Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Serbia's capital, Belgrade.

This is the mansion of Mr. Kirov, a well-known philanthropist.

During the previous week, Mr. Kirov had had a fantastic time.

He received the most important order of his entire career, a major client in China, and in the next few days, he witnessed the birth of a legend and learned that the world is not what it seems Usually, through this order, he was exposed to a higher level position, he was invited to the Kremlin, his business was formalized, and he also made many new friends.

But also lost a sense of freedom.

All of this originated from a new friend introduced to him by one of his old customers. In Chinese language, it is called "yuan", in Western terms, it is called "destiny". If he missed the call at that time , or in a bad mood and rejected the order, then everything will be different.

He couldn't say whether it was good or bad.

But there are no ifs in the world, only predetermined and unchangeable outcomes.

As a result, he loves China, and he has a very, very good chief friend named Kant.

And today, while smoking a cigar to prepare gifts, merchandise and humanitarian supplies for his best friend of the chief, he got a call.

Before he could send his warmest greetings, the voice of the soul suddenly sounded: "Kirov! Translate!"

Listen to it a few more times, and I'm afraid this sentence will be engraved into the DNA.

Fuck, who is this time?

Kirov shuddered and said subconsciously, "Wait a minute, my friend."

Picked up the phone on the table and dialed the internal number: "Come to my room."

Two minutes later, the Serbian elite translator who had previously hired and served Kant pushed the door and said, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

Because he was invited to the Kremlin and had a more formal job, the translator was also hired for a long time. This is Kirov's kindness, because otherwise, the conscientious professional translator may Got into a little trouble because he knew too much.

Now, the translator has joined the Russian nationality, his wife has a clerical job in a Russian state agency, the child is also enrolled in the best elementary school in Moscow, and their family has a beautiful apartment in the downtown area of ​​Moscow... In fact, nothing not good.

Kirov has connected the mobile phone to the external device and picked up the headphones: "Your work is..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his face became gloomy, because not only the translator but also his new friends entered the room. His right-hand man, Dimitri, was sent to Komora to serve Kant, and the Kremlin introduced him to him. Some new friends, responsible for working with him better.

The two Russian men in neat suits gestured to him, then sat aside, holding down the portable earphones and listening, the interpreter put on the earphones obediently, as a Serbian who has been through war and turmoil. Man, he no longer has any arrogance and resentment.

Kirov sighed: "Brother, didn't Moyani translate?"

The two Russians gave him a grim look.

"The only one I know who understands French is the king. It's inconvenient for him to come." Kant's voice returned to the cold and indifferent when he first entered Komora, which made Kirov feel a little chill in his heart.

And...French?

"Is it translated yet!?"

The voice was a little impatient.

A Russian lifted the interpreter's stool, and the interpreter exclaimed: "At your service, sir."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

…here we go again.

The interpreter shrugged and said, "Sir, he is panicked, angry and disbelieving about what has happened and is about to happen."

Saying this, he looked at Kirov with a meaning in his eyes.

Who is this poor man again?

Then there was a dull thump from the earphones and the stereo, the sound of the head kissing the table, which Kirov was familiar with, and he often used this kind of friendly opening remarks when urging accounts and negotiating.

"Tell him I'm going to speak to his boss... Get me on the French President!"

The next moment, the translator choked on his saliva and coughed loudly. Kirov suddenly straightened up, but the Russian behind him immediately stepped forward and pressed his shoulders, showing a threat.

— Shut up and keep listening.

The other Russian tapped the interpreter on the shoulder.

The translator translated Kant's words tremblingly.

Immediately afterwards, the Frenchman's muffled growl rang out on the phone.

"I formally warn you that according to international conventions, the embassy is equivalent to the country's territory. You invaded and attacked the territory of the Fifth Republic of France and White, provoking this great country. You cannot take this responsibility!"

The interpreter interprets quickly and simultaneously.

A Russian left the room directly.

