"You mean it's fate that I came here?"

Song Lan looked inexplicable.

As a man who has never believed in fatalism, he believes that it was the joint efforts of Professor Myers, the teaching assistant, Angray Safron, and Hannah that their struggle against fate gave him the opportunity to find the truth.

As for the battle for guardianship that "fate" had instilled in his mind, he never took it to heart.

"Everything is a matter of fate, for you, and everything around you."

……

"It's fooling."

"Don't believe it."

"It's sad, it's just a slightly more powerful psychic who thinks of himself as the master of fate."

……

This time, Song Lan heard other voices, some angry, some sneering, all of them all from the throne, among the stars above the colossus, the sound seemed endless, became a little noisy, and soon drowned out the voice of the colossus.

Whether it was the Colossus or the evil thing he mentioned, the sound was straight to his mind.

Song Lan didn't like this way of communicating.

"But they don't seem to believe you, and they say you're a liar."

Song Lan reported the evil creatures' personal attacks on the Colossus, and the Colossus wanted him to be the blade to enforce his will, and he wanted the Colossus to fight with the creatures that existed in the illusion above his head to see who was more powerful among them.

If necessary, he can also temporarily take on the role of captain of the dragonfly, providing them with a platform for absolutely fair and just competition.

However, his words silenced both sides.

After a brief silence, the voice of the Colossus suddenly spread through Song Lan's head like a bomb, "You can hear them!" ”

The sound was so loud that it suppressed all the noise, and the chattering and noisy voices all fell to peace when they saw this.

Despite their constant physical attacks on the Colossus, they appear to be terrified of the Colossus' presence.

"Good, good!"

The majestic and divine voice of the Colossus joined in some joy, and the fanaticism that came from the scientific researchers seemed to be surging in its program, "You are very talented, I will polish you into a sharp blade that can slay all evil!" ”

"With psionic energy?"

"Psionics? Of course not. ”

The starlight shining on Song Lan's body became dazzling, "What I hand over to you is the power to dominate and even rewrite destiny!" ”

This time, Song Lan finally noticed a slight change.

This feeling was somewhat familiar to him, and he had a similar feeling in the process of studying psionic energy, and at this critical moment, his good friend "Mouse" became an important reference.

This was the case when he used his distracting psionic energy to manipulate the "rats" to meet Perrault in order to avoid showing his face.

The Colossus seemed to think that this was a power that was above psionic power, powerful enough to dominate all things in the world and even fate, and his tone became more and more fanatical, telling Song Lan about this thing that he thought was very new.

But......

Theoretically, isn't this the way to use the disruptive psykerics?

As long as you understand the principle, even a three-year-old child can easily get started.

But in order to live up to the kindness of the colossus, Song Lan could only cooperate with the other party.

As a communicator, he is well aware that when a person tries to tell someone something very new, he gets the "Isn't this something already there?" Or, "The three-year-old child next door does!" What a blow the narrator would be to reply.

The whole world will become unforgiving and cold, which is likely to cause the other person to suffer from depression or go down the path of crime in a discouraged situation.

Sadly, his kindness could not be conveyed to the Colossus.

Because the contrast between his spiritual energy and the color difference of the colossus was a little strong, the light shining on him from the starry sky sank into the "black hole" under his feet in an instant, and not only that, but the holy halo became the nourishment of the "black hole", making it begin to spread rapidly around.

It was like a stream that reached its ankles and flooded the ground, but the "black hole" did not stop there, and it could not wait to launch its assault on the staircase that led to the throne.

Song Lan felt a strange sense of familiarity in her heart.

He remembered when he was in the Barossa Group, and for a moment, his psionic energy seemed to come to life.

But this time, it wasn't the Colossus roaring atop the throne that evoked that feeling, but the phantom above the Colossus's head.

He looked up at the monsters lurking in the stars, and the monsters were watching him.

A shrill roar from the Colossus interrupted their gaze and dragged Song Lan back to reality from this wonderful feeling.

- "What the hell are you?" ”

This was obviously a very impolite question, and in the eyes of the Colossus, he seemed to have been deprived of his qualifications as a human being.

There was a roar above his head, and weapons that Song Lan had never seen before poked out their "heads" from the stars.

The colossus swept the steps with a flashing red light, and the weapons above his head sprayed a brilliant halo, but the target of the brilliance was not Song Lan, but the staircase in front of him, and the starlight burned like flames, forming a moat, blocking the rolling black wave under the steps.

"You can't take half a step up this step, this is your fate!"

Before the words fell, Song Lan's outstretched right foot stepped over the scorching starlight, and all the brilliance dimmed at this moment, and it quickly merged with the surrounding "black hole".

As soon as the second step was taken, the wheels that dominated the weapons above began to spin rapidly, and at the same time they turned their guns to point at the Colossus on the throne.

"See, fatalism is not credible."

Song Lan's heart was much more steady.

As it turns out, there is no such thing as a god, and that the throne is just a powerful psychic who thinks he can control his fate.

The colossus's massive body restricted his movements, allowing him to stay where he was when he faced Song Lan, who was climbing the stairs step by step.

Perhaps, the man who designed the Colossus never thought of letting him out of here in the first place.

"Don't come here!"

After realizing that his ability could not stumble on Song Lan's footsteps, the Colossus seemed to change his strategy and resorted to noise tactics.

The throne and the staircase trembled with his roar.

This still didn't stop Song Lan's footsteps, his movements were not fast, and it looked no different from the movements of ordinary people climbing stairs.

But the black wave that surged behind him and ascended with him to the end of the stairs separated him from his ordinary identity.

Song Lan came to the colossus, and he admired this "god" created by Professor Myers more clearly, and this god finally stopped roaring and gave him a moment of peace.

"Don't be nervous, you're a god in control of your destiny."

Song Lan's hand lightly rested on the body of the colossus, and all she touched was the warmth of the metal.

And the black wave also climbed up his body, stretching his arm and pouring into the body of the Colossus.

The last glimmer of starlight was extinguished, leaving only an endless darkness around.

In the depths of darkness, those who climb the stairs ask questions of fate.

- "What are you afraid of?" ”

The Sixty-Five of the Small Theater:

Tuesday, morning, month, year.

Lu Xiang has always been tolerant of Song Lan, but there is only one thing that he can't bear.

As early as the seventeenth district, she vowed to stand up to salted fish.

She may be the first to realize the dangers of the saltfish virus, which not only demoralizes a person, but also spreads quickly among the population, forming cliques and becoming more united than ever before!

The quick-witted Lu Xiang has already seen everything.

Now that all departments have become Song Lan's good brothers from top to bottom, she feels that it will not be long before the virus will spread into the council, making the councillors become salted fish.

In order to warn people in the salted fish virus crisis,

In order that the Council does not become a puppet of the Lord of Salted Fish,

In order for their department to get rid of the title of "least popular department" next month,

Lu Xiang decided to write a 30,000-word academic paper to illustrate the dangers of salted fish:

"Salted fish virus was first discovered in ......"

As soon as she typed half a line, a text message prompt sounded on her mobile phone:

"I tried some new dishes at noon, would you like to come back and try them?"

Oh, salted fish!

Lu Xiang sneered, this guy not only skipped work by himself, but now encourages her to skip work together!

Her index finger flicked a few times on the screen of her phone, and she shot back with a sense of justice:

"I'll be right back, don't finish eating!"

After exiting the document, turning off the computer, and erecting a sign on the table that said "Do not disturb when you go out to work", Lu Xiang left the department with dashing steps.

(End of chapter)