"This is the Berlin Wall," Ryan said, standing between his troops and the blast door, "the last line of defense between Western civilization and total destruction." ”

He glanced at his minions, all of whom were ready to die for their kingdom, for they had no choice. Sarin crossed his arms, maintaining his dignity in this dark hour. The dark spirit hides in the corner, still saddened by its nickname. The alchemist snorted, eager to see the task accomplished. The rest of the cannon fodder, Gemini, reptiles and inkplanes waited anxiously; Know that as Red Shirts, their chances of survival are slim.

Land, mosquitoes and some others remain on the ground to protect the dump. The key task of the Rakshasa is to pacify the growing number of rabbit overlords before the rabbit population reaches a critical mass; Unfortunately, this is a doomed mission. As for incognito, Ryan has sent him to Dinas to lay the groundwork for the last action of the run.

The last member of this elite team soon appeared, holding a black briefcase in his hand. "Here, Mr. President," Frank announced, handing the artifact to his dark master. "Nuclear football. It was delivered with the mail. ”

Ryan held his breath and touched the soft leather in anticipation. He had been careful to order through complicated routes so that the sender would not know the identity of her customers, but his efforts paid off. Finally, the Courier's evil plan came true.

"What's that, boss?" Shalin asked, a little confused. "Secret weapon?"

"The only thing that matters."

Ryan stopped time, and when time started again, his clothes all fell to the floor, leaving only a pair of boxers. The masculinity he showed was greeted with surprise and shock. "Oh my gosh......" said the ink machine with a little surprise.

"Don't do that again, you exhibitionist!" Alchemo complained. "If you take us to war naked, I'll close the door!"

"Hmm," Sarin said, glancing at Ryan's boxers. "I've seen bigger weapons of mass destruction."

Ignoring the crowd, the president slowly opened his briefcase and stared at the dark forces inside.

Presidential outfit in the wardrobe.

Unlike his previous clothes, this time it was pure black and red; This time, we won't be playing again. This one is unlike anything Ryan's enemies have faced before: ruthless, ruthless, and uncompromising.

Ryan slowly and silently dons it in front of his troops to establish his fashion domination over them.

Wear dark pants first, as it's cold in the bunker. They fit perfectly with the curves of his body and exude wicked sensuality.

Then he put on black leather boots and stomped on the faces of the protesters. Wears skull-themed socks.

Red cashmere shirt and black suit, Ka

l Lage

Feld's style. Because when you embrace the dark side, you dress like a German.

A strong and powerful tie represents his authoritarian, unwavering leadership.

Velvet gloves, strangled his minions as they retorted.

A black jacket that flutters in the wind when he looks scary when he stands on the roof.

With the exception of his eyes, most of his head was obscured by a red and silver mask so that his evil gaze would frighten the children.

Finally, a savage bowler hat shows that he is serious.

There is no light. There is no hope. There is only one word.

"Great," Ryan said, turning his voice deeper to sound more intimidating.

All his men were too scared to speak, except for the fools. "I don't think there's anything special about it," the reptile man said. "I think it's a little too edgy—"

In response, Ryan grabbed him by the neck with a hand.

It took him years to master the move, but the sudden lack of air and blood caused the reptile man to fall to his knees. The gangsters tried to grab the president's arm with their hands, but the legitimate power only strengthened his grip on the victim's throat.

"I find your lack of taste disturbing," Ryan said, his tone that only makes people feel dead.

"I ...... I'm sorry......" The reptilian reluctantly said, his reptilian face turning purple.

"Excuse me, who is it, Handbag?"

"I'm sorry...... Mr. President......"

Ryan let go of the protesters and let him gasp. He glanced at the other lunatics, and they all straightened up. Frank carefully grabbed the president's old clothes and put them in his briefcase.

"Alright, guys, listen," Ryan said to his soldiers, strapping his trusty coil gun around his belt and his fist brother on velvet gloves. "Our goal is to connect to the base's host via a shortcut, so that our brain-dead friends can connect to the host."

