The door of the room was pushed open again, and several people walked over on the CD, and an old man in the middle smiled at Tiemu.

"Headmaster, why are you here?" Major Zhang saluted the old man.

"Thank you, sir, for your concern." Temu raised his arm with difficulty.

"You can come, won't you let me come?" The old man smiled and patted Major Zhang on the shoulder. Turning around, he helped Tiemu to lie down again, "I'm the Earth Garrison Officer-Fang Zhiyuan. Welcome you little warriors."

"Hello Commander Fang." Temu's eyes were sour, tears in his eyes.

"Little doll, don't cry. The few games you've played are good. Oh, by the way, I'm your father's teacher, you can just call me grandpa. The old man stroked Tiemu's forehead.

"Thank you, Grandpa Fang," Tie Mu rubbed his reddened eyes.

"Let's sleep first, get better quickly, grandpa will invite you to eat something delicious when the time comes" The old man smiled at Temuha.

Tie Mu grinned as he watched the old man and Major Zhang get up and leave.

"Headmaster, after verification by the Four Guards, it has been confirmed that the 3 assassinations against Temu came from the American Defense Command." Major Zhang stood up and reported to the old man looking into the distance. "Methods, habits, professionalism, and DNA database testing largely point to the Nighthawks led by Lieutenant General Greene."

"Nighthawk?" The old man closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "The black hand behind it should be Andrew."

"Yes, the students think so, too. It's just that the Desert Fox is very cunning and barely leaves a handle, and the students will conduct in-depth investigations. Major Zhang stood on one side with his hands down.

"No need. With Andrew's character, he will no longer act on Earth. In this way, Pai Shadow Guard secretly protects the safety of Ironwood on Earth. The old man waved his hand and closed his eyes.

"Yes, the student quits." Major Zhang slowly retreated, and when he came out, he closed the door.

"Teyi, the teacher couldn't save you at that time, and now I definitely can't let you break off." The old man in the room covered his face with his hands. Close your eyes in pain.

Mars, Governor's Palace.

"Governor, that's the case." Next to her, a young woman in a black and red Martian military uniform leaned forward slightly, trembling slightly inadvertently.

"Green didn't make it, did he? Target temporarily missing? Forget it, on the planetary side, stop all action for the time being. The fiery red-haired old man tapped his hand on the armrest of the seat. The old man closed his eyes and waved his hand in the rocking chair, the woman stepped back and slowly pushed out of the room, the door of the room rippled and shook gently, and the surroundings slowly returned to calm. The room disappeared as if it had never existed.

Shangjing, an antique study.

A man wearing a visor and a dark red shortshirt knelt down on one knee and glanced at the figure in front of him. "Well, my lord, that's the case."

"Oh, Andrew, this old thing has made a mistake, great, haha." The figure turned around, and the tall and slightly chubby man stroked his beard with his hands, a square skull, a red face, and a bloody mouth laughing wildly.

The masked man's head touched the ground, his hands lying on the ground were bruised, and his body trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man smiled and glanced at the one lying on the ground. "Get up, I've hurt my talons, and I'm angry with the old thing. This time it was done well, is the little doll's cabinet enough? ”

Masked man, head up. "My lord, the recuperation cabinet has been turned into an anesthetic, according to the reaction time, it shouldn't absorb too much, and the body is fine."

"People should be on the teacher's side now. Well, for now, continue to fight Eagle Claw, and at the same time expand the territory of the Americas and cooperate with local tribes. Stand down," the red-faced man turned his head and paced.

"Yes, my lord, my subordinates are retiring." The man got up and bowed back, exiting the room. Crawl a few steps up the palace wall and disappear into the night.

The middle-aged man played with the jade in his hand, and said, "I'll also go to the teacher's side to see the situation."

Eurasian Community, Rome.

Rolling mountains, bright and clear lakes, quiet rivers, blue waters in the distance, and simple wooden boats paddling slowly on the sea level.

On the mottled bluestone pier, a cardinal wearing a high feathered hat and white beard walked two steps briskly and bowed down to support a middle-aged man wearing a wide hood who left the wooden boat.

"God bless the Emperor!" The middle-aged man turned, holding the chalice in his left hand and grabbing the cardinal's hand twice with his right hand.

"God bless the Holy Light Crusade!" The chalice was held aloft, and the chalice glowed softly golden, and in the flickering light, the light illuminated the scarred face under the hood, and a crimson ribbon blindfolded the dark, dull eyes.

The cardinal led the Pope to the monastery in the valley, where the Crusaders of the Holy Light with halberds lined the road, each with their own duties, ready for battle. "Doros, how's the battle going?" The Pope turned slightly to the cardinal.

"Back to the Pope, the battle for Lyra is still in a stalemate. The Centaur Star Domain, the vanguard of the Holy Light Crusader, raided the Dark Damnation Fortress and found the Holy Light Seals scattered here. The Holy Light Crusader Northern Expedition joined up with the Alliance's Lunar Division, searched the K2 star sector of the XZL star field, and saved 5,000 extraterritorial life-Moya. The cardinal turned on the light and read it beside the Pope.

