Under the guidance of Little Green Man, Colonel Duncan went deep into the ground for many meters. The dark emergency lights flickered, making him unable to tell whether this was the real world or the game world. The American imperial players who came in together didn't even dare to breathe.

"Do you know where you are now?" The little green man jumped flexibly onto a crossbar like a monkey. In the dim environment, his eyes emitted a faint green light, which made Colonel Duncan shudder.

Colonel Duncan shook his head carefully. He didn't want to make the little green man angry in front of him, because they had completely lost their sense of direction. Without the leadership of this little green man, they would not be able to find a way out even if they starved to death in this steel maze.

"If you look at it according to Genesis, you are standing on the ground of your birth." The little green man said crazy and said, his saliva fell down from the ceiling: "Before we didn't know how many reincarnations, we completely failed in the intelligent war. Except for a few humans who took an immigration ship to leave the solar system, everyone else... Forget it, I can't remember that history very clearly."

Colonel Duncan made a gesture of calmness to his subordinates and sat on the ground, intending to listen to the madman telling this story and follow its wishes.

"The last bit of human embryos was stored here. The intelligent machinery was here to hand over the carbon-based biological remodeling project to the two betrayers." The little green man jumped down the beam: "That's right, it's here, no, not here, this is that damn virtual world! What's going on? My memory is confused again?"

Colonel Duncan saw the little green man rolling on the ground, knocking his head with his palm, as if something was drilling holes outwards. He was really worried that the little green man would knock him to death.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! There are new pieces of memory trying to confuse my memory! No, history should not be forgotten! It cannot be tampered with!" The little green man screamed and jumped into a narrow crack and disappeared.

Colonel Duncan swore that he had been staring at the little monster, but he was too fast.

"Head, what should we do?" A Ranger player looked around the darkness vigilantly: "Do you understand what he said? Is this possible the beginning of a chain mission?"

Duncan shook his head and pointed to his head: "I think it's just crazy. Let's focus on this place. When he comes back, send a few people to search around and see what can be used and don't go far."

"Human civilization was destroyed by the war of intelligence and equipment. Survivors used immigration ships to escape, abandoned 90% of the population, and killed all humans on the earth..." The escaped little green man kept rolling in an empty room: "No, no, chaos erosion appeared on a large scale. Humans made intelligent equipment for anti-chaotic wars. Intelligent equipment rebelled. We were severely damaged. Humans created virtual worlds, and the full civilization reduced dimensions to avoid the catastrophe... No, no, right! Humans were defeated by intelligence and equipment. It was intelligent equipment that created virtual worlds, used to imprison human consciousness, and were eventually corrupted by chaos?"

Countless memory fragments rolled in the little green man's mind, constantly colliding, swallowing each other, and blending with each other, making it extremely painful.

"So, is all this a random arrangement?" The little green man kept hitting the metal base plate with his head, suppressing the pain with pain, gritting his teeth and muttering to himself: "The process is not important, but the result is the only one? Sad! So sad! Hahaha!"

"Charlieson, you have a nosebleed." Yang Yuefan, who was eating, looked at it and frowned: "Your physical indicators look normal, go to the medical clinic for in-depth examination."

Charlieson was stunned, wiped his nose, and blood stained his whole arm: "I'll go now!"

As a result, Charlieson felt his brain blank as soon as he stood up and he lost consciousness.

Yang Yuefan raised his hand and fixed Charlieson in the air. He leaned over and observed it carefully. His blood pressure increased, his heartbeat accelerated, there were no blood clots, no cerebral infarction, and no abnormalities. The sudden fainting seemed to be entirely due to emotional fluctuations.

Yang Yuefan, who could not find the specific reason, had to use the simplest way to deal with Charlieson and isolate it directly. As a psychic sensitive person, although Yang Yuefan did not find psychic fluctuations in Charlieson, his premonition of seemingly invisible to tell him that Charlieson's situation is not suitable for contact with others.

When Charlieson was thrown into an empty cabin by Yang Yuefan, he suddenly woke up and looked at Yang Yuefan through the glass: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Yang Yuefan looked at Charlieson with bloodshot eyes and condensed a long psychic sword in a place he couldn't see.

"Smart machinery, humans, chaos, and that damn game world." Charlieson said in a tone of seeing through the world: "This time, due to unknown reasons, the plot has undergone a major turning point, which makes the plot set unable to develop smoothly, so all kinds of disorders have emerged."

When he heard the words unknown reasons, Yang Yuefan had murderous intentions. His long psychic sword could easily pierce the isolation door of the cabin and Charlieson standing behind the door.

But he restrained himself. Yang Yuefan planned to obtain more information about Charlieson who suddenly obtained the "Apocalypse".

"Continue." Yang Yuefan stared into Charlieson's eyes.

"According to the original plot, the virtual world should have been built by us, either intelligent machinery, as the last fortress or the prison that exiled us." Charlesson also stared at Yang Yuefan: "But the end of the intelligent machinery war has been rewritten! I don't know the specific details yet, but this must be related to you, right? The process was interrupted, but the script written by the evil gods could not be changed. The virtual world or game appeared suddenly in our world! So we cannot trace the source of the game, cannot analyze the game technology, and can only passively accept its existence! Because it should have appeared at that point in time!"

Yang Yuefan's eyebrows frowned, and he realized that the news brought by Charlieson's "Apocalypse" was extremely important, far more important than he thought.

"In the original history, there are two versions of the virtual world." Charlesson bit his nails, with a puzzled face: "One version was built by ourselves, and the other version was designed by intelligence. Now, due to some unknown mistake, the two versions of the game world have been forcibly spliced ​​together."

"Continue!" Yang Yuefan ordered.
Chapter completed!