"Of course I know, but it's just the same, Mr. Ambassador, I have no intention of embarrassing and torturing you, nor will I force you to betray your motherland, I just need you as a microphone to convey the call to your country, I still There's a certain respect for the permanent members, and that's why I'm here."

Sweat had already covered the translator's cheeks.

It may be that this friendly rhetoric made Ambassador Fabaixi have a certain illusion, and he became more and more assertive: "It is impossible! You are kidnapping and aggression, and besides, you are just a Chinese civilian, and you have no power and qualifications to communicate with the president of our country. Conversation, I can only convey to my superiors..."

A loud bang.

A strange whistling suddenly came from the earphones, as if something was burning, something was twisting, an unheard of sound, but one thing was certain, something had happened...from anger.

The ambassador screamed in panic.

"Idiot, who do you think you're talking to?"

This time, Kant's voice has changed, becoming vast, deep and great, as if a powerful force distorted his voice: "If you want to play diplomatic rhetoric, all right."

"Now, tell your supreme leader - the most powerful psychic of mankind to speak to him!"

Then, there was the soft sound of a sharp blade slicing through something.

"I'm calling you to give you a French face, don't ask me to change it."

There was silence for about a minute.

The French ambassador's voice sounded slowly: "Okay...you don't regret it."

Hearing this, the faces of the people on Kirov's side have become very complicated.

They don't know what happened on the other end of the phone, they don't know what kind of power Kant showed, what way he used it, and they don't know what the French saw. "The French ambassador didn't even let out the slightest sarcastic laugh when he called himself.

Instead, he chose to compromise.

The French ambassador immediately contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then the cabinet reported it urgently. Perhaps it was because of the delicate situation and juncture now, or because of a guilty conscience, the request that was almost child's play was passed.

The French ambassador turned on the computer and started remote video communication.

Kant looked at the white man on the screen, and the white man's eyes were on the light blade on Kant's arm.

"You are not the President of France."

That white man can speak Chinese, which is normal. In today's international situation, countries that regard China as a challenger, enemy and opponent will attract more and more "experts on China".

"I am Claude Kohler, Secretary General of the Presidential Office. Mr. President cannot talk to you directly. The French government will not recognize the existence of this call. All the video and audio are fake..."

"Save it, white-skinned pig." Kant put the phone on the table, kicked aside the French ambassador sitting on the chair, propped up the table with both hands, and approached the camera, his eyes flashed with the fiery flame of the phoenix.

"What do you think I'm here to do? Guide your president to say something, and then keep the evidence tape and video, threatening you to spread it on the Internet?"

He said solemnly: "The human network is nothing, and technology is full of flaws. The words, sounds and images composed of data are full of the possibility of forgery, and they are easily swallowed up by more information garbage and by higher wills. Tampering and control - so pointless, can't be a dagger to the heart of the enemy, only the idiot of Big Bob would be so bluffing, I'm not like him, I'm not here to negotiate."

The secretary asked, "Then what are you here for?"

"Clear a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" The secretary-general was stunned when he heard the words, then showed a reserved smile, and even raised his chin slightly, "There should be no misunderstanding between our government and the strongest human superpower."

Kant stared at the person on the screen, as if he could look into his eyes face to face: "I know your plans, I understand your abacus, selfishness, stupidity, making deals with the devil, killing yourself, you and Big Bob have reached an unstoppable deal. Don’t be in a hurry to deny the consensus, I am not here to negotiate, and I have no intention of debating with you. I said that I am here to clear up the misunderstanding, so I will inform you by the way…”

He said calmly, "Give me Big Bob."

The people on the screen were stunned for a moment, and even faint laughter could be heard over there. The secretary-general held back his laughter and said, "You broke into the embassy to see the president just to say this?"

"It's just returning it as it is. I don't expect a word to make you obediently obey your orders. Just as after learning the truth of the Battle of Komora, I don't have any expectations for your IQ."

"I believe that before today, a terrorist asked you for the life of a Chinese citizen, and you will not agree, but now you are tempted, not because his threat is terrible enough, nor because of his price. It's touching enough, there is only one reason in the final analysis, but you think he is stronger and more threatening, but I can't threaten you."

