But at most he only saw some prototype in that soul. Even if he truly built a "soul" with basic cognitive abilities, it was a means close to God. Moreover, even if he reached that step, it would not solve the problem mentioned by the other party.

If what the other person said is true.

Even if it is a true soul, it is difficult to shape a perfect soul, let alone the simple soul built by him?

Do you want to put that soul in front of this president? But he feels that the simple soul is difficult to convince the other party. It is just a possibility of a technical route starting, and no one can see where it will really go.

While he was still hesitating, Friston said again: "But I still leave opportunities for those who are in the Silver Tower, but that doesn't mean I will give up on the current plan."

"...that is a test for the life and death of mortal civilization, and no one can make a joke. I will only leave real opportunities to those who are ready to face everything. You are right. War will sweep the whole world. Whether those who are forced to accept it are ready or not, if they are not willing to be a warrior, this war will teach them everything."

"Only a war that swept over the sea of ​​clouds can make those short-sighted people act, regardless of whether they are willing or not, it does not depend on their own choices. And due to the invasion of the empire, the kingdoms will passively form an army. By then, how much pressure the Oshu people put on them will ultimately determine whether everyone will devote themselves to resistance."

Friston paused for a moment, "And the person who survived, whether dead or alive, would become a qualified warrior. He would eventually gain that qualification and participate in the battle against worldly destruction."

Fang Yu was completely stunned by hearing this.

He had actually guessed some of it, but he didn't expect Friston's plan to be so crazy. Indeed, all he needed was to be the soul of the warrior and to make those souls an endless construct, and to join the one he had booked-

In the final battle.

What can be achieved in this world more easily than a war that swept across Aitalia? It is not that he did not foresee what the war would bring, but that he had already foresawed, or rather, it was.

That's exactly what this president wants.

"It looks like," Friston looked at his expression and shook his head, "Little guy, are you unable to accept this plan?"

Fang Zhu did not speak for a moment.

But he just didn't think about how to refute all this, but the environment he grew up in since childhood, everything he saw and experienced, as well as his full understanding of the world after Star Gate, the era shrouded by many halos-

He couldn't agree with this view.

"I just think...this is not right..." he shook his head, "but I can't agree with you, Mr. President."

"It's not just you, many people disagree with me," Friston glanced at Rofen, who was beside him, "but as long as you don't stand in front of the empire, I allow you to have room for thinking. Go back and think about it carefully. After all, sooner or later, no one can escape all this."

He paused, "In addition, the final topic of the competition held in the Hall of the Holy Kings three days later is also related to it. I would like to remind you a little, this is not a matter of revealing anything, after all, most people would have known this before."

“Technology is technology, direction is direction,” Friston said, “I hope you get it.”

He looked at Rofen, the young man nodded to him, and the two left.

Only the pilobe was left in place, his mind was messy.

He never expected that after leaving the tower and returning to Aiyin Bullock, he would face such important news.

However, there was still a clear part in his mind, telling him that the news must be conveyed, whether it was telling Bai Jia, Su Changfeng, and Miss Tata.

He suddenly thought of the look that Friston looked at him in the tower. Fang Yu couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that the genius knew better what he had left behind. The other party might have known the final result of this conversation since then.

Friston never expected him to convince anyone from the beginning. What the genius really valued was indeed the people he represented behind him.
Chapter completed!