In the quiet leprosy hospital, a bronze statue stood in the backyard, posing the appearance of seven soldiers standing solemnly with guns. Each of their movements and expressions were frozen in an extremely heroic image, which was very different from his tragic way of death.

The history of the Longyan troops is not like this for a day or two. The tasks they perform are easy and dangerous, but no matter how exaggerated the tasks, they have never heard of a team of people being wiped out. The destruction of the team sounded a deafening alarm for the organization - in the world of superpowers, everything changes rapidly and is unpredictable, especially the strength of others should not be judged simply based on external information.

If the organization can send a few superpowers and Longan teams to go together, maybe things will not be passive, but they just want to be proud, just think that tapir is just an unknown spiritual ability person. Even if he is included in the monitoring list of Danger Level 4, it is just because he has a huge influence in the game market. If something unexpected happens, it may have some impact on the country's network economic system.

Now, it's too late, and the seven soldiers have paid for it forever.

Under the instruction of Minister Gongsun Ren, the organization specially allocated a part of the funds and built this heavy bronze statue in the backyard to commemorate the seven sacrificed soldiers. Perhaps these statues also have the intention of alerting themselves. Whenever they think they can do everything by relying on their superpowers and military equipment and are invincible in the world, they look up at these bronze statues and look at these young soldiers who have paid their lives for carelessness. The death in front of them can quickly cool down all passions.

The only survivor of the tooth extraction operation was Ding Yi. After witnessing his full power death, the steel-like man became taciturn and haggard. At present, the organization is re-arranged a suitable position for him. In other words, Ding Yi has nothing to do during this period. He just asked about his work and did not go home. Instead, he got up early in the morning every day and sat in the backyard for one morning, staring at the statues nervously, as if he wanted to engrave every detail of them in his heart. At twelve o'clock noon, Ding Yi came out of the backyard on time, walked back to the information room, buried himself in a pile of old materials that had been registered, and turned over page by page, his eyes were dull and his movements were stiff, all of which were passing the time.

After repeated diagnosis by the psychologist, Ding Yi was confirmed as a ptsd patient, that is, post-war traumatic stress response syndrome, which is a mental illness with a relatively large problem. He himself was extremely resistant to psychological treatment, but after repeated persuasion from his colleagues and superiors, Ding Yi still received psychological treatment three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, supplemented by drugs, talking, relaxing, and talking every day... The slow pace of life is similar to a nursing home. Seeing that his mental state plummeted, the organization was embarrassed to assign him any tasks, so he temporarily asked him to have a free position and receive treatment first. As for whether to give him a new position... let's talk about the results of the treatment.

However, no one noticed... a trace of golden light would pass through Ding Yi's empty pupils from time to time. What he saw and heard was transmitted into the eyes of tapir? through the sharing method of soul connection.

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Somewhere in New Zealand, the prairie is in the evening. At twelve thirty-one.

In a dilapidated wooden house.

"!!!" Ye Ying, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasped, and turned over a kite, slammed the quilt that had been covered by his body, and stepped on the bed. The price of starting the bridge in place was... The wooden bed, which was not very strong, was cut off in half with a "pop". His half of his body directly smashed the bed, and it sank deeply into the bed like a carrot, looking quite funny.

Looking left and right, there was nothing abnormal around. Apart from the earth-shaking collision just now, there was almost no other sound on the grassland, and everything presented a quiet and harmonious scene. There were no invaders in the wooden house, and there were no hidden weapons that suddenly shot over. Why did I suddenly make a warning defensive posture? Logically... this place should be absolutely safe, right? Gongsun Zhi and the others couldn't find it for a while; he had never offended a very impressive person when handling the case; even if the Yin clan came, there was a nighthawk in the room next to him, and there was nothing to worry about...

No, no, it's not that simple.

Ye Ying looked at his right arm - the hair on his entire arm was fully raised, which was clearly an instinctive reaction that only people had when they were in a state of shock.

What I was doing just now? I usually dream when I sleep. Why didn’t I dream, but was woken up directly? It’s very simple, because the dream just now was a nightmare, a nightmare...

Don’t think that the level of reasoning is similar to one plus one equals two, it may not be that easy to do it. When a normal person wakes up from a nightmare, his mind is blank. In the first few seconds, the traces of the dream can still appear for a while, and he may still be able to remember the tail of the nightmare just now while breathing. But... it is said that "the dream of spring is gone without trace". Even the dream of spring that generally makes male compatriots excited cannot leave too deep marks, let alone scary nightmare. After three minutes, you will surely forget all your money and profits, and not even have a little scum left.

Even though Ye Ying had received some forced memory training, his ability to display was quite limited in this situation. Thinking about it, he could only pass some fragments of fragments in his mind.