"I don't-"

"Are you questioning my authority?" Ryan asked the alchemist. "Because I respect freedom of speech."

The genius glanced at the reptilian man, who had just recovered from his suffocation. "Two years," said the alchemist, "is still the same nonsense. ”

"I love democracy." Ryan immediately continued his explanation. "Your job is to make sure he gets to his destination. Frank and Ducklin will forge a path, and we will follow. ”

The steel magnate put his briefcase aside and immediately saluted. "Yes, Mr. President."

But his backup did not respond.

"In the dark? In the dark?" Ryan glanced at his favorite black gooey ball. ", are you treating me coldly?"

“… My name is not Da

kli

g…… Slime replied unconvinced, countless eyes looking away.

"What's that?" The president asked smugly.

“… Not in the dark. ”

Well, "Not Black" is like that.

"Now, before we go in, I want to give a speech, but truth be told, the life of a psychopath is dirty, brutal and short." Ryan put his hands on his waist, like Darth Vader. "Our fists and guns will speak for us."

But Ryan would be lying if he didn't have the slightest anxiety about the operation. Travel back in time from Psyshock, Sa

i

Play as the Guard, or Da

kli

g uses Ghoul as a container at the right time, and many of the situations that make it possible are not repeated. Couriers also can't expect stuffed animals to play according to the script.

For the first time since Ryan started the cycle, this run will be a one-off. Non-reproducible.

While he's memorized Nora's suggested shortcut route, Ryan expects to face significant resistance. After all, Big Fat Adam has lost most of the people who reach the host, which means that something on the other side can kill the genome. A laser hits the head, and with a fluke, the journey comes to an abrupt end.

But Ryan can't get this far without taking risks, and Ryan needs to take risks.

"Now," the president stepped aside and raised his reel gun, "...", his deputy raised his hands and blasted the iron door open with a powerful blast wave.

She was immediately greeted by a burst of laser fire.

Ryan quickly froze time, grabbed Shalin, and pushed her away before a scattered beam of rays hit her. On the other side of the broken door, the Courier caught a glimpse of a squadron of one-eyed robots, each emitting light from one of their eyes. They gathered in heavily fortified positions along a huge steel corridor.

"Texas shattered!" Time returned, and Frank immediately shouted, and then rushed to the robot squadron. The giant crushed anything in his path, his body absorbing the metal parts of the machine that came into contact.

Ducklin immediately followed him, and the group followed. Ryan and the alchemist remained in the center of their formation, and the spirit monsters formed a convoy around the two of them.

Mess.

Barely taking a single step, Ryan had to dodge a bullet as the wall opened with two mini-guns on each side. A salvo accidentally hit the "ink machine", but her liquid body kept the shell from harming her.

Before they hit the others, Rya

Freezing time, he shot two weapons with his coil gun. Thankfully, the projectile was powerful enough to penetrate the turret and blow a big hole in it.

Thankfully, his minions were not idle. Salyn helps Frank blast away the robot with a blaster, and the reptile will handle any tin cans that get too close to her. The ink machine jumps around the room, infiltrating a robot in her liquid form and controlling it, using it as a metal shield to protect the alchemist.

The strangest member of the Psychic Gang, the Twins, also did their part. At first glance, Ryan looks like an ethereal, sparkling woman, but upon closer inspection, she realizes the truth: her tentacle-like shadow is who she really is, and the shining woman is just an illusion. That shadow can kill. When it hits the robot's shadow, their bodies take the same damage.

However, the lights in the hallway suddenly became brighter. The two robots move their pitch-black shadows as if they are grasping the shadow of a Gemini.

They figured it out, Ryan thought in surprise, because the robot's shadow limited Gemini's own shadow. It only took a few minutes for the machine to guess the nature of her strength and calculate a counter. They also realized that Frank could absorb metal on contact, so they switched from trying to use a dog pile against him to a laser salvo.

