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Chapter 39 The collapse of the Tower of Babel

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Many people who noticed these slave rats were confused. What were they doing? Even if they wanted to run, what was the reason for running in such a roller that could never be finished?

Is it...for fitness?

Hello, what are you doing!A magic rat couldn't help but shout and asked the slave rats behind the robot.

More and more people noticed the strange behavior of the slave rats, and were also curious and shouted: Hello, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

The slave rat who heard the call of his compatriots looked out blankly, and the long running in the roller almost made them unable to hear the outside world, but after all, they could hear it clearly.

Yes, what are we doing?

Confused and confused, why are they running in this roller for?I don’t know, I’m quite tired anyway. Since everyone says that… I’d better take a break.

The slaves and rats walked down from the machine's rollers one by one.

Hoo...huo...huo...huo...

A weak buzzing sounded from the Tower of Babel. The originally shining wires flashed unstable, and the light was dim. The machines that slaughtered life were like kites with broken strings. The hideous blood-red indicator light was dull. They lowered their heads and stood there silently.

Looking at these monsters that suddenly stopped, no one knew what was going on. They looked at each other blankly, looked up at the towering Tower of God and the Tower of Babel, with no response at all. After a while, the prophet's noisy shout came: What's going on? Why is my video stuck? Hey, what about the download speed? Where is my WiFi? Mom, wait a minute... Why is the power outage? AhAhAhAh! Ah, who has no power or WiFi, cannot move, will be killed by the natives! Hurry up and use the airdrop cabin to send a generator down... No! Without WiFi, you can't even contact the space station! What to do...

The prophet looked down in panic. The people and the devil rats in this world looked at the towering Tower of Babel in confusion, and the prophet didn't know what he was going to do.

The prophet's eyes rolled and his heart came up with a plan, clearing his throat: Cough, my people, congratulations, for passing the test of God. There are many young races like you in history, who have failed the test and were destroyed in the long river of history. Now you have bravely proved that you are a race that is as excellent as our celestial dragons. I, Cough, I... I am very pleased, very pleased.

In fact, the prophet didn't know what he said just now, so he said it in a hurry. Now it seems that he is still very satisfied with what he said.

There was no amplifier equipment, and the tower was so high that the people under the tower didn't hear anything he said.Without the threat of robots, the crowd was infuriated for a moment and people threw stones into the tower.

It's so big!The prophet shivered on the tower and screamed in horror.

It was you guy who deceived us into building this tower!?

The bastard returns my hard-earned money!

The beggars angrily grabbed the cable that had not been removed after the construction of the Tower of Babel.

You pseudo-prophet!Fake, fake prophet!

My brother will fall to death for your tower...under the tower!

The slave rats also angrily grabbed the construction cables on the other side.

This tower was built for you by me!

We can also demolish the tower we built!

Let's work hard together!

Prophet stuff...die!Die!

Hey...Xiū!Hey...Xiū!Hey...Xiū!

The towering Tower of Babel was shaking, feeling the shaking at the high altitude, the prophet begged grandpa in horror to complain to his grandma, his pants were wet, crying, my parents: I'm sorry I was wrong!Give me aside!Give me aside!Don't shake me wrong. I'm sorry, I deserve it. I'm useless. Tianlong people are the most trashy race in the universe. We are all dogs and spare me. Yaya!!

At this time, two races with different appearances, the human race of this city and the magic rat of this city, one lives on the ground and the other lives on the ground but in the same world, with the same heart, working together, shouting a sound of coordination, and fighting for the same thing!

Hey Xiū…hey Xiū…hey Xiū!

Hey Xiū!Hey Xiū!

Hey Xiū!

Help AhAhAhAhAhAhAh!!

Rumble

Tower of God, Tower of Babel.

Look!They became the same people and all the same words. Now that they have done this, there is nothing they want to do in the future.We go down, and there we mess up their accents, making their words blocked from each other.

The people on the ground completed his first half, and the people on the ground completed his second half, and finally built this tower that communicates with the human race and the devil rat, the mortal world and the gods.

However, in the end, the human race and the magic rat jointly destroyed this symbol that should have symbolized the joint efforts of the two races to be together for common prosperity and prosperity in the future...

At dawn, the sun was rising, and the wreckage of the collapsed Tower of Babel gradually dissipated.

This night was very messy, and it was very difficult to figure out what happened tonight.

A homeless man opened his eyes wide, saw the person opposite him, and stretched his head out in disbelief.What kind of monster is that Ah, with the mouse's head, sharp teeth, and the fishy smell of the sewer.

The slave mouse opposite also noticed his gaze, trembling in fear, and carefully looked at the hairless thing he had never seen before when he stayed underground in his whole life.

Be alert, uneasy, hostility, hatred.

These should have been there, but looking at the wreckage of the Tower of Babel, the feat they had just accomplished together, the things that seemed to be born, could not be born anyway.

But they still approached carefully and cautiously.

The slave rat nervously raised his spindle-shaped head.

The homeless man restrained his fear and was ready to retreat at any time.

What a strange monster this is.

They thought at the same time.

He is like me.

We... are all the same, all the people living in this world.

The brief silence, in the tension, subconsciously attracted the tramp. The homeless man stretched out his hand to the slave rat. Almost at the same time, the slave rat also stretched out his claws. Because they were too nervous, they all turned their heads over and dared not look at them or touch the terrible monster in front of them.

The human hand and the magic rat's claws are approaching...