Sagara Sousuke went out with his head hanging. He would receive his tools in three hours and prepare to polish, wax, and replace the three filters of three Imperial warships that were several kilometers apart. He believed that this job would allow him to continue his work in his lifetime.
We can't even think of doing anything else - if we still don't find the world teleportation coordinates of "Full Metal Panic" in the end.
Of course, I still sent him a helper, a full-featured spacecraft maintenance robot that Xiaopao made while doing homework. Although the little girl is still some way away from growing into a qualified mother machine, she made
This kind of robot is really nothing to say. Under the influence of Paopao's latent violent maniac gene, the maintenance robot made by Xiaopaopao carries a full set of heavily armed soldiers including heavy machine guns, laser cannons, particle guns, resonance generators and photon cannons.
Equipment, it can be said that on the battlefield, this robot can do anything except maintain the spacecraft...
Obviously, the robot sent to "help" is not responsible for polishing the spacecraft, but to watch Sagara Sousuke. I am really worried about letting such a bomb maniac get close to my precious spaceship...
"Well, Xiangliang Zongsuke has been punished. If his hometown cannot be found, what will happen to that guy..."
"A lifetime of hard labor," Beodar said stiffly, "Justice, Lord Hades."
The most tiring part of talking to Spartans is that you have to make up a grammatical sentence in their concise vocabulary. Although soldiers should speak concisely, how can you get pregnant if you say one more word?
Uh, I said it hard.
"Now let's talk about your problem." I focused my headache on Beodahl's cumin-smelling biceps. When I was talking to Sosuke Sagara just now, I was also exchanging information with my sister. According to
From her observation, the Spartan warrior in front of her could cause no less trouble than Sergeant Sagara, "Why not in the barracks assigned to you? Why not use the clothing and daily necessities we provided, and more importantly... why?
Don’t want to take a shower?”
I now have some doubts that Sosuke Sagara's laying of landmines was not just for "warning". Isn't that boy just angry because he lived next to these Spartans and took revenge?
"Sparta doesn't need that!"
Beodahl answered my question in only eight words.
That is to say, real Spartans were not exposed to anything that might make them vulnerable, right? That includes comfortable barracks, nice clothes, hot baths, shampoo, and bootlegs from talented female artists.
Discs, and combo speakers, you don’t want these things, right?
But you can't build a bunk in front of the barracks every day, light bonfires in the open air on the street, insist on grilling every food until it's eighty-point burnt, and more importantly, you still haven't washed off the blood marks on your body.
!
When I presented these objective facts and asked indirectly whether there was a "no bathing for life" in Spartan customs, Beodahl finally said a relatively long sentence: "The battle is still going on! Before victory.
, the blood stains must not be washed away!”
Hiss - I have a toothache.
The battle is still going on? In other words, these muscle fools have firmly believed that this magical and weird place is the underworld, and after their "death", the battlefield is still going on with brutal fighting, waiting for them to be resurrected to win
Victory, so before I "resurrect" these Spartans, they will always think that their battle is still going on, and they will always live according to the standards on the battlefield until they return to the battlefield and become a piece of rotten meat in history?
The Spartans can't afford to be hurt!
But if you think about it, it seems that the group of Xiling apostles around you also have this kind of virtue, maybe even worse than Sparta... Back then Sandora led her bodyguards to fight for tens of thousands of years, and the one who mistakenly entered
Earth's Xiling soldiers were looking for a way back to the battlefield until the extinction of human civilization in the last season. I am completely convinced that if I were to face the two imperial soldiers standing guard outside the door now who would take a million years to complete a task, they would also
Being able to execute it without hesitation, even if the entire universe is destroyed and only the two of them are left.
Although this kind of soldier seems unreasonable, people have to respect them - if they can take a bath.
"When can we return to the battlefield?"
The topic that Beodar took the initiative to bring up to me was always this. Just like I can't understand Pandora's enthusiasm for planting the imperial flag all over the world, I also can't understand the other party's eagerness to go to the battlefield and die. They are
Go and die: I already knew during the conversation that it might be the last battle of the Spartan city-state. The soldiers led by Beodar were almost the most elite troops left by the Spartans, and they were all, but I knew that
Going back would only be his "second death". Why couldn't he just enjoy the Shadow City for a few days?
However, you can spit these words in your stomach, but you must never say them out.
Looking at the expression on Beodahl's face, I knew that if I persuaded him to enjoy the comfort in the "underworld", even if he respectfully called me "underworld" one second, he would treat me as a temptation the next second
The fallen devil rushed forward to fight for his life.
"Be patient," I reassured him with a headache, "You should have seen that the floating population in the 'underworld' has suddenly increased so seriously recently. I guess you didn't have that many people in the entire Spartan city-state back then."
"ASAP."
Beodahl nodded, and after saying these two words, he stood up and walked out the door.
Okay, the shelf is bigger than me.
But for this classmate in iron pants, that door... opens inwards.
