Chapter 295

Ding!

A soft sound.

Very crisp and weak, Dr. Sang regrets that he doesn't want to get in with the strength of his hands.

Even though the previous **** body was not injured, there were a total of six golden leaves.

And now the **** body looks like:?

That's right, just five gold leaves slightly hurt the body ... Dr. Sang worked very hard and still did not cause the slightest damage.

Roar!

The conventional **** yelled, unknown **** words, and no one understood.

It is also difficult for world-class linguists to translate the true meaning of God's Word, and to decipher a few words at best.

"No, just poke you. What's it called ..."

Dr. Sang looked dull.

It seems that his innocent little dream will not be realized in this life-using a mortal body to hold a mercury weapon to kill a conventional god.

"really."

"A normal person can no longer kill a regular **** who is imprisoned, suppressed, and restrained from moving here if he holds a powerful mercury weapon. If he is allowed to move freely, even if he is standing still, the divine power will not be needed. Infiltrating into the protective clothing with the breath of God, the golden red can't hold it for a second. "Dr. Sang lowered his head and groaned, and pricked again.

Not hurt at all!

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

So desperate and surrendering, Dr. Sang sighed sadly: "Only extraordinary in the world can fight against oracles. It is an iron rule ... Unfortunately, the mercury series of cold weapons are not perfect enough and are useless for extraordinary."

Mercury weapons in the early days were not sufficiently rigid.

Not tough enough.

If it is used by an extraordinary person, it will greatly disrupt the rhythm of actual combat-the collision force of dozens of tons and hundreds of tons will be concentrated on a little broken mercury weapon.

"Start ... the second experiment."

With Dr. Sang's lonely back far away, the sound of Ding-Dang-Dang Dang Dang continued, and a large number of mercury bullets with extraordinary will rushed out like waterfalls, all pouring onto the body of God, and the gold leaf flowers seemed to have been stormy Devastating.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The crisp sound is like a big bead falling into a jade plate.

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

It was here that Dr. Sang was able to approach the body of God.

It's just troublesome to wear.

"You go on, leave me alone."

Dr. Sang arranged for several scientific assistants to record experimental data, put on a sky blue coat, and slowly leave the laboratory.

Outside is a passage without a shadow.

There are four or five cameras installed on the corners on both sides. The loyal recording screen is comprehensive, no dead corners, and there is a dedicated person to monitor at all times.

"Dr. Sang is out!"

"Attention, everyone, Dr. Sang has left Lab No. 4 and entered South Channel No. 4, and immediately sent someone to follow up ... This security level is currently the highest level in the institute." The leader of the security department issued an order.

In the above sentence, the person below broke his leg.

Suddenly someone followed Dr. Sang and found him whistling and went to the bathroom: "Isn't there a toilet in the laboratory, how did the doctor run out just to go to the bathroom?" The security department leader was puzzled, some scratched his head, guess Impossible what Dr. Sanson did.

Actually, there is no need to read too much.

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

Clicking, clicking, he grabbed the apple, knocked on the door of a quiet room, and then the door opened automatically. Niu Hechuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the quiet room, caught his eyes ...

The head instructor of the special training camp organized by the Yellow River and the consultant of the imperial district, the pioneer Niu Hechuan!

"Doctor."

Wearing a white exercise suit, Niu Hechuan, about one meter nine feet tall, slowly got up. At first, the ugly scar on the left eyelid had disappeared.

Dr. Sang sipped his apple and stared at Niu Hechuan.

"Not successful?"

"A lot worse."

Niu Hechuan stands tall 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 fetish and overestimated myself ... Last week, I broke the third human limit in all directions, and the fourth was far away.

The quiet room was empty, and the surrounding walls were all silvery white, as vast as the stars.

The ground is padded with layers of toughened glass.

Looking at several obvious cracks on the glass, about the leak of power, Dr. Sang understood that Niu Hechuan's heart was not as calm as the surface.

"Failure is normal."

"Before you blasted into the sanctuary ... I said that the success rate was not high, very low, very low." Dr. Sang made a real evaluation: "Don't expect miracles every time, that's ... that's Tang Hong. "

After that, Dr. Sang sipped the sweet and delicious apple again.

"What happened to Jiang Lulu." Niu Hechuan turned the subject casually: "It's February, and midsummer is around June, and we don't have much time left."

Dr. Sang: "The battle in midsummer is just a small wave before the big waves strike, and you will not be qualified to face the big waves until you get past it." This year's midsummer is not even the beginning of the big war, let alone the beginning of the era. The advent of true deities comes once a year.

