One Man’s Power

island.

inside the base.

The two-story restaurant is quiet, some people want to burp but restrain themselves when they are full; some people choke on the chili, their face turns red, and they try not to cough; A cigarette, to be a living god, today is an exception, subconsciously put the cigarette under the nose and smell it, look at the English letters on the cigarette holder, and sit in a daze.

In the early morning of this day, everyone crowded into the east corner of the second floor of the base restaurant, spreading out in a fan shape with the east corner as the center.

There are various states in the world, and this is probably the case. A silent pantomime is being staged in the Serenity Restaurant.

Two sacristans are sitting in a corner eating.

Who dares to be rude.

It is worship, awe, and respect, just like believers see gods, and every sanctification is a well-deserved human hero.

What a miracle!

Tang Shengzhe went to the restaurant to have breakfast in person.

Everyone's eyes were different, and they all showed surprise and shock.

It was as if he had seen a spectacle of heaven and earth falling apart.

It went against common sense, against cognition, and completely violated everyone's impression of Tang Hong!

Tang Shengzhe hasn't visited the base yet.

Yeah... In April this year, Tang Shengzhe replaced Fang Shengzhe to sit on the north altar of xc-dxy-Twin II. At the beginning, the golden and red ones could go there to deliver supplies, but later it was completely banned, and no one was allowed to approach. We all Use the remote control car to send the necessary supplies for daily life.”

How can he bear it!

Wouldn't it be sad for Tang Shengzhe to live alone on the north coast of the island for two whole months?

If you want to change me, I'm afraid you will go crazy and go crazy.

Everyone had the same doubt, wanted to ask Tang Hong but didn't dare, so they communicated with each other silently.

Fortunately, island rafting, in all directions, there is indeed no one.

Tang Hong's situation is quite different - as long as he takes a few casual steps, he will be warmly greeted. At least on this island, wherever he goes, he is always the focus and center of people's attention. But he lived alone on the north shore, in a prison isolated from the world, cut off from most communication, and Tang Hong was in it, and he didn't take half a step.

What a strong will!

A tempered mind!

At this time, in the restaurant, everyone looked at each other in dismay and thought: I heard that Tang Shengzhe still has to go for a walk after eating, it's too scary, it's not normal... Could it be that something happened to Li Xuekong, and Tang Shengzhe was in a low mood?

Li Xuekong has passed away, but he is still concealing it and has not announced it yet.

Currently in the know: Ruosheng, and research institutions around the world. Li Xuekong passed away yesterday, announcing the failure of the midsummer plan to [extend his life], and it also ignited the fighting spirit of all the saints.

But people's emotions are not the same.

...

A dining table by the window.

The food on the delicate plate has been eaten.

The wavy blonde girl secretly glanced at Tang Hong.

In the early morning, eating fried potatoes, Tang Hong was dressed in simple and dignified black clothes, with an inexplicably solemn expression, his words, deeds, and actions subconsciously exuded an unusually heavy and relaxed weird atmosphere.

It goes without saying that it is heavy.

The ease is because after two long months, my strength has greatly improved, and I have experienced the long-lost joy of life.

Glancing and then glancing again, the blond girl licked the milky white milk on the rim of the cup: Sage Tang doesn't look very happy, everyone dare not speak.

In her mind, Tang Hong is like ???????????????

In her imagination, the midsummer sun shines on the beach of an island in the vast Atlantic Ocean, the blue sky and white clouds, seagulls soaring, and the cool wind blowing by, what should the two of them be??????

Unfortunately it didn't happen.

Why.

We'll have to talk about it later. The curly blond girl rested her elbows on the edge of the dining table, resting her chin, and blinked her blue eyes twice: But, do we have a future?

...

A dining table not far away.

Mr. Steel Egg added a high-calorie, multi-layered hamburger.

Kacha, Kacha, he chewed quickly, his bulging mouth looked like two balloons, but when he looked up, his gaze was a little more blank.

Tang Hong appeared in the restaurant. He had breakfast with the sage Sikong Wuyi. It seems that these two sages will return to China today. Cooperate with the military to suppress these two altars of gods.

Fortunately, Tang Hong and Sikong Wuyi worked together to drag a disaster god out of the range of the altar, fought fiercely in the sea, and forcibly beheaded one.

Mr. Steel Egg loosened his pine red tie.

The xc level has become xb level, not as suffocating as before.

Two altars.

A god of disaster at the stage of apotheosis. Mr. Steel Egg sat on the chair, shaking slightly.