"Believe me, this is really a big misunderstanding."

Kant's expression, tone and eyes are undoubtedly quite sincere.

"I'm going to solve this misunderstanding today," he said.

Only then did the Secretary-General understand what Kant's so-called "misunderstanding" meant. He didn't come to beg for pity, nor to swallow his voice to make peace. The seemingly calm and even humble appearance contained extreme arrogance.

He felt offended, especially with such a skin color, such a race, such a language.

The secretary-general's smile subsided, and his eyes became gloomy: "Are you threatening?"

"Yes, did you understand now?"

Conderson said: "You agree with Big Bob's conditions, afraid that he will turn Africa into a scorched earth, tell the world's secrets, and shake the world - aren't you afraid of me doing this? Aren't you afraid that I will turn your country into a A piece of scorched earth, are you not afraid that I will spread this secret?"

"You are interested in the ancient technology provided by Big Bob, aren't you afraid that I will let you return to the industrial age?"

"You covet Big Bob's secret of longevity, aren't you afraid that I will make you all short-lived ghosts!"

Having said that, his voice already contained indescribable shock and horror, and even made the secretary-general at the other end of the video involuntarily take a step back.

Kant looked at him with contempt, as if looking at a tiny reptile: "No, you are not afraid, that's why you are so unscrupulous, for the long-term stability of your regime and the happy life of your people, let me solve this misunderstanding... I I'll let you know who to be afraid of."

"—Kant!"

The previous involuntary weakness made the Secretary-General feel ashamed and furious, and he roared: "The one you are talking to is one of the five most powerful countries on this planet, a long-established power with strategic nuclear weapons and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers! Do you think you're the only one? You..."

Kant said lightly: "I'm not here to quarrel with you, your plan is easy to guess, it's nothing more than to let Big Bob go east, destroy everything, rob the population, and even kill, until it approaches the territory of Moyani and hurts Cuomo. Pull people, trigger turmoil and backlash within Comora, and then exert external pressure to push me, provoke me, let me get carried away by anger, and step into the trap that Big Bob set with you."

"I tell you clearly, if one person dies in Komora, ten of you, Fabaixi, will die, starting with the old nobles, officials and rich people. If it doesn't work, let's fight the last world war together."

"Now, you can let Big Bob go."

"We can play a game to see if he gets to Moani or I get to Paris first."

Having said this, he picked up the phone and turned to leave.

Behind him, the secretary-general roared: "Kant! Fabaixi will not compromise with any threat!"

Kant stopped, turned his head slightly, and sneered: "Let's tell the Germans about this."

Then he left.

On the other side of the video, in the Presidential Palace of France, in the Office of Military Intelligence, the incompetent and furious secretary-general was about to curse loudly, but he fell into a sluggishness, with all those who connected to the video for analysis, the Ministry of Intelligence, the Inter-Ministerial Intelligence Committee, and the external The security headquarters, the team members of various departments, all opened their eyes.

In the video, as Kant turned away and walked away step by step, the camera began to shake slightly, and then, the surrounding, floors, walls, windows, murals, everything photographed by the camera was disintegrating and disappearing invisibly, as if being captured by the camera. The invisible beast devoured and tore apart, wiped out, and exiled.

The ambassador's exclamation sounded in the video. The corner barely saw him. He kept retreating, but he still fell to the second floor along the disappearing floor. The exclamations of the embassy came one after another. Disappearing out of thin air, it is a little bit of disintegration, you can see the smooth cross-section of the item, and you can see that the wires and network cables buried in the walls are also disappearing, everything, little by little.

What kind of power annihilates all of this.

They saw Kant walking away on the disintegrating floor, blazing flames lingering around him, dark and deep black light shining out from his body, in the interweaving of light and shadow, the sacred and illusory back turned into a streamer and disappeared , leaving only an obliterated exile.

