"You're doing something dangerous."

As Lovi put down her pen, she heard a voice, from the captain of the Celestial Forces.

"The specific attitude of Elysium is not clear, and if the will of one of the heavens is rashly dragged into the venue, the consequences will be unpredictable."

The pen swirled half a circle between Lovi's fingers, the ink had run out, and she wasn't afraid to stain the white paper.

"Then you should have said it at the beginning." She snorted. "Our goal is to get to Biohazard Two and then build the beacon. In this way, the interference of the main god was broken and the will of the heavens was successfully descended - Elysium had already left traces in the world of Biohazard II, and the North Sea team was the first team of the twelve reincarnation teams to descend. I'm just pushing the boat, and the impact hasn't grown from scratch. ”

The Celestials have regained their quiet.

Much of the mess in the square has been restored, and the large table of the meeting has been re-established. However, compared to before, the current Celestial Squad is separated by a little distance between them - the reincarnation of several forces represents the will of one of the heavens, and each faction has vague scruples when looking at each other.

The Celestials have always been like this.

The Celestials have never been definitively united.

Because all primordial reincarnators were captains of the first team before they visited the Celestials. And the heavens are all equal, and no one dares to say that there is a high or low between the true saints.

After all, Da Tianzun is not here.

Great Tianzun has never had a spokesperson, and even in the Flood Desolate Continent, no one knows the 'truth' that Great Tianzun is in charge of. Everyone only knows that the Great Heavenly Venerable means 'order'. And this 'order' has always served the interests of all true saints.

Yes...... In this way, Shifang Yuan Liuge is the most suitable candidate to play the role of 'Great Tianzun'. She is 'vertical arch' enough and strong enough - among the Celestials, she is extremely rare, and when she comes, she has already reached the limit of the four beginnings and even completely suppressed the demons of the super strong newcomer. Unfortunately, her arrival did not come at the right time.

She came a step late, a little.

Just before she descended, Song Tian successfully crossed the certification of the captain of the Celestial God Team, who had been delayed by various unexpected worlds for several worlds, and miraculously broke through the inner demon to reach the fourth middle school. As a result, the Celestials have gained a captain who honors Yuqingtian, and the Celestials will never be able to achieve true unity like other squads.

Distracting thoughts flashed in a flash, and failing to get through the demons in my heart is this kind of disadvantage. Luo Wei didn't know why she thought of this kind of old sesame rotten grain at such a time. However, she sensed some bad omens from Song Tian's interrogation.

He was questioning her.

The captain is questioning the team's strategists.

She admits that she had a few losses in her previous encounters with the Demons. But she doesn't think that just because of this loss, it will hurt her dignity as a team strategist.

"I can handle it." She had to emphasize her abilities.

"Every loser thinks they can handle it before they mess it up." Luo Yinglong snorted lightly, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Then do you want to verify the loser's ability, Ying Long." Her hand rested silently on her sideburns. The star-colored hairpin flickered slightly.

"I don't remember our relationship being so good that we could call it by name." Luo Yinglong's fingertips twitched lightly on the tabletop. The melody vaguely seems to constitute some kind of spell.

And this was exchanged for a contemptuous smile from Lovi.

"I'm not talking about your nickname, you know it."

The sword light was slightly agitated, and it was obvious that she had poked someone's sore foot.

"I'd love to know if you really dare to pull your hair off-"

"That's enough." Song Tian's voice blocked the intensification of the contradictions. And this time, it is obvious that there is no need to use the power of Shifang Yuan's flowing songs.

"Luo Wei, can you still see the movements of the remnants of the West Sea Team now?"

Luo Wei's eyes picked up on Luo Yinglong's gloomy face. Then throw it into your own notepad. The articles belonging to Julian have tended to be confusing and obscure. And this means that his call has already worked, and he has attracted the gaze of Bliss, even if that light will inevitably be only a little effective before the beacon is established, shielded by the Lord God.