These things can be learned. The worst thing is that the way they move, avoiding friendly fire, almost perfectly coordinated, they are not separate units, but fragments of a swarm of bees.

Within minutes, the same intelligence identified the alchemist as a key target; Maybe it's because Ryan and others are focused on protecting geniuses.

"Dark Devil, cover doctor!" Ryan shouted as he pointed at the alchemist, and the raptor immediately switched from attacking robots to protecting geniuses. The ooze swirled around the alchemist like a barrier, but it didn't touch him, blocking any lasers that came at it.

After that, though, the machine immediately switched targets. This time, they focused their attention on Ryan. Five robots fire a series of lasers in his direction, and a sixth tries to intercept him.

"What, you didn't know I was the leader until I opened my mouth?" Ryan laughs at them while activating his superpowers. In the frozen time, he jumped out of the laser, then shattered the chest of the sixth droid with his fist. "Haven't you seen my costume?"

As soon as time returned, the laser punched a hole in his bowler hat, which made him angry. Ryan retaliates in a rage, using his coil gun to shoot down the machine that controls the Gemini, freeing the psychopath. Her shadow quickly tore through the remaining robots.

After slaughtering the opposition, Frank went on a rampage and stormed the door next door. The new room on the other side of the corridor is in the shape of a large dome with holographic projections representing the solar system on the ceiling. Ryan noticed a red dot in Earth's orbit, far from the Moon.

However, he did not have time to look at this beautiful sight, because the dome was full of small holes. Eye-shaped drones flew by, firing at the group with bullets. Da

kli

G immediately reshaped itself into a slimy barrier, protecting the entire team from the initial salvo.

The holograms above their heads brightened, and the illusory sun turned into a supernova, releasing a dazzling glow. The blast doors on the wall opened, and more giant robots walked in, a relentless wave of steel.

As Ducklin builds a wall to protect the alchemist, Frank rampages through the machines on the ground, his metal body easily escaping the laser. Unfortunately, he was unable to hit the floating eye due to insufficient range, leaving the task to Sarin and Ryan.

The Courier ends up stopping time, both pushing his deputy out of the bullet's path and hitting the damn flyer.

Unfortunately, the rest are not better off either. The Cyclops robot is experimenting with the same "shadow grabbing" tactics used by its predecessors on the Gemini robot, only this time in larger numbers. Eight robots grab the psychopath's shadow from all sides and begin dismembering her. Gemini's body of light flickered and collapsed in bright flashes.

Five other giant machines surrounded the "ink machine", burning her to ashes with a constant stream of laser beams. The liquid psychiatric dissipates into colored steam, and her body cannot stand the heat.

Even the reptilian had so far avoided death only by staying near Duckling.

"That place!" At the junction between the dome wall and the floor, there was a brief break as Ryan pointed to his left. "Structural defects should be here, Chernobyl!"

"Don't call me that!" Salyn grumbled, but did so. Her gauntlet vibrated and she began to aim at the spot with the shockwave. Cracks began to slowly appear in the floor, and the metal foundation crumbled under pressure.

Of course, the machines immediately tried to stop Shalin, but Ducklin built a defensive wall around her, the alchemist, Ryan, and the reptilian. Only Frank was left out, but he clearly didn't need help. In the end, the hazmat girl blew up a big hole in the floor.

The path to the host.

Ryan, now in full mode, commands loudly. "Reptilian man, come with us!" He commanded, and Shalin jumped into the hole. "Frank, Ducklin, cover our rear!"

"I don't have the gear to climb—" The alchemist began to complain, only the reptilian and Ryan grabbed him like a potato bag before jumping into the void. Frank and Dacrine move to the hole behind them, grabbing any drones that try to get through the hole. The two giants remained there, and the brave Spartans withstood the entire Persian army.

