When McClellan saw the map for the first time, his heart began to beat.

Because from the distribution points on the map, the combination of all transmission arrays actually forms a huge transmission array.

This huge transmission array center is the main transmission array.

McCarron's heart was racing. This was a project for which he was solely responsible, but he had no idea that he had inadvertently built such a massive, almost complete transmission array.

McCarron had no doubt that he was capable of designing such a large and complex transmission array.

Not even the most sophisticated space magician could arrange it.

Its complexity is far more complex than the most complex mathematical formula.

But McClellan arranged it unintentionally.

And it also had to be geographically between each tribe and not have different points of spread.

As long as any tribe's geographical location, or traces deviate from the transmission point, it is possible to render this almost natural huge transportation array ineffective.

McClellan couldn't believe his eyes. If this was all a coincidence, wouldn't it be too much of a coincidence?

Each transmission array is extremely precise, and even the type of transmission array, as well as its transmission direction, are arranged in very detail.

After a brief hesitation, McClellan immediately ordered: "Destroy the main transmission immediately."

"Destroy the main transmission array?" Fang Shui and others showed hesitation.

"Come on!" McLaren looked at the people's hesitation and immediately stepped forward in person, raised his hand, and waved the white light towards the main transmission array.

But at this time, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the main transmission line.

McCarron was startled and quickly took a step back. He saw a figure in the light beam of the transmission line.

A figure burning with flames emerged from the main transmission array.

The man looked around hesitantly, and again looked at McClellan in front of him, with a somewhat violent expression on his face.

"Where is this?" The man looked at McClellan suspiciously.

McCarron felt his breath hitch, this stranger was clearly more powerful than he was, and much stronger.

"Well, Mole Ant, we are asking you a question, how dare you ask this place!" The man snorted coldly and raised his hand to McClellan.

ah-

McCarron's body suddenly burned, wildly devouring his life.

At this time, a huge figure fell from the sky.

The elephant, the warrior of the new tribe, looks at McLaren, lifts his foot, and plants it on the ground. The ground immediately sank, burying McLaren in the ground and immediately extinguishing the flames on McLaren.

"Why? Human, you are powerful."

"Who are you?" The elephant stared at the gaudy elephant, his face equally heavy, and the stranger gave him a terrible pressure that made his breathing sluggish.

"I am the God of Fire, mortal, obey me, I can give you a more powerful divine power!"

Vulcan glanced at everything and looked at the elephant coldly and haughtily.

A powerful human, the most powerful he had ever seen, save for monsters.

The Vulkans today are no longer as despised as they were in the beginning.

He even sought out qualified humans within Zoroastrianism to imbue them with divine powers.

Unfortunately, the effect was not very good, and now that the elephant appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel some hope.

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