The huge passenger ship with a body as white as a white dove floated on the Atlantic Ocean, the sky was clear and blue, the ice floe on the sea had swung a lot, and the tide was gently lapping against the side of the ship, everything seemed so peaceful.

At this time, on the top deck of this passenger ship, two figures suddenly appeared above.

"......" Asuka opened her eyes wide and looked around: "I still miss this ship." ”

"It's a little nostalgic that I met you here." Anson Lu said as he put his hands in his pockets, "Anyway, let's go for a walk and see if there are any special events or hidden clues." ”

He still remembered the general structure of the Titanic, so he walked down the stairs into the aisle below, and Asuka followed behind Anson Deer, who walked on his own, but would often turn back and wait for her.

The two of them came to the B deck, an airtight aisle.

Suddenly, the lights around them dimmed, and their environment became blurry as if a "video filter" had been cast, as if the game system had played a CG video centered on the place they were, allowing them to intuitively feel the visual and auditory impact.

"Huh?" Asuka was stunned.

"It's just a projection, it can't touch our ......" Anson Lu looked at the suddenly changing scene around him, "Hmm...... In this way, it could be a 'historical' image, right? ”

"Historical imagery?"

"Yes, you're just playing VR games when we're playing, anyway, don't be too nervous, I'm afraid you'll turn into a dragon and spray me to death with a fire."

Bang –

The terrifying noise was about to tear their eardrums.

The next moment, the sudden tip of the iceberg ran through this aisle, cutting the entire Titanic in half from the middle, and the sea water flew in with the iceberg with countless chess shadows around his shoulders with a violent momentum.

He slammed into the wall, making a deep pit.

"Ahem......"

The boy's right arm was broken by an iceberg and fell to the ground, blood pouring out of the severance of his body, and a long dragon groan swayed in the storm and thunder, and the tide churned violently, like a gloomy angry beast roaring under the night moon.

"Ahem......"

The boy clutched his severed arm, slowly lifted his head, and broke away from the hollow in the wall, his dark brown eyes reflecting the dragon churning across the Atlantic.

His eyes were cold, and his voice was hoarse, "This thing can't be solved anymore......"

"Is this, you?" Asuka stared blankly at the 'projection figure' that hit the wall, "No...... He's ......"

"It's not me, it's the principal." Anson Deer stared ahead.

"The headmaster used a chess piece and brought the snow dragon to 1912, right?" Asuka remembered.

"Well, I thought there could be two reasons for that." Anson Lu said: "The first reason is that the headmaster simply dragged it to the Atlantic Ocean in 1912 in order to help other players avoid the Snow Dragon's range AOE skill, and the second reason may be ...... At that time, the headmaster had already judged that there was no chance of a reversal in that world boss battle, so he thought about dragging the snow dragon to the past time to give it a try, and now it seems that it is the latter. ”

That is to say...... At this time, the headmaster was already in a dying throes? ”

"It's not a dying struggle, the principal can't die, he has survived for decades after that......" Anson Lu laughed at himself: "To be precise, his current situation should be called 'fighting against the water', 'letting go' or something like that." ”

"We've already lost...... headmaster got up from the ground, "Sure enough, from the time we brought the snow dragon to this era, the system directly judged that we had lost this world boss battle." ”

The sea water that poured into the aisle drenched his clothes, and the smell of blood faded away, and he gritted his teeth, his slightly twitching face glowing with undisguised violence, and blood continued to flow from the severed wound in his right arm.

"His hand ......" Asuka frowned slightly, a little worried.

Although she knew that this was just a historical image, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she saw the headmaster, who looked exactly the same as Anson Lu, hurt like this.

"Later, the principal was fine, and there were props in the mall that could heal his broken arm." Anson Deer was expressionless, "Don't worry about this old bastard, in a sense, he is the culprit who destroyed the world once......"

"Okay." Asuka nodded.

The headmaster covered the broken cut of his right arm with his left hand, and walked step by step to the broken opening in the aisle wall, and looked at the dragon roaring in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, two icebergs smashed down, and the sea rolled violently.

