"Frontline Bulletin: Triviera has experienced an unprecedented terrorist attack in the past 39 hours, with 1.2 million killed, 15.62 million injured and 23 million missing......"

"The Ministry of Education is negotiating with the temporary municipal team, but it will be some time before order is truly achieved, and perhaps the greater threat to survivors is not from terrorists and colonists, but from other survivors......

"Boom! The White Candle Star Minister of Education, Balkomon, is fighting against hostile forces, and according to informed sources, the opponent is the Governor of Babluska of the Night Butterfly Federation, and the unprecedented Battle of Kappa is on our doorstep......"

The new mayor Walder fell to his knees and cried: "Ask the Supreme Council to intervene!" Save us unarmed civilians, the war will be a long time coming, but people must live in the present......"

"More and more gangs are taking advantage of the fire to rob, and the situation in Triviera City has aroused the concern of the whole planet, whether we can survive the current difficulties does not depend on how many high-level combat power we have, but on the people who really do the work and the ...... of the executive department."

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Luthor turned off the message rune and sat in front of the flower bed downstairs in the rental house, his aftertaste of magic smoke in one hand, confusion and numbness written all over his cheeks.

What the hell is going on with all this?

He looked around.

Sirens sounded one after another, and the black body bags were piled up like kitchen waste bins in garbage sorting, and mosquitoes and flies flew wildly, which made people feel sincerely uneasy and annoyed.

The world has been turned upside down, and the shadow of destruction and death hangs over everyone.

Luthor smoked numbly, unsure of what the future holds.

The school was destroyed, the job was gone, all the friends and classmates I knew were killed, and now I can only stay in this rental house, and I can't even contact my family.

He remembered the village of Lanju, and remembered Leo, who had left the village with him and passed the exam to Triveira—now called Leoz.

For a long time, he was jealous and hated Leoz, but after Triviera's attack, too many people died, and Luthor wanted him to survive.

There were so many dead that even one of his materialists began to hallucinate - there seemed to be a cry of unjust spirits in the air around him, and the bitter cold wind mixed with the ghostly howling made him shiver.

What to do?

Just when Luthor was confused, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart:

[Humble carbon block, come to sing the praises of the soul of steel......]

The voice was low and magnetic, full of indescribable magical attraction, and Luthor was at once absorbed in it, and listened quietly.

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Faithful Village.

"Come here, Daddy!"

"You're going to make a call, ouch, my old waist is about to be torn and broken."

Nikita crawled up with the heavy loads of supplies and handed them to his son-in-law Julian, feeling dizzy, and the air around him seemed to be filled with an uncomfortable poisonous gas, but fortunately, when he was young, his physique had reached the Zeta level, and even if he grew old, he was able to avoid many diseases.

"Let me rest...... Ay...... I'm old, I'm really old. ”

Nikita sat slumped on the side of the road, sighed, looked at the biochemical pool not far away, and muttered:

"Leoz, this kid is really a toss-up, there is no end to it, and suddenly the whole village is mobilized to work, the old man, I am old, and I almost didn't make it. This planet doesn't know what kind of poor mountains and bad water it is, and the air feels strange. ”

"That's probably because you don't have magical blood in you."

Son-in-law Julian put away the supplies and came over to comfort him:

"We all have a bit of caster blood, only you are a purebred Van Lenkov alien, not adapted to the high-model environment here, it's normal."

"No, no, no, I don't feel like that."

Nikita took a sip of the drink he had brought with him, his eyes puzzled:

"When I was younger, I served on a magical planet, but I didn't have any of these problems. And I always have an indescribable sense of familiarity with this uncomfortable feeling......"

"You're too sensitive." Julian looked left and right: "I think everyone is normal, nothing serious." ”

"Maybe." Nikita calmed down, took two breaths, and said: "Julian, I always feel that things are not good, Leozna boy may know something, with my feelings, he should be mobilizing supplies and preparing for a battle, and it is a fierce battle." ”

"Oh."

"You kid, why did you react like this?"

"That's normal." Julian shrugged: "We Van Lenkov aliens have been fighting in the north and south for many years, and Mr. Leoz has taken a fancy to us, and there is more or less this relationship, you don't know it." ”

"I mean, that's how you react? Don't you think that Leoz concealed this matter so that you don't feel resentful? Nikita said dissatisfiedly, "Leoz must have something to hide from us." ”

"I don't think that's a bad thing."

Julian remembered that Leoz had taken the initiative to hide his identity from him in the Verazzi Company, he shook his head and said:

"I believe Mr. Leoz. He may have his own troubles, and as the people under the fence, we obediently do what is in line with our identity, do not cause trouble to others, and do our best, and that is enough. ”

"But maybe Leoz is fighting some enemy he shouldn't mess with." Nikita thought uneasily, "I don't care, but you two are still young, and you have to live to have hope." Why don't you just find a chance and take my daughter away and fly away—"

"Dad, where else can you go now?"

Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"Mr. Leoz saved us, saved the Van Lenkov State, saved our family, and so many refugees – I think one should be a little grateful. Mr. Leoz has done so many meaningful things, and it is time for us to repay him. ”

"Hey...... Whatever you want. ”

Nikita couldn't find any reason to refute it.

In fact, their family can already be said to have no worries about food and clothing with the money that Leoz gives every year, and now they do seem a little white-eyed wolf when they say these words.

But for some reason, Nikita just felt that something was wrong, that feeling that permeated the air, as if he had really felt it when he was young, when he experienced a certain civilization.

A rich, spark-like smell of sparks and iron filings produced when mechanical gears are rubbed and rotated.

When he was younger, Nikita also traveled north and south as a Zeta, and even a [social] citizen had the experience of fighting. But now, he is too old to even carry heavy loads, and his physical strength and mind have deteriorated terribly.

Strictly speaking, the mechanism of Dao Path does not treat every race equally, especially the creatures of Van Lenkov Xenomorphs, whose lives are constantly distorted, and their telomeres are severely damaged, and there is almost no immortality to speak of.

Van Lenkov's alien physique is limited to this, even if he wants to help Leoz, it is useless.

"Leoz, what the hell did you kid mess with?"

Some people died, but not completely......