...

Suddenly seeing Tang Hong and Sikong Wuyi talking and laughing and standing up, he didn't care about eating any more, Mr. Steel Egg rushed to meet him.

at the same time.

Everyone also looked over, not daring to breathe, and pricked up their ears to listen.

Everyone.

Tang Hong turned around, faced the crowd, and looked around the audience.

He was sitting in the east corner of the second floor of the restaurant, and the crowd was distributed in a fan shape, so he could see everyone at a glance.

I have been very happy working with you all during this time. I am very grateful for your support and assistance. It gave me the opportunity to become a pioneer extraordinary person who can shoulder the mission of becoming a holy warrior from the weakest jihadist force in history. It is everyone on this island who gave me a The best environment allows me to learn a lot, become stronger day and night, and improve every day. Tang Hong finished speaking in one breath, and flew out of the open window on the second floor of the restaurant with Sikong Wuyi.

subsequently.

Fly out the window.

Tang Hong turned back and blessed a few more words, and the clear voice came to the ears of everyone present, containing a trace of joy.

All of a sudden, some people were beaming with joy, and some were full of joy, or stood by the window, cheering and bidding farewell to Tang Hong, or dancing to express their inner joy.

Tang Hong's words turned the parting into a happy scene for everyone.

Everyone was full of excitement, watching Tang Hong and Sikong Wuyi standing on the watchtower, and the special plane marked with the Chinese national flag flew from the sky.

The two pilgrims return home!

At 8:20 a.m. local time, the two officially left the island, preparing to return to their motherland from the Atlantic theater.

The mission of becoming a saint is to guard the altar of the gods, and now there is a more important mission-to gather all members, only to fight for survival.

...

After a long time.

Mr. Steel Egg finally regained his composure, tugged on his red tie, frowned and remained silent.

Tang Shengzhe just seemed to be talking about becoming a... pioneer transcendent with the mission of becoming a saint?

But.

I'm also pioneering extraordinary.

Mr. Steel Egg couldn't help covering his face and sighing, no one in the world regards Tang Hong as a saint, except Tang Hong himself.

Maybe geniuses have stricter requirements on themselves?

The middle-aged man whose original name was Gabriel Sanchez and whose Chinese name is Steel Egg put on a red jacket again, and continued to patrol the altar of God in the north.

The rest also dispersed.

Everyone is in position, each performs his duties, and no one dares to relax. Even if the pilgrims return home to rest, it is to adjust to the best posture to meet the catastrophe.

——

On the private plane.

The cabin is very spacious, with sofa seats and brown bookcases filled with various books. There are only two people, Tang Hong and Sikong Wuyi.

Tang Hong closed his eyes for a moment, and looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds beyond the porthole: We are flying to the North Pole.

The route that takes the shortest time.

Sikong Wuyi lowered his head, took a sip of hot tea, and looked down at magazines from around the world. He had much more travel experience than Tang Hong.

After all, it was Tang Hong's first time to go abroad, and since Sikong Wuyi became a saint, he began to undertake the mission of guarding the world at the international level, basically going to all parts of the world.

For example, a flight from China to the United States usually circles over the North Pole. From the map, the shortest route is across the Pacific Ocean, but it is not the case, because the earth is round and elliptical, and the actual flight route will be drawn. long.

Security is also an issue.

There is no alternate airport on the sea. Once an accident occurs, there is no place to repair it.

Speaking of which.

Sikong Wuyi paused for a moment, then glanced at Tang Hong who had a strange expression on his face: Are you afraid of my crow's mouth?

Tang Hong shook his head: I'm thinking about what to do if I encounter a dangerous attack from a flying type.

Oh. Sikong Wuyi said clearly: Dangerous gods rarely attack humans, unless the plane transports different space crystals and Type 19 equipment. Besides, the North and South Poles are forbidden areas for gods, and they will never enter the range of the North and South Poles. .”

It may be due to the magnetic field, the climate, or other reasons.

Anyway, no one has found out the root cause of the restricted area so far.

In December of last year, Dr. Sang of the Central Research Institute invited Li Xuekong and Fang Nanxun, two sages, to conduct experiments in the North Pole, using two authentic different-space crystals as bait, and the disaster god like colorful clouds never into the Arctic range.

correct.

Sikong Wuyi raised his head and said: I heard that your belief in killing gods is stronger than that of killing gods, does killing gods become stronger?

