Time to study quietly - and without exams - is happy, especially the children like Xiaohua who loves learning. However, a question raised by Xiaohua began to bother Zhao Mai.

"If the whim is a beneficial reminder of the origin power or the will of the world to the only one, and the most important goal of the will of the world is its own survival. Then for the worms that can replace the will of the world and threaten from another level no less than that of Nagkus, why should the will of the world help you, the commander of the worm?"

This is indeed an indissoluble contradiction, but there are more important things to pay attention to now. After careful arrangement, the Z insect finally caught the fleet that was approaching secretly and successfully followed them, and surrounded them while they had finished a space teleportation break.

The other party had more than 4,000 ships. Although they were of different sizes, they were basically the same shape. It was obviously a standardized warship, forming a combination of heights and complementary functions. Most of these spacecraft had a disc-like hull to facilitate the arrangement of weapons in all directions. The largest disc diameter was nearly 1,000 kilometers, and could even be compared with the super-large starfish mothership. In order to drive such a huge spacecraft to teleport in the multiverse, it specially installed a power bracket under the disc, just like a grip under the barrel of a pistol, and then extended an additional propulsion device and a hyperspace transmission system. The shell of the warship was a bit like a ceramic material, all painted in a stern black, but it could still reflect bright brilliance under the reflection of a blue sun.

Due to the size of the portal, the giant starfish mothership could not arrive, so none of the Z-worm biological warships on the scene could compare with the other's flagship, and the number was only 100 - although it was increasing. However, the person was small but the ambition was high. The little gardener Long put his waist on his waist and held the microphone tightly in his hand, and began to shout to the other party like a standard microphone.

"This is the little little patrol of Zworms. Who are you, where are you going, and what are you going?"

The other party did not answer, so the gardener Long tapped the microphone with his fingers and blew it gently. Because he didn't hear the bang or buzzing sound, he asked, "Is this fried thing useful?"

"Make it easy to use, soft and cute commander! The fangs have used this caller on the battlefield for a long time, and the other party will definitely receive it!" The green orc adjutant said, "We used this when we robbed the Alliance of the Rings. We will receive their angry reply in a while and display images."

"I think in order to complete the task better, don't make the Queen angry, let's use the standard telephone caller of the alliance as well." Gardener Long's words hurt the bombers, so they secretly spit up a few mouthfuls while moving the telephone caller, expressing their contempt for the creation of the alliance.

So the little gardener Long used a microphone to warn the fleet opposite again, but still did not respond. The fleet opposite still stopped steadily in the air, and continued to absorb energy from the sun beside him at the original speed. Gardener Long found that he was ignored, and suddenly felt very sad and squatted on the ground and started to cry. Seeing this, Biaoya was very angry, and snatched the microphone from the gardener Long, stomped his feet, and shouted inside: "Roast! Hand over the ID card, and there is a plan! Apologize, take off his pants and leave! This is the Biaoya Fleet that is full of the universe, Ouwa (over)!"

The black disc fleet would not respond like a dead person, and looked like he was not eating soft and hard, waiting for a change, and was worthy of beating. Now, he was so angry that he was going to shout in the microphone. Fortunately, the gardener Long, who had reacted, grabbed the corner of his mouth and then pulled it back.

"We are not enough." The gardener said in a humble voice, and the fried teeth smiled and immediately understood the spirit: "The fried teeth, call brothers, search the guys, prepare to blow up the pussy!"

This command was spread between the teeth through "I'm Thoughts to Use Radio Stations", and everyone accelerated their progress. Each warship of the teeth - a steam engine space shuttle full of patches, or a more advanced internal combustion engine, and a nuclear-powered propulsion ship that can only be used by the bosses of the teeth - without exception, is equipped with a striking red button. Its size is about the same size as six 8-inch pizzas, and there are mostly a large warning sign next to it, often decorated with neon lights or fire-breathing lights, with "Press down" written in flying and exaggerated fonts.

Only the captain is qualified to press this button. If others press it, they will be tied to the bow of the ship and make the bow of the ship for ten days. If you make the bow of the ship in space, you will have no space suits, and you can only hold on if you believe that you can live and keep thinking about the survival of the storm.

The captain of the fangs heard the order to assemble and raised his fingers high. The other crew members of the fangs turned their envious eyes to the sacred finger covered with peanut butter or jelly, and unbuttoned the safety ropes on their bodies one by one. "Captain! Captain! Captain!" They shouted in unison, and the captain of the fangs' eyes shone and pressed the button hard.

The entire warship will creak, just like it will disintegrate in the next second. However, the will of the entire ship to explode, not only will the spaceship not be finished, but will suddenly burst out ten times the speed, ignoring various teleportation, super-light speed or curvature and other physical rules and engineering restrictions - although using a steam engine to achieve space flight is already very slapped in the face - rushed to the destination quickly.

The huge vibration echoed everywhere in the spacecraft. The fried teeth who untied the safety rope flew up and down, just like ham grains in fried rice, doing Brownian movements in the cabin with various parts, weapons and ammunition. They laughed loudly and enjoyed the pleasure brought by super high acceleration and violent bumps. Even if they were hit and vomited blood, it didn't matter. This was a crazy party for the fried teeth, a mixed compilation of the circus and the acrobatic club, and a cosmic carnival.

The Chimera and the Starfish Mothership are biological space miracles, pursuing speed, perception (reconnaissance) ability, environmental adaptability and transportation ability, and their appearance reflects the beauty of biological creatures. The spacecraft hit by the bombers are all warships, rough and heavy, extending the barrel from all angles, with varying thickness and size, and are ready to fire "Saruman explosives" to propel the shells at any time.

The hideous gun barrel made the spacecraft look like a porcupine. The red button made the spacecraft that arrived quickly still tremble and sprayed white hot steam into the vacuum around it. The fangs have already arrived at the scene one after another, all to support the gardener dragons. They used various "I Thought" microphone systems to shout to the opposite side and retrieve the place in their own way.

No fleet in the multiverse can withstand the language offensive of the explosion without going crazy. Even mechanical life will collapse parts in anger, and the automatic navigator can be dizzy and in a hurry. But today I really saw the ghost. Those discs ignored the explosion of the explosion at all, and were still slowly absorbing energy and slowly opening the space engine.
Chapter completed!