There's nothing more envious than that.

The coveted ability blossoms in the hands of others, and everything he conceives is realized in his old enemy.

This ability to control the past and the future is now unfolding before his eyes.

The humanoid didn't answer, and there was only one last thing left in his mind at the moment.

This was the second time he had experienced defeat, but at the end of their last battle, the entire upper world had been destroyed, and the last thing he could do now was to detonate the energy again.

This is the spiritual energy formed by the "collective consciousness", which will bring about an unprecedented storm of spiritual energy.

After that, destruction and darkness will descend upon the world.

He may be "dead" for ten or twenty years, but at some point in the future, he is destined to make a comeback.

The humanoid can only hope that the passage of time will defeat this ability that has completed its growth.

"See you in the next era."

The humanoid body swelled, merging into the converging storm.

"Is it another self-detonation attack?"

Song Lan is no stranger to the idea of a human form, which has almost become a three-plank axe attack of the villain, using spiritual energy as a bomb in a self-destructive way, forming a spiritual storm that is enough to penetrate the boundaries of time and space.

Although the ritual was essentially the same as the bomb that RT1 had planted in Qi Yun's body, it was hard for even him to imagine what kind of damage could be caused by the strength of the psionic energy that gathered the "collective consciousness".

But the apocalyptic sight in front of us proves one thing.

"You're not alive anymore, are you?"

You can only repeat the old tricks, let the way of destruction of the upper world befall here, and then survive in the chaos and hide in unknown places.

As for the new era mentioned by the human form, Song Lan guessed that it might be until he was seventy or eighty, or in his lifetime, it might be difficult to see the other party again.

"You've missed the perfect time."

The collapse of the upper world was the closest they were to, and in order to escape the baptism of psionic storms, he was also trapped in the turbulence of time and space, appearing in the world before the third war in a way beyond his control, and because of the sequelae caused by psionic overload, he was in a state of confusion for a long time.

Song Lan looked up and said lightly, "I thought you would prepare more special moves, after so many years, it seems that you have not made any progress." ”

Well, for him, there was only one last puzzle left.

The ultimate puzzle.

How do you deal with an enemy who can come back from the dead and plot to come back after you die?

Compared to RT1's calculations that lasted for more than 20 years, this puzzle was not too difficult, and it took Song Lan an afternoon to think of the answer.

Since the other party will come back from the dead no matter what, it makes no sense to kill the other person.

Therefore, more active and effective measures should put the other side on the brink of life and death.

"By the way, have you heard of the legend of the Dark Archmage?"

"Dark Archmage? You-"

The rhetorical question of the human form came to an abrupt end.

The storm of psionic energy that had been gathering above the two of them came to an abrupt end, and the shattered altar fell silent.

In fact, Song Lan had kindly demonstrated the answer to the other party before.

Compared with the final battle in the traditional sense, the last battle between the two can only be described as calm, with no energy detonating in ruins, and everything around is as usual.

Song Lan raised her right hand and gently dragged the black fragments that had fallen due to inertia.

This is a fraction of the humanoid energy, and when it loses the control of its consciousness, it returns to the most basic state of energy, and as time passes, the gathered energy finally dissipates.

No one believes in a black cube and believes that something that does not possess even the most basic language functions can start a new era.

When the concept of "new gods" is gradually forgotten in people's minds, what is left is an old guy with a torn body and extreme ambitions, but he can't even find his arms and thighs.

He had also considered that the adaptability of the humanoid mind could help him resist the cut, and prevent the body that had been divided into several parts from being swept into the turbulence of time and space and being displaced into an unknown timeline, but it turned out that neither he nor RT1 had calculated this step.

"Sss

Song Lan gasped again.

The pain in the bridge of his nose didn't give him even a moment to grieve for his old enemy, and he now had to leave the basement of military technology and rush to the most reputable rhinal hospital near his apartment.

…………………………

"At about 1 o'clock this afternoon, the exploration team formed by the Department of Homeland Security came with the news that they found the remains of what appeared to be an altar under the building of military technology, and the earthquake was suspected to be ...... with the ruins."

The news was playing on the TV in the corridor of the Prosthetic Hospital.

Today's prosthetic hospitals are overcrowded, and most people have surprisingly similar symptoms.

At some point, they suddenly feel dizzy, and in severe cases, they fall into a coma, and the symptoms cause a large number of accidents.

