The high-rise buildings on the periphery are like the outer walls of a huge Colosseum. Those inside are both spectators and gladiators. There are bloody deaths, pain and misery, as well as flowers and applause, and things that look like dreams. Dreams can be grand or humble. Some people will constantly adjust, while others simply subdivide them into dreams, ideals, expectations, and so on. These details are the lives of most people, but not of the cult Robo. His life is immersed in a grand narrative. It sounds like a boast after getting drunk, not down-to-earth at all, but it is true. So, as the saying goes, people's sorrows and joys are not the same, because the gap between people can be greater than the gap between people and dogs. Not to mention, there are also black Robo who don't even want to be a human being and deliberately get rid of human nature. Is this a leap in spiritual level? It's hard to say. After all, using the strength of power to measure the level of spiritual realm is a hooligan.
Is this like rich people are definitely good people? Are successful people necessarily noble? Therefore, having power is just having power, and it has nothing to do with whether the spiritual realm is high or not. The so-called God of Light and God of Justice are just like role-playing, and are the characters established by the needs of the priesthood. But on the other hand, not being a good person does not mean that you can't do or won't do good things. The cult Robo, with the help of the priest, saved a girl who was almost raped. But the specific situation is not traditional. The girl stood up and didn't care about her spring light being exposed. She covered it casually, put her hands on her waist, and her temperament changed from pure to rogue. She said: "I finally provoked his lust and wanted to pay the debt with my body, but now you messed it up. So, I'll pay 50 star coins and I won't bother with you." The cult Robo's answer was to kick the other party to the nearby garbage dump. Not to mention that he is not a good person, it is just because of the natural reaction of respect and courtesy to women in human nature that there is such a reaction with just a little effort. Even if he really has justice in his heart, he will not tolerate such a thing. Should good people be pointed at with guns? Robo thought that this episode ended here, but he didn't expect that there would be a sequel. "Hi! Man!" A man in a transparent plastic raincoat greeted him. This man's appearance is quite interesting. In addition to the transparent raincoat, the fluorescent underwear and tight vest inside are also eye-catching. What's more unique is that he has a typical ancient Greek appearance, with high eyebrows, deep eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, but his skin color is bleached into African black, and the mouth and eyes are fluorescently processed to make it look like a smiling face. Especially when talking, or when he really laughs, it is humorous and terrifying. "The makeup is very unique." Robo praised. Although he has not been in Crown City for a long time, his speed of mastering knowledge and information is not slow at all. After all, he is a god with a devout priest team. Not only is his speed of absorbing and processing information fast enough, but his channels for collecting information are also extraordinary. Now he can speak an authentic Crown City dialect. "Thank you for the compliment." The smiling man made a fancy bow and said, "I am Ron Fao, a member of the Progress Society. I am a professional broker, scout, and tour guide. Hiring me will definitely give you a pleasant surprise that is worth your money." "You can see that I am actually a foreigner, huh?"
Ron smiled but did not answer. "Well, whether you believe in your own vision or just try your best, since you provide services to my door and I am barely interested in you, I will give you a chance." Ron was refreshed when he heard this and said with a smile, "Please tell me." "Three places, three opportunities, this is the framework of the activities I arranged for myself tonight. How exciting the specific content is depends on your performance. I will plan an upper limit and a lower limit. The upper limit is that it will not attract the interference of the heavy weapons troops directly under the city lord. The lower limit is that I am not interested in ordinary feasting and drinking, luxury and debauchery. I don't like to hide too much and let others guess." As he said, Robo raised his hand with the help of the priest, and Ron was immediately wrapped in an invisible force field and floated up. This is naturally not the ability of the extraordinary BOW code-named priest, but the spiritual power of the cult Robo. Or in other words, the power of the soul. The cult Robo is a god who can move freely in the main material world without following the normal process and relying on the specialness of outsiders. Of course, he is still bound by some rules. But Black Robo has been in this universe for more than ten years, and has made considerable achievements in collecting law information. Therefore, as long as he does not touch certain taboos, what the cult Robo can do is far more grand and powerful than the incarnation of the gods, the descended body of the outer gods, or the chosen of the etheric gods, and it is also more subtle and rich. Just like now, it is equivalent to playing a self-built cloud server and playing a regional network game. His will and even divine power are transmitted to the priest in time for him to demonstrate. If his strength level does not reach the first level of the sanctuary, he will not feel the concept of delay at all. In the last moment, he is still controlled by Robo