My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 468 - 453: Speed of Troop Production and Initial Treatment (Two-in-One)

The million gods outside were in no hurry, just standing quietly in the void watching.

In their eyes, whether the thousand guys who went in blocked the door to stop them from entering or did anything else, it didn't matter.

It's only less than 0.1% of their forces anyway.

The war on the parallel universe level is very long, at least tens of thousands of years, since these thousand people want to go ahead first, it's better to let them test the waters.

Each of them was undying and indestructible, which was their biggest trump card.

At this moment, they stood in the void, like a giant movie theater of gods, calling Professor Wales to join them in watching the glass world that was like a movie screen opposite.

"Sir, you really should tell us more." A god spoke.

"Let me tell you,"

Encircled, Professor Wales spoke:

"After all, that opened area of All Heavens is my enemy, and I have come this time to stop the Light Ancient God!"

Wales, surrounded by people on both sides, was a bit restless, cold sweat streaming down, even though he knew he was immortal, and they likely couldn't attack him, he was still very uneasy.

Who knows what the foundation of these beings is?

What if they have means to strike him?

He had hidden three realms, could these million gods be hiding more advanced foundations and technology, could they even break through the untouchable level to kill him?

Completely unknown.

For now, they seemed very amicable.

And this calm amiability was the most terrifying, a silent dog bites the hardest.

"This world is divided into three systems: technology, extraordinary, creation..." Professor Wales kept introducing.

The gods listened, quietly contemplating the classification and comparison from the other side.

Technology.

Skilled in mass production, inheriting the shell left by "father," mechas passed down through generations, would eventually reach the divine upper level, hence they had millions.

Extraordinary.

[Cultivation] was their exclusive term, growing stronger from weak.

In essence, using the most primitive and barbaric method to force growth in the environment.

The crowd heard about the diversity of the extraordinary, and someone couldn't help but admire:

"There are actually millions of types? That Crystal Wall Universe is really amazing, we painstakingly managed to research only one extraordinary species, and it's just this, but the Creator God simply molded it."

"Esteemed seniors, this self-abusive extraordinary path, the high-end strong are actually not many." As a strong person from a technology system, Professor Wales still had certain prejudices.

"This we understand."

A voice spoke, extremely arrogant: "Our cultivated zombie species are the same, liking this self-abuse, evolving through natural selection."

"This so-called cultivation, in essence self-abuse, produces talents who are lunatics, long-term self-abuse, rigorously tempering the body, honing the physique, growing in combat and slaughter, making their psychology extremely distorted, each one is so warlike, simply is among the lower levels of ultra-low level creatures, unfit to keep company with us interstellar nobles."

"Technology and extraordinary, that's the difference between man and beast, man uses firearms, beast uses fists."

"Who are you cursing?" Suddenly, several voices arose.

Professor Wales turned to see several ultimate zombie extraordinary lives, extremely angry: "You dirty things! Interstellar nobles? What dirty stuff do you do behind closed doors?"

After all, the zombie species cultivated here for so long, surely some have broken through.

Here, among the million gods, part are technology mechas, part are flesh zombies, mixing two systems.

"I am cursing you, what now?"

The voice spoke, "A bunch of garbage, savage low-level barbarians, unfit to be nobles, warlike, bloodthirsty, low-level mongrels, thinking their bodies are so strong?"

"You guys!!" Those few zombie species bristled.

Professor Wales was unsurprised watching.

After all, even a class has five or six small groups, expecting the million gods to be one solid piece was very unrealistic.

However, at this level, everyone was undying.

Unable to even attack, so their attacks turned into verbal and mocking battles.

This is very down-to-earth.

In this mutual insulting, a voice nearby warmly said: "Don't let them bother you, afterall, over the long time, everyone regularly exchanges like this amicably, you see those thousand who ran out before, joked with us, insisted on running out to play themselves, not taking us along."

Wales nodded.

They often kill each other, attack one another, it indeed looked like "playing."

It's not the first time doing this, seeing those thousand people so adept at blocking the door, you know they do it often.

At this level, everyone is undying, even killing each other is for fun.

He even heard from a god next door, historically this happened a lot, someone even vomited blood from being cursed!

Truly vomiting blood, truly fainted from rage.

It's quite quaint, essentially they are still mortals, with insufficient spiritual cultivation, breaking mentally from rage is normal.

Another existence laughed and said: "Don't mind their quarrels, let's talk about ours, [Cultivation] is a term unique to the extraordinary, this third creation system, doesn't it require cultivation?"

"Can it also reach the divine upper level relying on brain and technology, then their number would be as many as ours?"

"That's not the case."

Professor Wales shook his head, "Their number, on the contrary, is even fewer, the least of all."