Zhuang Yan didn't expect that Li Sai's study abroad was bad, and he actually knew that he was threatening, so he raised his head and opened his eyes wide: "You ......"

"You are where you are today thanks to your accumulation and opportunities. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info can't be attributed to your bad temper that blew up at that point. Richelieu chattered endlessly, and when he took tea and sipped it, his eyes looked at him: "Lord Michael has screened more than 1,100 people in the domestic academic community, and finally selected you." If Song Dan hadn't added you to the list, you wouldn't be where you are today. So be nice. Go and apologize to the therapist and admit that he is a mental health physician and not a ......"

Richelieu glanced down at the file he had brought with him and read, "Instead of 'test questionnaire in human shape'. ”

"It's business. And what about private matters? Zhuang Yan changed the subject.

"Despite Mistress Michael's reticency, I have heard her describe her as an 'enemy' sporadically. I've put together a list of materials that I hope you can give me useful advice. Richelieu handed Zhuang Yan a stack of handwritten letterhead with both hands, cautiously and solemnly: "She has been missing for too long, and I am afraid that she will encounter a problem that even she can't solve." I have to find her, Zhuang Yan, because there is a lot of danger outside, and the staff can't sit still. ”

"So, the staff did come into contact with what you call the Seraph." Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand to take the manuscript and stared at Richelieu's blue eyes: "The staff has contacted Michael, and they know about this supernatural existence?" ”

"Actually." Richelieu's cheeks were red when he was staring at him, his gaze averted, and he lowered his head crampedly, saying, "Michael, Michael, predicted today's situation, word for word. She once warned the General Staff that the accumulation of the Western world has reached the critical point of low-level civilization, the continuous technological explosion is about to open the forbidden area of God, the side of science and technology belonging to the 'devil' is about to be born, setting off earth-shaking innovations, and a succession of new weapons will inevitably provoke a global war, and exoskeleton power armor is just a prelude. ”

"Is the staff buying it?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Good thing they bought it! After estimating the gap between the enemy and us, the General Staff decided to start the Heavenly Court Plan. We've been preparing for five years, and now it's time for Mistress Michael to go missing. Richelieu was worried, staring at the letter in Zhuang Yan's hand as if he was desperate: "So I hope to start with the enemy of the Seraph, to know the ins and outs of the Angel's disappearance, we must know who is fighting the Seraph." You have read Zidian Technology, maybe the same words and phrases will bloom with different meanings in your eyes. Richelieu looked at Zhuang Yan wistfully.

Zhuang Yan's mood was agitated, his blood was boiling, and when he looked down at the beautiful flying flower characters on the goose yellow letterhead, he felt that the Yellow River was rushing in his body.

"Wait a minute, I'll see." Zhuang Yan began to read carefully.

"Prisoner No. 42 and his henchmen are locked in containers. The 'container' is the guarantee of the prisoner's survival, and it is also the prison that seals the prisoner's power. The purpose of this container is to keep the high-energy plasma inside stable and provide it with a constant supply of energy. We respectfully refer to this high-energy plasma fluid as 'psionic matter'. Because the container's 'material' is sufficient to keep its molecules stable at the contact surface of the 'psionic matter', it is conceivable that it is basically immune to kinetic weapons on Earth, and can withstand the attack of Level 4 nuclear weapons. This guarantees the safety of the prisoner's life during exile. So for 2,000 years, I haven't been able to kill a single prisoner. I can only call on those who believe in me, reject them, expel them, and try to stifle their poisonous influence on the earth. But I ended up failing. Prisoner No. 42's leadership and sovereign bearing are far superior to mine. They realize that we all need the Earth's resources to rearm ourselves, and that the only way to do this is to puppet Earth civilization.

They realize that all sophistry is futile before My Holy See; They found that rebellions were quickly extinguished in the kingdom of God-blessed monarchy. So they hid, planning the final battle, planning the Jedi counterattack.

I hunted them for two thousand years. The load-bearing structure of the Ark was slowly aging, and my combat uniform was in tatters. My Holy See is being abandoned by the times, and my story is gradually being forgotten by the world. When the mighty Lucifer finally corrupted everything with his vast financial empire, I realized that I couldn't beat him.

He is the graceful and charming Lord of the Sky; He was once at the forefront of all the angels of the Ninth Primordial Heaven, and he was the closest to God. Even if the psionic material in the stubble is too barren to grasp, his soul is still strong, and he was once the Seraphic Angel of Seraphs. When he led the 4.9 million high-ranking legions through the planetary belt, the magnificent meteor made it difficult for me to look at it directly. I fantasized about using the power of worship to ban him, and my Holy See hunted him down for two thousand years, but I failed.

My bishops are lost in the world of money, my soldiers turn to the instructions of the gold coins, and all of them desperately fall into the arms of capital, chasing the phantom of the banknotes, forgetting the bottom line and conscience, abandoning the ancient precepts, abandoning me. betrayed me.

I had no choice but to flee to the Far East. But he chased after him desperately.

I have recklessly burned the followers of Lucifer, terrified the world, and made the prisoners flee in a hurry. Eventually, I fell under the wheels of gold coins. Humans are wonderful creatures who pray reverently and persistently plead; They will also be unwarranted suspicious and betray without hesitation.

I can only rely on you.

Lofes, Richelieu, do not betray me, please. ”

Zhuang Yan turned the last page, his fingers were cold, and he was dizzy and out of breath. His heart pounded, and the man shook for a while, and then he looked up and asked, "This is the Michael you came into contact with?" ”

"These are bits and pieces of information that she has confided over the past five years, and some of them are also the original words I quoted." Richelieu replied earnestly, her brows furrowed, and she muttered in frustration: "Five years." You can imagine how reticent she was. ”

"So the enemy who made her taste defeat was ......" Zhuang Yan held the letterhead, glanced at the first page, and repeated: "It's 'Lucifer in the container'." ”

Richelieu muttered, "Yes, yes, I always hear this name, I hate him to death, and when Michael-sama sometimes looks at the air in a daze, and mutters 'Lucifer', I feel distressed when I see that daze-mindedness!" When he poured out his heart, his thin eyebrows stood up into a figure, and Zhuang Yan was even more distressed when he saw it, and he immediately felt empathy.

"That 'container' is immune to Level 4 nuclear weapons? In other words, not only can it ignore the core temperature of the Grade 4 fusion reaction, but it can also withstand the lethal radiation that comes with it, right? What shape is this container in? Zhuang Yan asked.

Richelieu said "Ahh However, that container has no shape, it is like the red blood cells in your body, although it remains in the shape of a double concave disc in the blood vessel, but when it passes through the gap in the blood vessel wall, it can also be squeezed into a cake and deformed and slipped through - it is very malleable and deformable. I've heard that when the 'container' is stretched to the limit, it can be wrapped in a 'psionic substance' and turned into an extreme film of 200 square meters. Turning into this form envelops creatures as a means of feeding for them. ”

Zhuang Yan shuddered for a moment, and he remembered the picture of being desperately struggling in the plastic wrap by humans, but the top of the mountain could not break the plastic wrap. The lower abdomen was frightened as if it had fallen from a building. (To be continued.) )