Chen Mo traveled to the magical world and became a necromancer apprentice with no bright future.
When other mages chanted spells to summon zombie skeletons, Chen Mo looked at the skeleton soldiers he had summoned, holding automatic rifles, and fell into deep thought.
When the hostile Dharma God drove the bone dragon army that covered the sky and let out a roar of destruction, Chen Mo calmly dialed the interdimensional phone number: "Mom, it's a bit noisy here. I need a 'big speaker' to clear the place."
The next moment, space was torn apart.
[Hercules·Corona Borealis Great Wall—KBC Hollow—Sloane Great Wall—Pisces·Jonus Supercluster Complex…Inner Solar System—Eastern Xia Republic]
A giant steel beast, carrying the ultimate violent aesthetics of human industrial civilization, leaps out across dimensions. On the hull, the enchanted floating runes shone with a faint blue light.
"My friends from other worlds, please allow me to introduce you."
Chen Mo opened his arms as if introducing an old friend:
"This is the spokesperson of truth from the God of Cthulhu of Eastern Industries. He is professionally responsible for physical transcendence, precise delivery, and calming those who are dissatisfied - the Type 055 space missile destroyer."
"Warm reminder," Chen Mo showed a nuclear smile at the instantly petrified Dharma God and dragons: "Within the range of my eldest brother, truth will always have only one definition."
"And I am not targeting anyone -"
His voice echoed throughout the battlefield through the shipboard radio:
"I mean all the alien natives, ancient evil gods, and old rulers here... One by one, they are all happy!"