himself, and in the next moment, he can be entrusted to the AI-like pseudo-soul. Therefore, even if the priest is essentially just a muscle stick, its genetic programming contains the genetic code of the Old Ones, so it can be used as a temporary carrier of Robo's will. Ron was simply lifted up in the air and landed gently. He blinked and showed a complex expression of shock, snickering, small happiness, and excitement on his face. When his father was alive, he told him that there are always a few opportunities to change one's destiny in life. As long as you seize one, you can improve your career and living standards by at least one level. Ron felt that this was probably such an opportunity. It was even the only one of its kind. It was very valuable, high-end, and well-run, and it could make him a king in one step. Of course, it was the king of the industry, the reputation, the senior broker, the white glove of the real boss, the golden worker... "I will do my best to make you satisfied!" The first stop was not far from where the two were. It looked ordinary, the building was not high enough, and the wall GG content was also lousy. It was the type that you would not bother to look at again after passing by. In fact, it was even worse inside. It was like the Kowloon Walled City surrounded by a dam. Of course, it has the characteristics of the technological level of this era. If you really want to restore the Kowloon Walled City, it is called antique, which is more expensive.
The main feature of this rotten building area is not how bad the material is, or the layout is not good enough, but the maintenance is not good. It is not just bad, but it is obviously a community with people living on the basis of almost ruins. Just looking at this area, the first feeling is that it is a city in the post-wasteland era. But because there are various aircraft in the sky, drones in the low sky, and the lights are messy, but there is an obvious arrogance of not lacking electricity, the cyber flavor is there. What makes the cult Rob feel a little different is that if such a place is in the suburbs, such as the wasteland between the garbage mountain and the Crown City when he descended, he will feel it is natural, but in the city, he will feel a little awkward. In his opinion, just based on the use of the surrounding vacant land, the land here is not worth every inch of land, but it can definitely be used for some projects. It is actually used as a slum. Capital actually allows such waste? On the other hand, since this phenomenon is still happening, does it mean that the demolition here is very difficult and the capital thinks it is not worthwhile? The cult Robo is interested. What kind of power is entrenched here? It can make the capital that puts profit above all else scratch its head. Answer: Crazy! To put it more bluntly, it is a cyber neurotic. How do people living in the cyber age become crazy? Even if Robo has not heard the standard answer to this question, it is not difficult for him to summarize it. After all, Robo himself has been beaten by modern society, and even has a history of illness. Later, he worked hard to adjust and slowly recovered. He suffered from depression, and when he came to Black Robo, he had a latent memory imprint, and then he had seen a lot, so he could naturally summarize a set of statements, which may not be so authentic, but the core is indeed the same. What's more, whether it is the original soul, Black Robo, or the cult clone, they all have a high level in the field of soul research, as well as their own set of theoretical cognition, which is called doing one thing and loving one thing. Cyberpsychosis, in Robo's opinion, is mainly caused by anxiety. Anxiety is the cause of the disease, and the specific manifestations are various abnormalities in consciousness and cognition, personality disorders. More specifically, it is phantom limb syndrome, behavioral disorder, etc. As for the physiological causes of the disease, it is caused by the hardware and software of the prosthesis. For example, phantom limb syndrome corresponds to the wrong cognition after the prosthesis replaces the flesh and blood. The limb has been amputated, but the brain subconsciously thinks it still exists. The most common cause of behavioral disorder is software. After all, the prosthesis needs to be assisted by the behavioral module instruction set to operate. The cult Robo does not need to consider physiological factors too much, because for intelligent creatures, he will choose the mind as a breakthrough point without any suspense. Not only because this angle is easy to become a breakthrough point, but also because as a god, his real ability strengths happen to be the spiritual side. "What did I say before? See? Tonight is my lucky day. Even a rare thing like home delivery has happened." With a broken voice howling, a man who was playing asymmetric prosthetics was like a bull in heat, with white air coming out of his leaky nostrils and his single eye shining almost as bright as an electronic eye. He came out from behind a broken wall in great excitement. This is a typical big guy, and his weight must exceed three tons, so he chose tracked feet. So as to avoid the embarrassment of his legs being stuck in the cracks of the ruins. Not only that, this guy who transformed himself into a tank man, although he was very irritable and reckless, actually had all the necessary precautions. Specifically, it includes hidden stress-type force field shields, brain transfer + brain magnetic traps. In other words, this guy's brain is not in the cranial cavity, and the cranial cavity is equipped with an electromagnetic generator, which is a technological version of anti-psychotic invasion.
