I’m Really An Alchemist

Both empires have gods behind them, so it is natural that one is strong and the other is weak.

Closer to home.

The alien headhunter explained the events of the past 30 years. Generally speaking, it is the story of Kurdish slowly delegating power and cultivating Frieza, the inheritor of the empire. Frieza cultivated his own forces, and also began to embezzle the rest of the forces and open up new territories.

The Interstellar Dark Web was targeted by Frieza more than ten years ago.

This gray area that is not under the jurisdiction of any empire has actually become a thorn in the eyes of the two empires, and both the Kurds and the Galactic Patrol have attacked it.

Kurds can't deal with the dark web, and the Galaxy Patrol is not enough.

But Frieza is different. Leng Touqing has been chasing the dark web for several years.

"Dude, our life is not easy right now!" The alien headhunter sighed heavily: "Most of the industries were destroyed by Frieza. We hide in Tibet, and sometimes we don't even dare to make money to fill our household."

The 'leader' wanted to let your mother's fart go, and there were two beautiful young ladies sitting next to you just now.

"I need help!" The 'leader' was silent for a long time, but still insisted on his opinion.

The alien headhunter frowned, only feeling that the leader of this low-level civilization was a little ignorant.

I've said all of this, you still ask for help!

I can't protect myself!

If it wasn't for the other party who had a relationship with him, he would have lost his temper.

He wanted to find an excuse to delay, but he didn't expect that Praton's next sentence immediately aroused his interest.

"I use the Platon civilization as a reward in exchange for a shot from a senior soldier!" The 'leader' gritted his teeth as if to squeeze these words out of his teeth.

The alien headhunter hurriedly said, "Are you sure?"

How valuable is a civilization?

Four planets can be used for trafficking, and tens of billions of people can be slaves.

This deal....

I made a profit!

After the 'leader' said these words, he put down his hand as if in prostration, and said in pain, "Don't let me change my mind!"

The alien headhunter smiled and slapped his chest in agreement.

"The customer is God, just wait, I'll contact you with a master!"

As he said that, he hung up the contact directly, and eagerly rummaged through his own network.

In the previous communication, he really did not deceive the leader. The dark web is not very easy now, but this is the case, only some people need money more urgently.

Today's interstellar warriors.

Either choose the Frozen Empire or the Galactic Empire, there is no third way to go!

However, there are still some warriors who are unwilling to bend their knees and want to break through the sky with their own strength. The alien headhunter searched for a long time, and finally found the information of a warrior who did not die and did not join any forces.

 …

Western Milky Way, Nanpu Star.

"That's the way it is, this time we can make a lot of money. I have already sent you the coordinates..."

"A civilization!! That's a civilization, this time I only get one point, the platform draws two points, and the remaining seven points are all yours!"

"Let's go quickly, if the customer is gone, the business will be gone!"

call ended.

The warrior who had high hopes, trembling, put his hands on the communicator with his teeth rattling.

This planet used for vacation is already full of corpses, volcanic eruptions, land cracks, and tsunamis tumbling. Standing in front of the warriors is a mighty strong man.

"Sir, Lord Frieza!"

The warrior thumped and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the young version of Frieza, who was in the forefront of the strong, and sobbed: "I am willing to join the empire and fight for you, please forgive me this time!"

Things are very unfortunate.

When the alien headhunter contacted the warrior, he had already been approached by Frieza.

If this enthusiastic headhunter knew that the opposite side of the communicator turned out to be Frieza, who he couldn't avoid, I'm afraid his courage would be broken!

Infant Frieza sat on a small floating seat with one hand on her cheek, showing great interest.

"Mr. Szabo, what do you think?"

He tilted his head and asked Sabo next to him in a milky voice.

Sabo is a warrior who is ugly, but not handsome. He is also an interstellar powerhouse that Frieza gathered in addition to forming the Ginuit team. He and Dodoria on the side can be called the second general.

Sabo was on the air, always remembering his identity as a beautiful man, and said with a smile: "Sir, we can find the Interstellar Dark Web through him and wipe out this organization!"

Frieza is a little unhappy, this subordinate doesn't understand my thoughts.

As for Dodoria, who was fishing by the side, it was even more impossible to know what Frieza was thinking. This is a fool with well-developed limbs, and Sabo can usually be used as a smart future.

The only function of Dodoria is to scare people.

When I brought it to watch a horror movie, the atmosphere soared by three points.

The young Frieza leaned on the chair with a bit of melancholy, thinking how could he be blind, and found such an ugly and stupid subordinate... After thinking for a while, he yawned: "The dark web is being We have been chasing it for several years, and there is no future. At this time, I am more interested in this Platon civilization."

As the prince of the empire, Frieza has just formed his own team.

