Let you upgrade alone, you lead the country into the heavens

Chapter 184 A transaction!

Artyom was confused and surprised at the same time.

This robot actually knew that he and others came from a parallel world.

But...the great race Is also has ancient gods, what does this have to do with anything?

Seeing the mechanical body retreating frantically, it was like a timid creature that had encountered danger and wanted only to retreat into its nest.

Artyom quickly stopped.

"Wait, I have some questions."

"roll!"

Seeing the mechanical body quickly retract into the facility, the hunter shouldered the grenade launcher and asked in a subtle tone.

"Boss, do you want a beating?"

Artyom shook his head. "He dared to come out to meet us, which means he's not afraid of our weapons. I suspect the ancient god he's talking about is..."

Although the words were not finished, the Rangers had reached a consensus and looked outside the United Government Headquarters in unison.

That direction is where the Mutual Aid Association’s temporary base is set up, and it is also the portal for them to return to other worlds.

Taking a deep breath, Artyom looked up.

"I'll go talk to the machine."

After saying that, he walked towards the interior of the base on his own, following the direction in which the mechanical body escaped.

The armored headlights illuminated the road ahead, and the confidence given by the gatekeeper made Artyom walk with determination.

All he heard along the way was the sound of thin ice being broken and the sound of the armor's servo motors.

This corridor seemed to extend underground, and there were rooms on both sides.

Artyom saw it.

There were many items stored in these rooms: an old, abandoned 550C, the latest 550W, a ball removed from some instrument, and the frozen body of an old man...

As he watched all the way, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"That mechanical being, why is he collecting so much junk? Is this the cultural relic he was talking about?"

Suddenly, a red light shone from the ceiling.

Artyom was startled and took several steps back.

When the searchlight was shone over, he found that it was the head of a mechanical body that was sticking out from the ceiling, and its eyes were emitting red light.

The mechanical body said coldly.

"Are you looking for death? Why don't you listen to my advice?"

Hearing this, Artyom straightened his chest and looked at the machine without any fear.

"I just want to ask some questions. If you kill me, he won't let you go!"

The red light in the mechanical body's eyes became stronger and stronger. When it was magnified to the extreme, it flickered like a malfunctioning light bulb, and finally switched completely to green.

He let out a wail.

"Why do I always run into these bad lucks! Okay, just ask whatever you want, and then get out of here as soon as you're done!"

"No problem!" Artyom was delighted and asked the first question directly.

"Who gave that bouquet of flowers?"

The machine raised its head and replied, "My master ordered me to sacrifice it. He commemorates and respects this great civilization that died prematurely, although I don't know what made it so great."

Master? Artyom noticed that this was the first time the machine had mentioned this word.

There is no doubt that they are from outer space!

Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Can you tell me about your master?"

The machine thought for a moment, then nodded again, and continued with a tone of great admiration.

"My master has come from across time and space, and this is just a small episode in his journey."

Across time and space? Artyom's face was slightly moved, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Which time and space?"

"Why should I tell you?" The light in the mechanical body's eyes turned yellow and its attitude was extremely cold.

Artyom scoffed.

"We just agreed that after you answer all my questions, I'll leave immediately and I won't bother you again."

"Why...if you don't tell me, then you don't know?"

The light in the robot's eyes turned red, and his tone became a little excited.

"Who says I don't know? I'm the master's own creation. The things he and I have seen far exceed the sum of your eight lifetimes!"

"Boy! Pay attention and listen carefully."

Artyom pretended to listen attentively.

The mechanical body raised its head and said.

"The universe we came from is far more lively than this one, but there's a bunch of lunatics out there who are madly hunting down the Ancient Gods and Outer Gods!"

"My masters found it boring, so they moved away from that universe."

Hearing this, Artyom couldn't help but take a deep breath.

What a world that would be!

The Mutual Aid Society may never develop this kind of world. It is too dangerous. The lunatics mentioned by the machine dare to hunt even gods.

The machine's gaze seemed to penetrate Artyom's armor, and seeing the reaction on his face, it nodded with considerable satisfaction.

"Ask quickly, ask quickly! Although you are the first visitor I have received, my time is limited."

Artyom thought for a moment and spoke again.

"I saw a lot of... uh, your collection in the hallway. Are those things collectible?"

The mechanical question was answered meaningfully.

"They were all items that played a decisive role in determining the fate of this civilization at critical moments. They may seem worthless to you, but to me and my master, they are invaluable exhibits."

"Of course, it is precisely because of the changes in these key nodes that this world will eventually die."

"This is a very meaningful collection. Many Islamic people will come to visit it in the future!"

Artyom's mouth twitched slightly. Is he treating the Wandering Earth world as a museum?

He couldn't help but think of what the president had said before, when they were exploring some unknown worlds, such as the Tianzun World and the Misty World.

Because of the complexity of the above situations, the president would always say with emotion during the exploration process, "Sociology plus three".

Now, the earth in this time and space has become a museum of other people's "Sociology Plus Three".

Coming back to his senses, Artyom remembered the important matter and continued asking.

"You sound more like a museum curator, so I'll just call you curator. Are there any living people on this planet?"

The mechanical body rolled its eyes, seemingly not rejecting the name, and replied speechlessly.

"Aren't you a living person?"

Artyom was also speechless.

"Except for us visitors, I mean."

The curator laughed, "Of course not. If you consider those remains as human beings, they are everywhere..."

"What do you mean?" Artyom was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked back.

"My master made a deal with the remnants of this civilization." The curator replied, still smiling.

"All that awaits them is death anyway. Rather than becoming a worthless backdrop to the universe, it's better to exchange it for an opportunity."

“A chance to change!”

"What do you mean?" Artyom frowned. It seemed that this great race, the Is people, also had a hand in this.

The mechanical body smiled. He liked to see others not trying to understand things.

As the light in his eyes returned to yellow, he stopped laughing and answered while looking deep into the underground facilities of the United Government.

"If you go in and take a look, you will know what has happened to this planet. You will also soon understand how generous the terms of the deal we offer are."