The messenger and his allies land in a strange, terrifying gallery of vats and terrariums. Each of them has a half-formed humanoid body, and some have organs floating in colored liquids; Although they have human features, the limbs of these creatures grow unnaturally, and part of their face is replaced by machines.

A genomic research laboratory.

The tube on the wall filled the vat with what Ryan guessed was the elixir of life. Reptilian people, in particular, can barely control themselves from drinking what is inside.

"Where are we going next?" Sarin asked, pointing to two blast doors. "Left or right?"

"Nope." Instead, Ryan glanced at a key point on the steel wall to the gallery's right, just behind a large green vat. If they destroy it, they'll be able to go straight to the host's room.

Salyn moved in front of a steel plate, releasing colored gas from her fingers. When Ryan raised his eyes to look at the hole in the top of his head, the walls rusted at an accelerated rate. Thankfully, Dacrlin wisely sealed the hole with its body, preventing the drone from slipping in.

"Mr. President!" The reptile man shouted, his hand on the ground. Apparently, his heightened senses made him notice a slight vibration. "I felt something coming from the left. A robot, bigger than the others. ”

Well, if there is no boss at the end, it can't be a dungeon raid. "Brainless, follow me." Ryan said, pushing the genius to Sharin's side. "Reptile man, don't hang the line. It's time to die for your country!"

"I'd rather avoid that, Mr. President." The reptile complained.

Ryan raises his hand to mimic a choking motion, and the fool rediscovers his patriotism.

A few seconds later, the blast door on the left opened, and a three-meter-tall machine walked in. The creature looks like a vat with six steel spider legs and two mechanical hands in front of it. A crimson liquid swirled in the vat, and a bolt of energy passed through the matter. Ryan could see a small crimson speck in the middle, a portal the size of a speck, leading to a powerful realm of power.

The reptilian immediately rushed towards the robot, but never hit the target. The machine pointed at "psychopath" with one hand, and a crimson glow lifted him off the ground.

That machine is a remote-controlled genome. A true telepath, capable of exerting force on anything with red flux energy without limitations.

The machine made the reptilian fly to the ceiling with too much force, leveling the madman to the ground. This scene reminds Ryan of a mosquito being crushed to death by a fly swatter, and when the killer robot stops applying force, the torn body falls to the ground.

Now, the thing turned its attention to Ryan and raised a steely hand in his direction.

When the messenger felt the pressure in the air, he froze time, immediately left his current position and opened fire. The projectile of the coil gun is ricocheted off by the strange glass that protects the red substance, much to the annoyance of the time traveler.

"Tell me, robot, can you touch yourself with that power?" Ryan taunts the machine, which tries to bang him against the wall. Only when the Courier used Time Stop and Enhanced Timing did he avoid the fate of the Reptilian Man. "I hope these hands aren't for show!"

In response, the machine automatically ripped the steel plate off the wall and threw it at Ryan.

It's not fun at all to joke with a machine that has no brains. The Courier may be speaking to a wall, so he concentrates on avoiding the projectile and closing the gap.

At the right moment, Ryan stopped time and slammed his fist into the machine's left arm joint, tearing it in half. He hoped it would destroy its telepsychic telesension; The courier can't break the glass container in close-quarters combat, or he might get drenched in elixir. When time was restored, the courier's arm fell, but the robot immediately retaliated by trying to impale the courier with a spider's leg.

Thank goodness that the costumes of the "wardrobe" were designed for war and did not break from the acrobatics of the messenger.

Thanks to Ryan's diversion, Sarin melts a tunnel and escapes with the alchemist. The courier tried to keep up, but the machine tried to grind him into a paste with the rest of his arm. While the time traveler is able to activate his time-stop device and leave every time the creature starts to exert force around him, the robot blocks the entrance to the tunnel.

Thankfully, Ducklin chose the moment and slipped out of the hole in the ceiling and landed directly on the robot.