The Pope nodded slightly. "What's going on in the Federation lately?"

"The Federation is still in the process of selecting warriors, and the various theaters are playing hotly, and there are several teams with relatively good strength, and the overall strength is much higher than the previous one." The cardinal closed the light and stepped up the steps with the Pope in his arms.

"Are there any good seedlings? Our Holy Light Crusade has not been replenished for a long time since that betrayal eight years ago. The Pope slowly raised his head and looked into the distance with empty eyes.

"Yes, Pope, since the rebellion of our Holy Light Crusader American Legion Bishop Dadawu and Krum, our Legion of Holy Light Sealing was stolen and lost all over the universe, and some legions were blackened, and now the Holy Light Crusader needs to increase its elite strength and needless warriors." The cardinal gently stroked the blood-colored cross engraved on the shell with his hand and muttered, "We parishioners have found a few good seedlings, the most outstanding one, but the relationship in the Federation is more complicated. ”

"Complex? If he has the power as you say, our church will pave all the ways for him, and the Light Crusade will not give up on any talented commander! The Pope's scarred, resolute face shuddered inadvertently.

"That's the case, Pope, his relationship is involved, the attention of several Overseers of the Federation, we forcibly protect him, I'm afraid someone won't agree." The cardinal lowered his head and tapped his sleeve slightly.

"Wodal, Bishop Klein, please remember that we, the Holy Light Crusade, stand for justice and justice, and we will not intervene in the greed and strife of the world, but we will fight for the weak, for women and children, for survival, for honor, and if anyone tries to block our path, it will be against the entire legion!" The Pope shook off the cardinal's hand and gripped the chalice tightly in his left hand, which shone softer and reverberated in every corner of the valley.

The cardinal hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Please forgive the Pope!" ”

"Get up, it's not your fault, it's our Holy Light Cross Legion that after splitting, some are weak, some are confused, and some are timid. So it takes more courage. The Pope marched forward with determination.

The cardinal slowly got up, looked down and thought for a moment, then hurried to catch up.

Pacific island nations.

Reddish-brown earth, low round thatched houses. Barren land, ragged peasants with rusty hoes, shovels and shovels scurrying through the stone-walled town, an open-air bar, miners with crooked miners' hats and bottles in their hands sipping sake.

Not far from here, a closed wooden door opened gently, and a black-faced man stumbling and whirling came out of it, reaching out and lifting his pants.

"Slow down!" A middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby body who rubbed rouge and powder came out from behind, and the woman stroked the blouse that had faded from her shoulders to her chest, and waved her hand to the black-faced man.

Turning around, the light in the doorway looked at a few crumpled bills and licked his tongue.

Close the door, look up at the clock on the wall, and press down on a stone slab in the corner of the wall after ten minutes. The slab slowly opened, and beneath it was a secret chamber. The woman sniffed the moldy air, fanned her hand, and walked to the altar in the middle of the chamber.

On the dark cyan altar is a strangely shaped instrument. The woman skillfully turned on the switch and said a bunch of characters into the instrument.

Half a day later, a light curtain was displayed on and off the instrument switch, and a figure wearing a black cloak and emitting a dark glow sat on a tall chair.

"Great Master" the woman knelt on the ground and prostrate her hands on the ground, "Thank you for giving me eternal life." ”

The figure in the darkness, as if glancing at the woman kneeling on the ground, said in a hollow accent that could not distinguish between men and women: "Servant, how are things going?"

"Great master, I know by ingesting the minds of others that now the federal selection is still going on, and there are a few more threatening, I have recorded it, master, please enjoy." As she spoke, the woman stabbed her head with her hand, and her fingers penetrated the skull and slowly reached in.

The light blue substance between the fingers overflowed, the woman was groping, and suddenly guided a wisp of light blue to wind out, drifting towards the shadow in the light, the light blue broke free, trying to get out of this cage, the shadow raised his hand, the light blue struggled a few times, and finally gave up, floating towards the shadow, and the last trace of light blue was also dyed black.

"Tsk, interesting, these ants, huh. Let's do it first, don't bother me if it's okay! The Shadow frowned, then snarled at the woman.

"Yes! Almighty master! The woman fell prostrate on the ground, her head lowered.

"Hmph, forget it this time!" Guangxun's figure faded until it disappeared completely.

The woman slowly got up, glanced at the hole in the head with blood under the crystal on the side, pulled a black box in the drawer next to her, opened the box full of hideous skulls, reached out and took out a piece of black soft and moist jelly-like thing inside, and filled the hole, which gradually closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmph, today is a waste, and I wasted expensive dark jade." The woman waited until the wound was completely healed, reinserted the lipstick at the crystal, and staggered deeper into the room.