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From the depths, there was a hoarse voice like a moan.

That is the broken impression left by the high-pitched roar after being slowed down tens of thousands of times.

In the terrifying turbulence that swept the entire depth area, tens of thousands of miniature detectors drifted with the flow on the burning battlefield, 360 degrees without dead ends to collect all the fluctuations in all directions, passing to the rear, and finally, a collection of one , intertwined into a flickering battlefield projection.

Right in the overhead conference room of the Sea of ​​Silver.

In order to cope with the changes in the Paradise of Eternal World, only this place that can slow down time to the limit can respond calmly.

But at this moment, everyone felt the same anxiety.

When one second of waiting is stretched indefinitely, the pressure in it is enough to make any self-proclaimed strong-willed suffer intolerable.

What's more, this is not a trivial matter of the life and death of one person, but a battle that involves the safety of the entire situation and is enough to determine the trend of the battle of the worlds?

"It's... really hard."

Yegor rubbed his eyes and sighed, but no one responded.

Everyone is silently handing over or handling their own work, like screws and gears running in their place. Even for a long time, many people, including those within the governing bureau, have criticized this style of using people as tools. But I have to admit that, to a certain extent, tools are much happier than people who actually face all these pressures.

Live long.

Even if there is the maintenance technology of the surviving hospital and various medical maintenance regardless of cost, everyone has to agree on one point - the work in the central decision-making room is a really short-lived job.

So that all members with a family history of cerebral infarction, cardiac system, blood pressure, mental illness, etc. have another contract to sign before entering...

Now, when Yegor looked around at a loss, looking at all the figures around him, the secretariat that was racing against the clock, the overhead floor that didn't show its presence unless necessary, the defense line headquarters that was busy working... The urge to look up and sigh.

Is there not even one person who can literally share my worries?

The answer is yes.

And he is still drinking fake wine and smoking fake cigarettes and winking at him, and he can be online at any time as a close friend...

Russell is waiting.

It's a pity that Yegor didn't really want to ignore him.

He always felt that if he didn't say a few words to this old man, he might live another ten years.

But Old Wang Ba is not going to let him go.

Russell didn't know what method he used, but he bypassed the verification system and moved his textures and projections directly beside him, as if he wanted to create an intimate image of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy System and the Authority.

It looks like a sticker for business.

"You feel so stressed, brother, would you like some vodka?"

"Don't come, you know I'm not from the Russian Federation."

"It's always right to drink, even if it doesn't work, at least you can feel at ease, right?"

Russell squeezed a wine glass out of thin air and put it in front of him, "You're calling it a rush."

In fact, after making a big decision on behalf of the central decision-making room, the most dispensable person on the entire battlefield is his secretary general...

There are naturally sublimators in the battle on the battlefield, there are deep air regiments in the emergency response, and there are defensive fronts in logistics operations, strategizing... Isn't this a staff room that gathers most of the current forces?

Next, he can only use it as a stamping machine, and just approve the applications that come in one by one.

However, it was him who made the decision, he was the one who persuaded the decision-making room, and he was the one who advocated the battle. How could he be indifferent to everything?

Responsibility is something that, in the eyes of some people, is not worth mentioning, and in the eyes of others, it is more important than their own lives.

"Take it easy. After the dice are thrown, don't worry about it anymore." Russell saw enough of the excitement, and continued to play with his mentality: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in heaven, right?"

Yegor glared at him indifferently, "It's so easy to say, why don't I see you betting?"

Russell's expression remained unchanged, and he spread out his small hands calmly and smiled.

"Don't I gamble every day?"

"..."

Yegor had the urge to vomit blood for a while, but he was speechless.

Like someone who persuaded you to quit smoking parked a Ferrari downstairs, this one is all the more convincing - since the reorganization of the celestial lineage, what is Russell not betting on? When is it time to gamble without a stud with all your wealth? Which time is not a thorough win?

But it still looks like the ghost I hate the most to gamble, which is extremely annoying.

But what he said was true.

Is it a good day, but everyone likes to go bankrupt and make a wave? Russell has no choice. If he wants to restore the state of the ideal country, he must fight hard again and again. Otherwise, there is really no hope at all...