So, although this guy is not acting deliberately, he is very close to the upper limit of what he can achieve in terms of professionalism. After all, the overall quality of his equipment is there. Even if he plays the game of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, he can't be so confident that he can really equip himself like a pig. Moreover, Robo glanced over and found that this guy had a few accomplices who were playing the insidious style. While he was yelling, his accomplices had already moved, aimed, and arrived quickly. Robo turned his head and said to Ron with a comforting aura that was gradually weakening. He was obviously timid and said, "If it's all of this quality, then this place, even if it's not excellent, is at least passing." While he was talking, he didn't see any movement. The one-eyed lunatic and his accomplices all disappeared, and only stood in their respective positions and twitched. A moment later, slurry surged from their bodies, separated from their bodies, and left a pile of bones, sticks, prosthetic organs, and even weapons. After these slurries gathered together, they condensed into flesh cocoons. After pulsating for less than ten times, semi-solidified amber-like substances flew out and merged with the priest who walked forward, and merged into the body and disappeared. Ron, who witnessed the whole process, swallowed his saliva with some difficulty, and then put on his iconic smile again, and said very guidingly: "Please go this way!" Robo nodded calmly, went down the slope, and walked slowly on a path winding among the ruins. But after a few steps, dozens of micro-missiles came, with a speed close to Mach 3. They were short-range and small, but they could still fly at such a speed. This made Robo completely believe that the intelligent race living here was indeed not bad in technology. Although they were poor, they had almost exerted what they had to the limit, so that the capitalists were reluctant to spend their own diamonds to exchange for such a poor and arrogant top. But just like this, it was far from enough to deal with him. The spirit could distort the space and directly change the characteristics of the surrounding space. So many missiles, when they were about to hit, turned collectively, flew into the air, and exploded in the air, like a wave of brilliant fireworks. Interestingly, the opponent's means were not just a wave of micro-missiles. The missile seemed to be just a feint. Just as it was sent into the sky with a large arc, a thick bright blue electromagnetic pulse energy, wrapped in a large amount of lightning, hit Robo head-on. This time Robo made a clear response - raising his hand. The thick energy just hit the palm of his hand as if it was acting. Then, it turned into many light streams with little impact from the edge of his palm and the gap between his fingers, and dissipated without a trace. Ron, who was not far away, saw it and swallowed his saliva subconsciously again because of excessive tension. Not long ago, Ron personally witnessed this electromagnetic cannon, which pierced through the military and police airship with plasma shield and modular composite armor. The heavy bow of the airship was comparable to the front armor of a main battle tank, which melted and vaporized, burning a big hole. As a result, even such heavy firepower could be handled by Robo easily and without any reluctance. It was really incredible, like a god. "Although I have never seen a true god, according to those relatively reliable ancient heritages at the level of unofficial history, even if the gods come in person, in the real world, it is difficult to do better than what is happening now!" Ron no longer feels lucky to have met a real boss, but begins to worry about meeting a super boss. When he heard Robo explain his requirements before, he thought Robo had a clearer positioning of his own strength and the consequences and impact of what he wanted to do, so he didn't go far to make trouble. But now it seems that it is not because of lack of ability, but because he does not want to make too much trouble for the time being. But strength itself is easy to arouse envy, jealousy and worry. Once it is judged that you have the ability to break the sky, then even if you love peace and don't want to cause trouble, you will still have trouble. Ron is very worried now. Once a top-level confrontation really happens, not only will he be affected, but it is also hard to say whether Crown City can be saved. After all, the Kailash family is only the ruler of Crown City from the perspective of human society. If we really talk about strength, there are more terrifying existences in Crown City. "Should I give him a reminder?" Ron was struggling internally.