On the island.

inside the base.

The double-storey restaurant is quiet, some people want to burp when they are full but refrain from it; some people choke on chili peppers, their faces are flushed, and they endure no cough; some people habitually take out a pack of cigarettes after breakfast, in the past, Meizizi lit a cigarette and became a living fairy, but today is an exception, subconsciously put the cigarette under his nose and smelled it, looked at the English letters on the cigarette holder, and sat in place in a daze.

In the early morning of this day, everyone crowded into the east corner of the second floor of the base restaurant, and the east corner was centered in a fan-shaped spread.

The world is full of things, and there is a silent pantomime in the quiet restaurant.

Two initiates are sitting in the corner eating.

Which dares to be rude.

It is worship, reverence, and respect, just like believers seeing gods, and every saint is a well-deserved human hero.

"What a miracle!"

"Tang Sage actually went to the restaurant to have breakfast in person. ”

Everyone's eyes were different, and they all showed surprise and shock.

It was as if I had seen the spectacle of the sky falling apart.

Contrary to common sense, contrary to cognition, it completely violated everyone's impression of Tang Hong!

"The Tang Sage hasn't visited the base yet. ”

"yes...... In April this year, Tang Sage succeeded Fang Sage to sit on the XC-dxy-Twin No. 2 North Altar, at first the golden red can also go over to send supplies, and then it was completely banned, no one is allowed to approach, we all use remote control cars, send the necessary materials for daily life. ”

"How could he endure it!"

"For two whole months, Tang Sage lived alone on the north shore of the island, wouldn't he be sad?"

"If you want to change me, I'm afraid I'll go crazy. ”

Everyone had the same doubt, they wanted to ask Tang Hong but didn't dare, so they silently made eye contact.

It's okay to say that there is no one in all directions.

Tang Hong's situation is very different - as long as he takes two steps casually, he will be warmly greeted by someone, at least on this island, everywhere he goes, it is the focus and center of people's attention. But he lived alone on the north shore, in an isolated prison, cutting off most of the communication, and Tang Hong was in it, not taking half a step.

What a strong will!

A well-tempered mind!

At this time, in the restaurant, everyone looked at each other and thought: "I heard that the Tang Sage has to take a walk around after eating, it's too terrible and abnormal...... Could it be that something really happened to Li Xuekong Sage, and Tang Sage was in a low mood?"

Li Xuekong is still hiding his life and has not yet been announced.

Current Insiders: Initiation, as well as research institutions in various countries around the world. Li Xuekong's death yesterday announced the failure of the midsummer plan to [prolong his life], and also ignited the fighting spirit of all the saints.

But people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows are not the same.

......

A dining table by the window.

The delicate plate has been eaten up.

The wavy blonde girl secretly glanced at Tang Hong.

In the early morning, eating fried potatoes, Tang Hong was dressed in simple and solemn black, his demeanor was inexplicably solemn, and his words and deeds, every move unconsciously exuded an unusually heavy and relaxed strange atmosphere.

Needless to say, heaviness is self-evident.

It is easy because after two long months, the strength has made great progress, and I have experienced the long-lost joy of life.

Glancing, and then glancing, the blonde girl licked the milky white milk on the edge of the cup: "Tang Sage doesn't look very happy, and everyone doesn't dare to speak." ”

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

In her imagination, the midsummer sun shone on the vast island beach of the vast Atlantic Ocean, the blue sky and white clouds, the seagulls soared, and the cool wind blowing, the two of them should be ??????

It's a pity that it didn't happen.

"Hey. ”

"I'll have to talk about it later. The wavy blonde girl propped her elbows on the edge of the table, propped her chin, and blinked her blue eyes twice: "Still, do we have a future?" ”

......

A dining table not far away.

Mr. Steel Egg added a high-calorie, multi-layered hamburger.

Click, click, he chewed quickly, his bulging mouth like two balloons, but when he looked up, his eyes were a little more dazed.

Tang Hong appeared in the restaurant, he and the Saint Immortal Sikong had breakfast together, it seems that these two Saints returned to China today. "Mr. Steel Egg will not participate in the Battle of Midsummer, he still can't relax, he will continue to cooperate with the military to suppress these two god altars.

Fortunately, Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi worked together to drag a god of calamity out of the range of the altar, fought fiercely in the sea, and killed one of them.

Mr. Steel Egg loosened his loose red tie.

The XC class, which has become the XB class, is not as suffocating as before.

