Leaving the previous era, the flowing Milky Way once again embraced the lonely traveler, its body across the void like a dream, with no beginning or end in sight, only faint clouds of smoke and shining stars slowly passing by, and the mind penetrated into it, which immediately triggered a series of images, the faint sound sometimes dragged on for a long time, like the aria of the priest in the temple, solemn and solemn in it, and sometimes like countless people gathered together to make noise, The fragments of different tones converge into an endless wave of information, revealing the hidden changes behind the scenes of the times.

There is no distinction between matter and energy, all existence is between the illusory and the real, just as the stars that people see when they look up at the sky at night are only the light emitted by the stars a few light years ago and not the stars themselves, these images and sounds are only the aftermath of the times, they have long since disappeared on the surface of the material world, and only those who can truly understand them can get in touch with the subtle changes in them through the appearance.

Eric is such a person, and perhaps the only person in the world who can do it. The origin of the different people gave him a transcendent position, and the constant connections after entering the new world gave him a new source of power, and under the combined action of different systems, he finally stood at the height of this time, and now he is a living miracle, the intersection of the old main god world and the new world, and no hidden existence can escape his eyes.

At this moment, he was determined to cut off the last restraints, so that the cruel old world would not continue to extend its tentacles from the other side of the void.

The mind is like a knife. Formless but extremely sharp, what it cuts is not mortal, but an invisible bond that arises from the space of the main god. The same formless, faint and unpredictable power came from the void through this bond that was about to become substance, and with the help of Eric's actions, it unwittingly penetrated into the new material world, and if you look back closely, the former reincarnation can see that in the years he has passed, it has left a vague and deep shadow.

It was an invisible invasion, and perhaps the chance of escape promised by the Lord God never existed. It simply uses the reincarnators who are bent on leaving, and uses them as scattered seeds to pollute other worlds. Eric's rejection is the spontaneous defense of this world against external threats, but the new world has only a hazy instinct, not a certain degree of autonomy like the mature old world.

In order to avoid falling into the hands of the Lord God again, this meaningless bond must be severed.

The mind is cut off. There was no cracking sound, no superficial breakage, the transparent bond only became a little dimmer, and the invisible connection between Eric and the Lord God diminished.

The cutting continued, the bond became more and more illusory, it flickered as if it could disappear at any moment, and on the contrary, the power transmitted through the bond became more and more intense. Filled with boundless darkness and depth, through this power, he could feel the other side's violent devouring ** and destructive instinct.

Finally there was a moment. The bond linking the two worlds was approaching a tipping point, and the great being on the other side of the void could no longer tolerate such an offense, and it raised its head from the infinite darkness to reveal its true face.

It was an equally large and brilliant Milky Way, as magnificent as the new world here, with wisps of crimson smoke flowing slowly. Wriggling like the flesh and blood of life, countless planes floated and sank at the edge of the dim galaxy. Occasionally, a bubble-shaped plane swells, and with a soft sound, it explodes into a faint drizzle, and soon the same plane is produced in place.

Needless to say, Eric immediately realized that this was the essence of the main god, the pinnacle of the evolution of the material world, which not only gave birth to an infinite number of intelligent beings, but even produced consciousness itself, and it was it that dominated the fate of billions of beings in another universe.

But beneath its beautiful exterior lurks an unfathomable danger, it has been around for an unknown amount of time, the existence of the old world is coming to an end, the dark red rays like an aging and tyrannical nature, irrepressibly spreading from the body to the whole body, only the new planes captured at the edge can provide it with the nutrients it needs to survive.

The New World is its goal, and what Eric has to do is to cut off the greed on the other side on behalf of the New World in which he lives.

The mind continues to slash, and the bond finally flickers, and the next moment it may break completely, separating the two worlds.

A pair of invisible eyes on the other side lit up, it had no emotion, only an indifferent gaze, and a moment later, a creepy force rushed along the disappearing bond.

A monstrous wave rose, and the blood-red tide rushed to the sky with the momentum of devouring everything, as if it could break any opponent to pieces, and what was waiting for them on the opposite side was the final blow of the former reincarnation.

The forces of the old and new worlds collided, the two distant rivers of time and space shook at the same time, the light flow was chaotic, and a huge vortex quietly appeared in the galaxy, when Eric struggled to support until the end of the wave, and finally glanced at the other side, he finally retreated to his own time.

After the endless darkness, he opened his eyes again, and he saw the snow-white ceiling, the flickering ceiling fans, and the glare of sunlight streaming through the windows.

This is not its own Manhattan building, but an old-fashioned hospital room, and its interior looks like it has returned to 1962.

Eric sat up slowly, feeling his body, except for some uncontrollable exhaustion after the hedging of the long river of time and space, all functions were okay.

He looked around and saw in the mirror that he had changed into a T-shirt with the initials of the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency on his chest.

