[Words are as follows + apocalyptic wasteland + superpowers + relaxed and humorous + micro group portrait + "secondary" + a bit rampant]
Don't accidentally travel to the wasteland era more than two hundred years later.
Compared to the civilized era, this place is simply... Paradise for Mo Huan!
He who has the ability to speak and speak is a god here!
What? Are you saying that gods are not here to save the world?
Who said that? Did God agree?
Don't cast your greedy eyes on the whole world.
…
Many years later.
When the alien gods invade again, don't wave your hands impatiently.
"Get out!"
In an instant, the outer god was wiped out.
Later, he stood on top of the world, overlooking all the living beings at his feet.
"When the desolation tide of the wasteland recedes, civilization will eventually be reborn in order!"
"You are not a god at all, you are a devil!"
"What kind of god would empty the treasure trove and force the federal speaker to pole dance?!"
"The evil god, this **** is the evil god!"
"Human beings don't thank the gods, and the gods are the original sin of oppressing all living beings!"
"It was you! You destroyed our home and destroyed our civilization!"
"All living beings, ask the gods to commit suicide!"
Mo Wan looked at the barking creatures at his feet, and a ferocious smile gradually appeared on his face.
"All living beings obey orders..."
"Kill yourself and die immediately!"
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