I saved the world after jumping backwards

"It really is you...the so-called pearls..."

Before Fyodor could speak, the silver-haired man standing in front of him raised his slightly gloomy face, his long hair was slightly disheveled, and his silver-blue eyes were full of hostility towards Xuebu.

"How dare you say that about Master..." He was like a mad dog protecting his master, showing his angry fangs towards the calm-looking silver-haired boy in front of him, "You don't know what to do. I'm going to kill you!"

However, Xuebu didn't pay attention to him, he looked at his nails perfunctorily, and answered him lightly, "Ah, is it? If you can do it, just come here."

"You are really..." Ivan, who knew he had been underestimated, gritted his teeth and glared at him. A thin layer of brilliance from supernatural powers covered him, and the ground trembled slightly like an earthquake.

"Ivan." Fyodor, who had been silent all this time, interrupted him. He held his face, with a rare serious emotion on his face, "For the sake of your life, I advise you not to do this, you You can't win Sariel."

"Ah...Master..."

The moment Fyodor spoke, the shaking of the ground stopped, and Ivan's face showed a distorted and intoxicated look, "Are you worried about me? How can I get the care of the master, This is really——so blissful..."

As he said that, his legs trembled, and he quickly knelt down on the ground. He bent down and put his face on the black-haired man's shoes, as if worshiping a god, and the flashing light in his eyes hid with crazy beliefs.

Xuebu looked away, and even moved the chair back without a trace. It seemed that he didn't want to have anything to do with this fanatical guy at all.

Fyodor showed a look of displeasure, and he said coldly: "Ivan, go down, don't touch me casually."

"Yes, yes...Master, I shouldn't have touched you with my dirty hands. I'm going to receive the punishment." The silver-haired man lowered his head in trepidation and got up, but he hadn't hidden himself yet. Looking at the joy in his eyes, he couldn't see the slightest remorse in it.

After Ivan left, Fyodor sighed helplessly, and then said to Xuebu: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

"It must be very hard to have such subordinates." Xuebu said in a neutral manner, but there was a bit of teasing in his eyes, "Especially such a perverted idiot."

Fyodor thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Well... But as a pawn, he is really useful, Sariel, you should understand me, after all, we are all the same role as the command tower Woolen cloth."

Xuebu didn't respond to him, he stood up and said indifferently, "Thank you for the hospitality, when I go to church, I'm still rushing to get my things back."

The man opposite stood up gracefully, said with a smile, "Then please wait a moment."

After saying these words, Fyodor went back to the room. Not long after, he walked out of the room and said to Xuebu, "Let's go, Sariel."

There was an extra gray-black fur collar shawl on his body, which made his complexion paler. Xuebu looked at his thin black shirt, and then looked out the window.

The sun was shining brightly outside.

"Are you sure you want to go out like this? It's summer, right?"

The black-haired man gathered his shawl and walked in front, "This is just right for me, after all, I am very afraid of the cold."

Xuebu lowered his eyes, as if recalling the memories of getting along with Fyodor before, he snorted softly and couldn't help stabbing: "It's really a sickly commander."

The man walking in front was not angry when he said that, he couldn't help chuckling, "That's what you said."

The two got into the car and soon arrived at a nearby church. Today was Sunday, and there were many people who came to worship, but the moment they saw Fyodor, they all screamed and scattered, shouting the devil They came, and they filed out in the direction of the exit, and the crowded church was instantly cleared.

Xuebu who has witnessed all this:  …

"It seems that Mr. Fyodor is quite famous in Russia."

Fyodor didn't seem to be able to hear the sarcasm in his tone at all, instead he smiled kindly and said: "Let's count it as one of Russia's famous products."

Instead of standing in front of the statue of Jesus and praying, he came to the auditorium and sat down in front of the pipe organ. No one stopped him.

The handsome black-haired man pressed the keys with his pale and slender fingers. As the white keys were pressed down, the organ gave out a thick and long reverberation. This scene was too sacred and solemn, as if walking into some Old European cinema.

