Legendary game, in Hongmeng world...

At this time, in a private room of an inn in Hongmeng City.

The top leaders of the demon clan and the machine clan gathered here.

On the demon side, there are Mo Zhentian, the demon princess, the witch and others.

On the other side of the mechanical clan is the mechanical clan headed by the Machine King.

Recently, the machine clan and the demon clan have actually been at loggerheads.

The reason is that the Machine Race has obtained some universal tokens to enter foreign races. They did not choose the weak Human Race or the God Race, but chose to invade the Demon Race.

This makes the entire demon clan go crazy!

So the machine clan had a fight with the demon clan!

In the end, the machine race with more people overwhelmed the demon race.

From then on, wherever the high-level players of the Machine Tribe were on the map, the Demon Tribe would take a detour.

The two sides formed a rift.

But just now, Mo Zhentian privately chatted with Machine King and said that he had something important to discuss.

It concerns the fate of the two races.

I had nothing to do, and when I saw the other party talking scary words, the Machine King thought the other party wanted to negotiate, so he brought the senior management over.

In fact, in a place like an inn, even if you are killed, nothing will drop.

But after all, it’s a matter of losing face, so it doesn’t matter if we bring more people.

To put it bluntly, the mechanical race is robots!

The Robot King is obviously one size larger than the other robots around him, and he looks like the boss at first glance.

Seeing that everyone was here, the Machine King sat on a stool with a golden sword and shouted angrily:

"If you fart, let it go!"

The rude words made the people of the demon clan narrow their eyes, but Mo Zhentian raised his hand, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a smile:

"Machine King, don't be so angry."

Unexpectedly, the Machine King would not give him any face at all: "Hurry up! My time is limited."

Mo Zhentian’s eyebrows jumped, and finally he smiled and said:

"Does the unknown prodigal know?"

"Of course, I heard that you suffered a loss at his hands, hahahaha..." the Machine King said with a gloating smile.

Mo Zhentian ignored the other party's ridicule and continued: "He grows up very fast."

The Machine King crossed his arms, "So what? We have no conflict with him."

"But……"

Mo Zhentian raised his voice and said: "He is from the human race, and at this growth rate, he will be able to surpass you soon.

At that time, he may become the first person to leave this world.

So what kind of abilities will he gain by then?

Do you think it will be detrimental to your mechanical race?"

After saying this, all the mechanical tribe fell silent.

However, they are all Tigada, and there is no expression on their faces.

After a moment of silence, the Machine King said:

"My machine race has no intention of going against the human race, and I don't think he will mess around either."

Mo Zhentian sneered: "Haha, there is an old saying, although it sounds ugly, it is really true.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

"Really? Then we have been at peace with the Gods for a long time." Machine King retorted.

"But the nameless prodigal son is a human!" the demon princess interjected!

"Human race...that's nothing. On the contrary, I am more afraid of you demons. Your demonic energy will pollute our world, and we don't like it." The Machine King responded lightly.

"You! Huh! Look at these videos again!"

Mo Zhentian released some intervals between the unknown prodigal son's explosions in the past few hours.

This was recorded by someone he sent lurking there.

It was precisely after seeing the terrifying explosion rate of the unknown prodigal that the demon princess said no and launched a holy war in advance.

Before the video was finished, the people from the mechanical race imitated the tone of the human race and started to get angry.

"Damn it! His explosion rate is so high! He can produce something good in half an hour at most!"

"Your sister! We may not be able to explode in a few days! How many things does he produce in an hour?"

"Oh my god! This is so exaggerated!"

"I'm dizzy! No wonder the demons want to drag us into the water. The explosion rate is so scary!"

"Hey, don't you care that the Wuming Prodigal is already an 18th-level saint? It hasn't been long since he came to Hongmeng World, right?"

…

All kinds of exclamations and complaints resounded!

Those who didn't know better thought it was a group of humans talking.

It can only be said that the machine race has been imitating humans, even in speaking.

"Hehe, how about it? You know how scary he is, right?" Mo Zhentian said with a bitter smile.

But the Machine King's answer almost choked him to death.

"So what? I have no conflict with him."

What the hell...!

Why is it so indifferent?

Did I talk nonsense for a long time?

Mo Zhentian and the Demon Princess scolded the Machine King bloody in their hearts!

I really don’t understand this mechanical brain circuit!

Isn't it a short circuit? I heard that if the machine race has a short circuit, it becomes an idiot.

Taking a strong breath, Mo Zhentian slowly said word by word:

"But he has become more powerful and will be harmful to you!"

The Machine King shook his head and said: "That will happen in the future. Maybe he won't be detrimental to us?"

"But what if he will be harmful to you in the future?" Mo Zhentian was a little crazy.

The Machine King asked back: "But what if he doesn't do such a thing that is detrimental to our race in the future? If I go to deal with him now, wouldn't I become a villain?"

"What the hell..." Mo Zhentian was so confused that he almost burst out of anger after taking a mouthful of old blood.

He suddenly understood the thinking of the mechanical tribe.

They don't plan for a rainy day and only look at the established facts.

For example, if the demonic energy of the demons is harmful to them, they consider the demons to be their enemies.

Now that the nameless prodigal has not done anything to harm the machine race, then they will not challenge the nameless prodigal.

To put it bluntly, this guy is just one-minded and stupid!

Not enough words to speculate!

Mo Zhentian instantly lost any interest in talking!

There's no point in talking any more!

Waste of breath!

"A bunch of wooden machines! They can't understand the magic words! Let's go!"

Mo Zhentian waved his hand and flew away instantly!

The others flew away immediately!

"Are we leaving like this?" the demon princess asked.

Mo Zhentian snorted coldly: "Didn't you see? There is no point in talking about it. We must now be prepared to face the human race, the gods and the mechanical race."

The demon princess said coldly: "Then let's launch a holy war after we go out this time! Our demon clan's overall strength has a chance of winning even if we face the three of them.

They are afraid of our evil spirit!"
To be continued...