Tang Hong leaned on the bookcase, and while selecting books on psychology, he said, Every time I kill a god, it has the miraculous effect of sharpening my will and purifying my soul, making me stronger. It's a pity that it's not easy to kill the god of disaster now, and the sacrifices of other gods Taiwan has entered turtle shell mode again.

Turtle mode?

Sikong Wuyi couldn't help laughing and said: This year's midsummer, on June 1st, when He descends, all the cracks in different spaces at the edge of the earth's atmosphere will temporarily merge, turning into a huge channel that can accommodate the manifestation of the real god descending. At the same time, the altars of gods from all over the world cooperated with each other to stabilize the channel of different space.

Humans are preparing for midsummer here.

The same goes for the Altar of God.

If it wasn't for Li Xuekong running out of fuel and showing signs of returning to light, the disaster gods inside the two altars would not have shown up.

You need to know the fusion of cracks in different spaces...

Just one day.

Sikong Wuyi shook the teacup in his hand, the light tea fragrance wafted away, and the cabin fell into silence.

The other side.

Tang Hong, who was leaning on the bookcase, bowed his head and pondered: If you give me another year, I will win this battle.

There is still too little time.

In terms of combat power, I am not as good as a genius who becomes a saint, and in terms of function, I am not as good as a saint who sacrifices his life, one life, in exchange for one blow.

Tang Hong is very clear about his position.

And as his horizons increased and his status rose, he faintly realized that this midsummer... relying on the combination of extraordinary sanctification and technological power alone is too far behind, and the disadvantages are too great. Three years ago, a hundred became sanctified. There are more than a dozen saints, and humans can't beat them at all.

Unless dozens of people become holy overnight.

Or the first day that disappeared for many years before suddenly returning.

None of these are realistic.

How do we fight?

Tang Hong silently looked at the book cover: Inferiority and Transcendence, Meet the Unknown Self

——

Within the territory of China.

The capital of Quang Nam Province.

The owner of a high-grade sequence that breaks through different spaces, the third day is sitting on the floor-to-ceiling window seat of the corner cake shop, and he is also thinking about this key question that Tang Hong thinks about.

Exchanging the life of becoming a saint in exchange for the fading of the body of a real god, this road is no longer feasible.

There are not so many saints in the world today!

Even if the nuclear bomb is upgraded to a hydrogen axis bomb, and the electromagnetic weapon successfully developed last year is added, it will not be effective.

Technological weapons are almost ineffective against gods. This is the valuable experience of many years of blocking warfare, and it is a recognized fact! Most technological weapons are useless, and only the extreme heat has a chance to melt the body of God.

Moreover, the gods are wise.

Strategic weapons can hit at most once.

There are more than thirty sages—there are eleven geniuses, and eight peak sages... How can we win the catastrophe after three days? The gap between the two sides is too great.

Like Tang Hong, she also hopes to leave more time for humans.

But... time waits for no one.

It is as strong as a genius becoming a saint, with unparalleled beliefs, and the third genius can only secretly pray for the first belief of [one sword cuts through different spaces], the last sword that has been honed through pain for so many years, it is best to prevent him from coming.

...

North Lake Province.

Fang Nanxun, who became a saint, met with Xu Xian, a talent the next day.

Peak sanctification?

more than.

Xu Xian took a look at Fang Nanxun the next day.

He clearly noticed that there was an abnormally terrifying power in Fang Nanxun's body that was constantly rising, and he was about to surpass the peak and become a saint.

This kind of power even shocked even a genius, and even made Xu Xian feel the slightest threat of death.

Fang Nanxun shook his head: It's useful, but it's also useless.

Xu Xian: I don't care about these, just do my best.

After speaking, Xu Xian returned to the wooden house, as if he didn't care much about the battle plan.

well.

Fang Nanxun was a little worried: How should we distribute it?

...

Near the imperial capital.

within the Central Research Institute.

Dr. Sang's exclusive rest room, the night pearl emits a faint light, reflecting that tired but excited cold face.

One pass, two passes, three passes.

As long as the first two levels are passed, we humans will have more time. Dr. Sang's eyes fell on the screen indifferently, and he muttered to himself: The third level will have tens of millions of casualties at most. If you are lucky, you will lose millions. Population. Sorry, that's the only way to win.

Even Dr. Sang was indifferent and crazy, and a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

The night pearl continued to shine.

There is a heating device to provide it with the necessary energy to glow.

Dr. Sang turned sideways, picked up the pillow, and sewed tacky red flowers on the surface.

Scoff!

Rip off the pillow!

Dr. Sang took out a blood-red candle from the pillow!