One Man’s Power

Ding!

There was a soft sound.

It was crisp and weak, and Dr. Sang regretted that he couldn't penetrate it with his weak hands.

Even though the divine body was uninjured before, there are a total of six golden leaves.

And the current appearance of the divine body: ??

That's right, just like that, a slightly wounded body with only five golden leaves... Dr. Sang worked hard, but still couldn't cause a single bit of damage.

Roar!

The regular god let out a low growl, an unknown divine language, and no one could understand it.

It is also difficult for world-class language experts to translate the true meaning of God's language, at best they can decipher a few words.

I just poked you. What is it called...

Dr. Sang looked gloomy.

It seems that his innocent little dream may not be realized in this life. He can kill a normal god with a mercury weapon in his mortal body.

really.

No matter how powerful a mercury weapon is, a normal person cannot kill a regular god who is imprisoned, suppressed, and confined here. Use divine breath to penetrate into the protective clothing, and the golden red will not last for a second. Dr. Sang lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then poked hard a few times.

Can't hurt at all!

The gap between ordinary gods and ordinary humans is too great.

It is too big to make people despair and surrender, Dr. Sang sighed sadly: It is an iron rule in the world that only extraordinary people can fight against gods... It is a pity that the mercury series cold weapons are not perfect enough, and are useless against extraordinary people.

Early mercury weapons were not hard enough.

Neither is toughness.

If it is used by an extraordinary person, it will greatly interfere with the rhythm of actual combat, and the collision force of tens of tons and hundreds of tons can be concentrated in one point enough to shatter mercury weapons.

Begin... the second experiment.

As Dr. Sang's desolate back faded away, the tinkling sound continued, and a large number of mercury bullets with extraordinary will poured out like a waterfall, all pouring on the god's body, and the golden leaf flowers seemed to have been hit by wind and rain devastated.

ding ding ding~

The crisp sound is like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

Dr. Sang walked aside and took off his protective clothing with the help of several scientific research assistants. This heavy protective suit is made of mercury, with a layer of titanium alloy on the surface. It is completely airtight and airtight. There is an oxygen device inside. Although it cannot prevent the penetration of divine breath, it can offset most of the temptations of gods.

It is here that Dr. Sang can get close to the divine body.

It's just a hassle to wear.

Go ahead, don't worry about me.

Dr. Sang arranged for several scientific research assistants to record the experimental data one by one, put on sky blue coats, and slowly left the laboratory.

Outside is an invisible passage.

At the corners on both sides, four or five cameras are installed to faithfully record images in all directions, without dead ends, and there are special personnel to monitor them all the time.

Dr. Sang is out!

Attention, everyone, Dr. Sang has left Laboratory No. 4 and entered the South Passage No. 4. Immediately send someone to follow up... This person's security level is currently the highest in the institute. The leader of the security department issued an order.

With the above sentence, the people below will break their legs.

Suddenly someone followed Dr. Sang and found him whistling and going to the bathroom: Isn't there a bathroom in the laboratory? Why did the doctor come out just to use the bathroom? The leader of the security department was puzzled and scratched his head. I don't know what Dr. Sang's move means.

In fact, there is no need to over-interpret.

Along the winding and silent passage, Dr. Sang made a special trip to visit Niu Hechuan, and took out a sweet red apple with him.

Click, click, he gnawed on an apple, knocked on the door of a quiet room, and then the door opened automatically, and Niu Hechuan sitting cross-legged in the middle of the big quiet room came into his eyes...

The Chief Instructor of the Yellow River Organization Special Training Camp, and the Advisor of the Imperial City Division, and the Pioneer of the Extraordinary Niu Hechuan!

PhD.

Niu Hechuan, who was about 1.9 meters tall and was wearing a white exercise suit, slowly stood up. The ugly scar on his left eyelid had already disappeared.

Dr. Sang took a bite of the apple and stared at Niu Hechuan.

No success?

Almost.

Niu Hechuan stands like a mountain, thick and calm, as if telling a failure that has nothing to do with himself: I overestimated the gain of the ultimate god and overestimated myself... Last week, I broke the human body limit for the third time in all directions, and the fourth time is nowhere in sight.

The quiet room is empty, surrounded by silver-white walls, as vast as a starry sky.

The ground is paved with layers of tempered glass.

After seeing several obvious cracks on the glass, probably because of a power leak, Dr. Sang understood that Niu Hechuan's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

It's okay to fail.

Long before you became a saint...I said that the success rate is not high, very low. Dr. Sang made a sincere evaluation: Don't expect miracles to happen every time, that is...that is Tang Hong.

After speaking, Dr. Sang took another bite of the sweet and delicious red apple.