Compared with ruling the Frozen Empire, he is more interested in his own strength and the fun of foreign objects.

No one knows how long that old guy will live!

I think Frieza is young and talented. When he was born, he had more than 100 million combat power. After three months of training, he could easily kill his own useless father. The peerless genius.

Why waste the infinite good time in politics?

How boring!

The juvenile Frieza stretched out his tail, slapped the aircraft, and said with great interest: "We will also be bounty hunters once, complete this task, and then go to collect the bonus, hahahaha, I can't wait to see those guys know it's done. The task is me, what kind of expression will it look like!"

Dodoria and Sabo's expressions turned solemn, and they claimed that they were.

Then Sabo and Frieza returned to the spaceship first, Dodoria clasped her palms and sighed: "Why do I always do the cleaning! Damn Sabo, isn't it just good-looking, wait for me to make an appointment Interstellar Cosmetic Surgery, I have to rob Master Frieza of your favor!"

When I think of Sabo's beauty, he is the leader.

Dodoria was so annoyed that she stretched out her hand and grabbed the soldier's head, pulling it out brazenly.

There was a clatter.

Crimson blood flowers spurted out.

Dodoria's mood suddenly improved a lot, and she returned to the spaceship with a smirk on her face.

The disc-shaped spaceship rose, pulled high, left the riddled planet, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

 …

Platton's capital star, the leader's secret room.

Zhou Qi recovered his figure, turned and left the villa, Xingyu Mana threw the entire secret room into the dimensional gap, destroying all traces.

Now he can sit in the distance watching the play and waiting.

Zhou Qi raised his spiritual sense and fled into the void. It didn't take long for the villa alarm to be transmitted, and the security system of the capital star quickly arrived, but the leader could no longer be found.

The dragons are headless.

There is no longer any force that can resist Connor's invasion.

The capital star declared its surrender. At this point, Connor truly ruled the entire civilization, took over the supreme computer of the four planets with the mechanical primordial spirit, and used himself as a bridge to connect them together.

The rebels cheered.

They think they have won everything, even an entire civilization.

The members of the resistance army are full of passion, and they all want to show their ambitions and change the entire Platon civilization.

However....

Joe Connor does not intend to recreate a ruling class.

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Chapter 305 Chapter 62 The Four Great Calamities

"Joe Connor, do you know what you're doing?!"

"Crazy, you've gone crazy!"

Fearful roars and screams came from the conference room.

Whether it's a fanboy who admires Connor or a fangirl who admires Connor, they can't suppress the fear in their hearts, and they vent their fears through high-pitched voice lines.

The joy of the rebels who had won the rule of the Platon civilization was drowned out by Joe Connor's thoughts.

they begged.

They are angry.

They hoped that Connor would let go of this diabolical, unnatural idea.

However, Joe Connor never solicited their opinions, held meetings, but only came up with ideas and then implemented them.

wow-

Open the door!

The pitch-black metal robot walked in indifferently, grabbed the angry rebel companion, and dragged it away.

"Mad, you will never succeed!"

When Connor saw his former left arm and right arm, his red eyes roared at him.

"You are not a rebel, you are a monster, you will bring Platon into the abyss, and someone will continue to rebel against your rule in the future, you....you **** devil!"

When Connor saw the girl who used to have feelings for each other and who had always been enthusiastic and cheerful in the rebel army, she screamed at him in a hateful tone.

He was silent, watching the robot inject a tranquilizer on all his companions.

Watching his companion tremble, fell into a coma, and was then lifted and dragged away by the cold robot.

Connor came to the window and opened the curtains.

Countless pitch-black robots are like an army, quietly walking down the street.

Humans hid at home and shivered in stores. They dared not resist these robots. Connor defeated the god-like leader and became another type of god.

No one dared to rebel against the gods.

Everyone.

Civilian star, rich star, poor star, capital star.

Forty billion sixty million humans were injected with tranquilizers, lifted up by robots, and fed into nutrient solution.

Like livestock on an assembly line, they were precisely operated on, inserted into pipes, embedded with chips, and uploaded to the virtual world.

The four supreme computers were all controlled by Connor, and they used their own supernatural powers to expand their computing power, run at super-frequency, and opened up 40 billion different virtual worlds, with a 100% real-life experience.

Except for the rebels, no one knew what they had gone through.

For ordinary people, they only remember that they fell into a coma, and then they woke up and went home. After that, both love and career will be smooth sailing, and everything will obey their wishes.

Even the desperate members of the resistance army quickly indulged in the omnipotent world.

"Equality, freedom, beauty."

Connor floated high in the sky, looking at the pitch-black metal city under his feet, muttering to himself.

This is the world in which everyone's wishes can be most fulfilled.

No need to be destroyed by work, no need to consider the length of life, everyone can use endless time to do what they like.