"What the hell is that idiot with shit in his head who made that damn Spark plan!"

The roaring voice echoed through the headquarters of the Salvation Army in Jerusalem, a building where military and state secrets coexisted. But no one stopped the voice, to be precise, no one dared.

That person is now in the office of the Command, located in the most heavily protected place at the heart of the military department, and there are few people in the Holy Kingdom who can roar in such a place.

And now there is one, Duke Resvet Rainer, one of the four dukes of the Holy Kingdom.

In the office of the Command, the military god was leisurely brushing the dog's hair, the miscellaneous pastoral dog stretched out his tongue and licked the old man's face happily, and the remaining dog was pulling the old man's trouser legs vigorously, and he couldn't wait to fly up directly.

"Calm down." Lord Warlord said in a light tone, "It's useless for you to ask me about this matter, and I'm not the person directly in charge of the plan." The Spark Plan was formulated by the Headquarters of the Pope Hall of the Holy See, the Supreme Command of the Salvation Army, the Headquarters of the Supreme Staff of the Salvation Army, the Staff Headquarters of the Sdel Space Naval Group, and the Supreme Command and the Headquarters of the Supreme Staff of the Gerkos Army. You also know me, I, the marshal, have long been out of business. Besides, don't you know that too? ”

"Fart!" Reina burst into flames, "That's not what I'm going to ask!" Of course I know the plan, but what's going on now? My students and those children are all missing! It's not a landing in a predetermined mode at all, it's a hunt! The whole team fell apart and collapsed. Except for Dawn and the nine people who have already arrived in Phoenix City, the rest are all in unknown condition! ”

"I don't have satellite eyes, you can ask Steele about this." The god of the army is also an old fritter, drinking tea with a dog and reading the newspaper, asking me? I don't know!

"You don't have long satellite eyes, but you have a long interstellar mouth, don't you?" Reina was furious, "Don't tell me that what Ji Zhengmian said didn't happen without your permission, I don't believe he had the courage to take the Spark Project to Jiang Muyin!" ”

Lord Warlord is also a cheeky man who has experienced a hundred battles, and although his face is a little sagging when he is old, his face still does not change. Turning his gaze away from the newspaper, he looked up at Reina blankly, as if he had no idea what he was talking about.

Reina gritted his teeth hatefully, "Anyway, if something happens to Jiang Muyin and those children, you can do it yourself!" ”

After saying that, he was about to turn away, and it didn't seem like he would give up easily.

"He's going to be fine," said the Lord Warlord suddenly, looking at the newspaper without looking up, "I promise." ”

Reina paused in his footsteps, then went out.

The Lord of the Warriors sighed, threw the newspaper on the table, and slowly stood up on his crutches. He was very old, and he was surprised that he had lived to this age. Unlike Reina, who was genetically resuscitated at the twilight of his life, he was only alive because of the curse on his body.

The god of war stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two old dogs circled around him, and he slowly raised his left hand and rolled up his sleeve. He has been hiding this secret all these years, for which he never wears short sleeves.

When you roll up your sleeves, you can see the strange texture that spreads over your elbows, dark purple. Lord Wargod watched silently for a moment, this thing extended from his heart, and had been there since he was a teenager.

It's not cancer and some disease, it's a curse, a real curse.

"For decades, I thought I had forgotten about you, but every time I saw this thing, I remembered it." The Lord of War seemed to be talking to himself, and the faint purple veins on his body lit up slightly, "Gather the emotions of fear and hatred, and the tree of evil seeds will eventually rise from the ground." ”

"I thought you'd stop it, so I made a special trip." Someone was standing next to him, a boy with a single glass, "You still care about this person." The boy looked at his clothes and then at his face, "I doubt this guy is your son." ”

"No," the face of Lord Warlord showed remembrance, "he is my teacher, and he taught me the relationship between fate and fate. ”

The boy shrugged, "Fate? That's a thread. ”

The Lord of War did not respond to his words, and changed the subject, "As the supreme will of the Eternals, it will be a big problem for you to come to the low-latitude world so casually. ”

"I didn't expect you to know, it's incredible." The Supreme Will exclaimed, "How much do you know? ”

"Huh." The god of war smiled lightly and did not speak.

The supreme will looked directly into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and the terrifying spiritual fluctuations instantly swept into the mind of the military god, but even so, the old man only turned pale and did not show his ugliness.

The Lord of War smiled, "In five minutes, the Lord will find you." ”

Hearing the name, the Supreme Will raised his eyebrows, and it was not the artificial intelligence named Yahweh that made him jealous, but the Seraphs in the city, and the one he cared about the most was the Extreme Seraph, Komuti Hisbor.

It is very limited for him to come to the low-latitude universe in the form of an advent, and if he is killed by the extradimensional substance called the holy relic, the body in the original dimension will be greatly impacted.

With the current state of the Eternals, there must be no problem with his supreme will as the Eternals.

"Three minutes is enough." The Supreme Will says so.

Lord Warlord nodded, "Truman, I won't let it go to you." We will eventually take back that planet, and now it is only a few steps ahead, and the Tree of the Evil Seed will definitely be eradicated. ”

Supreme Will's face was a little more solemn, "Then you first have to erase the negative emotions of human beings, such as transforming all into mechanical bodies or something." ”

"So that's how you're eternal?" The tone of the Lord Warlord was flat, but the meaning of this was mockery.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now? You know there are many kinds of death. The Supreme Will smiled.

"Don't smile with his face, he never smiles." The god of war looked at the city at his feet from afar with a cane, "Death, no matter how you die, is actually just going to that world." To be honest, I've lived enough, so what's the point of me surviving so far? Even Hilton has its own mission. I envy him, because he is the knight king, the bravest knight king, no matter how old he is. ”

"But I'm not," he glanced at the Supreme Will lightly, "I'm just an ordinary person, and the ordinary can't be ordinary." The god of war? But I'm not even a soldier in the true sense of the word. There is no point in my life, and every day I breathe is a waste of air, so I have long wanted to die. He dropped his cane and leaned down to touch the fur of the two dogs, "I, ah, I still miss the time in Vormyr, only during that time, I really lived." ”