Downey was ready for Mobius to turn his face, but no war broke out.

"Go, go, destroy more universes, this is a path of no return." Downey murmured.

For the time being, there is no upper limit to the potential of the anti-life equation, and the carrier that can be loaded with the equation has a limit.

Even if Mobius was born noble and a senior member of the watcher family, he is not the only **** after all. As the anti-life equation snowballs like crazy expansion, Mobius will either stop or be blown up. There is no third. road.

In the original book, Mobius destroyed more than a thousand universes and then stopped, and hurriedly went to Darkside body desperately...If Mobius could really control the anti-life equation perfectly, he would not do it. Such a stupid thing happened.

Therefore, judging by Mobius's situation, swallowing one thousand to two thousand universes is already his limit.

When the limit is reached, either the madness will venture to go to Dakside, or the explosion in place, no matter how you look at it, these two ways are dead ends.

"Darkside itself is not so easy to kill, and his clones are not decorations."

Downey shook his head, dragging a total amount of terrifying matter to the periphery of the main universe.

Waves of blood domain energy impacted these messy materials, but they were all blocked by Downey with only divine power.

After pondering for a while, out of caution, Downey did not use the mother box to prevent someone from suddenly attacking him. Instead, he relied on his own mighty power to shape the basic model of a planet.

This is equivalent to recreating a universe, even more complicated than a universe.

The matter of the sum of a hundred universes converges into a planet in one go. The internal structure of this planet has to divide more layers of underground space. The planning of constant parameters such as gravity should also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

The masses of matter were divided by Downey. With the powerful strength of the eighth level, Downey's grasp of the microcosm was terrifying. Every tiny particle could not escape Downey's eyes and was controlled by Downey.

Creating the universe is not difficult for the veteran eighth-level existence, but for the current Downey, it is really the first time, so Downey is extremely cautious.

A torrent of terrifying matter like a nebula came in one after another, pieced together under Downey's precise control. These microscopic particles combined with each other, spliced ​​countless metal elements, and gathered into a brand-new territory.

Starting from the core of the earth, layer by layer, huge planets began to be constructed from nothing, and vast dragon-like substances poured in, forming models of new planets.

"Almost..." Downey whispered.

...

The main universe.

The veteran **** Metron finally couldn't bear the current life.

The former **** of knowledge, completely disgusted with the life of being a weak chicken, submitted an application to the Supreme Council to get the Mobius chair back.

"Donny said that he would return the Mobius chair to me!" Mitteron said angrily.

But a group of members of the Supreme Council looked at each other with weird eyes, and fell silent for a while. After a long time, Sai Tianjiao calmly said: "Yes, we will return the Mobius chair to you."

Mettron almost cried with joy.

It's pitiful in the sky, and he has been reduced from a dignified **** of knowledge to a way of living by washing the dishes. He doesn't know how much he has suffered.

But now, everything is over! Mobius will return to his hands, as long as he sits on a chair, he will still be the omniscient **** of knowledge!

Midron was desperately mad, and the two decades without knowledge and power were the most painful period of his long life.

Finally, in the great expectation of Metron, the Mobius chair was returned to Metron.

But the moment he saw the Mobius chair, Metron's face completely changed, and a violent panic and anxiety surged into his heart.

"You are mistaken, I want my chair, luxurious and majestic." Mitron gestured and said seriously, "The chair of Mobius, not this bench."

Mitterlong pointed to the small bench in the hands of Zhisai Tianjiao, a slap could cover all of the small bench.

"Because of some irresistible external events, the Mobius chair has become like this, but the core programs are still there and the functions are sound."

Sai Tianjiao turned his head away while talking.

Mettron was struck by lightning, "An irresistible event?"

Sai Tianjiao was silent for a moment, and did not respond to Mettron's questioning. Would she say, I took your chair apart and made a hammer?

Mettron took the chair with a dull look, no, it was a bench. Looking at this small bench that happened to allow him to sit down, he felt that the worldview was collapsing.

"This is my Mobius chair? My supreme throne?" Metron almost shuddered when he took this small bench from Sai Tianjiao, grief and indignation.

Sai Tianjiao quietly disappeared without a trace.

Mettron stayed in place with a dull expression, muttering to himself, as if stupid.

No matter how you look at it, this little ruined thing in your hand is basically two things than the high-end throne.

Mitron's face was twisted ~lightnovelpub.net~ full of tears, and solemnly put the small bench on the ground, acting carefully, for fear of accidentally breaking this simple gadget.

The huge buttocks sat on it with difficulty, and it was too hard for Metron, who was tall and strong with legs, to sit on such a small thing. Once contacted, the familiar feeling came back.

The white light belonging to the "Mobius bench" surged, and the intelligent program in the bench couldn't wait to connect Metron's brain and soul, and it seemed that he had been fed up with this **** life a long time ago.

"Really you?"

Mettron really wanted to cry, as if the world was falling apart.

What have you experienced?

From an artifact that can turn a mortal into a **** of knowledge, into this ghost? How can I sit and pretend to be forced?

After crying for a long time, Mettron wiped away the tears and restored his majesty. The twitching corners of his eyes and the sorrowful eyes were suppressed by his efforts, trying to regain the demeanor of the **** of knowledge.

It’s also miserable. Not long after Mitteron got the Mobius chair, he noticed the news that the ancient day of destruction was about to hit the main universe. I gave Donny a very useful artifact.

After twenty years of vicissitudes, the chair of Mobius became a small bench of Mobius and returned to the hands of Metron.

The small bench firmly covered by the butt, exuding majesty and excitement, lifted up Metron, who was struggling to find the feeling, and swayed into the sky one by one, looking down at the world and observing the multiverse. Things have changed.

"My **** of knowledge, Metron, is finally back!"

Mettron's legs were suspended in the air, announcing to the entire Cybertronian the return of the great God of Knowledge.

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