She didn't have the strength to have a definite impact on one of the heavens, and as long as it involved the power of the heavens, her vision was destined to be skewed.

But deviation itself is also a form of intelligence.

"I can't see it." There was a slight upswing in her tone. And this means that Elysium has descended on power and has caused the exact extent of its impact. The subsequent indirect effects will soon be seen. And a chaotic environment can only have a positive impact on our layout. ”

"Then I have a question." However, her self-confidence only met Song Tian with a casual question. "Since Elysium is the first to enter. So why did He always have such a slight effect? A little religious worship, a small amount of biological alienation. It's a battle that even the least combat-savvy of us can solve on our own. Have you ever thought that this in itself implies the position that Elysium holds in the War of the Heavens, and that what you are doing at the moment has brought about an unexpected change. ”

Luo Wei was stunned for a moment.

She was almost about to open her mouth to accuse Song Tian of being unreasonable.

It is true that the will of the heavens cannot be spied on, but the power and mechanism of the heavens do not mean that they cannot be guided. The fourth junior of the profession that the breeder of the North Sea Team forcibly pulled up by bloodline is obviously not the same as Yurian, who has a considerable talent and talent, and has also formed a spiritual power to strengthen the fate with Paradise, and this will naturally create different changes.

After all, the total number of heavens is only thirteen. Taiqing is too shang, Yuqing is primitive, and Shangqing Lingbao. Sheji Shennong, Rongsheng Nuada, the origin of Kaos. Smoke Mirror of the Sun, Ancestor Tiamat, Devouring Apophis. The supreme Yahohua, the blissful Zhunti, gives birth and destroys Vishnu. and finally the nameless and unrecognizable Heaven of Disorder, the order and truth of the heavens she took to heart, and she was sure that her actions would not trigger the flames of the heavens two levels below the logical level.

But why......

Yes...... I see.

"You're accusing me." Luo Wei's brow furrowed slightly. "On behalf of Yu Qingtian, you are accusing the agent of the Origin Heaven. You feel that this moment of frustration is more important than my dignity as an agent. ”

"The heavens are equal." Her voice gradually became harsh. "We are also equal between us—I am not your follower, and I don't care about the captaincy order established by the Lord God. Unless you think that we, as agents of the heavens, will really have a significant difference in combat power because of a small realm of gene locks? ”

Song Tian's knife could indeed kill her, and she didn't deny it at all.

But her identity has its own meaning, and she has no fear of the annihilation sword.

"I'm not blaming you." Song Tian's voice was still slow and logical. "But I'm reminding you, Lovi, don't forget our purpose - defeating Middle-earth and the Demons is certainly our goal. But it pales nothing compared to our mission. We must succeed in building beacons in the world of Resident Evil II for the coming of the Will of the Heavens - something that must be done, and you've spent too much energy on the battle against the demons. ”

"Don't give up on what you need. Lovi. This is the admonition of the same agent, and it is also the last admonition. ”

Luo Wei was stunned for a moment.

She seems to be a little unwilling, which may be a slight negative effect caused by the failure of the demons. But she eventually took a few gentle breaths. Then he nodded.

"I see, I'll take care of it."

"I hope so." Song Tian nodded in response. "I'm also sure you can handle it. Or—"

"I believe that no matter how bad the current situation is, Andromeda will be able to handle the trouble and sweep a path to the desired outcome - I have every confidence that the Origintian agent will be able to clean up all the mess. And the price paid for this is only a small price. ”

"That's glory, Calles must correct you." The blonde Saiyan let out a dull voice, and there was a sternness in that voice that didn't match the other's character.

"Glory indeed, at least for you." And Song Tian did not refute his words.

"But before I get that glory, I think Lowe still has time and a chance to prove herself. Do you say yes, Lovi. ”

“………… Well. Lovi gripped the inkless pen tightly, her blood running from her fingertips and silently seeping into the refill.

"The rest of the matter only needs Luo Wei to handle."