How is Jiang Lulu? Niu Hechuan changed the subject nonchalantly: It's February now, and midsummer is around June, so we don't have much time left.

Dr. Sang: The midsummer battle is just a small wave before the big wave hits, and only after it is over can we have the qualifications to face the big wave. Once a year the real gods come.

Every three years, when disasters and riots occur, there will be a manifestation of the advent of a real god.

A small node...

Nodes that occur just before the turning point...

Hearing this, Niu Hechuan looked solemn, and took a deep look at Dr. Sang.

Above the disaster, it can be called a catastrophe.

The catastrophic battle that occurs every three years, Dr. Sang actually said it was a small wave, and said that it was not the beginning. It is equivalent to a book that has not really been opened to see the content, but it is just a prologue on the cover?

This is exaggerated.

Niu Hechuan: A big wave is coming?

Dr. Sang: There is still a big tsunami behind.

Niu Hechuan: ...

After being silent for a while, Niu Hechuan asked: Several sages are approaching the end of their lifespans, the oil is exhausted, and the time is running out... I am also approaching fifty. If there is a future, will there be a solution? .”

Yes, yes. Dr. Sang ate the apple expressionlessly: Grab it, study it, I want to open a new chapter for the path of the extraordinary.

The great plan of supernatural rise has always been Dr. Sang's core goal...

Since the road to transcendence is so short...

Then at the end of the road, at the end of the road, continue a new road for it.

The upper limit of the lifespan of a transcendent is fifty years old.

The maximum number of saints is fifty-three. Dr. Sang ate all the apples and clapped his hands: I can't allow any extraordinary person to grow old because of the end of his life, and die because of old age. The only way is to catch it and capture it alive. Immortal, don't consider good or evil, right or wrong, or standpoint... I want to live beyond the ordinary, and live longer.

He spared no expense to widen and expand this road!

He wants to buy Chaofan more time and prolong his life!

Dare to ask the sky to change its face, so crazy, Niu Hechuan was moved: Is there any progress, the natural fairy really exists?

Whether we believe it or not...

[Xian] is always there.

Dr. Sang looked at Niu Hechuan and said, I almost forgot to talk about the business. In anticipation of your failure, I pre-arranged several alternatives... Now it seems... Well, you really didn't disappoint me.

Niu Hechuan was startled.

disappointment?

Doctor, you used the wrong word, it must be a miscalculation.

Don't be dazed.

Come with me. Dr. Sang looked at him with relief.

Niu Hechuan was taken aback for another moment, his heart was stunned, and the horse's hoof trampled on his soft heart to produce a critical blow.

That night.

Imperial capital division.

The headquarters of the Yellow River Organization, the consultant's office, Yu Ming picked up the white landline microphone.

She communicates something with the Central Council.

Next to it, there are landscape paintings on the wall, and Mo Xiusheng is sitting lazily on the sofa.

Goji berries are good.

Eat more and drink more. Mo Xiusheng muttered to himself, and sprinkled a handful of red goji berries into the cup.

About thirty-three grains, no more, no less.

In fact, the reason why the good habit of soaking goji berries in hot water prevailed at the Yellow River Headquarters was Mo Xiusheng, because everyone would think that a dignified peak consultant was drinking goji berries every day, and maybe drinking them day and night would help break through the extraordinary.

That's why it spread all over the headquarters.

Gudong Gudong~ Mo Xiusheng took two sips, Yu Ming on the other side also finished the communication, hung up the communication, shook the white microphone in his hand, seemed a little sad.

The higher-ups asked us to discuss how to disclose the extraordinary world. Yu Ming frowned: The problem of divinity has not been completely resolved... It would be good to discuss it in advance, but it is still too soon.

Mo Xiusheng smiled slightly: Then you don't think it's too soon to make it public.

Yu Ming: After I die.

Mo Xiusheng withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and watched the ripples on the surface of the wolfberry hot water.

...

After a while.

Last year's new consultant, Peng Ming, who is more than two meters tall, walked into the office.

public?

Peng Ming was faintly angry: What are you doing? Let's discuss after the midsummer catastrophe! The opening of the extraordinary world will inevitably arouse greed. Don't tell me that the higher-ups are going to use the resources of gods and objects for popularization of the whole people. Sharing resources will only harm us. It doesn't matter if it's lacking, online public opinion, extraordinary, but what if it affects Jinhong...

Yu Ming looked at Peng Ming and said seriously: This matter is still under discussion, there is always a solution.

Peng Ming said coldly: There is no need to discuss.

Obviously Peng Ming disagreed, it was too early, and it would do more harm than good to Chaofan.

At this time.

Mo Xiusheng stood up and said, It's not up to us to decide. Just a few consultants can't represent the extraordinary world.

All votes.

Let all extraordinary people decide together.