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On the island.

Within the base.

The double-storey restaurant is quiet. Some people are full and want to snore, but they are restrained. Some people eat peppers, their faces are flushed, and they have no cough. Some people habitually pull out a packet of cigarettes after breakfast. A cigarette is a living god, but today is an exception. I subconsciously put a cigarette under my nose and smelled it. I looked at the English letters on the cigarette holder and sat in a daze.

In the early morning of this day, everyone crowded in the eastern corner of the second floor of the base restaurant, showing a fan-shaped spread around the eastern corner.

There are so many things in the world, and the silent restaurant is performing a silent mime.

The two saints are sitting in the corner to dine.

Which dare to be rude.

It is worship, awe, and respect. It is like a believer sees a deity, and each sanctification is a well-deserved human hero.

"What a miracle!"

"The Tang Shengzhe went to the restaurant for breakfast himself."

Everyone's eyes were different, and the colors of surprise and shock were invariably shown.

As if seeing the spectacle of sky breaking.

Violating common sense and cognition completely violates everyone's impression of Tang Hong!

"Tang Sheng has not visited the base yet."

"Yeah ... in April of this year, Tang Shengzhe took over XC-dxy-Gemini No. 2 north altar from Fang Shengzhe. At the beginning, the golden red was still able to pass supplies, but it was completely banned afterwards. No one was allowed to approach, we all Use a remote-controlled car to send essential supplies for daily life. "

"How can he bear it!"

"For two months, Tang Shengzhe lived alone on the northern shore of the island, wouldn't it be sad?"

"If you want to change me, I'm going to go crazy."

Everyone had the same doubt. They wanted to ask Tang Hong and didn't dare to communicate silently with his eyes.

It is okay to say that the island drifting, in all directions, really no one.

Tang Hong's situation is very different-as long as he takes two steps casually, someone is greeted warmly, at least on this island, wherever he goes, it is the focus and center of people's attention. However, one person lived on the North Shore, a prison that was isolated from the rest of the world, and cut off most of the communication. Tang Hong stepped into it and didn't take half a step.

How powerful will it be!

Thousands of souls!

At this time, inside the restaurant, everyone thought about each other: "I heard that Tang Sheng has to walk around after eating. It is too terrible and abnormal ... Is it true that Li Xuekong has suffered something, and Tang Sheng is down? "

At the end of his life, Li Xuekong is still concealed and has not yet announced.

Current insiders: Sanctification, and research institutions in various countries around the world. Li Xuekong passed away yesterday, announcing the failure of the midsummer plan [for his extension of life], which also caused all saints to fight.

But people's emotions are not connected.

...

A dining table by the window.

The food on the delicate plate has been consumed.

Wavy blonde girl secretly glanced at Tang Hong.

In the early morning, eating fried potatoes, Tang Hong was dressed in a simple and solemn black dress, with an inexplicable expression, saying and doing everything, unconsciously exuding an unusually heavy and relaxed weird atmosphere.

Needless to say heavy.

Relaxing is because after a long two months, the strength has made great progress, and the long-lost joy of life has been experienced.

Glancing at it, and glancing at it again, the blonde girl licked the milky milk on the edge of the cup: "The Tang Sheng looks very unhappy, and everyone dares not speak."

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

In her imagination, the midsummer sun shone on the island beaches of the vast and limitless Atlantic Ocean, with blue skies and white clouds, seagulls soaring, and a cool wind blowing through them. They should be ???

Sorry it didn't happen.

"Hey."

"I'll have to talk about it later." The wave-haired blonde girl leaned her elbow on the edge of the table, holding her chin, and blinked blue eyes twice: "But, do we have a future?"

...

Not far from the dining table.

Mr. Steel Egg added another high-calorie hamburger.

Clicking, clicking, he chewed quickly, and his bulging mouth looked like two balloons, but when he looked up, his eyes were a little blank.

"Tang Hong appeared in the restaurant, and he and the pilgrim Sikong Beyi had breakfast together. It seems that these two pilgrims returned home today." Mr. Steel Egg did not participate in the midsummer battle, and still cannot relax. He must continue to do so. Cooperate with the military to suppress the two altars of the gods.

Fortunately, Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi combined forces to drag a disaster **** out of the altar, fighting the sea, and beheading one.

