One Man’s Power

v6 Chapter 38: This summer, big collection (on)

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Hearing the delicious three words, Jiang Lulu stared at her eyes, pushed her mouth away, and he was kind. He secretly wondered what Dr. Sang would bring to her.

The God Eater experimental program has developed to this day.

She is a regular god, a dangerous god, and she has tried it several times.

The conventional gods are crunchy and crunchy, while the dangerous gods need to chew and swallow slowly, which is not too delicious.

Probably she is not strong enough.

The artificial **** plan is currently two people. I heard that another Fang Nanxun was already at its peak.

"Let's go."

Jiang Lulu watched Dr. Sang's back disappear at the end of the mercury channel, turned his head, and ran away.

Run out of this passage.

She looked at the busy people in the laboratory.

"I heard that Tang Hong was sanctified."

"It's no longer dependent on a person to enter the holy will before the outbreak of war." Jiang Lulu remembered the pre-war briefing she heard, and was a little glum and ran back to her small room.

Jiang Lulu's room is extraordinarily warm, with pink lines and light white sheets in the eyes.

She finally felt anxious.

Tang Hong, who was in the same training camp organized by the Yellow River, has already been extraordinary!

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"I want to work harder, oh!"

Jiang Lulu was lying on the bed, his head stuck under the light-colored pillow, and Bai Nen's heels picked up a blanket to cover the lower body.

She pulled out a plan for tomorrow's Devourer.

Hmm, I decided to eat more so that I can develop as quickly as possible.

...

Within the Central Research Institute, many researchers have received accurate information that heterospace cracks at the edge of the Earth's atmosphere have begun to merge, divided into two, and come at the same time.

"Earlier!"

"The number of fracture fusions in heterogeneous spaces has decreased and the process has accelerated."

The people were horrified, and estimated the exact locations of the two catastrophe landing sites through the monitoring records of satellites around the clock.

When the data is calculated,

When the position is estimated,

In a short time, everyone looked at each other silently, and their hearts were mostly cold.

The two catastrophe sites are too far away and they will come at the same time-this means that the severely disadvantaged humanity needs to face two catastrophes at the same time. No matter which side loses, it is the global biological extinction.

"How many geniuses are sanctified?"

"Eleven."

"Tang Hong, the genius who stunned the seventh day, broke the fourth willpower limit, which was worse on the human body, and did not count as genius' sanctification."

Everyone talked for a while, discussed rationally, and felt hopeless.

At this time, it seemed meaningless to seek help from the governments or the military of various countries. The preliminary preparations were cumbersome, and now there is no time to reset the plan.

...

Central Army.

President Mo took off his glasses, put them on, and took off again.

He often covered it more than ten times. He covered his face with both hands and rubbed it twice: "According to the original plan, the Central Parliament, the United States / Kenya, and Russia, and the five major countries in the world passed the command to detonate the hydrogen bomb in real time, at a strategic level. Weapons as the first assault plan. "

"Central Parliament."

"It should be expedited."

Anyway, President Mo is a golden red, and after many years of battle, he still inevitably feels depression and deep and painful despair.

He believes that the extraordinary will always work wonders.

But this time.

There is no miracle.

In front of me there was a piece of holy material. President Mo couldn't help thinking of the seventh day genius, Tang Hong: "God-slayer Li Xuekong's vision is very accurate. Last year, he said that Tang Hong must be able to participate in this summer, and must be an important force."

So let Tang Hong sweep the floor-that is also the period when Tang Hong ’s strength broke out. He went all the way from the level of consultants to the strongest consultants, and the idea that President Mo can't help feeling, if Tang Hong is given another year, what will happen.

...

The central parliament is convened.

The white-haired man headed took a sip of water and moisturized his throat.

He looked at the people who attended the meeting, and all of them were government leaders at the central level of China, and they were all in power.

At this time they were arguing too much.

Most people insist that it is wise to set the day of extraordinary publicity on the second day of midsummer this year. No matter from which point of view, the Holocaust war allows the people to know in advance, waiting for winning or losing, waiting for the result, it is like forcing a person to look at the muzzle and cruelly pronounce death-by that time the battle of the Holocaust beyond the sacred side has not ended, Crash first, win and lose.

"Fixed things, temporary changes? What do you think?"

"It's okay to say that if you win, how to deal with social panic? The good situation will only be messed up by you."

the other side.

Very few people think that people should have the right to know.

"Can't fight ... in my opinion, it would be better to announce it earlier."

"I asked about the third genius, and she personally said that the number of pilgrims is not enough at this stage. With reference to the catastrophe that took place on the equator three years ago, more than a hundred pilgrims plus scientific and technological weapons barely fight against a different space. God, now? "

Just over thirty saints.

If it weren't for the consultant of the Yellow River Organization Headquarters, Yu Min gave psychological hints at the scene, I am afraid that many people's psychological defense lines have collapsed.

indeed.

The greatest catastrophe in history is known to everyone present.

But ... the midsummer hasn't arrived yet, and the sword hasn't hung from his head. Everyone always felt that the catastrophe was still far away and had unrealistic expectations, but time never waited.

Just when everyone was arguing fiercely.

Different space channels are being formed.

The greatest catastrophe has occurred.

"Mumbling."

The white-haired old man took another sip of water and watched this group of people arguing quietly.

He looked at Yu Yan, who was sitting in the corner of the chamber.

He looked down at the world's extraordinary martial arts table.

First-level combat power: genius sanctification (eleven)

Second-level combat power: Peak into the holy (nineteen; God-slayer who surpassed the peak to enter the holy; Fang Nanxun slightly higher)

Tier 3 combat power: standard sanctification (eight)

Tier 4 combat power: Peak Advisor (96)

Science and technology cooperate with the plan of extraordinary sanctification and storm attack: thirty-five.

"Every country, region, and person who is qualified to know the midsummer ... The extraordinary, the golden red, plus those of us in power will witness the battle with the participants, whether it is winning or losing, whether it is survival or not. . "

It's mid-summer, and everyone here ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ only the white-haired old man and Yu Yan know this bad situation.

Simultaneously.

This is the case in government offices around the world, and a pioneer pioneer sits in a meeting to prevent accidents.

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Time regressed to East Eight District at five this morning.

"I slipped."

Tang Hong initially realized that he was clever and clever. One accidentally smashed the main entrance of Confucius Temple in Jiangnan City, leaving only two bare doorposts.

He had to contact the fifth morning park, and learned that the outer gate of Confucius Temple was not a national cultural relic. In this case, the repair costs will be small, and Tang Hong will transfer a few extraordinary points, continue to handle the funeral, and complete his last wishes.

"Wish list."

Tang Hong looked at the mobile memo.

The first small wish: crowd the bus in the morning rush hour, get on the subway line 2.