The evil terror consumed the machine with its black ooze, and its proximity neutralized the machine's telepsychic capabilities, like Alphonse Manada's radiation. General Goth dissolved the red elixir in the vat, absorbing the liquid and the portal.

"Have fun, my black friend!" Ryan said as he fled into the tunnel, leaving his pet dog to eat.

A minute later, the messenger walked into the bunker's command room, crimson lights and screens flashing above his head. A red force field shielded the biomechanical brain in the center, and the alchemist desperately tried to bypass it. At the same time, Shalin struggled to hit the turret with a blaster.

"I'll take care of the turrets and help our smart friends," Ryan said to Sarin, who loaded his coil gun and fired at one of the turrets. A projectile passed through the machine, causing it to explode.

Ryan activated his powers, came to a Gatling turret, and jumped on it. Then, he began to ride it like a bull, aiming hard at the other weapons in the room. As soon as time returned, a hail of bullets flew through the room, but the distraction allowed Shalin to regroup with the alchemist.

Chernobyl cose when Ryan provided suppressive fire

released her gas into the metal pedestal containing the giant brain; Part of it rusted, causing a short circuit in the force field. The alchemist immediately took advantage of the opportunity to climb the biomechanical structure.

Just like Psyshock in the previous cycle, Ge

The ius is intertwined with the giant brain, pinned and connected to the alien machine with his syringe fingers. Blue lightning passed through the alchemist's bare brain, and his nervous system was directly connected to the base's nervous system.

Then the turret suddenly stopped firing with one shot. The one Ryan caught was broken, much to his disappointment. He loved the short arena.

"Is it over?" Shalin asked, glancing at the turret, as if expecting them to fire again.

The alchemist's answer was lukewarm. "I'm changing admin privileges and ID credentials, so it will register us as an 'employee.'"

"Well, I can't hear the tremors or the gunshots," Ryan said, "so I think the operation was a success." ”

They may have lost some of the Red Shirts, but the information gathered on the defenses was very helpful to him.

As if in response to the messenger's thoughts, the screen around the host shows video of the bunker rooms, from the entertainment area to the holographic observatory. Frank piles up a bunch of robots in the center, which somewhat obscures the camera's view of the room. Other screens show underground labs, futuristic arsenals, and miniature particle colliders.

"Unbelievable...... alchemist's voice was more dizzy than anything Ryan had heard. There's a wealth of information in there. It reveals all the secrets...... I don't have access to all the files yet, but I can already see what they contain. ”

"Is it on Psychiatry?" Shalin asked hopefully.

"Yes, that's not all. Mech

o

How to enhance the capabilities of other genomes, how does the elixir work...... It's all there. All the research, all the secrets. ”

The alchemist looked at Ryan and struck a triumphant pose. "We're going to change the world, you bastard!"

This new brain-replicating machine looks exactly like the old one.

Ryan held her breath and stood next to the sleeping Ryan, his helmet covering her face, rewriting her memory. The lights in the infirmary blinded him, his heart raced, and he could barely hear himself. Even without a presidential mask, he had difficulty breathing.

"It's alright, Ryan." Tea tried to comfort him. "I monitored her vital signs. The treatment is working. ”

"Will the horse wake up?" As the alchemist oversees the memory transfer, little Sara asks. Her stuffed animal companion had been staring at the genius with crimson eyes, probably remembering their previous interactions. "Finally?"

"Yes, she should." The alchemist replied expressionlessly, then took off Lunn's helmet. "The transfer was complete and I repaired the damage caused by the overuse of the machine. She should regain consciousness soon. ”

"It's ......" Ryan sighed, making it hard for him to say it. Thank you. ”

"I owe you a favor, don't I?" Genius grunted. "If anything, I should thank you. Access to Mecklen's database will complement my own research – "

"Daddy," the doll interrupted her maker, giving Sarah and Ryan a quick glance. "Now is not the time."