Mr. Steel Egg loosened his red tie.

XC level, changed to XB level, not as suffocating as before.

"Two altars."

"A **** of disaster in the deification phase." Mr. Steel Egg sat on the chair, shaking it gently.

...

Suddenly seeing Tang Hong and Si Kong Beyi stood up with a smile and couldn't wait to eat any more, Mr. Steel Egg hurried to greet him.

Simultaneously.

Everyone looked at it, the atmosphere did not dare to pant, and raised their ears to listen.

"Everyone."

I saw Tang Hong turning around, facing the crowd and looking around.

He sat in the eastern corner of the second floor of the restaurant, and the crowd showed a fan-shaped distribution, seeing everyone at a glance.

"I am very happy to work with you during this time. Thank you very much for your support and assistance. I have the opportunity to become the pioneer and superhuman who can shoulder the holy mission from the weakest in history. The best environment allowed me to learn a lot, day and night became stronger, and day by day. "Tang Hong said in a breath, and flew out of the open window on the second floor of the restaurant with Sikong Beyi.

Subsequently.

Fly out the window.

Tang Hong blessed a few words again. The clear voice passed into the ears of everyone presenting a hint of joy.

All of a sudden, some people are beaming, some are full of spring breeze, or they are standing by the window, cheering, seeing off Tang Hong, or dancing to express their inner joy.

A word from Tang Hong made parting a happy scene.

Everyone was surging, watching Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi standing on the observation tower, and the special plane marked with the national flag of China flew from the sky to the sky.

The two pilgrims return home!

At 8.20 am local time, the two officially left the island in preparation for returning to the motherland from the Atlantic Theater.

The mission of sanctification, guarding the altar of God, and now there is a more important mission-all members assembled, only for the survival of the battle.

...

After a long time.

Mr. Steel Egg finally calmed down, pulled his red tie, and frowned.

"It seems that Tang Shengzhe just said that he would become a saint mission ... Pioneer transcendent?"

"but."

"I am the pioneer too."

Mr. Steel Egg could not help but hide his face and sigh, who in the world did not regard Tang Hong as a saint, but Tang Hong himself did not think so.

Maybe genius is stricter on himself?

The original name was Gabriel Sanchez, and the middle-aged man with the Chinese name Steel Egg put on a red jacket and continued to guard the altar of the gods to the north.

The others were scattered.

Everyone has his or her own duties, and everyone dares not relax. Even if the Holy One returns to rest, it is to adjust to the best posture to meet the catastrophe.

——

On a special plane.

The cabin is very spacious, with sofa seats, and brown bookcases, containing various books, only Tang Hong and Si Kong Beyi.

Tang Hong closed his eyes and saw the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole: "We are flying to the North Pole."

"The shortest route."

Sikong Beyi lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea. He looked down at magazines around the world. His travel experience was much richer than that of Tang Hong.

After all, Tang Hong went abroad for the first time, and since Sikong Beyi went to the holy place, he began to take on the mission of guarding at the international level. Basically, he has been to all parts of the world.

"For example, a flight from China to the United States will usually make a circle above the North Pole. From the map, the shortest route is across the Pacific Ocean, but it is not true, because the earth is round and an elliptical sphere. long."

"Security is also an issue."

"There are no alternate airports on the sea. In the event of an accident, there is no place to repair."

Speaking here.

Don't pause for a moment, Si Kong, looked at Tang Hong with a strange look: "Are you afraid of my crow's mouth?"

Tang Hong shook his head: "I'm thinking what to do in the event of a dangerous **** attack of the type of vacancy."

"Oh." Sikong Be easy to say: "Dangerous God rarely attacks humans unless the plane transports different space crystals, nineteen types of equipment. Moreover, the north and south poles are the oracle forbidden area, they will never enter the north and south poles. . "

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

Anyway, no one has found the root of the restricted area.

Last December, Dr. Sang of the Central Research Institute asked Li Xuekong and Fang Nanxun to assist the saints to conduct experiments in the Arctic, using two authentic space crystals as bait. Into the Arctic.

"correct."

Sikong Beyi looked up and said, "I heard that your God of God is stronger than the God of Slaughter, but God of God becomes stronger?"

