Countless beams of light and bright spots occupy the entire void, endless chaos and death.

　　 This is a war of gods. Random blows from both sides bring fatal destruction, and all species on a planet can be easily wiped out.

　　 Peng Ao stared at everything in front of him in a daze, but as a participant in this battle, he watched everything from a third-party bystander.

　　 The enemy is very powerful. Even if it is the spiritual master who dominates the spiritual realm, he has to face their attacks directly.

　　 Combat strength is completely dependent on sacrifice and quantity maintenance.

　　 His comrades gradually lost support, and the scale of victory gradually tilted towards the enemy.

　　 Watching the combat bodies driven by the comrades disappear one by one in the dazzling bright spots that suddenly appeared, as the soldier's unyielding will urged Peng Ao to act quickly.

　　 No... can't be on the sidelines... I must do something... I must...

　　Peng Ao wants to participate in the battle. He wants to drive his own body and step into the battlefield with his comrades to fight the enemy for the future of the world. This is his pride as a fighter.

　　 But after working hard for a while, he discovered that this is just his wishful thinking. He is not only a bystander, but also a piece of ‘emptiness’ that has been deprived of his body.

　　 And ‘he’ was on the battlefield, evading the enemy’s weird attacks time and time again.

……that's me?

　　Where am I?

　　If that is me, who am I...

　　 No one answered Peng Ao’s question. Death and destruction took turns in front of him. A huge beam of light swept across a planet, as easy as a hot knife to cut through tofu, leaving a scarlet scar on the surface.

　　The intensity of the battle has steadily increased over time, and Peng Ao saw that the exterior of those units was unknowingly covered with a thin brown layer that was creeping.

　　 Peng Ao instinctively wanted to speak out to remind his comrades in arms, but no matter how he shouted, he still couldn't convey the message, he could only watch the body fall one by one.

　　 Unwilling, unwilling, but there is no other way.

　　 is going to lose? No, how can we lose...

　　If it loses, what should the future of the world do? Annihilation will cover everything...

　　The situation has reached an irreversible level. As one of the last survivors, ‘he’ worked together to launch the final secret technique.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 I saw, they shouted.

　　 "Lost? Impossible! We haven't lost yet!"

　　 The foundation of the huge world began to twist under their power, and the terrifying power inside was led out. This was the final decisiveness of their remaining fighters.

　　 "Bloom! Main sequence star! Destruction will be brought to the Amoeba!"

　　 The endless brilliance drowned everything, and the destructive force destroyed it. This is the destruction of a world and the rebirth of a world.

"Do not!"

　　 Peng Ao's instinctive cry, some kind of shackles was broken off by him, and when his mind was completely regained, he suddenly found himself in a room constructed entirely of flesh.

　　He merged with this fleshy room, and in front of him was a huge eyeball, staring at him who had just recovered.

　　 "Free yourself, you are really special."

　　 Before Penao said something, he'heared' the words from that eyeball.

　　 This kind of hearing is not hearing in the true sense, but the information transmission based on the direct connection of nerve fibers to the auditory nerve area of ​​Penao's brain.

　　Peng Ao's thinking springs up a lot of memory.

　　 Yes, the battle has passed, they have already lost, lost to the Amoeba, and now they are one of the captured members.

　　 "Amoeba, you will eventually be destroyed."

　　 Peng Ao looked directly at that eyeball with hatred and an unquenched fighting spirit.

　　 "Weak and ruthless words are meaningless and a waste of energy. It seems that the ethnic group's evaluation of you must continue to be lowered. Stupidity is most appropriate for you now."

　　 looked at Peng Ao, who was already helpless but still inexhaustible, with his eyes indifferently, and did not arouse much reaction because of the opponent's words.

　　 Just like the experimenters on the earth will not react too much to the estrus of the mice, the only thing is to look down.

　　 "We know from other prisoners that you are the risk-elimination union in the seventh tier, also known as risk-elimination workers. It is your responsibility to guard the world of the door and will actively eliminate any factors that may permanently damage the world of the door."

　　 "Then the exclusion person, the next step is the interrogation. You can refuse to cooperate, but you must be clear about the consequences. Your behavior will determine the existence of your exclusion person family."

　　The collectors directly and clearly stated the seventh stratum to which Peng Ao belongs.

　　 Peng Ao is not afraid to meet the big eyes of the collector, and responds sarcastically to the collector.

　　 "You Amoeba can only use such inferior threats."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Why do you think such a threat can make me afraid? If I am afraid of the destruction of the race, I will not be here."

　　 I don't know if he was deterred by the aura of the risk-elevating man, Peng Ao, or simply thinking about other things, the eyeball blinked one-eyed and stayed for a while.

　　 then began to retract.

　　 "Since this is the case, then forget it. Anyway, if you don't talk about other races, you will also say that there are many other seventh-class prisoners, and they are all the same."

　　 Eyeballs were stopped by Peng Ao.

"and many more!"

　　 "What do you want to know?"

A simple sentence dismantled the determined Peng Ao. The collectors are now proficient in inducing target thinking ~ lightnovelpub.net~ It is almost impossible to have no barriers between the same race. Even the collectors do not understand each other and need to communicate.

　　 This is true in a race, and the gap between race and race is naturally not to mention. Without a smooth means of information exchange, the gap would only be too big.

　　The gap is the best catalyst for the chain of suspicion, and this is why the collectors can dissolve the determined fighter like Pen Ao in a single sentence.

　　Peng Ao has prejudice against other races of the same class. This prejudice is an inevitable effect of racial estrangement, and Peng Ao can naturally infer that other races view themselves in the same way.

　　Peng Ao can abandon himself, abandon race, and refuse to cooperate with collectors for the sake of the righteousness of the world, but he cannot guarantee that other race fighters can do this to the same extent.

　　So many captured warriors will always be subdued again, and the hard bones like Peng Ao, as well as the danger-relief races who rejected Amoeba's destruction behind him, did nothing at all.

　　 In this way, the chain of suspicion is completed.

What Peng Ao wants to bet on is his own race, his own mother civilization, and the most important thing is that the benefits are not proportional to the effort. Even if he refuses to cooperate with the collectors, the risk-elimination race will not get any huge benefits, nor will it accomplish any surprises. The achievement of the world.

　　 Putting all these together, Peng Ao, who was going to be tough to the end, immediately seemed to be softened by the collector.

　　 And these, the collectors had expected it, and Pen Ao's reaction was also in their plan.

　　 Facing the subdued Peng Ao, the collector asked the questions that he had prepared early in the morning.

　　 "What is "Venus"?"