As if in a corner that had been completely forgotten by the world, a faint blue light spread silently, covering all the surrounding areas for thousands of meters.
The subtle light with a slightly buzzing reputation has appeared for several days, but in this quiet area that is inaccessible and almost no one comes, it has never attracted the attention of anyone or any force.
The blue light carries a weak electric arc, swimming with a cheerful frequency in the heavy rain, swimming through the accumulated water on the ground, the water droplets on the weeds, and densely intertwined along the trunks, treetops, and leaves.
, extending to the very center of this area.
In the center of the area is a cave that looks like it could collapse at any time.
The cave entrance is very small, overgrown with weeds, lifeless in the heavy rain, and looks lonely and desolate.
The scene inside the cave is completely opposite to the desolation outside the cave.
The outside world is naturally desolate.
Inside the cave is a very impactful scene with an absolute sense of technology.
Soft light filled every corner of the cave. The cracked mountain wall was completely covered by a flat piece of metal without any gaps. One instrument after another was placed in an orderly manner, with various colors.
Light crisscrossed the corners of Shandong, and a subtle hum emanated from every instrument. Various virtual projection screens appeared and disappeared from time to time in the cave. The boundary between virtuality and reality seemed completely blurred, and various data were scattered directly in the cave.
In the air, they are constantly combined and arranged.
In the center of the cave is a signal tower built entirely from data as if it were a physical entity.
The light of the signal tower undulated slightly, constantly receiving messages from the outside world. Heavy and messy footsteps sounded in the cave. One after another, metal robots were walking around in the cave, and they were constantly adjusting according to the set programs.
Depending on the operating status of various instruments, ultra-high temperature or ultra-low temperature rays repeatedly appear in the cave, and finally disappear completely at a certain moment.
The cave that seemed extremely busy suddenly became extremely silent.
A gentle electronic sound sounded in the cave after an interval of two seconds.
"The Hero's energy core has been repaired."
"The repair rate is 20%."
"Start the self-test program."
"The Brave: A low-level single-person mecha, suitable for surface combat."
"Weapon module: seriously missing, conventional combat weapons can be used."
"Power propulsion unit: damaged."
"Energy Reserve: 25%."
"The communication device is normal."
"The defense status is normal."
"The inspection device is normal."
"The comprehensive performance is seriously insufficient and the energy source is insufficient."
There is a mechanical dining table in the deepest part of the cave.
The dining table is filled with wine and food.
When the electronic sound started playing, the corners of the mouth of the apostle who was playing with the food in front of him twitched, and he suddenly felt that the wine and food in front of him no longer tasted good.
Countless complex thoughts kept flashing in his mind, and finally converged into one sentence: Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
He stood up and walked to a test bench in front of him.
There is a fist-sized object floating on the neat and smooth silver test platform. It shines with silver luster, but it is constantly undulating like a liquid.
The apostle looked at the thing in front of him silently, without speaking, just looking at it.
Gradually, his eyes became a little numb.
"very nice."
I don't know how long it took before he whispered.
Valiant single-player mecha.
What a mighty and domineering name?
If the weapon module was removed from this thing, it would probably be something that some families with poor conditions would give to their underage children in the God of War world.
And what about the apostles?
The great general of the Kingdom of War.
He is the pinnacle apostle.
A pair of heroic mechas were basically low-end items that he didn't even bother to take a look at.
He may have used this thing countless years ago, but it was something he had almost forgotten how to operate.
But even so, this set of heroes was still torn apart, and not even a third of the energy was left.
The apostle silently looked at the fist-sized piece of liquid metal in front of him, thinking quietly.
so...
What the hell does this heroic man in front of me, who has been torn apart to pieces, count now?
If you wear this thing on your body, you will probably be laughed at, right?
The apostle sighed in pain, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to hold the piece of liquid metal in front of him.
The metal in his hand passed through his palm, covering his fingertips, and instantly appeared on his hand like a silver glove.
The apostle checked the time and started the mecha without hesitation.
The silver liquid metal continued to spread along his palms, covering his arms, neck, head, waist, and legs.
In an instant, a very close-fitting metal mecha had completely wrapped the apostle's body inside.
The apostle adjusted the vision and power of the mecha, and couldn't help but lower his head and take a look.
There is an obvious depression on the mecha's chest.