"God...... It's a child. He muttered, "If I had seen it at the time...... That kid was the game developer, and if I could have negotiated with him at the time, I might have had a chance. ”

"God is a child?" Asuka asked, "What does God mean, the developer of the game?" ”

"It should be." Anson Lu put his hand to his chin, and as soon as he said this, he naturally thought of the teacher of the copy of the "Chronicle of World Mythology" - Naxiu.

If Nash is really a game developer, then he, like the principal, misses the opportunity to negotiate with the other party.

"Hell! Damn it! Damn it! The Headmaster knelt in a pool of blood, every inch of flesh from the severed right arm cracking, scarlet color pouring down.

Just then, a girl appeared beside him, the moonlight shining on her cheeks with a little sadness.

"Looks like there's no way out, chess player." "That dragon has already begun to evolve, it absorbs all the damage it takes, and we can't do any damage to it," said Destoria. ”

"Who is this, the Queen's Statue?" Asugi Uesugi was stunned for a moment, and the girl suddenly appeared.

"No, this is the chess game that the Headmaster uses to travel through time," Anson Deer said slowly, "I only know that her name is Sistoria, and the rest is unknown." ”

"Estoria ......," Asuka muttered.

The headmaster stared at the broken ground with vacant eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost roared:

"If, if I had known in advance that there would be no twelfth dungeon, then I might have a chance to change all this, and start this battle without preparation, how could I have a chance of winning......

"But I can't go back, and your skill mechanics are there...... If I want to teleport to the beginning of the Evolution game, I'll have to wait at least thirty years. ”

"No way, my teleportation limit is that I can't teleport to a point in time within twenty years." Destoria sighed, "It's something I can't change, it's meant from the moment I was created." ”

“…… Thirty years, how could I have dragged it out for so long? The headmaster grabbed his head with his hand and said hoarsely, "Before the day when the conditions for crossing are met, the white dragon should have leveled the whole world a long time ago......"

"But you have to give it a try...... Isn't it? "If you do nothing like this, you will only be left with a ruined end." ”

The Headmaster knelt on the ground, his head bowed, blood-stained strands of hair obscuring his eyes.

He was silent, his ears filled with the monstrous roar of the dragon.

"There is a time travel that cannot be traveled to the last thirty years in time......," Anson Lu said, "I see, so the principal lived to be in his forties before he had the opportunity to teleport to my timeline." ”

"Wait, isn't the point ......" Asuka put her hand to her chin, "The headmaster just said that there is no twelfth round of dungeons at all?" ”

"Yes, maybe the rules of the game at the beginning were a disguise, but in fact, the twelfth round of dungeons was the world boss battle, so the principal started this battle without preparation."

Anson Lu gasped when he said this, and every inch of his pores tightened.

He really can't imagine...... If it comes to the twelfth round of dungeons, if they are still kept in the dark, thinking that this is a normal dungeon, the world boss battle is behind this round of dungeons.

Then, all the players in the world are abruptly transported to Tokyo by the system, and then learn that the world boss battle is about to begin, what a deep despair it must be, and it is suffocating to imagine.

There is also a reason why the headmaster lost that battle.

"Then he is so confident in you, he didn't tell you such an important thing?" Asuka asked blankly.

"Maybe he thinks I can find out on my own." Anson Deer looked at the eighteen-year-old headmaster.

The headmaster was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked at the white dragon roaring under the moonlit night: "If this is my retribution...... Then let me take care of it alone. ”

With his remaining left hand, he trembled and grabbed the rainbow-colored chess shadow around his shoulder, which disappeared at the same time as Sistoria, and in its place, the deafening bell rang out over the sea.

Immediately, the Christmas sleigh flew from above, and the headmaster flew into the sky on the sleigh.

Anson Deer also turned his head to look at the sea, only to see a huge pendulum rise into the sky, swaying violently, blooming with golden light, engulfing the headmaster and the white dragon in it at the same time.

"The Headmaster traveled through time with that dragon again?"

