Many days later.

Atlanta City.

Inside the translucent huge urban energy shield is a dense and spectacular complex of buildings.

A spire, square buildings stretch straight to the heights, as if to touch the top of the protective cover before they stop, many public buildings do not want to lag behind, although the height is incomparable, but the area is extremely wide, look like an independent small city.

The road between the "small town" and the "small town" is full of pedestrians, and a brand-new locomotive is driving along the railroad tracks from outside the city, passing by many pedestrians, and spewing a large white mist towards the center of the city.

In a few moments, the brand-new locomotive arrived at the traffic station in the center of the city, and the door of the first car at the front opened, and a large group of people came out of it. Almost all of the people in this group of people had gauze wrapped around their arms or legs, and they were all injured, but they were in good spirits, and after getting out of the car, they looked curiously at Atlanta - looking at the scene of this city called the pearl of sarin.

Among these people, there were Goering, the commander of the Grey Parrot Reinforcement Regiment, Bob, the captain of the locomotive, Frank, Philip, and another Philip, Machu Philip.

They didn't look at the platform for long, and a special person appeared, politely leading them out of the traffic station and towards a huge semicircular building in Atlanta.

It was the City Auditorium, built for some important ceremonies, and Frank, Philip, and others had come to attend the medal awarding ceremony that was taking place today. Depending on their previous contributions to the Truth Society's berserk attack, they will be awarded different levels of the Order of Richard.

Frank, Philip and his party, everyone had a little excitement on their faces, after all, whether it was accepting the medal awarded by Jasmine, the lord of Atlanta, or coming to this "legendary" Atlanta City for a long time, it was a memorable thing.

Led by specialized personnel, they quickly reached the front of the City Auditorium, after which they entered the huge arch and disappeared from view.

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Meanwhile, not far from the city auditorium, in a cyan eggshell-shaped building, Richard, the titular supreme ruler of the entire sarin, is watching a study.

In the huge laboratory with a height of four meters and a radius of nearly twenty meters, the research team led by the old lich man Ah Fu was busy around an experimental table.

On the experimental table, there is the captive head of the Society of Truth, Foehn.

This extremely powerful being was completely unable to move at this time, and could only lie down like a wax figure, at the mercy of the old lich man.

Richard stood not far away, watching and mentally estimating the progress of the work.

With a "squeak", the door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and the eight-armed skeleton Anan poked into a skull's head, and the ghostly fire in his eye sockets fluctuated slightly.

As if stimulated, the entire group of the old man lich suddenly stopped, and the old man of the lich, Ah Fu, glared at the eight-armed skeleton viciously, and roared very seriously: "You dead bone rack, I said it, this guy's bones can be yours, but it must be after I finish researching." If you try to make trouble again, I'm going to have to tear you down, believe it or not?!"

The fire in the eye socket of the eight-armed skeleton did not react much, and even calmed down completely, seemingly unimpressed by the words of the old man of the lich, but when he turned his neck and saw that Richard was here, he finally quietly withdrew his head out of the door, and closed the door with rare public morality.

The old man of the lich watched the eight-armed skeleton leave, snorted coldly, shook it with a metal syringe or something like that in his hand, looked at Richard and said, "I just want to see your face, otherwise I will tear him down in front of him based on what he did before!"

"Hmm. Richard nodded in convincing.

The old man seemed to lack confidence, and said loudly: "What I said is true, I didn't go all out that day because I was afraid of hurting the experimental target, otherwise I would definitely be able to beat this dead skeleton!"

"Hmm. Richard continued to nod.

But the more Richard did this, the more the old lich man became a little weak, and finally opened his mouth, and did not continue, and poured his anger on the foehn on the laboratory table.

Holding a metal syringe in his hand, he stabbed into Foehn's head from his temple with a "poof", and the slender needle tip instantly sank in.

After that, on the metal syringe, light blue spiral lines lit up and began to work.

After more than ten seconds, the old man slowly pulled out the syringe, glanced at the needle tip that was strangely dyed gold, squinted his eyes, and handed it to a red-haired assistant wizard next to him.

The red-haired assistant wizard took it, without any verbosity, and quickly walked to a pile of machines next to it with a few other assistant wizards, put the syringe on it, and began a series of skillful operations.

"Buzz ......"

With a slight roar, the old man of the lich looked at Richard after a moment of silence and got down to business: "You have been here for a while, you should have seen clearly, the process of cracking is relatively smooth, but it is impossible to succeed in a short time. Because as you guessed, there is indeed a very special power in the body of the experimental target that is blocking memories and souls, and even if there is previous research experience, it will take many explorations and tests to find a way to crack it.

I estimate that it will take another two weeks before it is fully successful. The good news is, if you really crack this, then you can crack it quickly if you come across something like it, maybe even the real god - if you can make the other person like you can contain this guy, of course. ”

Richard listened, smiled and looked at the old man of the lich and said, "Anyway, the next thing is to trouble you, Mr. Afu, and in two weeks, I will wait for your results." ”

"Hmm. The old man nodded, "I won't let you down, of course, the eight-armed skeleton in the middle of the way is not my problem." ”

"Mr. Anan, he won't, I've communicated with him. ”

"Hopefully. The old man was not too convinced, and was obviously still very wary of the eight-armed skeleton, and complained, "I think you'd better make it safer for you to make the rest of the place, such as the Black Sun Castle, the Green Source Castle, ......"

As soon as the old man of the lich said this, suddenly there was a "bang" outside, and the whole building shook slightly.

The old lich was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction where the voice came from, and asked Richard strangely, "Well, what's the situation?"

Richard also glanced at the place where the voice came from, and then as if he had received some information, he pressed his finger lightly on his ear, his expression changed a few times, and explained to the old lich: "It's the Castle of Light outside the city that has a small problem, and they are asking me to go over and take a look." ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

"Then Mr. Afu, I'll leave it to you here, there's nothing else, I'll go first. Richard waved his hand as a goodbye, and when the wave ended, his whole body quickly melted into the air and disappeared.

The old man blinked his eyes, thought of something, and said quietly, "Actually...... Take that damn skeleton shelf to the Castle of Light, and I'll accept that. ”

But Richard obviously couldn't hear this.

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