"Two altars. ”

"A god of calamity in the deification stage. Mr. Steel Egg sat in his chair and shook it slightly.

......

Suddenly, seeing Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi standing up with a smile, they didn't care about eating any more, and Mr. Steel Egg hurriedly greeted him.

Meantime.

Everyone also looked over, and they didn't dare to breathe, and pricked up their ears to listen.

"Everyone. ”

I saw Tang Hong turn around, face everyone, and look around the audience.

He sat in the east corner of the second floor of the restaurant, and the crowd was fan-shaped, and he could see everyone at a glance.

"I am very happy to work with you during this time, and I am very grateful for your support and assistance, which gave me the opportunity to go from the weakest Jihad in history to a pioneer and transcendent who can shoulder the mission of entering the Holy Army. After Tang Hong finished speaking, he and Sikong Beyi flew out of the open window on the second floor of the restaurant.

Subsequently.

Fly out the window.

Tang Hong turned around and blessed a few words, and the clear voice came into the ears of everyone present, containing a trace of joy.

Suddenly, some people were overjoyed, some people were full of spring breeze and flowers, or stood by the window, cheering, bidding farewell to Tang Hong, or dancing to express their inner joy.

Tang Hong's words made the parting a happy scene.

Everyone was excited, looking at Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi standing on the top of the watchtower, and the special plane marked with the Chinese flag flew from the sky.

Two Initiates Return Home!

At 8:20 a.m. local time, the two officially left the island to prepare for their return home from the Atlantic theater of operations.

The mission of entering the sainthood is to guard the altar of the gods, and now there is a more important mission - all the members are assembled, just for the survival of the first war.

......

After a long time.

Mr. Steel Egg finally regained his composure, tugged at his red tie, and frowned silently.

"The Tang Sage just seemed to be talking about becoming a ...... who is tasked with the mission of entering the sainthood Pioneer transcendents?"

"But. ”

"I'm a pioneer too. ”

Mr. Steel Egg couldn't help but hide his face and sigh, who in the world doesn't regard Tang Hong as a saint, but Tang Hong himself doesn't think so.

Maybe geniuses are more demanding of themselves?

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

The rest of the people were scattered.

Everyone is in place, each performing his duties, and everyone does not dare to relax. Even if the initiates return to their homeland to rest, it is to adjust to the best posture to face the catastrophe.

——

on a special plane.

The cabin space is very spacious, with sofa seats, and brown bookcases, with all kinds of books, only Tang Hong and Sikong Beyi.

Tang Hong closed his eyes and sensed it, and looked at the vast sea of clouds outside the porthole: "We are flying in the direction of the North Pole." ”

"The shortest route. ”

Sikong Beyi lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea, and looked down at magazines from all over the world, he had much more travel experience than Tang Hong.

After all, Tang Hong went abroad for the first time, and Sikong Beyi has begun to take on the mission of guarding the international level since he became a saint, and basically all over the world has been there.

"For example, flights from China to the United States usually go around the North Pole. From the map, the shortest route is across the Pacific Ocean, but this is not the case, because the earth is round, ellipsoidal sphere, and the actual airplane route will be elongated. ”

"Security is also an issue. ”

"There are no alternate airfields on the sea, and in the event of an accident, there is no place to repair them. ”

Speaking of which.

Sikong Beiyi paused for a moment and looked at Tang Hong, who had a strange face: "Are you afraid of my crow's mouth?"

Tang Hong shook his head: "I'm thinking about what to do if I encounter a sky-type danger god attack." ”

"Oh. Sikong said easily: "Danger gods rarely attack humans, unless the plane transports alien space crystals and nineteen-type equipment. Moreover, the North and South Poles are forbidden areas for the gods, and they will never enter the range of the North and South Poles. ”

It could be magnetic, climatic, or something else.

Anyway, no one has found out the source of the forbidden area so far.

In December last year, Dr. Sang of the Central Research Institute asked Li Xuekong and Fang Nanxun, two saints, to assist in conducting experiments in the North Pole, using the real two alien space crystals as bait, and the god of calamity, like a colorful cloud, had never entered the North Pole.

"That's right. ”

Sikong Beyi raised his head and said, "I heard that your god-killing belief is more powerful than that of god-slaughtering, so god-killing will become stronger?"

Tang Hong leaned on the bookcase, and while selecting books on psychology, he spoke: "Every time I kill gods, I have the miraculous effect of sharpening my will and cleansing my soul, making me stronger. It's a pity that the God of Calamity is not easy to kill now, and the rest of the God's Altar has entered the turtle shell mode again. ”

Turtle shell mode?