The sea of ​​fire, the endless sea of ​​fire. The city is burning, the sky is burning, the earth is burning, everything in the field of vision is burning. People start to burn spontaneously, but their faces are still strange smiles, as if they have become a wax figure in a famous painting. The top of the sky is unnatural crimson purple and indigo blue, and the aurora is beautiful, but it is also fatal. The sun's flame tongue is enlarged and enlarged in the sky... like a wall of fire that flows backwards. The top of its head has not yet touched the world. Most of human creations have been vaporized into a ray of steam and suddenly passed away.

The sea was pulled by an invisible big hand, escaped from the gravity of the earth, flew to outer space, condensed into a huge ice crystal ring at the other end of the fire wall, covering the other half of the earth. Looking down from the universe, half of the earth was burned to orange red, and the other half was frozen to ice blue. After the burning, the land was burned to black, which was the darkness of the mourning cloth; after the ice cold, the land was frozen to white, which was the pale white of the mourning clothes, and the earth could not die any more.

A figure stood on the corpse of the earth. Ye Ying couldn't see his face clearly. He only knew that he was about three meters tall and looked like a ghost. He was wearing a black and white robe, and four gems as big as fists were floating around. These four gems emitted orange, green, indigo, and purple light, and the light itself reflected a halo of halo around him. In the future, people would decorate like the Peacock King recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

"Send it...get it...hand them...hand it..." A shrill voice echoed in the sky, which was the only sound after the disaster on Earth.

...

Ye Ying felt that he was already very powerful if he could restore it to this part - look at this clip, without stunts, you can just put it in any Hollywood popcorn movie trailer. If you add a little more magnificent music, tsk... the number of clicks will probably exceed seven digits.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Ying got out of bed and groped in this already familiar darkness for a few steps. After a while, he pushed open the old wooden door with a squeak.

Without the cover of the walls, the starry sky was suddenly exposed to its own vision, and the stars in the sky were embedded in the night, flashing with dazzling light. This scene is rare in China. If you really want to see it, you have to go to places like Tibet that are rarely visited and polluted slightly. In the first few days, Ye Ying looked at the night sky as if she had a treasure, and was amazed no matter how she looked. But later she looked at it every day and every day... she got used to their existence. Although she still felt beautiful, she would not scream at all.

“…”

The galaxy is brilliant, and under its illumination, everything seems a bit humble.

The milky white galaxy penetrated the night sky from top to bottom, emitting a sparkling brilliance. But for some reason, it was obviously a spectacular scene, but Ye Ying couldn't feel any relief. The inexplicable coldness climbed up to the back of his neck along the instep, as if a sharp blade was pressed against his spine, and the muscles on his body were unconsciously tense. His premonition was correct. Indeed, something really entered this sleeping world in the darkness of the night, and the people on the ground still knew nothing about it.

"Awaken? The spiritual sense is not bad, I reacted so quickly." Not far away, Nighthawk in black robe sat cross-legged on the haystack. Seeing Ye Ying walking out of the wooden house, he waved at him excitedly, as if a child was camping, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Ye Ying did not answer his question, squinted his eyes and stared at the distant sky carefully.

He saw a tiny meteor passing through the sky, carrying an aura that should not be looked down upon, falling straight towards the east.

“…What is that?”

"From the perspective of this universe, I'm just a true god." Nighthawk pulled up a grass and chewed it in his mouth, as if he didn't take this "god" seriously. "There is a god, a divine power, and various power systems that are so powerful that mortals cannot resist... The God of Color, Kara Payne, is a new god in recent hundreds of years, and his position is not clear at present... Four hundred years ago, he slaughtered the "Jiu Kui General" of the Mao Galaxy and took his power for himself, and his strength was greatly enhanced."

Ye Ying didn't understand a word, but this did not prevent him from understanding the seriousness of the matter. Even the tone of speaking was filled with a hint of anxiety, "Then the direction of his whereabouts is..."

"Yes, he went to Hangzhou City." Nighthawk made a brief estimate, smiled, and said, "And, falling at such a speed... it won't take long to come into contact with the ground. I know you want to go back and help, but unfortunately... you must stay here, not go back, and not have any form of declaration of war with the God of Color! You are subordinate to me, and the component of the power of the universe is much more complicated than you think. This involves many aspects of the problem. If you declare war easily, some very... dangerous signals will be interpreted by the ulterior motives of the ulterior motives. At that time, the war between God and God will be about to break out, just like the United States and the Soviet Union during the Cold War. Once the nuclear war officially begins, there will be only the way for the world to be devastated."

"So...we just ignore it?" Obviously, Ye Ying was not satisfied with this answer.

"It's okay." Nighthawk smiled and looked at the sky in the east, as if he was confident. "We don't care... Of course, there will be experts to take care of it."
Chapter completed!