"No, maybe it's back to the original timeline with it," Anson Lu said, "It's not easy to cross with a dragon, and I think the headmaster must have paid a lot of money to bring him to the Atlantic Ocean more than a hundred years ago." ”

"That's right, the headmaster must have brought him back." Asuka nodded: "Otherwise, if the headmaster leaves the white dragon at this point in time in 1912, or brings back other past timelines, then the white dragon can still take decades to evolve, and in this way, the world may be destroyed before we are even born." ”

"Yes, because of this, it is impossible for the principal to put the white dragon in the past, he can only bring the white dragon back to the original time." Anson Lu turned his head to look around, and the surroundings had slowly changed back to their original state, and the projection effect just now was gone.

The two remained silent, walked side by side, and soon turned to an outer corridor, where the sea suddenly came into view, and a hint of salty air came to the nose, diluting a little anxiety and confusion.

The sea is wide and the sky is clear, the wind and the sun are beautiful, the white clouds are wavy, and the flocks of gulls and birds are chirping and flying across the sky, sprinkling white feathers, compared with the dark and heavy historical images just now, it seems as if they are completely two worlds.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Asuka grabbed the railing with both hands and asked Anson Deer.

"There's no need, there shouldn't be any historical images left elsewhere," Anson Lu scratched the bridge of his nose, "Even if there is, it has nothing to do with the principal, and there is no way to provide us with any substantive information." ”

"Well, are you going back?" Asuka looks at him.

"Let's go back." Anson Deer shrugged, "I'll come back later when I have time, I'm not in the mood right now anyway." ”

"Okay." Asuka knew that Anson Deer had such a thing as super-intuition, and since he judged that there was nothing to explore on the passenger liner, then this result was ninety-nine percent correct.

So, the two returned to Liukan Town with a travel roll.

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Anson Lu lay down on the bed when he got home, and then sent a message to Jiang Yijie and Lorenzo.

The content of the message is the same - [Anson Lu: I'm coming to Central Park in the afternoon, I have important information to tell you, and it's almost time to discuss the 'copy of the Tower of Babel'. ]

Anson Lu sent these two messages, set the alarm clock that would ring in an hour, and then took a nap.

When he woke up, Lorenzo and Jiang Yijie had already replied to him.

[Lorenzo: I'm here and waiting for you at a nearby café.] ]

[Jiang Yijie: I'm already in Beijing, waiting for you to come over.] ]

Anson Lu yawned, closed the chat panel after confirming the two messages, and I have to say that he felt his position in the hearts of these two official bosses.

After that, he washed his face, changed his clothes, and set off for Huanjing, the capital of China, with a travel roll.

Walking to the central park around Beijing, Anson Lu sat down on a long wooden chair next to the fountain, and then sent a message to the two, Jiang Yijie soon arrived first, he was more familiar with the road around Beijing, and Lorenzo had to arrive later, but the time was about the same.

The three of them sat down on wooden chairs, and in a place like Huanjing, as world-class celebrities, they reached a consensus - masks, sunglasses, hats, and nothing was missing, and this dress looked like a gathering of three blind people.

"So, what are you doing when you call us out?" Jiang Yijie asked.

"First of all, I know the identity of the game developer, who is the teacher of the copy of 'Chronicles of World Mythology' - Naxiu." Anson Deer said, "Secondly, I have a super heavy piece of information to tell you......"

After a pause, Anson Lu sighed lightly and said slowly: "There is no twelfth round of dungeons at all, rather, the twelfth round of dungeons, which is actually a world boss battle." ”

Hearing this, both of them were stunned, and the amount of information contained in Anson Lu's short two sentences was too much.

"How did you know about this?" Jiang Yijie put his hand to his chin and muttered, "Through the message left by that principal? ”

Lorenzo remained silent, waiting for Anson Deer to speak.

"It's a long story, I went to the Titanic." Anson Lu took a sip of hot milk and said slowly: "Anyway, I'll tell you slowly, and then I hope you can tell the officials of each country about this matter, and after the eleventh round of dungeons, prepare for the world boss battle in advance." ”