It seems to be the mark of a small fist hitting it.
This mark was very small, like a baby's fist, but the mark was extremely clear, as if in front of that little fist, the extremely strong-looking mecha was like a piece of bread or a pile of
Like flour, the fist struck casually and easily destroyed the strongest part of the mecha.
The corner of the apostle's mouth twitched.
He remembered that he was still in Europe.
When he was about to enter the Asia continent area, he saw that white and tender little fist inexplicably, and then he was knocked away by the punch and flew here.
This is...well...South America.
The apostle gave a bitter smile and murmured to himself feebly: "What a sin, this is..."
"The target is approaching the preset location."
An electronic sound suddenly sounded.
The target is close to the preset location.
Close to the preset location.
Default location...
The voice was simple, but every word was like thunder, echoing constantly.
The apostle wearing mecha stiffened suddenly.
He stood there and was silent for a long time.
I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know what he was thinking. In silence, the apostle turned on the communication device.
The invisible communication signal spread quickly, and in less than two seconds, the virtual influence of a middle-aged woman appeared in front of the apostle.
The woman is not beautiful, but her whole body is filled with an indescribable charm. She is wearing a white coat, a little serious, but also has the elegance and calmness of a mature woman.
"What's up?"
The woman glanced at the apostle and spoke calmly.
The apostle's voice became calmer and more direct: "Get ready to return."
"Now?!"
The Saint, who was constantly observing Wang Tianzong's condition in Beihai Prison, was a little surprised.
Their so-called return is completely different from that of Li Tianlan.
Because they themselves belong to the starry sky.
The so-called return is nothing more than leaving here and returning to the God of War world.
There is only one premise for such a return.
That is the mission of completing this trip.
And what is their mission on this trip?
The saint was in a daze, her extremely bright eyes gradually dimmed, and she murmured: "I thought it would take a long time..."
This is the City of Miracles, a place that is far from advanced and cannot even keep up with the average level of the starry sky, but it is also a place that has received the attention of three supreme beings at the same time.
The saint didn't like it, but he didn't dislike it either.
It is undeniable that she has some nostalgia for this place.
Because there are people she likes here.
And she can protect the people she cares about most with the people she likes.
She originally thought it would be a long time.
It is more than ten years, even decades of extremely luxurious real time.
She would leave Beihai Prison, go to Feilu, or other places, and accompany the apostle to His Highness, spending an extremely wonderful time in this environment that had occasional ups and downs but could definitely be regarded as a peaceful and prosperous age.
But all this was shattered with the apostle's brief words.
Prepare to return.
This means that their mission is about to be completed and the countdown has now entered.
Time ticks by, minute by second, passing clearly and truly.
The saint who has been staying in Beihai Prison is extremely regretful, but he is also sure of what his little highness will do in this operation.
It was a struggle standing at the junction of hope and abyss.
She and the apostle return to the stars.
And he chose to reincarnate alone.
The saint's eyes trembled, he lowered his head and said calmly: "I understand."
"Go to the preset location."
The apostle said something and immediately closed the communication.
In the starry sky, doctors like them can be said to be famous for their short legs and poor maneuverability, but in the distance from Beihai to Annan, no matter how poor their maneuverability is, they will not be able to stump the saints.
The saint stood there in silence for a while, then turned and walked back to his room.
She took off her white coat, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book from the drawer.
The extremely heavy books glowed with an extremely soft light in her hands.
The saint opened the pages of the book, but his movements paused slightly.
The heavy books in sight began to change slightly.
It seemed that a force that was not strong but irresistible penetrated the long distance and landed on the book silently.
The entire book began to clearly deform under the squeeze of this force. Every page of the book began to twist and wrinkle. The huge force affected her mind. The saint's pupils shrank for a moment, and a mouthful of blood came directly from her mouth.
Squirted out.
"Click..."
There was a somewhat harsh sound from the book.
There was an obvious small hole in the entire book from the cover to the middle of all the pages.
It was as if someone had stretched out his finger invisibly and easily pierced the holy book in the saint's hand, which was composed of eight levels of authority.
The saint squinted his eyes and suddenly laughed.
She opened the damaged book and tore off a page from it. The clear light surged in his hands. The damaged book kept turning. Her figure began to fade in the increasingly intense clear light, and finally disappeared in the