Joe kept sighing.

He finally had a full understanding of Medland, these ancient existences, the current natural disasters, etc.

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

Sure enough, this is a pasture for raising storage tanks.

"So..." Qiao looked at the janitor No. 1 thoughtfully: "If I guess correctly, almost all the knowledge of the brilliant civilizations in the past has been destroyed, which is also your work?"

The janitor No. 1 took another sip of wine: "No, it was not destroyed, it was just stored by us, and ordinary people are not qualified to contact us."

He snorted lightly, the janitor No. 1 looked at Joe and said seriously: "With your current 'smart', you should be able to think of why this is."

Joe nodded.

Of course he could think of why this was.

Look at the base chariot controlled by Sallyan, which is the masterpiece of the ancient goblin civilization.

A base tank can create numerous and powerful war machines in a short period of time, forming a torrent of steel to sweep the earth and cover the sky.

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

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

Al--they wish that all the humans in Medland fought with sticks and stones.

The more primitive it is, the more powerful the individual needs.

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

Only by crazy practice, cruel war, and only by the most primitive and bloody war that relies on physical killing can powerful extraordinary... epic... legend... demigods... finally, there will be a god-level storage tank!

If everyone uses today's hot weapons to kill, if the extraordinary combat power has little effect on the battlefield, if the extraordinary combat power is the same as ordinary warriors, it will be easily killed by powerful magic weapons...

Who would spend huge resources, countless money, countless energy, and hard work to practice?

Even if there are senior officials of the empire who understand the benefits of cultivation, some people are looking for the powerful power brought by cultivation, long lifespan and long youthful vitality, etc., they will work hard to practice...

However, it is hard to believe that the lack of sufficient base and sufficient pressure for bloody killing will lead to sufficient god-level storage tanks for the cultivation of a few high-level imperial officials.

Therefore, destroying the brilliant achievements of past civilizations will bring the feeder farm in Medland to the original...

Think about it, the amazing lethal light cannons used by those goblin demon puppets are such high-end technology crystallization.

What coexists with these magic puppet light cannons is that the most advanced thermal weapon used by countries in the Medland continent is actually flintlock rifles... Some countries actually use colloid guns!

Whether it is flintlock rifle or a clamp, it can be seen through Qiao's personal experience of participating in the war that these primitive gunpowder weapons have extremely limited lethality to extraordinary people, and the real main combat power of various countries still falls on extraordinary people 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 to build a powerful extraordinary coalition at any cost.

Joe sighed.

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

The janitor No. 1 looked at Joe solemnly: "When I was awakened and learned that you called yourself 'criffin', I knew that the clutches of the omniscient actually reached into Medland."

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

After taking a big sip of wine, the janitor No. 1 said with a serious expression: "When we created the Medland world, in our setting, it is impossible for these three continents to have self-consciousness."

"Without this function and this setting, this is something that should not have happened at all."

Qiao narrowed his eyes: "But in fact, the abyss consciousness appeared, and He took the initiative to help those exiled controls, or those gods, return to Medland, directly causing the current natural disaster!"

The janitor No. 1 looked at Joe bitterly: "So, I awakened a few old friends. According to our analysis and speculation - the omniscient, He can influence Medland. We don't know what went wrong, but obviously He can influence Medland."

In Joe's mind, Laplacie's figure appeared. He sat cross-legged on the crimson-faced crystal in Joe's mind, "clicking" and happily smoking his small pipe.

"Maybe it was the ones who, of course, with their wisdom, they might not cooperate with the omniscient ones... because their birth originated from Medland, and they have nothing to do with the world we originally lived in?"

"But, who can say it correctly?"

"Maybe, there are traitors among us...for example... Hill Church!"

The janitor No. 1 looked at Qiao very seriously: "The omniscient people, just give them a little knowledge, which is enough to make them... do things in the Abyss Continent."

Qiao stared at the gatekeeper No. 1: "You guys didn't notice any useful information?"

The gray face of the gatekeeper No. 1 became slightly darker: "Making Medland has exhausted our power... In this new small world, we sealed and expelled those controllers, which made us seriously injured."

He muttered to Qiao angrily: "Now it is 1,380 years of glory... We have only slept for more than 1,300 years... We now have less than one thousandth of the strength we have at our peak..."

"We are sleeping and recuperating. We have no strength or energy to deal with external affairs."

"It's not just the first generation of human veterans, the second, third, and fourth generations... these early tribesmen who entered Medland, they are the most powerful combat power of the human race and our core backbone."

"They charge forward, their injuries are even worse. So far, many of them, we dare not awaken them at all... Once they wake up, they may completely die!"

"We have all handed over the matter between Medland to those younger generations who grew up later..."

The janitor No. 1 muttered, "But now it seems, it is obvious that they have failed our hopes."

Qiao narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "Then, you should be glad that you can still be awakened from your sleep... If I guess..."

The face of the janitor No. 1 changed slightly.

The gate of the abyss trembled slightly, accompanied by heavy footsteps, one of which was ten miles high, scarlet all over, sharp horns on its head, twelve pairs of huge flesh wings on its back, three long tails swaying randomly, with three heads and six arms, with extremely ferocious appearance, and the mighty and powerful creature walked out of the gate of the abyss step by step.

The body of the abyss consciousness is completely condensed.

The abyss stepped into Medland step by step.

"Scarlet... You are the commander, I obey your command... Now, let's kill something, or burn something?"
Chapter completed!