After sending away the Spartan commander who had temporarily settled down, my headache did not diminish much.
Compared to the current group of time travellers, who have almost turned the entire Shadow City into a vegetable market, the friction between Sparta and Sosuke Sagara is just a minor episode. In fact, in recent days, due to the increasing number of time travellers,
, the cultural differences, worldview conflicts, etc. that exist between them are becoming more and more serious. The small frictions that broke out due to various reasons have never stopped. To give a simple example, three Jedi Knights almost broke out at noon yesterday.
The reason for the real fight with the guys from the Blood Ravens Chapter was that the Jedi said that the Emperor in the Blood Ravens Chapter's mouth was a scumbag. In the end, if both sides hadn't let Piccolo and Yagami fight, the consequences would have been... well
, it’s already unimaginable.
Those guys are still lying in the medical center.
These time travelers are not vassal armies of the empire such as the Salvation Army. They can eliminate racial barriers and live in harmony like the latter. In Lin Xue's words, Shadow City is now a bunch of gangsters with hundreds of schools of thought contending. Almost everyone has something to do with others.
People have completely different views on three things. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, disciples and descendants of hundreds of schools of thought often beat out their brains on the streets, not to mention that there are now more than 200 people in the Shadow City who can use Nian Qi alone. Although there is an empire
Under the high-pressure supervision of the soldiers, these outsiders are relatively safe, but I am really worried about when a Renaissance movement will break out among them - a gangster version.
"I have a headache..."
When I came out of the neighborhood committee office and looked at the seemingly peaceful area inhabited by travelers in the distance, I felt like my head was as big as a bucket.
The moment he turned around, a tall figure happened to pass by not far ahead.
"Hmm? Busujima Saeko?"
I recognized the other person in an instant, and I couldn't help shouting. The girl in front of me immediately subconsciously put on a nervous posture when she heard the sound. She relaxed when she saw that it was me, and then she showed a surprised expression on her face.
"Ah, is it... His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire?"
With such an exclamation, the girl in front of me, who always has the aura of a lady, looked embarrassed and uneasy, as if she wanted to salute but didn't know what kind of etiquette she should do. It was obvious that she suddenly met me, a theoretical expert.
The unattainable "Head of the Empire" made me a little nervous for a moment.
"Relax," I waved to the other party carelessly, "Speaking of which, do you live near here? Why not in the residential area in front? It's not easy to find a lively place in Shadow City."
"It's better to be more remote," Busujima Saeko said in a low voice, tilting her head slightly, "I'm not used to being with crowds anymore, and I always think of them suddenly turning into... I'm sorry, I..."
"It doesn't matter," I smiled understandingly, "I know a little bit about what you have gone through, and it is normal to have such sequelae, but if you can never return to normal life, you will never be able to get rid of the nightmare... huh?
What are you looking at me for?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Busudao's face, and he waved his hands in a panic: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be so approachable..."
I"……"
"I heard the officer named Sivis and many imperial soldiers mention His Majesty the Emperor before. Their fanaticism and aggressiveness and their evaluation of you made me always feel that the head of such an empire should be a very high-ranking, majestic and terrifying person.
But I didn’t expect that he would be so kind.”
Me: "...how did Sivis and those soldiers describe me?"
"The most powerful emperor, the destroyer of the abyss, the supreme head of state..."
If Lin Xue heard the above three words, that girl would have a lot of topics to talk about in the next half month.
"Don't listen to their nonsense," I scratched my cheek in embarrassment, feeling a slight warmth on my old face, "You are used to living here, right? Those imperial soldiers are quite rough, but I heard that 80% of them are
All the people were knocked unconscious and brought back."
"No, no, although they look fierce, those are very reliable warriors," Busujima Saeko said, and then showed a hesitant expression, "It's just that I want to know... many of them are from another world this time.
People come to your territory...for such an incident, can you just simply build a shelter and be done with it?"
"Of course not," I shook my head, "The large influx of time-travelers will cause serious consequences..."
At the moment, I told Busujima about the so-called parallel world, different world, and world balance and other messy things that I didn't even understand. Anyway, I was already depressed, so I thought I was venting my anger.
"To sum up, the world is a sophisticated and fragile registry system. Each element should have its own place in it. A large number of foreign objects from other worlds are poisonous to our world system. Now the world
The tree - that is, the origin of this world has been polluted, and the only way to solve the pollution is to return the pollutants to their original place."
"That is to say," a low and trembling voice sounded next to him, "soon, you will send everyone here back to their original world... right?"
"Ah, that's more or less it. In fact, a small group of time travelers were sent back yesterday afternoon." I thought of Shana, the first group sent away. The rude little girl actually knew it when she said goodbye.
I politely sent a goodbye. Although she extorted enough pineapple buns from me to feed a Sandora, it was not easy to make friends with Shana. "As long as we locate the coordinates of the original world, we will
Sending the time traveler back...Eh? You are..."
