacking Zhou Li and being sent away collectively. But they were also very sad, sad that they were too large to hide.

but.

There were still fantasies in his heart, and the master brain comforted himself in his mind.

No matter what, he is a human. Humans cannot perceive the ancient god's main brain in the data stream. He has already done experiments.

Can survive.

The ancient god's main brain, which had left the incubator, curled up in a corner. Having turned off all the lights, he tried to find some comfort by wrapping his tentacles around himself.

Outside the door, the footsteps were as light as fallen leaves brushing against the water.

"Where is it?"

Like a child searching for a playmate, Zhou Li innocently held the colorful crystal staff in his hand. The beautiful weapon, seemingly wielded by a magical girl, was somehow stained with a sinister bloody color in his hand.

He dragged his feet and knocked lightly on the door.

“Is there a God?”

he asked.

no answer.

Zhou Li sighed with some regret, then he raised the stick and knocked it lightly.

The door broke through the wall, revealing the light outside the wall.

Looking at the empty substation, Zhou Li blinked and then returned to the corridor.

thump.

Footsteps sounded again.

Can't breathe, can't be afraid, can't think about him!

The madly trembling giant body gave the Ancient God a desperate sense of salvation. He tried hard to curl himself up, but how could he, being so small, curl himself up into a ball?

The footsteps outside the door became clearer and clearer. He now hated himself for having the vision and senses of an ancient god. He could clearly sense that the other party's footsteps were nearby, right next to him.

door.

thump.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

In the dimly lit room, the cylindrical petri dish that once held the giant creature was filled with green nutrient solution, reflecting the pale green light surrounding it. The room was filled with messy items, including some books and notes.

"Is it here?"

he asks.

The walls breathe.

Yes, breathing. The metal surfaces that should have been cold undulated like rotting lungs, oozing dark green mucus with every contraction.

What hung from the ceiling were not wires but blood vessels - thick, pulsating blood vessels with half-melted monitors hanging at the ends. The screens were flickering with snowflake noise, and occasionally distorted human faces flashed by, only to be quickly torn apart by the noise.

thump.

The sound of a stick hitting the door.

What seeped in from under the crack in the door wasn't light, but something far more terrifying—darkness was fleeing. Yes, even the darkness of the tower itself was fleeing from the stick, so that a pale vacuum formed under the crack in the door, and there was the reflection of a pair of shoes.

He's right outside the door!

The door handle turned and was unlocked, so the stick did not tear the door open.

Humans walked into the room, what a normal scene.

Walking in the shadows, Zhou Li looked around curiously. This scene, which resembled a CF biochemical laboratory, intrigued him. He walked over to a shelf filled with a large number of pharmaceutical bottles and examined the labels.

The ancient god's main brain hiding under the shelf closed all eyes, and the data stream covered his body surface, allowing him to hide in the cracks of the world.

He was right in front of him.

“This thing can’t be sold for money.”

Looking at the potion for the "Family" group, Zhou Li felt even more regretful. He sighed, looked around, and whispered, "Isn't it here either?"

Turning around, Zhou Li, carrying the baseball bat, slowly walked to the door. He glanced at the door handle, nodded thoughtfully, then removed the handle and put it in his pocket.

A door handle made of chrome magic gold can be sold for a few hundred gold coins after all.

Close the door smoothly.

Become!

The main brain couldn't tell whether the tentacles were sweat or urine, but it didn't matter to him now. As long as he couldn't find him, everything he had done would be worth it.

survived.

He survived.

The main brain trembled with excitement, its tentacles unconsciously floating gently. He did not remove his disguise, but simply breathed a sigh of relief.

Leave here and sink completely into the real world...

He slowly unfolded from under the shelf and climbed outward.

The electric mouse stood in the darkness, quietly looking at the main brain that looked like it had just been soaked in a petri dish.

The Mastermind's eyes opened.

Why is there a golden mass?

He looked at the Electric Mouse in silence.

The lightning mouse said nothing.

"Surprise?"

Zhou Li, squatting beside Him, like he was smoking on a bridge with a friend, carried a crystal stick and asked curiously, "Why were you so scared when you saw me?"

"know me?"

he asks.

Why? Why? Why!

The tentacles twisted into a ball, instinctively wanting to attack, but every inch of his nerves and even every cell was warning him.

Do not move.

Don't move at all.

"Look, you don't want to answer me, and you don't want to communicate with me."

Zhou Li gently weighed the magic crystal baseball bat in his hand, frowned, and said awkwardly, "You're putting Uncle Zhou in a difficult position."

It gently struck a tentacle, instantly crushing it into a completely imperceptible powder. Zhou Li looked at the other party's tightly closed compound eyes and asked:

"Still not running?"

Chapter 222 Are you really running away?

“Aa ...

Lan Ling, who was fighting against virtual enemies coming from all directions, suddenly raised her head and looked deep into a tunnel not far away.

Where did such a horrific scream come from?

At this moment, several people are on the 30th floor, which is infinitely close to the boundary of the real world.

The thirty-story structure was a massive sewer complex. Aside from a treatment plant at the center, the rest was connected by various tunnels. Bai Dongdong relied on a mechanical hummingbird to find a reasonably accurate path, but even so, they still wasted a significant amount of time.

But what was even more troubling for them was that after losing contact with V and Joni Silverhand, the entire underground area was completely sealed off. At the same time, the remaining masterminds immediately began to frantically attack them.

Because Bai Dongdong controlled near-root-level authority, the masterminds were unable to attack these three individuals at the code level—in layman's terms, there was no way to directly ban their accounts. Therefore, they could only attempt to launch attacks in the real world, causing them to enter a "near-death state." This state was inescapable; it was inherent to the underlying logic, and even Bai Dongdong would disappear from the Thousand Spirit Tower.

but.

This woman is a monster.

Looking at Lan Ling, who kicked a more than ten-meter-long pipe in a daze, the virtual mind shuddered.

Not an opponent.

Not an opponent at all.

As nodes of the Mastermind, their power was far inferior to that of the Mastermind, and they could only use their own abilities. Moreover, the abilities they used were even weakened versions, as they needed to provide most of their abilities to the Mastermind to maintain the operation of the entire Realm.

but.

This is not a reason for her to kill through six nodes alone.

Even if they weren't complete Ancient Gods, they were masterminds blessed by the Real World. Just as the Virtual Brain could easily create hundreds of platinum-strength "death warriors," the Speed ​​Brain could close in on the enemy at near-limitless speeds.

However···

Unrestrained crushing.

The virtual main brain's pupils constricted as it watched Lan Ling crush the giant brain covered with tumors into minced meat with a guitar.

What the fuck is this?

How could such a powerful creature exist in the real world?

As the best-preserved and most powerful virtual brain, he has been observing Lan Ling, trying to find a way to fight against her.

The answer is that there is no way. Just like that lingering shadow, she is so strong that it is not a question of whether she is scary or not.

Her mental state is a bit like that of a mad ancient god.

For some reason, the virtual brain felt that Lan Ling was even more ancient than the ancient gods. Her beautiful state of mind made her particularly terrifying. The relentless guitar, the joyful laughter of a bountiful harvest as she assaulted others, and that strange physical strength.

Who is the ancient god?

Watching Lan Ling lift up the solid pipe alive, find the node of this layer and crush it with her head, the virtual brain silently retreated to the 31st layer.

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