"Well, I'll never understand why the human brain attaches so much importance to basic senses."

"You gave birth to a daughter, didn't you?" Ryan replied, not in the mood for a joke. "You care, too."

The alchemist stood motionless, as if he had been slapped in the face, and then turned and walked towards the door. "No matter. Baby, follow me. The real work starts now. ”

"Take care, Ryan." The doll said to the courier, then smiled at Sarah. "You're going with us, too."

"What? The little girl protested. "I'll stay."

"I know it's important to you, but ......" Tea glanced at Ryan. I think he needs to be alone with her for a while. He's been waiting for a long time. ”

That's one way to put it.

Sara sighed as she narrowed her eyes at Ryan. "Listen, your mom and I...... We have a good relationship. ”

Little Sara crossed her arms suspiciously. "How close?"

"So much so that I think one day we might have a naughty boy like you," Ryan replied bluntly, the little orphan's face flushed. "There, I ruined your childhood. Until I do the same to your adulthood, walk away now. ”

"Yo, disgusting!" Sarah covered her mouth. "You ......"

"Yes, we did!" Ryan looked into her sweet, innocent eyes. "We were sixteen years old."

The stuffed animal, sensing his companion's distress, grabbed Sarah's robe. "Let's go outside and play!"

"I ...... I need fresh air......" Sarah said, finally letting Cha and her furry buddy push her out of the room.

Finally, Ryan and Ryan are alone together.

Watching her boobs bulge with her breathing, Ryan felt like he was back in his childhood, and he waited for Ryan to wake up so they could play outside. He was in the same position a few years ago, looking at her like a big brother.

"She still loves you."

The words of the Psychic Shock echoed in the Courier's mind, and Lunn began to move. Her eyelids were about to open, and the time traveler felt the tension in her fingers grow.

"Shorty?" Ryan asked, taking her hand. It's so warm to the touch, so fragile. "Sleeping Beauty? I'm not the prince you want, but it's time to wake up. ”

Her bright blue eyes opened, and Len looked up at his face.

For a second, Rya

Fearing that he might see Psyshock's cold, anti-social gaze, but thankfully, no. It wasn't an expression of fear, confusion, or surprise. It was the elusive expression he had waited for centuries but never realized.

Scales fall from one's eyes.

“Ri

i……”Le

A bright smile melted Rya

hearts. "I ...... I remember. ”

Such a short word, but so meaningful.

"Ruili, it worked!" Le

Joy. "The transfer was successful!"

Ryan felt something warm slip down his cheeks. His breathing became shorter as he felt more and more pressure around his chest.

"Hmm... Hmm..."

"Rihanna?" Len's expression changed from happy to worried. "Relily, you...... Are you crying?"

Ryan collapsed to the ground, crying.

He couldn't speak, let alone move, when the weight of time suddenly dropped from his shoulders. Centuries of loneliness washed over him like a torrent. The accumulated pain he had buried, avoided, denied, and carried roared back to the surface.

His brain burned like a raging flame, and his heart tightened in his chest. It was a moment of pure joy, but he felt so heavy, so weak, so powerless. He felt like a wandering knight, his shining armor falling from his body, revealing the primal sadness beneath him.

Ryan couldn't even hold his head up in the face of the only person who had witnessed his collapse. He had no strength. He had no strength left. He spent his money in Monaco, France, and Spain, among other places. He used all his energy to fight Adam, to fight Psychoshock, to fight Augustus and Dy

Amis and his countless enemies over the centuries. He wasted all his time running forward, going back in time, always looking for the perfect ending.

He felt her arms around his neck, and she filled this dark, cold world with warmth.

"It's alright, Ryan." Ryan hugged Ryan tightly, as she used to do as a child. His head rested on her shoulder, and she kept whispering in his ear. "I ...... I'm here, Ryan. You're not alone. You're not alone. ”

No.

No longer......