A question.

If a strong man can create millions, billions of creatures with wisdom and independent personality in an instant, and are completely the same as those born in nature... no, even more perfect, more beautiful creatures born in nature, without any side effects.

So, do such a strong man still need a burden of civilization?

In other words, since he has already had this great power and divided hundreds of millions of thinking, he can definitely make a breakthrough easily, no matter whether it is a hindrance of knowledge or other things, and he does not need the help of others. Creating a smart life to assist him is simply a waste of time.

For a warrior who is fighting the evil god, he doesn't care about the answer to this question. He looks forward to the future of civilization, just as he looks forward to an unknown powerful enemy.

But without civilization, he could move forward alone. He minded and didn't like this, but in essence it had no effect on him... In a sense, he might be more indifferent than the Emperor.

Because for Emperor Amos, the answer to this question is ‘of course it is necessary’.

"I like you guys very much."

The golden giant eyes didn't speak, and his words were not mixed with any false elements: "I have been raising them for so many years, how could I have no feelings? Even if the tools I used were broken, I would just put them away, not throw them away or destroy them. You don't have to worry that I will sit idly by and watch the Amos be extinct by the extreme virus. Before that, I will collect some valuable Amos to keep it."

"It's probably enough to reach the commander level, haha, it's just the same as back then, but maybe you'll develop faster after removing most of the inferior population."

"As for speaking, I'm really distressed. Those Thakur bastards are really not weak. Over the years, I have been unable to break through their blockade of "Infinite God's Source of Change". This time, the extreme virus finally caused them to be insurgent, and you were also infected."

Looking at Elma who was almost speechless, the golden giant eyes prompted: "Tell Mrs. Mycroo about this, if you don't know, I can leave a message."

He suddenly used Elma and Krelle as tools to pass messages to Joshua.

"The Emperor..."

At this time, Elma's mind was in a mess. She knew very well that she had guessed this long ago, but she still couldn't accept it when she heard Emperor Amos really admit it in person. Whether it was the Amos or humans, they would feel that they could accept it before facing an overly terrible impact, but when they were really facing an impact, they would realize how fragile the defense line in their hearts was.

"Cheer some, Elma!"

Fortunately, Krell was in Elma's body at this time. When he found that the other party was about to collapse under the unconscious pressure and self-torture emitted by the emperor, he quickly gathered his strength to stimulate the other party to wake up as soon as possible.

"……Thanks."

Although Krell's strength is not strong, with the blessing of the crisis handling system, the strange extraordinary power can make Elma recover from a daze. She looked at the human captain who was sighing with gratitude, then raised her head and saw the distracted and playful eyes of Emperor Amos.

"Is this the power of Mrs. Mycroo? The interesting structure is really interesting. Although the power is very weak, the 'priority' is very high. This extraordinary power of purity has actually found the path to the end? It is worthy of being the ancestor race descending from the Lost Galaxy, which gave me some inspiration."

He fairly evaluated Joshua and praised the other party's exquisite techniques, which made him very happy for the fun it brought to him. Emperor Amos even turned his huge eyes to express his joy.

At this time, Elma was staring at the absolute strong man who was above the royal court, and a simple idea flashed in her heart.

"What kind of past does he have to be like this..."

"Even the great emperor should have times when he is weak..."

The answer is no.

The golden giant eyes toleratedly forgive the random thoughts of their people, and because they were in a good mood, they answered this question.

I was born strong.

When I was born, the magic and ether I mastered were far more powerful than my father.

He wanted to kill me, who was still a juvenile body, but failed and died of my natural etheric position.

On the third day of my birth, I had mastered the language of the Amos, understood the current political situation, and began to take over power, ready to conquer the weak around me.

"I have never been weak, Elma, only the weak will be weak, and the strong will always be strong."

Below the golden giant eye, a tentacle composed of etheric flow stretched out. The tentacle was slender but huge. Compared to the giant eye, it could not be thinner, but for Elma, it was eighteen kilometers thick, collapsed towards the top of her head like a wall.

