It was not until he saw a huge wolf head staring at him with a pair of red eyes that Arkham Oub realized that the opponent Tiratmes arranged for him was not inferior to his appearance in terms of monster appearance. Especially the golden streamlined body, the layout of the etching on his body was very particular, with light flowing slowly inside, and it looked very unique. The wolf head was no less ferocious than Arkham Oub's body in the crystal world, but in terms of precision, the wolf head was much higher than his rock body.

Usually, when the body is of equal strength, one problem will be explained from the side, that is, the ability to control power, that is, the fighting skills. Those with high combat skills often pay more attention to their appearance, because the use of power is often associated with the appearance in terms of fluency during the use of movements.

Arkham Oub was looking at Atlas, and Atlas was also looking at Arkham Oub. Atlas's eyes swept from the top of the flame to the bottom, and then from the bottom to the top. He looked surprised and confused, and pointed at the flame with his finger and said, "One, two...Ten..., in just a few days, why did Your Highness have another consciousness? I can see that this is different from the last time. That is purple and this is brown. Could it be... what Your Highness is doing this...son?"

Arkham Oub's flames were instantly slowed down, and his consciousness was a little stuck. What is Tirathimis's...son? Is this how this world describes two similar relationships? He was a little confused for a moment.

And Tiratmes's voice easily denies: "Ah... no, it should be said... it's a grandson."

Atlas's electronic eyes lit up, and Arkham Oub's flames lit up again. God... can there be a grandson?

However, for such a god who created the Creation, creation is not a difficult task, let alone a title?

"Well, Your Highness is really intriguing!" Atlas stood up, turned his head left and right to look at Arkham Oub, and looked at him again, as if he was looking for somewhere on him that there was a shadow of Tirathimis, and said, "Well... what Your Highness created is always so unexpected. Hey... grandson!... That's right, although the space of Fenglingtai is a second-level virtual space, the space here also has the ability to develop independently. The gods cannot control things here, and there is no way to control them at all. Your Highness is really a god that will not even waste temporary virtual space!" Atlas's eyes were electronic eyes, and he could not see his heart, but his tone was very exaggerated, with a bit of a joke like a human being.

Tirathimis smiled and said, "It's really boring that they locked me up here! So they know what they created, and probably only turn a blind eye. However, the little things made in this space are a little unwilling to accept, and always think that they are the strongest in the world and like to fight. Now, if I go back to the real world to rest, he will come too. If I don't bring him here, he will ruin all the lives in that plane. I really don't know what to do. You also know that the things I create are free will, and you are like this, and he is like this... Alas, I find that I sometimes cause some trouble for myself."

"Like fighting... It's not a bad thing! But it's not that I'm talking about it. Your Highness, you probably spoiled him too much and gave him more skills, so he became more arrogant in this temporary second-level virtual space." Atlas looked at Tirathomes and said. Atlas was not a guardian of Tirathomes, so he didn't think Tirathomes should be respected. As a mechanic warrior guarding Tirathomes, Tirathomes was trapped on the spirit sealing platform by the gods, and there was nothing scary about it.

"Well, right! So I have an idea, why don't you let him fight him? In this way, he will at least know that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people outside of him. If he suffers some setbacks, he will always become more honest... I just don't know whether you agree or not?"

Tirathomes is a god, a god stronger than the wind chime, but now he is a little humble, as if he is begging Atlas to fight. Arkham Oub felt that it was not worth it for Tirathomes, and he smiled bitterly. The trapped God did not even have any dignity, but was actually begging his creation to do something, and the means were still deceptive!

This is a kind of sorrow. Thinking of this, he suddenly understood why the wind chime took such a great risk to complete the separation of itself from the plane. In the presence of God, his desire for dignity and freedom is no different from that of ordinary people.

Atlas looked at Feng Lingtai and said, "Fight with me? Fight with me? I have been guarding Your Highness here for more than 20 years. I am really itchy all over, but how can I fight? The space on Feng Lingtai cannot come out and go in. He has no physical support in this space. We can't find a way to fight even if we want to fight."

"This problem is easy to deal with." Tirathimis was confident. "Although Feng Lingtai could not come in and out, it was for the consciousness that had already been marked in the real world. He could not distinguish the independent consciousness that grew out of the second-level virtual space, because those marks of consciousness did not have marks in him at all! Therefore, you can send the consciousness of this little thing to your body. If you fix him in your space, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

"This..." Atlas was stunned.

The operation of independent consciousness requires a medium. Fenglingtai is an optical medium machine, which uses light as the carrier and runs the core of Tiratemis' consciousness. So, just like Tiratemis's way of existence, Arkham Oub can come here from a secondary virtual plane, and the current way of existence is also light as the carrier.

If the code snippets that make up Arkham Oub can be exported, in principle, he can also be converted into a piece of code on other media running platforms. In this way, he can enter another world from the Fengling Platform.

The body of a mechanic warrior is itself a precision-operating machine! Isn’t the mechanic warrior’s own will just a program?

"But..." Atlas was still hesitating. "Can my body bear it?" The first thing he was worried about was carrying capacity.

"It's no problem!" said Trathomes, "He just deserves a beating. How can he go crazy at your home court?" Trathomes thought this was not a problem at all. "When I was manufacturing your bodies, I used high-quality materials, and these materials are not even unnecessary now! Just kidding, how can the individual soldiers fight for the angel group guarding the gods? Even if your bodies carry five consciousnesses at the same time, they can still operate freely!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!