…………………………

Julian opened his eyes, and he was greeted by a sense of enjoyment and glory that he could not have imagined.

He couldn't remember what had happened to him after he touched the statue, and many of his memories were blurry, but that detail wasn't very important in the right moment—endless power filled his body and mind in an instant, giving him more power than he could comprehend.

The Alliance's reincarnation followed, only to be easily knocked down by him with a wave of his hand. He was merciful in sparing their lives and allowing these wretched rebels to partake of the glory of Bliss in a measured way. They were turned into wrestlers and concubines under his command several times with his great magic power, serving their true masters, and then bringing the entire world under their control.

The East American team was easily defeated, and the demons and gods were not a problem. And wait until the Middle-earth team is also destroyed at their own hands as a matter of course. What falls into the hand is the reward of the Lord God.

Is there anything more appropriate to be the reward of the victor than the Lord God Himself?

No, so the winner has it. The era that belonged to Julian befell the pluralistic seas, and even the old heavens were afraid of his talent and strength, and chose to avoid it under his will.

At last, everything fell into his hands, and at last nothing was above his head. And Julian, who managed to reach the top of the multiverse, finally showed a satisfied smile.

Are you happy? A voice seemed to ask in his ear.

"Well, I'm happy. This universe has served me very well. ”

Are you satisfied? The voice continued to ask, and in a trance, there seemed to be a little bit of urging.

Julian felt as if something was wrong.

He subconsciously wanted to give a negative answer.

However, neither his body nor his soul was at the mercy of his will at this moment. Endless enjoyment, he was forced to say an answer based on instinctual impulses.

"Ah, I'm satisfied."

The voice followed.

[Then, in bliss, all gains should be rewarded.] 】

I woke up from the dream.

Julian found himself still in the ruins of the ground, still touching the shattered stone statue. And the moment he regained his sense of self, he found that everything was melting!

He wanted to scream, but even the scream melted down his throat and emotions. All the 'pleasure' in the soul is completely consumed in an instant. The endless emptiness clung to him, and he lost even the shell of his struggle.

He doesn't make any more noises.

His whole being turned into a puddle of soft mud in an instant, and the faces that tried to show joy and sorrow were shaped on it. Each face had a face identical to his, and his perception was torn into equal numbers, and the sense of time was endlessly stretched outward.

'Dancing Wheel'—he thought of the power he had once wielded.

And now, this power was exerted on him with a strength far beyond his comprehension.

The five senses are completely withdrawn, and all the joyful emotions are paid to an unknown party as some kind of price. And in the infinite elongated perception of time, just a second of reality is equivalent to hundreds of millions of years for him.

Loneliness, emptiness, and then despair.

Eventually, all the faces on the ooze were frozen as pure hollows, even though he became a stone statue. The feeling of relief never fell on him.

Those who break the peace pay the price—and the time it takes to pay that price is quite long.

He didn't die. But the watch of the main god on the soft clay faded like a phantom silently. The next moment, the soft mud melts into the rocky dirt as if it didn't exist in the first place.

The reincarnations of the alliance pursued here.

The reincarnations of the Alliance have not been able to find the goal they were looking for.

And while they were trying to search everywhere for possible traces. In the middle of a city in North America. The amorphous soft clay is gradually carved into the shape of a human figure by the invisible hand.

It started out as a bodhisattva with a majestic appearance, but it was immediately transformed into an asura and a yaksha. Countless forms staggered and changed on it, and finally, it was a bevelous white figure that was both the captain of the North Sea and the characteristics of Julian.

It was draped in a light veil of countless hollow faces.

"I'm the Western ......" the newborn individual tilted his head, and the memory fragment of the 'West Sea Team' was casually thrown away by it.

Its gaze quietly fell on the display shelf of a nearby board game store.

So, in the next moment, it acquired an image.

"I am the champion of Bliss, the champion of Siegwald."

It has the bewitching appearance of a warrior.

"I have come to bring bliss to the world."