Leaning against the bookcase, Tang Hong, while choosing psychological books, said, "Every time I sacrifice God, he will sharpen his will and cleanse the soul, which will make me stronger. Unfortunately, the disaster **** is not easy to kill, and the rest of the sacrifices The platform is in turtle shell mode again. "

Turtle shell mode?

Si Kong Be Yijun could not help but laugh: "In the middle of summer this year, June 1st, when He descends, all the alien space cracks on the edge of the earth's atmosphere will be temporarily merged into a huge channel that can accommodate the manifestation of the real deities. At the same time, the altars of gods from all over the world cooperate with each other to make that alien space passage stable. "

The human side prepares for midsummer.

The same is true of the altar of God.

Had it not been for Li Xuekong to run out of lights, and there would be signs of returning to light, the disaster gods inside the two altars would not have been killed.

"To know the fusion of cracks in different spaces ..."

"It only takes a day."

Beware of Sikong shaking the tea cup in his hand, the light tea fragrance was scattered, and the cabin fell into silence.

The other side.

Tang Hong, leaning on the bookcase, bowed his head and groaned, "If you give me another year, this battle will be won."

"There is still too little time."

"On combat power, I'm not as good as a genius for sanctification, nor for a role as a saint who sacrifices his life for the price of one life."

Tang Hong is very clear about his positioning.

As his horizons rose and his status rose, he faintly realized that this summer's midsummer ... The combination of extraordinary sanctification and the power of science and technology alone was too bad and the disadvantage was too great. Three hundred years ago, only three were left. With more than a dozen sages, humans can't beat them.

Unless there are dozens of pilgrims overnight.

Or the first day of disappearance came back suddenly.

"These are impractical."

"How do we fight."

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

——

Within China.

The capital of Guangnan Province.

The belief owner of a top-notch sequence that broke through a different space, sat on the floor-to-ceiling window seat of the corner cake shop on the third day, thinking about this key question that Tang Hong thought about.

"In order to sanctify, in exchange for the divine body of the real deity faded, this way has not worked."

There are not so many saints in the world today!

"Even if the nuclear bomb is upgraded to a hydrogen bomb, coupled with the electromagnetic weapon successfully developed last year, it will be of little effect."

Scientific and technological weapons are almost ineffective against oracles. This is the valuable experience of many years of obstruction. It is generally accepted! Most scientific and technological weapons have become useless, and only the extremely hot temperatures have the opportunity to melt the **** body.

Moreover, the oracles have wisdom.

Strategic weapons hit at most once.

"There are more than thirty pilgrims-there are eleven geniuses and eight peaks ... how can we win the catastrophe three days later, and the gap between the two sides is too big."

She is the same as Tang Hong and hopes to leave more time for human beings.

But ... time never waits.

Stronger than a genius, the belief is unparalleled. On the third day, he can only secretly pray for the first conviction that [a sword cuts through a different space]. The final sword that has been polished for so many years is best to stop him from coming.

...

North Lake Province.

The Holy One Fang Nanxun met Xu Xian the next day.

"Peak to the top?"

"more than."

The next day Xu Xian looked at Fang Nanxun.

He clearly noticed that there was an abnormally horrifying power in Fang Nanzhang's body, and he was about to surpass the peak and enter the holy.

With this power, the genius was also shocked, and even Xu Xian felt a little death threat.

Fang Nanxun shook his head: "It works, it's useless."

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

After speaking, Xu Xian returned to the wooden house and didn't seem to care much about the battle plan.

"Ugh."

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

...

Near the capital.

Within the Central Research Institute.

Dr. Sang's special rest room ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The night pearl radiates a faint light, reflecting the tired and exuberant cold face.

"One level, two levels, three levels."

"As long as we pass the first two levels, we humans have more time." Dr. Sang fell on the screen indifferently and mumbled to himself: "The third level has a maximum of tens of millions of casualties. If you are lucky, you will lose millions. Population. Sorry, this is the only way to win. "

Rao is Dr. Sang's indifference and madness, and his eyes are struggling.

The night pearl continued to glow.

There are heating devices to provide them with the necessary energy to emit light.

I saw Dr. Sang leaning on his side, picking up the pillow, and sewing tacky red flowers on the surface.

Hey!

Rip open the pillow!

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