Liao Xuebu stared at him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The devil Fyodor D, looks like a young man in his early 20s, he is really a contradictory guy.The tone of his speech is undoubtedly humble and polite, but his elegance and arrogance are invisible from his gestures. He obviously always has a gentle smile on his face, but there is always something vague in that smile. Mixed with indifference and insidiousness.

He clearly said that he was going to church to worship, but he was not as devout as he appeared on the surface, and even Xuebu couldn't observe whether he really believed in the existence of gods.

What a mysterious man.

Maybe Fyodor guessed his doubts at this time, or maybe the two really had a good understanding.

"Sariel, do you believe in the existence of gods?" the man asked.

Xuebu had already sat on the bench, and after hearing Fyodor's words, he replied lightly, "Sorry, I am a materialist, I believe in science, and science is the eternal god."

Fyodor froze for a moment, "This is really a very Sariel answer..."

But he soon felt relieved, "Ah, but in your era, you probably didn't have supernatural powers like ours."

"Who knows, there are countless lunatics who use nano-biotechnology and genetic engineering to transform themselves..." Xue Bu paused, seeming to remember something, "I am a supernatural power awakened by us, and it probably still existed at that time the ones."

He raised his good-looking eyebrows, and his cold and colorful features came alive, "It seems that your plan failed in the end, how is it, how does it feel to be spoiled?"

"Well, it's really uncomfortable..." Fyodor said distressedly, he looked at Xuebu and showed a faint smile, "However, as long as Sariel joins in, it is not difficult to change history Bar?"

"It seems that you are very sure that I will help you." The silver-haired boy narrowed his eyes, "I think negotiating with others requires putting all the chips in the open?"

"Stakes..." The black-haired man sitting in front of the piano rested his chin, "Of course not, the connection between us is very close, after all, we share the same goal."

Fyodor said faintly: "If you want to "go home", you must use the power of "books". I think even you can't use the existing conditions of this era to create a time machine?and I……"

"I happen to know where the 'book' is. "

When he heard the word "book", the silver-haired boy opened his eyes slightly.

As early as in Yokohama, he learned about the so-called "book" from the intelligence network of the Port Mafia - a book of literature hidden by unknown people with supernatural powers that can grant wishes.

However, at that time, Xuebu was investigating his own life experience, so he just regarded this information as an urban legend, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to it, but now, Fyodor's words just proved the authenticity of this information.

The "book" that can fulfill his wish, if he can get it, he will definitely be able to return to the original era, and then complete the unfinished work of his mother...

He wants to completely end the war between humans and intelligent machines.

Fyodor's fingers moved. Apart from the cello, he was also good at the piano. He was playing the piece, and Xuebu judged from the melody that it was a requiem.

Out of his love for music, he listened to the whole piece quietly, and at the end he couldn't help clapping softly.

"It's a shame." Fyodor smiled humbly, and came to Xuebu's side, "Let's go, it's time to go to the next stop."

The silver-haired boy turned his head to the side and couldn't help asking in doubt: "Didn't you not go to church yet?"

Fyodor chuckled, and said like a sigh: "Who told you that I came to worship? I don't believe in the so-called gods."

"If gods really exist, how can there be so much injustice and misfortune in the world." The man's scarlet eyes calmed down. "This world is hopeless. Just praying is not enough."

"Those injustices and misfortunes have created countless sins, and someone must stand up and purify them all."

His voice coincided with the last image obtained from the sky ring code, and the voice of Winston finally summoning Overwatch in desperation rang in his mind simultaneously.

"The world needs us, we must stand up!"

Xue Bu stopped and murmured, "They are different."

Fyodor, who was walking in front, had already left the church. At this moment, the silver-haired boy heard a slight noise, and he turned around. The statue of Jesus standing under the stained glass window had been covered with it at some point. Cobweb-like cracks.

The next moment, the huge statue shattered and collapsed.

Xuebu turned around as if feeling something, and Fyodor was standing outside the church waiting for him, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and his eyes were full of smiles.

He didn't speak, but Xuebu seemed to hear his long aria-like words.

If the gods in the world cannot purify sins, then let me erase these so-called false gods, and then personally purify all these deep sins.

How holy and how arrogant.

Apparently, this was the content of Fyodor D's worship.