At the moment, various cities are counting the list of injured people caused by dizziness, and many of them have been sent to intensive care units as a result.

The sky outside the window of the prosthetic hospital had gradually darkened, and Song Lan sat among the many patients, feeling anxious.

After all, he miscalculated the situation, and when he drove to the hospital, the registration line was already 100 people away.

Sitting next to him was a man who had broken the bridge of his nose for various bizarre reasons caused by vertigo.

Everyone was frowning and covering their noses, and he blended in perfectly with the crowd.

"Patient 173 is invited to ward 4."

The mechanical synthesized female voice above his head announced his number, and Song Lan walked into the room with the No. 4 electronic signage with the same apprehension as the other patients.

Don't change your nose, don't change your nose, don't change your nose!

He had words in his heart.

He admits that he regrets it a little, and out of recognition of the humanoid's more than twenty years of hard work, he took a hard punch, but the punch seems to be in a different place.

"Why, you broke it due to vertigo...... Hey!? ”

The doctor in the room was surprised to see Song Lan and stood up directly from the chair.

Jasmine was still dressed in the white nano tight combat suit with a white lab coat, her eyes widened at the moment, and she reflexively took out the camera, and with a "click", Song Lan's painful expression was recorded forever.

"Why are you here?"

The two pointed at each other almost in unison.

After a pause, Jasmine took the lead in replying, "The prosthetic hospital is too busy, and I'm here to be a volunteer doctor." ”

This afternoon, she heard too many people who had broken the bridge of their noses for unbelievable reasons, "Don't tell me you fell from vertigo too." ”

"It's not vertigo, I'm involved in something else."

"Something else?"

"It's probably like walking down the road and encountering a thug and getting a punch."

Very good.

Jasmine heard a reason that was even more bizarre than all the previous causes combined.

Song Lan was beaten by thugs on the way home, and if she hadn't seen her in person, no one would have believed this reason.

She glanced at the cube that was still emitting pitch black brilliance between Song Lan's left arm, rolled her eyes and asked, "What is this?" Gangsters are equipped with explosives? ”

"Since you asked in good faith......"

Song Lan took a deep breath, sat down at the table, and placed the cube on it, "Jasmine, have you heard the story of the Dark Archmage?" ”

……

After Song Lan's extravagant narration, Jasmine probably understood the whole story.

After all, they are also colleagues working in the same department now, and she has long learned to find the real and credible part from Song Lan's fraudster's language, and the way δ hiding in the shadows and trembling shows that this cube containing unknown energy is not small.

If she remembers correctly, when she decided to volunteer at the Prosthetic Hospital, she was taunted by δ, who sneered at her clever people who had already started to run for their lives, because it wasn't long before Sector 1 would be destroyed.

Seeing that he couldn't convince himself, δ sneered and threw down a sentence of "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you just rot here" and then melted into the shadows and walked away.

But it didn't take long for Jasmine to find that δ, who claimed to be going to slip away alone, sneakily followed her all the way to the prosthetic hospital.

"That is, you have met a gangster leader nicknamed 'Dark Archmage.'"

Jasmine concluded.

Obviously, this name was forcibly imposed by Song Lan on the other party, and no street gangster would give himself such an old-fashioned nickname these years.

"And then in order to make him stop completely, you split his body into several parts, and this black cube is one of them, and if this gangster leader wants to make a comeback, he must gather the energy blocks scattered here and there, and then put them together."

Of course, this is only a theoretical possibility.

Except for the ordinary office worker in front of him who was punched by a street thug and broke the bridge of his nose, I am afraid that there is no one in this world who can reach other timelines.

Although this story was very plain from Song Lan's mouth, Jasmine could imagine the intensity of the battle, and the sudden appearance of vertigo that swept the whole world was probably also caused by this battle.

In this way, the fact that Song Lan was broken by the thugs has some credibility.

She knew in her heart that the truth was far from that.

Not long ago, δ made a judgment about the sudden onset of vertigo, which she asserted was the after-effect of forcibly "collecting faith", but the thought of someone gathering so many beliefs made δ uncomfortable.

She thinks it's probably the only opponent to be compared to the devil, but it's certain that whoever wins the battle will be able to destroy the First District, and indeed the entire coalition government.

Just like the Upper World, which was once destroyed.

"Come on, let me see first."

Jasmine got up, approached Song Lan, and began to examine carefully.