Every three years, there will be a manifestation of the advent of a real deity in a disaster riot.

A little node ...

Nodes that happened before the turning point ...

Upon hearing this, Niu Hechuan looked dignified and looked at Dr. Sang deeply.

Disaster can be called catastrophe.

The catastrophe that occurs every three years, Dr. Sang actually said that it was a small wave, and also said that it was not the beginning, which is equivalent to a book that has not yet been opened, but the preface of the cover?

This is too exaggerated.

Niu Hechuan: "A big wave is coming?"

Dr. Sang: "There is a tsunami behind."

Niu Hechuan: "..."

Silent for a while, Niu Hechuan asked: "Several pilgrims are approaching the end of their lives, the lamps are running out of light, and the time is running out ... I am almost 50 years old. If there is a future, will there be a solution? . "

"Yes, yes." Dr. Sang ate an apple with no expression: "Catch it, study it, and I will start a new chapter for the extraordinary."

The great plan of extraordinary rise has always been the core goal of Dr. Sang ...

Since the path to excellence is so short ...

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

"The transcendental life span is fifty years."

"The maximum sanctuary is fifty-three." Dr. Sang ate up the apple and clapped his hands. "I can't allow any extraordinary person to grow old because of life, and die because of aging. The only way is to catch it and catch a natural one. Xian, regardless of right and wrong, and stance ... I want to live above all else and live longer. "

He broadens and expands the road at all costs!

He wants to give extraordinary time to extend life!

Dare to call Cangtian for a new look, crazy like this, Niu Hechuan moved: "Can there be progress, does the natural fairy really exist?"

"Whether we believe it or not ..."

"[Sin] has been."

Dr. Sang looked at Niu Hechuan and said, "I almost forgot to tell the truth. I expected you to fail, and I arranged a few alternatives in advance ... Now it seems ... well, you did not let me down."

Niu Hechuan froze.

Disappointed?

Doctor, you used the wrong word. It should be miscalculation.

"Don't froze."

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

Niu Hechuan is still stunned, with thousands of horses in his heart, and the horseshoe tramples on the soft heart to produce crit.

——

That night.

Imperial Capital Division.

The headquarters of the Yellow River Organization, the consultant's office, and Yu Xuan picked up the snow-white landline microphone.

What she communicates with the Central Parliament.

Beside, the wall-hanging landscape painting, Mo Xiusheng sat lazily on the sofa.

"Good wolfberry."

"Eat more and drink more." Mo Xiusheng muttered to himself, and sprinkled red wolfberry into the glass.

About thirty-three, no more, no less.

In fact, the reason why the good habit of wolfberry soaking in hot water is popular at the Yellow River Headquarters is Mo Xiusheng, because everyone will think-a dignified peak consultant is drinking wolfberry every day, maybe he drinks it day and night, which helps break through the extraordinary.

That's why the entire headquarters was fired.

Grunting ~ Mo Xiusheng took two sips, and the other side Yu Yu also finished communicating, hung up the communication, and shake the white microphone in his hand, there seemed to be some sadness.

"Look over to us to discuss how the extraordinary world will make the motion public." Yu Mingmei: "The problem of divinity has not been completely resolved yet ... it is better to discuss it in advance, but it is too fast."

Mo Xiusheng smiled slightly: "When do you think it's not fast to be open?"

Yu Yan: "After my death."

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

...

After a while.

Last year's new consultant, Peng Ming, who was over two meters tall, walked into the office.

"public?"

Peng Ming was faintly angry: "What to do, discuss the midsummer catastrophe in the past! The transcendence of the world will inevitably lead to greed. Do n’t tell me that you are going to use the resources of the sacred creatures for the popularization of the people. Sharing the resources will only hurt us. Resources Lack, Internet public opinion, transcendent does not matter, but in case it affects the golden red ... "

Yu Zheng looked at Peng Ming seriously and said, "This matter is still under discussion ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ There is always a way."

Peng Ming said coldly: "No discussion."

Obviously Peng Ming disagrees, it is too early, and the harm to the extraordinary is greater than the benefit.

At this time.

Mo Xiusheng stood up and said, "This is not something we can decide. Just a few consultants can not represent the extraordinary world."

"Vote for everyone."

"Let all the extraordinary decide together."

This volume focuses on the plot.

In recent days, I have seen some readers say that they feel like they are going to collapse ... According to the outline, the summer plot can only be regarded as the beginning of the book, and the early world view has not yet begun ... It will not be spoiler, and secretly ask everyone where there is a problem, The author Jun Duoduo pays attention (⊙? ⊙)

(End of this chapter)