This scene was familiar, and he suddenly had a sense of absurdity, wanting to laugh out loud, and at the same time a kind of unspeakable trepidation.

Could it be that the shock did damage in the end?

He couldn't answer for a moment.

Fortunately, in the mirror, he is still his old self, and he has not become another familiar big guy.

The president's speech was played on the black-and-white television. Kennedy was delivering his State of the Union address in his trademark elegant tone, recalling the major events of the year in which he mentioned some familiar names and places...... It's as if you've just slept in the world. Wake up just as the wind and waves have subsided.

Eric was not in a hurry to break the silence, he pondered quietly, and suddenly a warm wind blew the fine white curtains into the room, which was the air creating a convection.

Behind him, the door opened, and a female agent in an old-fashioned S.H.I.E.L.D. fall suit walked in.

She was about twenty years old and in her early five feet tall. His demeanor is quiet and childish, and his eyebrows are a little thick. The appearance is not very beautiful, but the young body is full of youthful vitality, and the first impression is easy to like.

Above her plump left breast, there is a silver nameplate. Engraved on it is her name - Zhenma. Simmons.

Seeing the patient wake up, the young female agent's face immediately filled with a warm smile that was unpretentious, and Eric could read reverence and admiration in her smile.

He blinked and didn't speak.

"Good morning, Mr. Eric." Simmons jumped almost excitedly, but when she looked sideways at the sunlight outside the window, she quickly changed her tune. "Maybe it's time to say good afternoon."

Eric looked at her for a moment, then turned to look out the window and asked, "Where is this?" ”

"You're in a hospital room in New York." The female agent burst out. It seems to have been rehearsed countless times.

Eric's mind crept out, but the impact damage he had received in the long river of time and space had not yet recovered, and he only had a rough sense of what was going on outside this delicate prop shed.

"What time is it?" Two attempts were unsuccessful. He put aside this futile effort for the time being.

"How to say it, I'm afraid you won't understand." Simmons stopped talking, she walked over, carefully arranged the sheets for him, and asked him to continue to lie down and rest.

But Eric didn't do what she asked, and he gently pushed Simmons away. Walked barefoot to the door.

What the hell is going on out there?

Why did this start?

Could it have changed that shock?

In front of the door, Eric paused slightly. At this time, he couldn't hear the persuasion behind him at all, and a strange emotion called panic quietly grew in his heart.

This kind of emotion was extremely rare for him, and for a long time he had maintained a special state of mind, and only then could he face the infinite horrors of the old world, but after leaving there, he had settled down and had someone he cared about again, which made it difficult for him to remain as absolutely calm as before.

Fortunately, his will is still strong, and no matter how bizarre changes occur outside now, he will choose to face it.

After a slight pause, Eric pulled the door open.

"Mr. Eric, please wait a minute." Simmons screamed and chased after him.

They were confronted by four heavily armed soldiers, who were forced out by some force before they could raise their guns, and fell to the ground heavily.

Now when Eric looked around, he could see that the surroundings were empty, the scenery outside the window was actually a large ultra-clear screen, and the hospital room itself was nothing more than a makeshift prop built out of the shelf walls - it was just a studio.

But Eric didn't look back, he walked out barefoot, past the agents blocking outside, and onto the street beyond the building.

It was raining lightly, pedestrians were raising their umbrellas, and the gloomy smog was blanket the sky, but it couldn't hide the familiar sights around it, and as in the past, there were colorful neon lights and street performers, and the news, commercials and TV shows on the big screens hanging from the building's façade — yes, Times Square.

He has been here many times with his friends and students, and he has fought all kinds of criminals here, and he is a superhero that every citizen of the city should know.

But now he saw nothing but surprise in the eyes of passers-by.

Eric slowly stopped, standing quietly in the middle of the road, taking a few deep breaths to calm the fierce heartbeat.

Then several black cars stopped beside him, faintly separating him from the outside world.

"Relax, General."

A familiar voice sounded in the back, and looking back, Eric saw a one-eyed black man in a black trench coat getting out of the car.

"I apologize to you for what happened, I always worried that you wouldn't be able to adapt to the changes, but this needs to be explained to you slowly."

"Explain what?" Eric looked at the familiar face, his eyes darkening. "It's all a dream, and I've just woken up?"

He was sarcastic in his mouth, looking very normal on the outside, but the anger accumulated in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"Almost." The black man took a slight step back, only a little ahead of the gun-wielding agents next to him.

"You disappeared in 1962 after fighting two monsters that invaded New York, and only recently returned." He paused for a moment and added, "Fifty years have passed in the time you disappeared. ”

Eric was stunned for a moment, then he slowly turned around and looked around the crossroads of the world, finally looking at the sky due north.

It was gloomy. (To be continued)