I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

The scene changed again at that moment.

The sky and the forest-like Federation fleet were gone, but the surroundings were equally bright.

It was a huge circular passage with a diameter of more than a kilometer. The entire structure was white, with no obvious light source. It seemed that the entire wall was glowing, making the space as bright as day.

And here, the most tragic battle is being staged.

In the sky, the federal fleet was fighting countless puppet talents in white uniforms, and the three fourth castes were controlling the battlefield with absolute power.

They are humans too, but they are killing humans. From ancient times to the present, it seems that only human beings are the most capable of killing people.

The two fourth castes are blocking the fourth caste of the god-worshiping race in the sky. Even though the fourth caste of the god-worshiping race has a large number of fellow races to cooperate with the federal fleet, they are still retreating steadily under the absolute combat power of the two fourth castes. , showing obvious inadequacy.

And in the battlefield below.

Sisi looked forward.

A fourth caste was looking at them with a sneer.

The moment he saw him, Sisi's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. As if recalling some bad memory, he turned his neck stiffly and looked around him.

The first batch of federal troops and aircraft that rushed forward suffered a devastating blow in front of the sudden fourth caste, and are now retreating in an all-round way, while the one on top is...

Messiahs.

More than three hundred saviors are pouring in from all directions.

They form a semi-enclosed arc, enclosing that fourth caste.

Those people's faces were still covered with bloodstains and stains, blood and sweat were flowing, and their eyes were solemn.

For the macro battlefield, they are just a drop in the ocean, but they are all proud saviors. In the area under their own jurisdiction, I don’t know how many monsters have been killed and how many rescue missions have been carried out. In front of the fourth surname, he also appeared so weak.

That is the strength and confidence that more than 300 people can't show.

The uneasiness in Saixi's heart became more and more intense. He couldn't remember where Mr. Su had gone, so he had to look left and right, but Mr. Su was nowhere to be seen. He only turned his head and saw Jonathan standing beside him.

The lion is lowering his body, the tailor-made power unit roars, ready to go.

He noticed something and turned to look at him.

Sisi's heart began to tremble, and he reached out his hand to hold him, but for some reason he failed, and the lion jumped out like lightning. The battle begins in an instant.

Conquering the fourth caste has become the goal of every savior.

People burst into shouts, and in the bright world, the angry howls of human beings resounded.

Finally at that moment, he heard the golden-haired lion say this to him.

Sisi, how close are we to killing him?

Sisi turned to look at her side.

The mecha of the burly lion has long been broken, half of his face is scorched black, and the original appearance can hardly be seen, only the eyes are shining with scorching light.

He was also looking at Sisi.

What's wrong? Sisi?

Sisi turned his head in a daze, and saw that everyone in the battlefield was staring at him, every savior, every person he was familiar with or not, was looking at him like that.

Perhaps sensing that Sisi's state was wrong, they called out and wandered in this battlefield.

Sissi?

Sissi!

How are you Sisi?

Should we wait for Sisi...

We can't wait, our time is running out, Sisi, you must...

Sisi opened her mouth.

He finally found the source of the cry.

The words that accompanied him for half his life actually came from this moment.

He was vaguely aware that he had heard the call.

It was a call mixed with the sunlight that was cut by the sand.

Those calls accompanied him throughout his childhood.

Back then he was called Billy.

He is a not so sensible boy. For a long, long time, he couldn't understand his sister's expectations of him, so for a long, long time, he felt that his life like that was correct , even before that, he felt that this kind of life was correct.

How can a person live in the direction that others think?

but……

Is it really?

Is it really?

It was as if a voice said in Saixi's heart: Saixi, do you really think so?

That is expectation, trust and expectation...

Who in this world would live up to other people's expectations?

I don't know when it started, the chaotic battlefield suddenly quieted down, the gods fighting in the sky disappeared, the battleship group disappeared, and those puppets from the Tandan people seemed to have never appeared before. The messy battlefield became empty in the blink of an eye, leaving only Saixi alone.

He fell towards the ruins, crying like a lost child.

He finally realized what it was he was running from.

He finally realized what it was that he couldn't face.

It was something he had always had, but something he never really cared about.

It wasn't until they were all gone, like catkins blown by the wind, that he finally realized this, stuck in his own dream and unable to wake up.

However, the long dream has an end.

Sisi looked up.

Just seeing the blond man standing in front of him, the shadow cast by his tall body even covered him.

Jonathan held out his hand to him, showing a hearty smile: Sisi, we have already killed him.

The sound of footsteps came from the other side, and Saixi turned his head, looking in surprise at Su Chen coming from the end of the ruins.

Su Chen had a complicated expression on his face, and his eyes stayed on Jonathan for a long time.

Jonathan also turned to look at him, smiling, as if meeting him for the first time outside the British Peninsula: Su Chen, long time no see.

Su Chen said with a sigh, Long time no see, Jonathan.

Let's go. Jonathan slowly withdrew his hand extended to Sisi, just looking at him: It's time to go, Sisi, you've slept long enough, I've always regretted not being able to have a drink with Mr. Su , Sisi, help me finish it.

Jonathan smiled and walked away, only waving his hands from a distance, like a final farewell.

Su Chen was pulling Saixi up from the ground, when he turned his head, the figure of the lion-like man had long since disappeared.

The word savior is heavy and heavy. It is not a symbol of power and privilege, nor is it a stage role for fighting monsters in film and television dramas, nor is it the so-called dream of saving the righteous with talent.

What people want to have, so become it.

Bright red cloaks and ridiculous tights are just the emperor's new clothes.

The one who can truly become the savior.

It is the weight of the heart.

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