In the process of science popularization, the collectors paid attention to the reaction of the Sect Master Shuntian.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for an individual whose worldview is still limited to the sky to understand what the universe is.

In the end, the popularization of science was successfully completed, and the Sect Master Shuntian did not go crazy.

After the popularization of science, the collectors didn't care how much Shuntian Sect Master understood. As long as the native had a basic concept, it was enough.

"Do you know why I want you to understand this?" the collector asked.

"Shangling doesn't know, please also ask the Titan God to make it clear."

Knowing the body of Amoeba and knowing that boundless power, the Sect Master in Shuntian regards Amoeba as a race that reaches the top of the realm of gods, and even his name has changed.

Although the collectors repeatedly denied that they had nothing to do with gods, the Sect Master in Shuntian didn't change his mind.

If it is not God, then why can it be done that only God can do?

And the ever-changing abilities of the collectors also coincide with the image of God that Suncheon Sect believes to be invisible. In the past, the only invisible and intangible was ‘Heaven’, and now there are more Amoeba collectors.

"All said that I am not a great god..."

"For you to understand this, I hope that your race can have a few representatives, correctly understand our intentions, and follow our instructions."

"Now that you understand, you can wake up."

Sect Master Shuntian was startled when he heard the words. Just about to say something, he felt that the soles of his feet were empty, he suddenly stumbled and fell, and then he plunged into a large pool of water.

The Sect Master Shuntian, who was submerged in the liquid, was struggling instinctively.

The barrier was very soft, and after groping along the barrier, Sect Master Shuntian finally determined that he was enclosed in a soft container.

Sect Master Shuntian tried his best to tear open the barrier, exposing it to the air all at once.

"Puff--!"

As if jumping out of the water, Sect Master Shuntian instinctively drained the liquid in his mouth and respiratory tract out of his body.

"Here, what is this place...cough cough cough..."

Sect Master Shuntian looked around. The dark environment was projected by the light source from above, forming a round smooth surface on the ground. Thanks to the light source above, Sect Master Shuntian was able to see his surroundings clearly.

In the dark, there are round glossy surfaces on the ground, and the light source from above casts them down. In the center of the glossy surface is a piece of meat, which looks very soft.

"what are these?"

Sect Master Shuntian glanced under his body subconsciously, and the shriveled flesh membrane on the ground suddenly came over. Those pieces of flesh were probably the same as his here, a soft container.

"The first one to wake up, it seems that you are the best qualified among this group of people."

Suddenly, an inexplicable voice sounded.

Sect Master Shuntian was shocked, and he immediately became vigilant, looking around, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

"Who?"

"I am a collector."

The inexplicable voice responded.

After understanding the source of the sound, Sect Master Shuntian relaxed, bowed in one direction, and respectfully asked the body of the flesh in the smooth surface.

"Great God, what is in these?"

"It's your kind, they are still asleep, and they will wake up after a while."

Sect Master Shuntian, who got a definite answer, settled down. He didn't worry about what would happen to the same kind who were still trapped in the fleshy membrane, because if Amoeba were to kill them, they would definitely not survive.

Such a desperate gap made the Shuntian Sect lord not worry, and some were just in awe.

But looking at the number of flesh membranes, the Shuntian sect master felt that something was wrong. If there is a person trapped in a flesh membrane, then this number is too small. There are more than this number of people in the Shuntian sect alone. Not to mention the other two cases, as well as the wild road of self-understanding.

"...Our people are more than that, what about the others?" Sect Master Shuntian asked hesitantly.

"They are placed elsewhere, you and these are all selected."

The answer of the gatherer eliminated the last trace of worry from the Sect Master Shuntian.

Soon after this, the flesh membrane was broken open one after another, and the natives of the planets were drilled from inside.

"Puff--!"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Coughing sounded one after another. If you just listen to the sound, you don’t know which hospital you have been in to treat colds.

These are the old predecessors in the field of weird evil arts, and the suzerains of the other two sects are among them.

If the juniors who have been practising weird evil arts see their embarrassment now, I am afraid they will be shocked.

When they were relieved, these old things in the field of weird and evil arts stood up and looked at the surrounding environment. No one appeared panicked, because the collectors had already explained everything to them in their dreams.

After all the natives were awake, the darkness around them began to recede, and light gradually flooded the surroundings.

Sect Master Shuntian found that they were in a large confined space with a large number of eyes on the barrier. These dense eyes stared straight at them, staring straight at their hearts.

The inexplicable voice sounded again.

"We are the Amoeba civilization from afar. This is considered an official meeting between our civilizations. You will represent your civilization in diplomacy with us."

"I did not intend to intervene, but because of special relationships, we now give you two choices, one is to surrender and become a vassal civilization under our jurisdiction, and the other is to refuse. We will wash away all your memories about us. , It also includes all relevant information about weird magic arts."

The gatherer finished speaking and returned to silence.

Sect Master Shuntian did not answer immediately. Although they don’t understand what “vassal civilization” means, it does not prevent them from understanding the concept of “vassalism”, as well as purging all memories related to strange evil arts. The same can be understood.

After some discussions, someone walked out on his own initiative and stared at the eyes on the barrier.

"Do we have to choose?"

"Yes, if you choose the first one, you will know more. If you choose the second one, you will voluntarily give up all the right to know. There is no need for any psychological pressure. No matter what it is, you will not die, and it will not be directly related to it. The demise of your civilization, you can safely make a choice." The gatherer replied.

As soon as the word perish came out, Sect Master Shuntian's heartbeat seemed to slow down for a while. From this answer, they could understand two meanings. One was on the bright side, Amoeba did not intend to destroy them, and the other was a hint. Amoeba has done destructive things.

"Demise..."

"You are a threat at all...Woo!"

The speaker was held back by someone next to him before he could finish speaking, depriving him of the right to continue speaking.

"Shut up! Who allows you to be presumptuous in front of the great gods!"

In addition to those who blocked the vocalists~lightnovelpub.net~, many indigenous people took the initiative to apologize respectfully toward the eyes on the barrier.

"I also hope that the great gods will not blame him for his disrespect."

The eyes on the barrier looked at them, and the answer was still as usual, and nothing changed because of what happened just now.

"Don't have any pressure, we are more sensible than you, let's make a choice."

‘Choice’ was once again placed in front of the old people in the field of weird sorcery, they were silent.

"..."

After a long time, Sect Master Shuntian spoke.

"I... I choose the first one."

The other old people did not express any objections, and agreed with this choice by default.

"A very wise choice."

In the confined space, inexplicable voices are neither joy nor sadness.

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