But the tentacles touched Elma's warship body "gently", just as humans would gently touch insects when they were in a good mood, so as to be as careful as possible not to press them to death, and to touch their carapaces curiously and happily.

The giant eyes were soft: "I can see that you are very angry and unwilling, because you think my attitude is to ignore and despise. But this is normal. If I treat you with an equal attitude, it will be a great weird thing, which is something that is worth strange."

"I can be angry, calm, take it seriously, and do anything seriously, but it is aimed at the strong people who can match me. Because of their existence, I feel that my life is meaningful... And you are the lives I am creating a life that is pleasing to the eyes and passes the time while looking for the strong people."

People need inheritance, gathering people, and working together to have children because they will die.

Because they will die, they need successors. Because they will die, they must gather together to avoid dying due to accidents. Because they will die, they need to communicate with each other, communicate with each other, cooperate with each other, divide the work, and work together to build a larger, more stable and less likely to die.

That is civilization.

Collective progress is the path towards the goal of "immortality". Although with the development of civilization, "no accidental death" is becoming easier and simpler, so the goal of individuals in civilization becomes "live better", "make life more valuable", and even to the point of "pursuing the meaning of personal existence" and "pursuing the unknown and truth".

But it is like a pyramid built on the foundation, the largest target is "Immortality".

"People need inheritance because they will die. Because they are not eternal life, they need descendants and inheritance."

The golden giant eyes patiently described the idea of ​​being a "human" to the insect ants. He did not pray that life that could not even die could understand himself, but who would not talk to himself? What's more, the little bug was quite interesting. She would actually be confused, resist, and want to betray herself. Oh my God, this is so novel, it's as surprising as finding a glowing diamond in a pile of stones.

Really, for tens of thousands of years, there is no such interesting little guy.

"But I don't need it. For me, the so-called civilization is just to ensure that I can conceive, be born, and grow up smoothly. Since I have matured and reached the complete level, the placenta will be thrown away."

"But as I said before, I like you guys, and I'm very nostalgic."

The ultimate creature that is immortal, immortal and old, has great power, infinite thoughts, one is complete, and completely integrated, can hunt galaxies, and can destroy the world with just one thought. Naturally, there is no need for any collective burden.

Selfish, only me, but he can also be selfless and dedicated. He can destroy billions of worlds for himself and sweep away other civilizations and intelligent lives like garbage. He can also protect a race for tens of thousands of years because he is in a good mood and likes his eyes, and even allow the other party to live in his own body, just like allowing cats, dogs and pets to crawl around on his own body.

You can have whatever you want. No one can balance good or evil, good or evil, and all concepts that describe people cannot be forced to be attached to such life. They are unrestrained.

Because it is called "The Immortal Beast Who Will Do".

Elma was speechless. It was because she was awakened by Krell that she could clearly understand Emperor Amos and understand the other party's thoughts more and more. She suddenly felt that she was ridiculous. All the accusations she had against Emperor Amos were ridiculous and made people feel disgusted.

What's even more ridiculous is that the Amos people have lived with such an ultimate creature for tens of thousands of years and have even developed such a developed civilization hahahaha, the Amos people should really say thank you sincerely to the Emperor and say sorry, because he actually took out his shell and gave it to them, the little bugs, as the capital for so long.

The Emperor is really a good person.

He deserves to be admired and admired.

"Yes, the help the Amos brought to the Great Emperor is not proportional to the help the Amos brought to us... It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous..."

Elma smiled miserably, and the golden giant eyes had left, and it penetrated into the nebula sky above the tower. Looking at this scene, she lifted her tentacles powerlessly and waved: "What am I unwilling to be, what am I not satisfied with... Why do I want to rebel..."

So that's it. All my unwillingness, all my anger, all my anger and confusion are all because I am too weak... I am too weak, and even the Emperor cannot understand the slightest part of it.

At this moment, an invisible wave began to spread across the Nebula Sky and even the entire royal court dome.