The video signal is completely interrupted.

Silence lasted for half a minute.

Then the relevant French elites came back to their senses. There was a lot of noise. They contacted the embassy, ​​mobilized satellites, played back the video, and analyzed the details. However, a terrifying issue was not announced by anyone.

-Where did he go? What is he going to do?

The French supreme leader, who was watching all this remotely with cabinet officials in a special office, vigorously tore off all the documents on the table.

The door was slammed violently, and after the official close to the door opened the door, a civilian secretary walked in and shouted, "Mr. President, a call from the Kremlin!"

Then, there are more voices.

"Mr. President, the call from the White House..."

"Downing Street..."

"north…"

"—Enough! All out! Let me do one thing at a time!" the President roared. "Satellites! Warships! Armies! Radars! Missiles! And monsters like this Chinaman! Highest alert!"

After getting everyone out of the house, he picked up his phone and dialed the number: "You screwed up! Stupid! Stop any of your actions now! Shut up! I don't listen to any of your bullshit, while we You'd better not be the new trouble until you solve this trouble! Or I'll solve you first!"

Kant stepped into the western airport of the White Mist World.

He briefly explained to Iron Son what he had done.

"I have already revealed a similar meaning to China. I didn't turn off the phone before, and Kirov also heard it. Kirov knew it, and the Russian government also knew it. Now the French know it too, and the UK and the United States must know it too. , now the five permanent members are all facing the enemy, trying to contact me anxiously, to appease me, or wait and see to see what will happen to me, they must be very angry, but they are also very uneasy, because the unknown horrible…"

He looked at Horus and said, "According to the secret plan between the Westerners and Big Bob, I am afraid that Big Bob will send locusts eastward, but now the French have eaten me so scared, and there are four other The pressure is bound to pass to Big Bob, and at least until I do something, they will definitely try to keep Big Bob under control - because now it's my turn to play!"

"They will never act rashly until they see whether my cards are high or low."

"And this, at least you can win it for me..." Kant looked at the time, "Ten to twelve hours."

Just thinking about designing the scene, and using his own abilities to cooperate with the coercion spells obtained from the other world, it should be able to stun the Westerners who regard him as the king of body strengthening.

The unknown is the scariest.

Horus asked, "Father will not go to Paris?"

Kant asked back: "What am I going to do?"

"I thought my dad was going to launch a mass shot in Paris."

"That's really no one wants to live." Kant said softly, "I don't want to do this either."

"Then... it can be launched into a no-man's land to demonstrate power, such as the sea."

Kant shook his head and said: "It's not a matter of where to fight, Horus, the earth is different from another world, there are gods in another world, people are used to legendary heroes and peerless powerhouses, forbidden spells exist, not unimaginable, but the earth Humans have mastered nuclear weapons for only a few decades to maintain the peace of the species and the world, and they know the significance of strategic deterrence weapons better than outsiders."

"So it's even more unbearable that a mortal can launch such a blow anytime, anywhere... Once this ability is exposed, no government will tolerate it, and there will definitely be a war, even the motherland will not allow it... I'm not sure, I don't have time, There is no incentive to wage a war of conquest."

"Furthermore, things must be prioritized."

"Even if I launch mass projection to temporarily deter all countries, my biggest enemy is Big Bob, and deterring France is not helpful to hunt down this guy, but it will make him too scared to show his face. If he escapes, it will be even more difficult to hunt down. I don't have time to spend time with him on Earth - after all, killing Big Bob is the priority, and after Big Bob is resolved, we'll give the French a big surprise."

"So, put a huge [beep] in front of the permanent members, of course, turn around and run." Kant picked up the half bag of locusts left in the white mist world, "Let them be nervous and fully alert, Turn on all your radars, fleets and hidden powers and wait for me to come."

The space door opened.

"We're going back to another world, we still have enough time before they react."

Although the other world still has the invitation of the dragon race to fight, but for the time being, I can't take care of these.

Horus turned into a steel exoskeleton and was equipped on Kant's shoulders.

