Chapter 422 The History Covered by Emperors

Li Xiaoming stared at his former friend, feeling wary and did not dare to get too close to him.

After all, this situation is full of dangers, especially since the performer profession can be disguised as anyone or anything. Even with the illusionist's eyes, it may not be possible to see. If there is no backup plan, everything will be lost. Be careful and you will die if you are attacked by surprise.

Li Xiaoming couldn't trust the girl who came out of the blue, and the others were even more wary.

"Okay, regardless of why you are here, you are here to help, right?"

"Yes, what are you doing now?" St. Assad asked with a puzzled tone.

"Sneak attack." Li Xiaoming replied simply.

"Well, although the method is a bit disgraceful, it is to fight evil after all. I believe the God of Holy Light will forgive you. Please let me help you."

Li Xiaoming asked: "Do you need me to help you come up?"

"No."

St. Assad politely refused, and then pulled out a blanket, only to see that the blanket floated up. St. Assad sat on it very smoothly, which was really enviable.

"Oh my gosh, the church's craftsmanship is really great for flying magical objects." Jie Xiaohei didn't know this girl, but from her clothes and equipment, it could be seen that there was a very high ranking person in the church. status.

Albert Lu glanced at the girl, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone, wait a moment, I will start with a hexagram to calculate our future."

I saw him closing his eyes, muttering silently in his mouth, starting the roulette wheel in his hand, the pointer spinning rapidly, and for a moment the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

He opened his eyes again, glowing with golden light, and frowned as he stared at the hexagram.

Teammates couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"

"Is there any big danger?"

Albert Lu forced a smile and said: “Uh, it’s okay, according to the hexagram, it should be Xiao Ji, let’s crawl together!”

Li Xiaoming looked down at him, seeming to have thought of something.

Chu Moyue urged: "Time waits for no one, hurry up. When the snail climbs up, the oriole has already picked the fruits of victory."

Li Xiaoming was wrapped in a bubble and slowly floating upward. Every once in a while, he had to refresh his bubble skills to avoid breaking and falling. The current distance was about 120 meters.

Although it seems to be just an ordinary refresh and blessing skill, it is actually very powerful in terms of the degree of transformation of Meng Yuan and the timing of skill repair.

Although Ron is also a genius who is one in a million, he is obviously not good enough compared to Li Xiaoming, an old fool from thousands of years ago. So much so that he was completely suppressed in the school and did not dare to say anything.

But Ron was born into a noble family after all, and the pride in his bones prevented him from bowing to anyone.

Ron's dream bubble became a little thinner, and the superpower nodes on it became blurred.

He refreshed his skills to thicken the bubbles, but unexpectedly, the rising speed of the bubbles slowed down. In this case, he fell behind Li Xiaoming again, and Li Xiaoming never looked back at him from beginning to end.

"Fuck, if that old man Neil hadn't given you some advice, how could he be so lucky?" Ron understood the gap between the two of them, and could only slowly work hard to make up for it.

The two big guys from Muscle and Bodybuilder are even more exaggerated in strength. They climbed a thousand-meter-high tree with bare hands. Their psychological quality is particularly strong, and they don't even need Li Xiaoming's mental suggestion effect.

Biolandi climbed five hundred meters with the fortune teller on his back, his face was not red and he was out of breath, and he looked particularly short.

Albert Lu did not dare to look back from the beginning to the end, even if the mental suggestion effect of the Dream Master was added, after all, even a fourth-level fighter profession would not be able to withstand a fall from a height of 500 meters.

It can be said that any animal in nature, even a mutated one, would not be able to withstand such a high gravity damage and would be turned into a "ketchup".

Of course, there is another one that is even more exaggerated. As a navigator, Jie Xiaohei, a sixth-level "captain", can summon a water ship made of water, which can travel in any humid environment. He can remove the moisture in the air It is aggravated and turned into a waterway, which is smooth and smooth all the way and looks very free and unrestrained.

Li Xiaoming raised his head and looked up. Jie Xiaohei was driving a water boat, 90 degrees perpendicular to the big tree, and he had no place to complain in his heart.

But he also knew in his heart that he was very talented, and a belief in revenge drove him to continue to become stronger. If he found out that he killed his father, he should have more motivation to challenge.

