Every hour after the end of the battle in Norway, a steady stream of information was transmitted to the ears of Wang Qingye and Zhong Liwang and others in the underground of Norway through "Zero" and "friends".

From above, the Hermon Mountains look like a tumor that has been dug out and most of it disappears, replaced by a mechanical creature like an octopus's corpse lying at the bottom after the smoke and dust have cleared.

The electromagnetic waves belonging to the church had disappeared, and in the hours since, the Academy's aircraft have gradually moved away from the battlefield. Their forces were concentrated in the Atlantic Ocean and on the west coast of Spain. At the same time, fierce battles broke out in the Alps, and Sventovet led more Hermitage soldiers, and the moment Zhongli Wang said those words, he made a battle plan to attack the Alps.

Furious thunder and lightning gathered over the Alps, and this cross-century battle recaptured everyone's attention. But the academy was no longer able to open a second battlefield, and Kawago, dressed in silver armor, hid in the forest near the Alps, observing the battle from a distance. Beside him, stood several cadets of the Academy of Tius.

The battle in the Atlantic had also come to an end, and Ranmarok returned to the island of Great Britain unscathed. Sun ruthlessly saw the flames of the Seventh, Fourth, and Third Fleets of the Federation gathered in the North Atlantic burning on the surface of the sea. The "friend" even showed him the intricate construction of these sea forts, but the fortresses that seemed to be planted upside down on the surface of the sea were pruned by Ranmarok at this time, and countless machines sank to the bottom of the sea, and the church paid the same price for casualties.

In just one night, before all the inhabitants could react, the words "world war" were placed in front of the heads of state. Countless meetings have been urgently convened, massive computing resources have been mobilized, and the power consumption of the entire world has reached the peak of the past hundred years in a few hours.

The hidden strength of the countries was all exposed at this moment, like a flock of frightened birds in the jungle, under the fight of two giant snakes, they all erected their feathers, ready to fly away at any time.

The dean of the academy, Su Buxing, looked at the cleaned cup, the water droplets in it disappeared little by little with the passage of time, he hung up the phone call from Su Duan, and sat by the cabinet to ponder. The entire academy was slowly covered by the golden sunset, the courtyard was empty, and Bai Ze, the only one who could speak, had been sent to South America. Almost all of the seowon were scattered all over the world, just to prevent the flames of war from entering the borders.

Because of the departure of Wu Qiming and Wu Tiancheng, there was no one to maintain the fountain and flowers in the Ming Garden where Su Buyi lived, and the thick smoke and dust fell at Su Buxing's feet through the old paper window at dusk, and thousands of years of memories were in the mind of this scholar, until the night fell in the eastern kingdom, he sighed and slowly walked back to the room.

And in the distant European continent, in the Vatican City, Italy, the morning sun has just risen. The handsome elf king Nuoda stood by the window, caressing the cold black rock with his palm, watching the few remaining pilgrims enter the church, like a river that is about to dry up, and the rocks are exposed to the sun, showing the original ugliness of the river one by one.

He was the most timid of the three Eternals, and he had missed that opportunity in Ashlon City, and now he suddenly felt that the temporary peace that this choice had brought in would indeed not last long.

The gift of eternal life is completely different from the transcendental amnesia that has been passed down from generation to generation, and they seem to remember only the accurate memories of the last few decades, and they only feel like they are away from life when they stand again in a church full of chants, or on the plains of Mesopotamia with fresh air.

And Noda has always been the one who likes to immerse himself in this kind of memory the most.

He also had a certain number of Templars and the Wizards of the Black Tower, and George sent his most trusted cardinal to keep the Mediterranean coast and the Alps as reinforcements.

The bishop was as old as the seventh page of the new Black Tower, but he had not received the blood of the Eternals, and he would soon die of old age.

What exactly is George doing? Nuoda's fair and smooth fingers subconsciously touched the back of her neck, which was covered by long golden hair, where shallow wrinkles had appeared. This wrinkle and faint rancid smell only improve for decades, and according to computer estimates, their gifts should last for hundreds of years.

This is not true eternal life after all, but hundreds of years are simply a white horse for people like them. The moment he got this accurate number, Noda seemed to have a strange feeling, and he took stock of all the wizards who had joined the Black Tower, including their gifts and the resources that the Black Tower mastered, and Noda read them all carefully.

From every night, read every dawn.

He suddenly felt his strength, and at the moment he was standing in front of the window, and the report of the battle that had taken place in Norway last night was being placed on the table behind him. The victory of the Lost Oasis was beyond his expectations, and the names Sun Wuru and Zhong Liwang jumped into his field of vision once again.

After all, it was these two people who put him in crisis in the battle of Ashlon.

