"It's a fierce fight."

Mistofen, the crown prince of the imperial state, looked at the battlefield filled with smoke and dust, and couldn't help but sigh.

Should it be said that he is worthy of the choice of the philosopher king? The power of these people is far beyond their imagination.

The middle ground of the battle has been annihilated into a vacuum, and the powerful collision seems to have generated some kind of singularity nature, causing serious damage to the entire space.

Fortunately, here is the inherent time domain, and the self-healing ability and strength of the space are far more powerful than the fragile physical attributes of the abyss, plus they have prepared in advance, basically there are no problems.

As long as the emperor is willing, in their inherent time domain, outsiders can't kill even an ant.

If you put it in the outside world...... This kind of offensive can wipe out a star system, right?

"That blow was a combination of a lot of arcane powers, not exactly the power of the [social] councilor...... It's funny. ”

Obviously a parliamentarian, but he betrayed his origin and took the initiative to sell a lot of information - no, not so much a betrayal, but rather a deliberate way to come and deliver information.

He then walked the path of destruction, but he was very comfortable with the use and control of the arcane energy.

It doesn't look like a clone or a colony, and there's no impediment to communication with those who come - it's just one of the Adventists.

"It seems that the talents of these Advent have to be reconsidered."

Previously, narrative civilizations didn't pay much attention to the existence of players.

Although because of the layout of Li Oz, a large number of players have come into contact with Valkyrie Fortress, the largest mercenary platform in the abyss, with the help of White Candle Star in advance, and have been able to show their strengths, but in fact, the world that players have come into contact with is not yet seen by the narrative civilization.

After all, players are currently nothing more than PMC military contractors in the Third World, and narrative civilizations are all long-established regular armies.

The most tragic battlefield in recent years is undoubtedly the Milky Way Eye meat grinder, but when it falls on the narrative civilization, the Milky Way Eye is just a tablecloth that can be eliminated in the blink of an eye, and there is no need to pay manpower to grind the meat at all.

They have a plethora of non-warfare tools that can also be used to achieve results: mathematical laws, constant modifiers, group subconscious hypnosis, psychic seals, psychic plagues, ......

Even if the players play a brilliant score, in the eyes of narrative civilization, it is just a small fight.

You say you're immortal, but we don't seem to be much worse than fifteen free chances to resurrect citizens.

You say that you grow up quickly, but the narrative civilization has a perfect education and cultivation extreme, and the targeted mass production of talents, even a drunkard like Qin Lan Jiuge, the emperor can train her to become a strong person of the Kappa (10) rank.

You say you're outnumbered — you want to compete with narrative civilizations?

But now, Leoz and others have hardened the director of the Abyss Bureau, Qin Lan Jiuge, which has really refreshed the understanding of narrative civilization.

"Perhaps, these adventers can not only be used as cannon fodder."

"Their talent is not necessarily worse than that of our narrative citizens, and the number is not small, all ethnic groups have it, so don't worry about how to domesticate."

"However, compared to these descenders, the [blacksmith] named Leoz is more eye-catching......"

Mistofen counted in his heart.

These Adventists should be considered the top strength in their group, whether it is the elemental caster's methodical deployment of elements, refreshing spell slots, or the [Soul Destroyer]'s wonderful control - these people are all experienced in a hundred battles, and they are definitely trained by the blood of the corpse mountain.

But, no matter how you look at it, the most eye-catching is the [blacksmith].

"Leoz...... With such a bad street name, he really didn't even bother to act, he really didn't want to reveal his identity, or was he just opportunistic, thinking about gambling on both sides? ”

For this [blacksmith], Mistofen is quite interested.

But it's a pity that no matter how much you want to keep the other party, the philosopher's order is more important, so you can only let them leave.

This final blow is a proof to the top management of the Imperial State that they are not mere terrorists, but talented people with investment value.

In fact, this further proves that the philosopher's judgment is not wrong, and it can be regarded as a return for the favor.

Speaking of which, it's been so long, hasn't there been any movement from Qin Lan Jiuge?

Mistofen looked at the very center of the impact, and after the explosion, the core gradually fell with energy, and was surrounded by a dense sea of plasma, and almost no change was felt.

Is it a battle, or has Director Kotoran Drinking Song already taken it down?

If it's really the latter, then you can only find a chance to let it go.

According to the deduction of His Majesty the Philosopher King, only when this group of people reaches the realm can they bring effective feedback to the imperial state.

As time passed, the plasma ocean did not show the slightest intention of decaying, and the rich essentia aura around it did not dissipate, which seemed to indicate that Qin Lan Jiuge and this group of thugs were in a bitter battle.

…… Is it?

Mistofen tapped lightly on the table and spoke:

"Wang, set up a four-dimensional network, I want to apply to view the timeline."

"Permission."

The philosopher king lightly clicked a finger, and as if he was picking something in the air, he suddenly dragged it continuously, choosing a bright light.

"It's 30 seconds, drag it yourself." The threads of light will connect you and me, be careful not to let go of your hands, or you will stop at the fork in the road of time."

"Understood."