What I saw when I turned around shocked me. Busujima Saeko, who always had a gentle and calm face, had such a fearful and pleading expression on her face, staring straight at me, which surprised me.
"Really...do we really have to go back? Is there no other way but..."
In an instant, I understood what the other party meant.
Is it possible to really send them back to the world of "Academy Apocalypse"? Is that different from murder?
The vast majority of time-travelers are now waiting for the opportunity to go home. They are full of uneasiness and wariness about this strange and strange world, but they definitely do not include special people like Busujima Saeko: they are absolutely unwilling to return to their own hell.
Ordinary hometown!
However, to let them stay here... they still have to discuss it with Dingdang.
"Follow me," I didn't directly respond to Busujima's pleading expression. I just waved to her and then walked in a certain direction, "It's not far ahead."
After a few minutes of hurried walking, I led the confused Busujima Saeko around to the isolation grating in the residential area. This is where the traversers stop. Imperial soldiers with live ammunition and sentry guns every ten meters prevent all traversers from approaching.
"Huh...huh..."
Even though I had deliberately slowed down my pace, the trot along the way still made Busudao slightly out of breath. She looked at the light grid in front of her, held her knees and asked: "Here...here is..."
"The mecha troops and sentry guns you usually see are just civilian devices." I waved my hand and opened the energy grating. "The front is the real military restricted area of the empire."
Passing through the grating, an unprecedentedly huge open space appeared in front of us. The open space was densely covered with mysterious floodlight runes. Some kind of distant and huge coercion filled the air, making Busudao unable to help but hold its breath slightly.
.
"In order to prevent trouble, there is a layer of space camouflage here," I pulled Busuda to stand on the two circular rune circles, "Now, we should discuss it with the God of this world."
"ah--"
As expected, when the huge tree that was so huge that it covered the entire sky and its trunk alone was like a thousand-foot cliff appeared in front of us, Busudao let out an ear-tingling exclamation.
"Hey! Do you know that it is forbidden to make noise, fight, and take photos within five hundred meters of the God's house?" I took out my ears that were irritated by the poison island and said with squinting eyes. "Also, it is strictly forbidden to pat and feed wild Gods when you encounter them."
"This...what is this!"
With a face full of shock, Busujima covered her mouth and tried to raise her head to try to see whether the thing that seemed to be a "big tree" had a top, but what she saw was just a huge tree trunk that extended infinitely beyond the limit of her sight.
, that unprecedented dark brown tree trunk is more than ten kilometers high. When it disappears into a sea of green, it is already beyond the reach of ordinary people's eyes.
Standing under the World Tree and looking up, even a giant can only have the feeling of being an ant, so Pandora has never been to this place - she is absolutely unwilling to admit that Dingdang, who is usually so much lower than herself, can also completely defeat her in height.
On the other hand, especially after knowing that Dingdang also had a 1.6-meter-tall god form, Pandora regarded Little Douding as her biggest rival in life.
A friendly aside here, according to this standard, Pandora’s rival in life has exceeded the 4 billion mark on the earth alone.
"The World Tree is the root of the entire world, the place that governs all laws. For example, the law of universal gravitation is recorded by a leaf on its southeast branch (Ding Dong calls that thing an integrated drive). There should be something similar in your world.
Mechanism, but in most cases, mortals cannot pry into this ultimate mystery."
"Wow -" Busujima exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on her face. However, people who have experienced zombie sieges and traveling through other worlds are different. Soon, she accepted this fact and turned her attention to
Focusing on...a girl walking out of a tree trunk.
With an appearance as beautiful as an angel and a temperament as noble as a god, the green-haired girl walking towards her was dressed in a gauze green dress. She walked lightly from a vine under the World Tree in the majestic breath of life.
, and then rushed over briskly: "Arjun! Dingdang is hungry! The leaves of the World Tree are not delicious at all, Dingdang wants to eat chocolate cake!"
I:"……"
Do you think you are Sandora?! As the goddess of life, at least you take good care of the World Tree for me, you idiot!
"This is God," I awkwardly removed the octopus-like jingle from my body and explained to the surprised Busuda, "it is not a simple thing to allow illegal immigrants to settle in this world, and it has to be approved by this girl.
good."
Regardless of whether he believes it or not, Busujima Saeko must work hard to accept the fact that the incredibly energetic girl in front of him is the legendary God. The former has experienced too many incredible things in the past few days, and now his spirit has been tempered to the point of numbness. God
For God's sake, that mysterious giant tree is real anyway - the poisonous island hypnotized me so much.
"Plop~"
A burst of green light flashed, and Lord God, who was curled up in my arms just now in the form of a girl looking for candies, suddenly turned into a three-inch-sized figure. Dingdang fluttered his wings and jumped onto my shoulder, smiling sheepishly:
"Ahaha, it's time for Dingdang again..."
Hey, what's that expression on your face, Saeko? Don't mistake bean bags for solid food, don't mistake God for a cadre!