Sikong couldn't help but laugh and said, "In the middle of summer this year, on the first of June, when he comes, all the cracks in the earth's atmosphere will temporarily merge and turn into a huge passage that can accommodate the true gods to come and manifest. At the same time, the altars of the gods around the world cooperated in the air, making the passage of the different space stable. ”

The human side is preparing for the height of summer.

The same is true of the altar of the gods.

If it weren't for Li Xuekong's running out of oil and the lamp drying up, there were signs of returning to the light, and the calamity gods inside the two altars would not have been killed.

"You need to know the ...... of the fusion of cracks in different spaces"

"It only takes one day. ”

Sikong Beyi shook the teacup in his hand, the light fragrance of tea wafted, and the cabin fell silent.

The other side.

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

"There's still too little time. ”

"In terms of combat power, I am not as good as a genius to enter the sainthood, and in terms of role, I am not as good as a saint who is at the cost of his life, a life, in exchange for the power of a blow. ”

Tang Hong is very clear about his own positioning.

And as his horizons rose and his status climbed, he faintly realized that this year's midsummer ...... With the cooperation of transcendent sanctification and scientific and technological power alone, it is really too bad, and the disadvantages are too great, three years ago, a hundred sanctifications, and now there are only more than thirty saints left, and human beings can't defeat them at all.

Unless dozens of more people are sanctified overnight.

Or the first day of disappearing for many years before suddenly returning.

"None of this is realistic. ”

"How do we fight. ”

Tang Hong looked at the cover of the book in silence: "Inferiority and Transcendence, Meeting the Unknown Self"

——

Within the territory of China.

The capital of Quang Nam province.

The owner of the belief of a high-grade sequence that cuts through the different spaces, and only sat on the floor-to-ceiling window seat of the corner cake shop on the third day, is also thinking about this key question that Tang Hong is thinking about.

"In exchange for the dilution of the divine body of the true deity, the path of sanctification is no longer feasible. ”

There aren't that many saints in the world today!

"Even if the nuclear bomb is upgraded to a hydrogen shaft bomb, plus the electromagnetic weapon successfully developed last year, it will not have much effect. ”

Technological weapons are almost ineffective against the gods, this is a valuable experience of many years of resistance warfare, and it is a well-recognized fact! Most technological weapons have been reduced to useless work, and only the extreme scorching heat has the opportunity to melt the god's body.

And the gods are wise.

Strategic-grade weapons can hit at most once.

"There are more than thirty saints - there are eleven geniuses who have entered the sainthood, and there are eight who have entered the peak sainthood...... How can we win the catastrophe three days later, the gap between the two sides is too great. ”

Like Tang Hong, she also hopes to leave more time for mankind.

But...... Time waits for no one.

It is as strong as a genius entering the sainthood, and the faith is incomparable, and on the third day, he can only secretly pray for the first belief of [a sword to cut through the different space], the final sword that has been polished by pain for so many years, it is best to prevent him from coming.

......

North Lakes Province.

Fang Nanxun, the saint, met Xu Xian the next day.

"Peak sanctification?"

"More than that. ”

The next day, Xu Xian glanced at Fang Nanxun.

He clearly sensed that there was an extremely terrifying power in Fang Nanxun's body that was constantly improving, and he was about to surpass the peak of the sainthood.

This power made the genius saint frightened, and even made Xu Xian feel a little threat of death.

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

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

After saying that, Xu Xian returned to the wooden house, as if he didn't care much about the battle plan.

"Alas. ”

Fang Nanxun was a little worried: "How should we distribute it." ”

......

Near the imperial capital.

Within the Central Research Institute.

In Dr. Sang's special rest room, the night pearl emitted a faint light, reflecting the cold face that was tired but excited.

"One level, two levels, three levels. ”

"As long as we get past the first two levels, we humans will have more time. Dr. Sang's indifferent gaze fell on the screen and muttered, "The third level will have tens of millions of casualties at most, and if you're lucky, you'll lose millions of people." Sorry, that's the only way to win. ”

Dr. Rao is Sang is indifferent and crazy, and his eyes also flashed with struggle.

The Night Pearl continues to shine.

There are heating devices that provide it with the necessary energy to shine.

I saw Dr. Sang turn sideways, pick up the pillow, and sew cheesy red flowers on the surface.

Whew!

A rip pillow!

Dr. Sang pulled out a blood-red candle from his pillow!