Emperor Amos fulfilled Elma's wish and began to spread his power and drive out the extreme virus fluctuations in the entire Amos court.

It’s nothing difficult to do, it’s just a big cleaning. He can also clean up the “dust” deposited in the royal court and clean up some useless broken world wreckage.

Of course, the former can be easily achieved because of his many clones, while the latter takes a long time and may take a long time to complete it. However, this is not important, and what he lacks the least is time.

Elma and Krelle were sent out of the inner circle. In the blink of an eye, they themselves appeared in the dome of the royal court without knowing what was going on.

"At least it's a good thing."

There was no choice but to comfort the other party: "Think about it, not only are we not dead, but Emperor Amos also took action to eliminate the extreme virus, no matter how we think about it, our goal has been fully achieved."

"……yes."

Elmaqiang responded with a mental aura, her tone was confused: "Our goal has been achieved...at least the Amos court is safe... and I can't say that, after all, with the Great Emperor here, when will it not be safe?"

It's just a little bit of death, what a big deal.

She said so self-deprecatingly.

And looking at Elma like this, Creel felt very uncomfortable.

When she was just revived by Elma, the human captain saw a strong Amos who was strong, independent, had his own goals, and was actually very good at thinking for others. She would choose to try to get rid of the influence of Emperor Amos for the sake of others and for the future of the Amos, try to rebelliously leave, and survive independently in the multiverse.

She had careful plans and perfect preparations. If it weren't for the Extreme Plague, she would have started to act long ago. However, because of the Extreme Plague, because the Extreme Plague would kill tens of billions of Amos, she abandoned her ideals and tried to collect information and solve this problem.

Even if she is an Amos, not Mrs. Mycrore, this is worthy of respect, because she has not attempted to seek greater benefits for herself by "harm others". Even if she resurrects herself, it is just for a win-win cooperation.

That was a very charming alien woman.

Instead of what is now, the goal has been completed, but it is decadent and confused.

Alas, sighing, Creel smiled bitterly and found that her problem was like Elma, because she was too weak, so she could not do anything, but because she was too weak, she couldn't help the other party.

But at least, the problem was solved.

But, has the problem really been solved?

After a while, Elma, who was in a daze, was connected with Krell, who wanted to cheer her up, suddenly received a message.

"Elma, the surrounding of the border void settlement where you lived before was once again attacked by the extreme plague. We are organizing the people to evacuate. Originally, we should have transferred the materials and movable houses together, but the magic circle blockade on your house is too strong. We will not be able to unlock it for a while, so we can only leave it in place."

"Tell you, so that you won't be prepared when you go back later. Even if the commander level will not be eroded by the extreme virus, you should be careful of the possible extreme creatures. I know you killed one, but that kind of monster is rarely predicted once, right?"

"Cullos, stay."

Cullos was the royal guard who had been transferred to the Void Settlements infected by the extreme plague with Elma before and went to the Jizhong District. He was also an acquaintance of Elma. He seemed to be still responsible for the plague-related matters in that area. After knowing this, he told this old friend who had just met the emperor and was now very popular.

“…What’s going on?”

Elma's originally confused expression gradually became vivid, and her tone gradually went from being speechless to being incredible, and finally to being incredible: "Extreme Plague?"

"Has the fluctuations of the extreme virus been completely wiped out by Emperor Amos?!"

Elma, who had no idea what she had heard, looked dead before Kreller turned in shock, immediately spread her communication wings and began to frantically connect hundreds of bands. In contact with many different regions, partly asking acquaintances, partly relying on her authority to go back directly, partly just simply confirming whether there was any reply.

Soon, shocking results appeared.

"There is indeed no limit within the royal court that the plague continues to spread... but there is no change in the border. I heard from them that it has indeed been relieved for a short period of time, but the plague soon recurs again..."

Elma raised her head in shock. She tried her best to exhaust her limits to look at the distant star dome and the center of the distant star dome. Emperor Amos's clone. She finally understood what was going on in the "expressing the extreme virus in the royal court."
To be continued...