Above the icy polar regions, the tense atmosphere reached its peak.

Juan Martinez stood on the deck of the ship, his eyes cold and ruthless.

Suddenly, his handgun rang out, and a bullet with deadly intent cut through the silent air and headed straight for Pedro.

Although Pedro was covered in injuries and in a state of embarrassment, his reaction was extremely quick.

The moment the bullet was fired, he almost instinctively drew out his gun and quickly pulled the trigger.

His bullets also have an unusual power and are full of thaumaturgic fluctuations.

The two bullets met at low altitude over the ice sheet, as if two different forces were violently colliding in the air.

bump!!!

They intertwined and rotated in the air, making a sharp scream. The two forces impacted each other, consumed each other, and were finally annihilated in a slight explosion.

boom--

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

Juan and Pedro, their eyes met in the sparks in the air.

The surrounding air was filled with tension and danger, but at the same time there was also a strange calmness.

The smoke after the explosion slowly dissipated, and the two men were still facing each other, with the guns in their hands still pointing at each other.

"I have always hated you, Pedro Iberia. No, now I should call you Pedro Miguelset."

Juan Martinez had a smile on his face, which was full of sarcasm and seemed extremely cold.

"Can you tell me why you betrayed Iberia?"

Pedro's voice was low and confused, with an indescribable heaviness.

"I...I don't understand." Pedro muttered to himself, his voice full of doubts.

"Iberia, when did it become like this? I remember when I joined Iberia, they asked me to swear an oath to the symbol of the Poseidon Trident. At that time, all I could think about was...all joy, because I could gain

The joy of new knowledge, the joy of executing justice, but..."

Pedro's thoughts began to go back to the moment he joined Iberia, when he swore an oath to the symbol of Poseidon's Trident, his heart filled with a thirst for knowledge and a passion for justice.

"Moreover, you not only sacrificed Miguel Set, you also sacrificed other people... I have seen the intelligence summary in the laboratory. In order to cooperate with those two extraterrestrial civilizations, since you allowed them to attack Iberia

The Asian people took action..."

His words stopped abruptly, and a trace of deep pain and disappointment flashed in his eyes.

In his heart, Iberia used to be the embodiment of knowledge and justice, but now, all this seems to have changed.

"Put away your idealistic fantasies and look at the world in front of you, Pedro."

Juan Martinez hated the way Pedro looked into his eyes, he hated that look.

"Pedro, the reason why you feel pain is because you have broadened your horizons and come into contact with information you have never seen before. This information forms your thoughts and eventually becomes part of your wisdom. So you start to think about yourself

What is the difference between me and them? How can I become them?

This is the beginning of pain, so you go crazy, you suffer, and then you start to transform."

Juan’s words are full of the cruelty and ruthless reality of reality. “As you continue to broaden your horizons, you finally find your ideal and strive for it. You believe that you will eventually achieve it, that is, you become an idealist. And one day

, you will realize the gap between yourself and your ideal, so you will become more painful, more crazy, and search for information to turn around like a man possessed, so as to increase your wisdom even more."

Juan's voice gradually became deeper, with a hysteria that he could hardly detect.

"But as your wisdom grows, your pain also keeps growing, because your heart does not match your vision and your ideals. Until the pain grows to a stage, you suffer difficulties in reality, and your soul

You are tortured by double pain and physical pain. You have to focus on reality, Pedro.

Sacrificing a group of people is nothing, and compromising to the devil for a moment is not a big mistake. Justice has a savings rate. You cannot ask Iberia to be righteous every moment. Momentary sacrifices are inevitable."

On this ice sheet, every word Juan said was like a heavy blow on Pedro's heart.

Although his words were cold, they exposed a cruel reality - in this complex and ever-changing world, ideals and reality are often difficult to reconcile.

From Juan's words, Pedro's idealism and Pedro's sense of justice are so small and fragile.

"You are just...seeking to defend your incompetence. I should have seen you clearly..."

The cold wind blew against Pedro's face, and he felt burning pain from the wounds on his body. His brown eyes stared at Juan Martinez.

"No matter what you are studying or considering any point of view, just ask yourself what the facts are and what truth those facts bear out. Never allow yourself to be persuaded by what you would rather believe or what people think.

Believed.

Juan Martinez, you and I should both know ourselves. If I am a persistent and delicious candy fantasist, what about you?

In essence, you should already know your shortcomings. Yes, you have an almost pathological obsession with your title as the father of electronic channels, because it is all yours. The Iberian justice you support, the justice you believe in

The way of genealogy, in the final analysis, is that the children of nobles are born as nobles, and the children of slaves are born as slaves. The monopoly of relationships must trump the circulation of talents."