Mistophine raised his hand to catch the thread of light that had come to him at some point, and his eyes quickly became deep and hollow.

At the first screening, there was zero specificity and no change.

Anomalous fluctuations detected, 1 minute and 50 seconds ago - determined to be normal.

In the second screening, the specificity was five, and there was no change.

Detected four node fluctuations, six minutes and seven seconds ago, twelve minutes ago, and twenty-six seconds ago - excluded.

Filter the model to eliminate negative distractors......

The third screening begins.

"-There you go!"

13 minutes and 21 seconds ago, at this point in time, there was an abnormal time point.

Mistophine quickly subconsciously descended to this place of time, zooming in on the spatial position here, switching perspectives, and gradually allowing his consciousness to enter the plasma ocean.

Soon, there is a lot of spatial noise around it, and there are traces of discontinuous superposition in the dimension, which is obviously edited by someone at the four-dimensional level.

Mistofen sank down, it was clearly not the work of Capa or Zeta.

Under the premise that no one is aware of it, he can even hide the monitoring of the philosopher king, and directly enter the high-dimensional level to edit the three-dimensional space.

This is not something that mortals can do, nor is it something that a god ascender or an ordinary omega can do.

...... who are able to do this

Mistofen's mood became more and more solemn, and he continued to infiltrate the timeline, even without regard for his own safety.

Just as he was about to enter the ocean of plasma, the world around him suddenly darkened.

"What's going on?"

He looked down at his left hand, the golden thread clutched tightly in his palm, which was rapidly fading away.

"The thread of light of the philosopher king is actually being eroded......"

Mistofen was shocked, but he had come to this point, and he had no other choice.

The only way to go now is to continue on the established trajectory, to reach the edited time clip, and then reconnect with the emperor there.

This is the only way to leave.

Having made up her mind, Mistaphine walked forward step by step.

Strictly speaking, the world in front of him was not pitch black, and he could faintly hear many strange sounds.

The rotation of the stars, the communication between men and women, the songs of mermaids, the howling of the cold wind on the top of the snow-capped mountains......

Eventually, the voices grew clearer and clearer, and he was getting closer and closer to the missing piece of time.

He stepped out of his left foot and landed on a muddy earth, the cold and damp environment was very different from the red blue star that was like spring all year round.

"Here ......"

Mistofen's eyes widened, looking at the world in front of him, and he was extremely shocked for a moment.

……………………

On the periphery of the Imperial Law Enforcement Team, the major armed forces immediately fell into a tense division.

No sooner had Mistofen stepped into the timeline than the law enforcement forces welcomed a group of strange-looking people on their back feet.

"Who are you?"

The temporary commander cautiously looked at the uninvited guests who suddenly arrived, these people seemed to be cosmic terrans, but for some reason, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience on their bodies.

At first glance it looks like a natural living person, but how to look at it, how strange.

Obviously the skin is white and tender, and the eyes are clear, but the action is as stiff as a plant.

The man at the head wore a hat and a towel around his neck, and he looked like an old peasant, while the others looked like firefighters, lawyers, or journalists, and there were about 200 people in all.

In response to the questioning of the imperial officials, the old peasant who took the lead said illogically:

"Your Excellency Councilor Leoz, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

The imperial official frowned, and shouted in dissatisfaction:

"Who the hell are you? This is the scene of law enforcement, please do not approach the idle people. ”

"I didn't speak to you, sir."

The old farmer took off his hat, revealed a simple and honest face, and said with a smile:

"I'm just a farmer, a farmer, and I've come to the city to go into the city to play tricks with the blacksmith."

The next moment, the entire imperial state shook violently, and a suffocating sense of despair and oppression suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

"Forge nine times, no, this breath—"

The face of the imperial official pale:

"Eventually—reforging?!"

………………………………

A bitter wind blew across his forehead, ruffling Leoz's messy hair.

【...... here】

The familiar coldness touched his fingertips, and Leoz put away his blade and stood among the snow.

The steam train whimpered past him, and the boy selling the newspaper shouted with a face full of chilblains:

"Nickname Outside! The Duchy of Wick and the Kingdom of Falicia have announced a trade agreement, and a new grain export law is about to be introduced! ”

【Falicia...... So familiar with the name? 】

"Ah Zhen?"

Hearing someone call him, Leoz turned his head and saw a snow-white ball rolling towards him, and when he looked closer, he realized that it was Lanaen.

"Yueyue? How did you become like this? ”

"Ah, this."

Wearing a gorgeous moon-white dress, Lana En lived like a little princess, her hair was soaked in snow, and there was a cluster of unknown purple flowers in the corner of her forehead.

"I don't know why, but when I came here, I suddenly became dressed like this."

Lanaen said, tilting her head to look at Leoz, and said:

"Ah Zhen, you've become different."

"Really?"

Leoz raised his hand and used the power of the blacksmith to refine the mercury and generate a mirror in front of him:

"Huh? This looks like ......"

In the mirror, instead of the conscripted figure of Isaac Maxim, a tall, cold-faced, blue-eyed blonde warrior with a blade at his waist.

This is what it looks like...... He's seen it.