The morning sun was shining, and Tina's bedroom was full of fragrance. The girl sat in front of the dresser and gently combed her blond hair like a waterfall. When she saw Kant coming back, she showed a big smile.

The gorilla has already arched over.

But at the same time, they noticed Kant's awe-inspiring expression, and their expressions changed immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Kant said softly to Tina who was approaching, "Can I borrow Goethe's power?"

The girl was startled for a while, then took Kant's hand and smiled softly and beautifully: "The Goethes have been waiting for this day for a long time."

The messengers of the palace scattered.

The Archduke's orders were communicated throughout the city.

An hour later, under the leadership of Tina in formal dress, Kant came to a minaret building in the southwest of Maple Leaf Palace, where the brilliance of magic was shrouded, and the elements in the air were complicated and unified. According to Tina, this was Goethe. The Legal Department, where the smartest people in the country gather.

They entered the door, turned around the corridor, and came to a gate. An old man with a pale beard in Chinese clothes was already standing at the gate, and he performed a very standard noble etiquette to several people.

"Lord Kant, everyone is here, please allow me to guide you."

Kant glanced at Tina, who took a step back and smiled, "Go in."

"Aren't you coming?"

"Kant, go, this is you talking to Goethe."

Kant was thoughtful, while Tina pulled the gorilla to retreat. He turned his head, and the old man stopped talking, stretched out his hand and opened the door, soft brilliance poured in from the door, the hallway at the end, the glorious hall , vaguely visible on both sides of the surrounding high platform, sitting many people.

"Everyone, be quiet, stand up!"

The old man had already entered, and his voice was loud and resounding throughout the hall.

"The comer is the Lord of the Star Ring, the enemy of the Dusk Moon, the Great Forbidden Magician, the Watchman of Chang'an, the Dragon of Aurora, the defender of Danfeng Lucerne and the savior of all Goethes, Your Excellency Kant!"

He paved the way for Kant and rolled his name.

"Goethes, thank you and respect you!"

The old man walked to the end of the aisle, turned sideways, and bent over.

Kant stopped for a moment and smiled slowly.

He took a step, walked past the old man, and walked to the podium in front of him. The semi-circular stone ring was the handrail of the guardrail. The moment he stepped forward, the dazzling brilliance lit up along the magic pattern, and the pumice stone pumice podium floated up. Suspended upwards in the sky.

He stood on this stage and looked around. The circular seats around him were full of people, their robes were different, some knew, some didn't, the law department tutors of the universities, the ministers of the legal department, and the various mages. The tower owner of the tower, the leaders of the Mage Legion, and even the priests of the Church of the Sun.

All stood up and bowed to him.

The wisest and most powerful pioneers, power men and researchers in this continent, the essence of Goethe's wisdom, gather here, the power of the elements dances here, and the echo of wisdom resonates here.

In the past, he was an introvert and would get nervous when speaking in a crowded place, but now, being watched by these people, Kant's mentality has changed. Facing the pressure and anger brought by Big Bob and the five permanent members of the United Nations, he has All disappear virtually.

He said, "The Goethes!"

Everyone looked at him.

There is no contempt, only respect and recognition.

"This is not to ask for compensation, I am just here to borrow your wisdom and strength, which is what this package is about."

Extraction, the bag in his hand suddenly collapsed, and the locusts flew away.

Void stagnation, mind power control, space confinement, holy light locking, and even wind grip, the hand of the mage.

All kinds of glow, magic and spiritual power are reflected in the void. The casters on the seat do whatever they want, manipulating the powerful magic power to gather invisible control power, and the locusts are grabbed by invisible hands and pulled to There are magicians, arcanists, naturalists, druids, and priests of various factions around them. They have thousands of years of experience, accumulation, records and cases in other worlds, and they use mystery to fight mystery.

See, Horus.

I am not alone in any world.

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PS1: Seven thousand words in this chapter! Damn, I didn't break the chapter, I was moved! What's the ticket for the blade!