Now, they're taking trouble with them to the church.

Nuoda's reluctance to accept Zhong Liwang's joint proposal is that he believes that the Lost Oasis does not have the strength to become his own umbrella. Especially after this battle, it may be difficult for the Lost Oasis to recover.

However, he now has a new solution.

"Four pages, come up." Noda said to the communication system, "We need reinforcements in the Alps. ”

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Clear footsteps echoed through the citadel of the Academy of Tius, and the midday sun pierced the floor through the dusty stone walls. The blood-red heavy cloak caressed it, and the sun seemed to shine out the blood light inside.

Soon it will be the annual enrollment season again, and since Zhong Liwang took Sun Wuru and Lin Qionglu away together, it is equivalent to taking away the core of the two stages of the academy's plan. Now that the new invitation has been sent to every corner of the Federation, Lin Wei knows that there will definitely be new tigers enrolled in the school this year.

And Zhang Xiaoxiao, who once laid the foundation for the Federation, is now locked up in Piris Prison, next door to Guan Shi.

The academy castle was a little too quiet, and when passing by the corridor, Lin Wei looked at the main gate of the castle not far away, remembering that Zhang Xiaoxiao and Su Qi often liked to fight at the main entrance, that place was always destroyed, always had to be renovated, and then a document would lie in his office waiting for him to sign.

There are many other things like this, nothing more than destroying precious instruments in what mission, how many expensive alloy rods are consumed, or where Su Qi smashed the mountains, being witnessed as a huge mecha dozens of meters high, and finally the academy came to fill the hole.

But now, things are not people. Perhaps the main entrance of the castle will never be overthrown by a more powerful tiger.

Passing by the offices of Wang Qingye and others, Lin Wei slowly walked to the tower in the center, and walked up step by step along the stairs that had been familiar for decades. The upper of his shoe seemed to be a little wet, like the marks of melting ice, and there was a purple moss standing on it.

The office on the top floor resembles the Black Tower, but the person sitting by the window is not a handsome elf king, just a young girl in a white plain suit.

"Why are you back?" Mingyue was reading a book peacefully, and the turmoil in the outside world didn't seem to be able to interfere with her tranquility, but perhaps because another young man in a white dress and a wheelchair was not in the academy, she seemed a little lonely.

"I need to rest." Lin Wei looked at his daughter and squeezed out a smile. Seeing her give up her position, Lin Wei's figure paused for a moment before slowly sitting on the chair when she staggered over.

Then, in front of Mingyue Anran, he lifted his blood-red robe, and the black close-fitting armor slowly decomposed, revealing the muscles inside.

At this time, a strong smell of blood, which had been suppressed for a long time, spread.

"Can these wounds give you enough information?" Lin Wei hesitated for a moment before speaking: "If it's not enough, I still have a video here." But none of this can get out of this room. ”

Mingyue saw this scene safely, first gasped, and then leaned down to carefully examine the wounds. Most of them were gunshot wounds, and there were a few wounds cut by cold weapons, and the blades were mixed with heavy metals, which not only cut through the armor outside, but also made the wounds unable to heal in a short time.

Lin Wei did not choose to go to the medical room, but returned to the office to untie the battle armor, these wounds, I am afraid that I will not let the computer "Kars" who controls the academy know.

"Wait a minute, I'll fall down the stairs and get some more medicine." Mingyue said with an annoyed frown.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Wei stretched out his rough hand and touched her head, glanced at the hot sun outside the window, and suddenly remembered something: "Where did that child go?" ”

"You're not here, she's gone to the basement alone." Mingyue said peacefully: "I can't teach her anymore." ”

"Is her gift ready?" Lin Wei looked at the smile on his daughter's lips and said in surprise.

"It's already, it's being tested." An Ran said: "This secret is not leaked, and even 'Kars' doesn't know." Only Mr. Yu Nian knows. ”

"That's good, that's good." Lin Wei sighed with relief and said, "In this way, part of the future is finally in our hands." ”

An Ran nodded, and after collecting all the information, Lin Wei put the armor back on, and looked at An Ran sitting on the edge of the window, thinking with his eyes closed. He squeezed her hands tightly, and found that both hands were a little cold.

After a while, it wasn't until Mingyue covered her head in pain, and a trace of blood quietly flowed through her mouth, and when Lin Wei helped her wipe it off, she slowly spoke.

"I don't see George in church, and we're not going to bump into him there."

The moment Lin Wei heard this, he felt that the whole world seemed to be a little different. An inexplicable force looms over the whole world, and even, the entire future.

"It seems that the future has changed because of this." Lin Wei frowned a little painfully, and touched Mingyue Anran's head distressedly.