"You do have to take a closer look at it for me, but I want to make it clear upfront that I don't agree with a prosthetic transplant...... I've heard about the current trend in prosthetic hospitals, where in order to sell expensive prosthetic packages, even if it is just a minor problem, the doctor will recommend a replacement of the prosthesis or return to the factory for repair. ”

Song Lan's nervous expression really amused Jasmine, he now looks like one of those old men who don't believe in modern medicine, but have to come to the hospital for treatment due to illness.

No matter what the doctor says, he will remain skeptical.

"Hmm...... There were no wounds other than the bridge of the nose. ”

As the examination deepened, Jasmine's eyes became more and more stunned.

As she said, she didn't find any wounds on Song Lan other than her broken nose — not even abrasions.

She's seen too many injuries, and it clearly doesn't fit the definition of a fairly combative fight.

This looks more like ......

After Song Lan symbolically let the other party break the bridge of her nose, she killed the other party with her backhand.

It was destined to be a battle she couldn't figure out, and no one would know what was going on under the military tech building.

Perhaps, as δ said, the "Dark Archmage" is the most terrible enemy the coalition has ever encountered, but unfortunately, he had a fight with "Song Lan, an office worker who happened to pass by", in that unknown place before he let everyone know his horror.

"You don't need a prosthetic transplant, do you?"

The nervous voice of inquiry pulled her back to reality, and Jasmine cleared her throat and said, "No, but if you don't want to have a crooked nose in the future, I need to put a stent on you, and it's best to stay at home and rest for the next few days to avoid secondary injuries as much as possible...... By the way, did you tell Lu Xiang about this? ”

"Not yet, the counterintelligence department should be quite busy today, there is no need to worry her."

"Well, then you can go back and recuperate, anyway, you don't usually come to the department much, it's all the same."

While nodding, Jasmine quietly sent Lu Xiang the news that Song Lan had been beaten by thugs and that the bridge of her nose had been broken.

Looking at Song Lan's eyes in his eyes that he was delighted to hear that there was no need for a prosthetic implant, and his back as he walked out of the room with brisk steps, she suddenly realized that this road was probably much more lonely than she had imagined.

And their minister, it seems, has long been accustomed to such loneliness.

She didn't rejoice in the victory over a strong enemy, nor did she can't wait to announce her contributions to everyone, if she hadn't come to the hospital today to volunteer and happened to meet the other party, she probably wouldn't even know the story of the "Dark Archmage".

Song Lan really looked like she had a fight with street thugs on the road, and then returned home calmly.

Jasmine suppressed the intertwined thoughts in her mind.

She guessed that the current Song Lan didn't need a commendation from the council or a celebration banquet from the department, but she would never let the other party return home alone.

……

Coming downstairs to the hospital, Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fell to the ground with her heart hanging along the way.

He put his hand on the brace on his nose.

His nose will never be crooked!

In a trance, a familiar voice came from above his head.

The hovercar with the logo of the counterintelligence unit burst through the air and made a desperate landing in front of the hospital.

The doors opened.

Then, a familiar figure came into his sight.

The small theater of its three hundred and sixty:

Wednesday, evening, month, year

"Lao Lu, you see that we are so familiar, can you borrow ...... for a while?"

"No, you can't."

Lu Xiang immediately folded his hands and expressed his refusal hand and foot, not even meaning to be polite.

"Hey, I'm not done yet!"

"It's impossible for Song Lan to lend it to you."

Although Lu Xiang doesn't have much experience in attending upper-class banquets, there are more than enough scenes depicted in the Koloe Films movie, this boyfriend borrows and borrows, and finally becomes someone else's boyfriend.

Her eyes didn't mean to treat Guan Lili as a friend at all.

They did know each other for a long time, but when Guan Lili used the title "Lao Lu", their relationship faded.

"No, Lao Guan, you are young, beautiful, have a house and a car, there should be a lot of people chasing you, right?"

Song Lan asked curiously, the fact that Guan Lili has always remained single seems to him to be incredible.

"Occupational disease."

Guan Lili sighed, "Kolo Pictures has been in the industry for a long time, and I can see through the careful thoughts of those who approach me at a glance." ”

Lu Xiang's eyes narrowed and asked, "Then why did you never guard against Song Lan?" ”

"There are not many people like him who are as clear and pure as him these years."

Guan Lili said in a reasonable tone, "People like him who write 'touch fish' on their faces are definitely the safest people." ”