Listening to Pedro's counterattack, Juan Martinez's face suddenly became darker.

Juan Martinez's patience has reached its limit. He is tired of Pedro's constant debates and moral discussions, and he knows that these endless verbal games cannot change the current situation.

There was a cold light in his eyes, showing his despair and impatience for this conversation.

The reason why he had been entangled with Pedro for so long was not simply because of the debate itself, but because he wanted not to disturb the "passage" hidden here - [Golden Castile].

This name represents the man-made project that Iberia has poured countless resources and efforts into, a man-made island capable of interstellar travel.

More importantly, this island is connected to the distant continent where the extraterrestrial species that cooperated with them are located, and where gods exist.

It is also the hub of the Bull and Callisto projects.

Juan Martinez is well aware of the importance of this island, and he has ordered the surrounding Armada to deploy strict shielding measures to ensure that the connection between the island and the mainland is not disturbed.

Now that everything was ready, he had no reason to wait anymore.

There was no hesitation on his face, only determination and coldness. He gave the order coldly:

"fire!"

Following his order, the muzzles of the Armada's guns immediately shone with deadly light.

The beam of light, like a messenger of death, pierced the silent sky and instantly launched a fierce attack on Pedro's location.

Fire, explosions and smoke spread rapidly across the ice sheet, turning this originally peaceful land into a battlefield.

At the moment when the destructive beam emitted by the ship was about to engulf everything, an imposing knight slowly appeared behind Pedro. He was holding a spear, wearing a flag, and driving a horse with bat wings.

The air around him seemed to be distorted by his presence, showing a supernatural power. At the same time, the Miguelset people around Pedro also began to exert their ability to distort reality, and all the forces converged at one point

, blessings to Pedro.

Behind Pedro's forehead, a virtual halo slowly emerged, shining with mysterious light.

At this critical moment, he felt unprecedented power, as if the whole world was under his control.

With the blessing of Miguel Set, he actually temporarily broke through to the realm of [Crown].

"Now!" Pedro shouted, and following his order, [Erig] immediately raised his spear and stabbed violently into the void.

This stab is not only a physical attack, but also carries the power to change destiny, pointing directly to the turning point of the battle.

The moment [Erig]'s spear touched the void, the surrounding space seemed to undergo subtle changes. The beam emitted by the ship was disturbed by this mysterious force, and the surrounding reality began to distort and deform, as if it had entered

Another dimension.

Juan Martinez, who was on the deck of the ship, witnessed this unprecedented scene, with deep horror on his face.

Pedro's actions not only interfered with the structure of reality, but also triggered an unpredictable chain reaction.

The surrounding reality began to distort and deform, and the entire space was drawn into an unknown dimension. Everything lost its original order in the face of this powerful force.

Pedro's attack broke the shielding mechanism of the Armada, and more importantly, it disturbed the "Golden Castile". This man-made island designed to connect to the mysterious continent seemed to have become a space distortion at this time

center of.

In this unprecedented distortion, the balance among the distant stars was completely broken. Callisto, Terra, and the continent where the gods were supposed to maintain the balance of the trinity are now in chaos due to the destruction of balance.

The most shocking thing is that the miraculous energy called [Bull of the Sky] begins to leak. This huge force is like a lever, leveraging the order of the entire interstellar.

Then, a more thrilling scene appeared.

Hanging high in the blue sky, the incarnation of heaven dances its huge body on the churning sea of ​​clouds.

It is like the Lord of Storms and the God of Thunder, traveling between heaven and earth with an almost divine majesty.

The huge figure blends into the sky, and every time it waves its golden-feathered wings, it is accompanied by thunderous roars and the magnificent sight of lightning piercing the sky.

It looks like a cow with two golden horns on its head.

Looking from a distance, it seems that the ancient god from mythology has descended into the mortal world. Its glorious wingtips shine with golden light under the sunlight, as dazzling as the decoration on the top of an ancient temple.

The clouds boil around it, as if stirred by its powerful power, and lightning wraps around it like a protective halo, marking its untouchable sanctity.

Those deep eyes are like two stars, quietly overlooking the world below. There is endless wisdom in the eyes, but also the power to penetrate everything.

Whenever it casts its gaze on the earth, it seems that the wind and rain between heaven and earth have stopped, and everything appears particularly clear under its gaze.

Four huge illusory iron hooves stepped towards the void.
To be continued...