It is an ideal country after all.

It's just traditional.

But how can a unit like the Authority have such a wealth of experience in dying?

Because of this, whenever he saw Russell's active appearance, Yegor always had an indescribable envy and hatred in his heart.

Is this the preparatory secretary of the Utopia?

If he had such a big heart, how could he be in his 90s and still not achieve the ideal of the year...

"You are experienced, I can't compare, okay?"

He sighed and didn't want to talk anymore.

"Don't tell me, didn't I just comfort you?"

Russell continued to spread his small hands: "Of course, I don't deny that if you go back to run for president and fail, I will set off firecrackers... However, even if you are a competitor, seeing such a situation, can you still not understand your situation and pressure?"

It is rare to say a thoughtful word after sprinkling the salt.

But Yegor was not grateful at all.

He really didn't want to listen to this guy's bullshit, otherwise his mentality might have collapsed before the war was over.

Therefore, I can only point to the projection of the battlefield and change the subject: "I can't see what the situation is - can you explain it to me?"

"Commenting is my specialty."

Russell was instantly enraptured: "Our school's annual sports meeting, I am a gold medal commentator, okay!"

"So, hurry up." Yegor sighed.

"Well, the current situation, in a nutshell, in a big way, in a nutshell..."

Russell thought for a while and spread his hands:

"—Stalemate."

Silence, in silence, Yegor pressed his stomach aching.

Once again, I miss my stomach medicine...

What the **** do you even talk about!

Can't someone with eyes see it?

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry, just listen to me first."

Russell shook his head, sighed, and pointed to the frozen scene in the battle.

In the slowing down time, everything is evolving at a speed that cannot be easily discerned by the naked eye, so that everyone feels as if they are watching a PPT that is refreshed every few seconds.

Now, in the trap between the depths, the Holy See of the Gospel, which has spread out layers of strange wings, is rapidly climbing, struggling, and fighting.

Under the suppression of the firepower of the deep space fleet and the frontier defense front, flames continued to rise above the huge body, and the cracks continued to emerge and heal.

Even so, the repression that has exhausted many resources has not stopped.

Even if everyone knows that the firepower of the border defense front cannot seriously injure or kill their opponents, how can they create opportunities for other parts if they are not suppressed?

If the opponent is allowed to counterattack calmly, it will only cause greater losses.

At the moment when Paradise is awakened, the Holy See of the Gospel is completely hatched from the egg, and it is no longer the clumsy dead thing it used to be.

It was the earthly seed carefully cultivated by the rancher, the blueprint for the future, and at the same time, the new ruler!

——Archangel Gospel!

He was obviously an archangel who had high hopes from the rancher, but he was like a premature baby, with a huge belly like a tumor, slender hands and feet, a slender neck, and a crown of divinity on his strange bird-like face.

The huge body that spanned two depths was still constantly changing, and the faces of four living creatures appeared on the strange fleshy wings, shooting beams of light in all directions.

Different from the weak state after other rulers advanced, at the moment of breaking the shell, it has entered its heyday, showing jaw-dropping power.

In less than half a minute since the brief engagement, a border has been completely blown up, and the two formed deep space fleets have been destroyed in order to cover friendly forces and create opportunities for landing.

At the top of the projection, every time the number of battle damage jumped, the scalp tingled.

"Don't be in a hurry to get a headache, the headache is still behind." Russell said: "The current stalemate is actually a short-term illusion formed by both sides accumulating strength-"

As his fingers moved, the projection of the battlefield gradually changed: "The entire battlefield today, in fact, has been divided into four layers from the outside to the inside.

The outermost layer is the shackles formed by the defense fronts of all realms and Chunjun. In addition to suppressing the Holy See of the Gospel, the most important purpose is to prevent external interference. Before unknown factors and other disruptors appear, there is no need to worry.

And inward, is the real battlefield.

The strike circle formed by the deep space fleet, the moving frontier, and the battlefield where the Iron Legion and other Ascended Ones landed after landing on the outer layers. This is where we can intervene and support today.

But more inwardly, the interior of the Holy See of the Gospel...

