Chapter 849 The feeling of supremacy
Late at night, Chu Chen returned to his long-lost villa.
Chu Chen felt like revisiting an old place.
Although he hadn't been away for a long time, too many things had happened during this period. With all the things going on, Chu Chen felt that the days spent hanging out in the villa's den felt milder.
Enjoy a brief moment of silence.
Chu Chen and Song Yan opened a bottle of red wine.
Enjoy a candlelight supper together.
Practice Taoist health-preserving skills together.
Before practicing, Chu Chen also arranged a super-grade cave paradise on his bed to enjoy double the effects of cultivation.
Double happiness.
The old man's expectations and the second uncle's phone call both involved the issue of harm to marine life, and were directly forgotten by Chu Chen.
While everyone is staring at the crisis that may arise in front of them, Chu Chen has already set his sights on the Qin world. In Chu Chen's view, whether the new warrior civilization on earth can go smoothly and recreate the glorious scenes of the past depends on everything.
In the realm of Qin.
He has every reason to believe that after more than two thousand years, the ancient warriors in the Qin world will have created a more splendid era of warriors.
Even if the Qin Realm is out of reach, in Chu Chen's view, the biggest problem at the moment will not be the riots of marine life, let alone the so-called Vulcan Bureau and other forces, but the possibility of existence similar to the Red Army on a global scale.
Items such as the Divine Slate, the General Slate, etc. that contain the soul of a strong man in the past. If the soul of a strong man in the past really succeeds in seizing his body, it will directly be a strong man who has at least transformed into a god, and is a real threat to one party.
Thinking of this, Chu Chen was worried in his heart. He picked up the flawless body in front of him and practiced diligently and redoubled his efforts.
One night passed.
When Chu Chen woke up early the next morning, he was in high spirits. After a night of hard training, he felt that his soul was getting fuller and fuller, and Song Yan's internal strength had also improved a lot.
In the morning, many guests came to the Song family villa.
The news of Chu Chen's return spread overnight.
Many friends of Chu Chen and big figures from Yangcheng and Chancheng came to visit.
Xianyang of the Song Dynasty set up a flowing banquet to warmly entertain guests.
Chu Chen and his wife also showed up, and the Song family ushered in the long-lost excitement.
In addition to the two cities of Yangchan, more people are paying attention to the maritime military exercises being held by the United States.
There are even media in many countries and regions broadcasting live remotely.
Many people are seeking praise.
"He is truly worthy of being a global hegemon. A military exercise of this scale was just announced the night before and was in full swing the next day."
"When such a fleet enters the sea, no matter how the marine life mutates, it will ultimately be unable to withstand the bombardment of artillery shells."
"For countries with coastlines, having the US fleet deter rioting marine organisms is a great blessing."
"According to front-line reports from our reporters, within the sea area where the United States is conducting military exercises, all mutant marine life groups are fleeing frantically. The following is a picture captured by a drone."
"The main person in charge of this military exercise, Mr. Wiggins from the Vulcan Bureau, is holding a press conference. He just said that no matter which country or region, if their fleet is needed to guard the coastline, they will definitely sail there because,
Maintaining international social order and protecting global security are the main responsibilities of the Vulcan Bureau."
Things are fermenting.
After the press conference, Wiggins returned to the control room.
In the command room, the man in black robe Mo Ange is sitting quietly. His face seems to be expressionless forever and is covered by a layer of shadow. Even if you are close at hand, it is difficult to distinguish his true appearance. At this moment
, Moange held an exquisite cup in his hand and poured a glass of wine, feeling very good.
Wiggins noticed that Moange's fingers were unusually pale and gave people an extremely feminine feeling.
The whole person gives Wiggins the impression that he has darkness.
Thinking of what Moange was good at, Wiggins understood.
What he can do, ordinary people simply cannot do, so it is normal if there are differences between him and ordinary people.
"It seems that the progress is very smooth."
Wiggins smiled and spoke.
Moange drank the wine in the glass, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked out the window at the waves.
At this moment, Moange was in high spirits.
"The ocean is my stage."
Moange felt like he had found his life goal, "From yesterday to now, there are more than 500 mutant sharks under my control, and there are tens of thousands of fish with various types of attack capabilities. This number is still increasing dramatically.
Because I discovered a rule, as long as you control the king of a population, then the entire regional population will obey your command, and there are countless marine creatures, so it is really suitable for me."
Moange was excited.
If he were not worried about attracting attention, he would not be sitting on the boat at this moment. Instead, he would be standing on the back of a shark and galloping across the sea.
When he came to the sea, Moange felt that he could only control strange birds before, which was such a childish and boring behavior.
Letting countless creatures in the vast sea listen to his orders, that is the supreme feeling.
Moange decided that when his army of marine creatures arrived in the Chinese waters, he must feel this feeling.
The waves rolled and swept into the sky.
Rumbling explosions set off the prelude to this storm of marine life.
Today is definitely not a peaceful day.
The Vulcan Bureau seems to have become the focus of global attention.
Just after Wiggins finished the press conference, new news came out from the Vulcan Bureau.
"A suspected ancient Chinese caravan site was discovered in the northern grasslands. A large number of cultural relics with Chinese elements were unearthed inside. We have sealed off the site as soon as possible."
Surrounded by many reporters, Siris, the head of the Vulcan Bureau, was forced to reveal part of the information, "Most of them contain calligraphy and paintings, and they are relatively well preserved."
"Mr. Siris, can you tell me what it is?"
Siris had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "We have only excavated less than one-fifth of the site, and the harvest is limited. Among them, the most precious ones are the few ancient paintings."
Siris gave examples of five ancient pictures in one go.
Most reporters present had never heard of the names of these ancient figures, but when news of Siris’ interview appeared on domestic video platforms, it immediately detonated the entire Internet.
"The five paintings are all lost ancient paintings, and they all appeared in the grasslands of the northern United States?"
"In addition to these five ancient pictures, I don't know if there will be other ancient pictures or even other ancient Chinese cultural relics."
"Why do these things appear in the northern grasslands?
It’s probably going to be very difficult for us to come back.”
"Want to come back?
With the Vulcan Bureau’s urinary nature, don’t even think about it.”
Most people were shaking their heads and sighing.
This chapter has been completed!