Li Xiaoming faced potential powerful opponents in the future, but did not eradicate them. After all, he promised the mayor that he would never kill his family.

He has lived for thousands of years, and there is no need to care about the child, because he understands that no one can really kill him.

Meanwhile on the other side.

The seniors of the student union have already led the people from Warwick University to attack.

However, unexpectedly, it seemed that there had been a fierce battle. The ground was bloody and dirty, indescribable. There were only countless corpses folded and spreading towards the second floor.

The students looked at the battlefield full of corpses, without even a place to stay, and a sense of fear suddenly came to their hearts.

Fortunately, no corpses of the teachers were found. These corpses were not human. Judging from their appearance, some looked like bugs. Of course, it was not ruled out that they were mutated from humans.

Wan Wen asked Jiang Jinghong: "Do you know these things?"

"It looks a bit familiar, but I can't remember it for a moment. If my profession is a scholar, I should be able to read all the illustrated books in the library."

At this moment, a man's vicissitudes of voice sounded.

"I know this. The snail beetle soldiers, saber mantises, and some of the infected human race 'parasites' seem to have a combat power of about eight to seven levels. They are not very strong, but the number is really weird. , I’m afraid we will have a fierce battle next.”

If Li Xiaoming were present, he would definitely remember that this was the librarian he met when he borrowed the setting collection from the library. He was still so lethargic, with an unkempt beard and a slovenly look. Literary look.

Although he looks very old, he is indeed a student at the University of Warwick.

"Senior Mo Wenji, why are you here?" Jiang Jinghong said respectfully after seeing the visitor.

Even though Mo Wenji is a repeater, he has stayed for more than 20 years. He is even older than some teachers. He is aware of all kinds of rumors in the school, mainly for free prostitution in the library. Book.

After all, after becoming a teacher, you must still take care of students. You don't have so much time to develop your own interests and hobbies. It is better to be a student and be more comfortable. Of course, the school turns a blind eye.

After all, he is an upper-level ninth-level professional, a fourth-level scholar and "Hanlin Bachelor", and his strength is no weaker than that of the teachers.

Mo Wenji said: "Can you do it without me coming? The president has already told me that you need help. At least Warwick University is kind to me. I have read more than 20 years of books in vain and did not urge me to hand them in." It’s a mission, it’s time to repay the favor.”

Wanwen clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for your help, but how did the senior know this?"

"Haha, the emperor tried to cover up something, but the truth can't be covered up so easily. I wonder if you still remember the Black Tide Carnival, commonly known as the Great Depression, when only more than 300 million human beings were killed at that time. All kinds of things that violate the bottom line of human ethics have happened, and that is a shame in human history."

He stopped and said slowly: "And our main enemy is the bug-the Abyss Bug. A strange race born in a remote corner of the Sagittarius constellation in the universe. Its mission is to devour all things and lead the world to eternal nothingness. ."

"What? Why did the emperor cover up this information? Is there any purpose in doing so?" someone asked in confusion.

After all, this is a piece of history that has not even appeared in history textbooks, and the crowd is very curious about it.

Mo Chuji looked helpless and said: "Why, haha. I believe you are also very familiar with the major events in history. Even those glorious histories, some people have told them better than me, so I won't go into details.

"Just to put it casually, the gods on Poseidon are not aborigines. The original name of this planet was only Poseidon. The gods only appeared later, and they were expelled. To be precise, they were chased by insects. They came here to escape, and Poseidon is just their temporary foothold. It won’t be long before they flee deep into the starry sky again.”

After hearing this, everyone felt that their worldview was somewhat broken, but they were still reluctant to accept it.

"It turns out that this period of history was a shame to the gods, so it was covered up." Wan Wen seemed to believe what he said.

After all, there is no need for this senior to lie, especially after seeing bugs that have never been seen on the planet, he is even more sure of his inner thoughts.

Mo Chuji jokingly covered up the past topic.

"Actually, it's the same for the emperor. That period of history is too long and there are too many sufferings. It's not convenient for me to talk about it. If I talk too much, you might say that I want to blaspheme the emperor and chop off my head. There's no need to talk about it anyway. , just understand it, the top priority now is to save people."