Before the end of eggification, the crowned and fifth-order people we invested in, they were not involved in the Eternal Paradise, and they were still able to maintain their autonomy. Even, with the authoritative relics and the modifiers granted, there may be some gains.

But if time drags on for too long, there is no choice but to retreat. "

In the projection of the Holy See of the Gospel that has been peeled off layer by layer, what finally emerges is the chaos formed by the surging darkness, the soul melting pot formed by countless essentia crystals!

- Eternal Paradise!

"This is where the battle will really decide the outcome, but we outsiders have no way to intervene." Russell sighed: "There is no other way but to wait for internal news."

The four-layer battlefield, with layers facing inward, can be summed up in the final analysis. What really determines the outcome, and whether the current situation can accomplish its strategic purpose, is the struggle within the Paradise of Eternal Life.

At the same time, all strategies serve to complete the disintegration of the Eternal Land.

At this moment, the blockade of Chunjun and the border, the struggle from the outside world, and even the crowned and fifth-order people who still remain inside the Holy See of the Gospel, also exist to buy them time and opportunities.

In order to fight for a longer period of time, in order to make the Land of Bliss not have more energy to interfere with the interior, in order to save more souls from the rancher's mouth...

Once the disintegration plan of the Paradise of All Ages fails, the only option is to use the backup plan, risking the collapse of the defense line, dispatching three natural enemies who have already been prepared, and forcibly recapture it.

But the sea of ​​thunder and the subjugation of the country, which have never bubbling from the beginning, are not waiting for such a good thing to appear?

Isn't the stalemate at the moment and the tormented atmosphere in the conference room precisely because of this powerlessness?

Even if all preparations have been made and many plans have been designed, on the ever-changing battlefield, who can tell what will happen?

Now, the only good news in the long torment may be the observation report submitted by the Bronze Eye.

Thanks to the full force of Archangel Gospel, the operation of Paradise of All Ages cannot be concealed at all. After combining many close-up observation reports, the structure of Paradise of All Ages has now appeared on the projection.

That's such a familiar framework.

In order to be as close as possible to the current situation, the skeleton of the Paradise of Eternal Life is made almost exactly like the structure of the current situation...

However, there are no three major blockades and three pillars.

Instead, it is the foundation formed by the rulers and workshop owners of Bo Xun, the sea of ​​chaos formed by countless tormented souls, and even the shackles that the Five Paths have created for this purpose.

[The Mind of Dying], [The Distorted Life], [The Morality of Hell], [The Order of Cannibalism], [The Desire of Proliferation].

These five invisible chains are the pillars of the hearth, connecting all the souls inside and the paradise of eternity into one place, which is difficult to cut and separate.

In other words, unless the five chains are completely destroyed internally, there is absolutely no possibility of success.

But how difficult it is.

Abandoning the mind, sacrificing life, subverting morality, breaking order, eradicating desire.

Either way, it's probably not as easy as it sounds.

"Didn't the Authority make preparations for this?" Russell asked.

"How can it be so simple?" Yegor smiled bitterly: "It takes time to be effective... Besides, whether it can be used or not is still a matter of choice."

"Think for the best." Russell patted his shoulders: "Maybe after my students go in, they will have a quick operation and it will be over?"

Hearing this, Yegor couldn't even laugh out loud.

He would rather it be so.

What if Russell had another win?

In the final analysis, how can one person... wait!

He paused for a moment, raised his head, looked at the projection of Eternal Paradise, and widened his eyes.

Just now, there seems to be a shackle, a little, for the imperceptible... move?

At this moment, right in front of their eyes, it seems to have moved again!

so slight...

"Look!"

Russell whistled ~lightnovelpub.net~ with high spirits: "I said earlier, maybe Huai Shi is turning the tide!"

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Meanwhile, the interior of Eternal Land.

Inside the bustling and bustling skyscrapers in the upper-level district, in an elegantly decorated reception room, the plump young woman on the reclining chair bit her fingers, blinked her misty eyes, and after looking at the grid, she couldn't help moaning softly.

"Father Huaizhi, do I have it~"

At this point, the official operating time of Eternal Paradise——[00:05]