Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The swarming Grywender swarms obscured the sky, casting a terrifying shadow.

The sky in Moyani was completely dark.

The silver-gray locusts swayed like a blizzard, and the sky was filled with the humming of their wings.

They are devourers, they are destroyers, they are destroyers, the life of mortals is like a candle in the wind under their sharp teeth, the fruits of civilization are just fruits waiting to be plundered, and it only takes one day to make a building with a long history. The city has turned into ruins, they come from all directions, ancient, otherworld, modern, earth, the traces of terror across the fog of time, descended on this poor city.

But the heaven of the tabernacle unfolds here.

The radiance gallops, the blazing light shines, like the crown of miracles turned into a holy shelter, shrouded the city that is about to be destroyed, the mad, desperate and mourning people look up at the sky of light that rises above their heads, and the holy veil is dispelled. The shadow of the swarm drowned out the humming of the horn of death, and the light was hope.

It has been the case since time immemorial.

All collapses and turmoil cease immediately, and the desires of darkness can no longer corrupt people's hearts, because the light has come, and hope has sprung up.

The screams of fear ceased, the shoving and surging crowds ceased, the people with evil impulses in this apocalyptic scene stopped in horror, and the crying and shouting of the collapse gradually subsided, and there was only one left. The joyful weeping of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, the poor people either fell to the ground, knelt down reverently, or wept each other, all rejoicing and fearing in their own way.

No one is looking into what's going on here, no one's looking to find out who's in charge of it all, for these innocent and poor people, not so long ago, living in safety was an unimaginable luxury, at this time At this moment, the only thing in their minds is that they don't have to die.

For a time, the whole city was full of cries of the afterlife.

For the superhumans who have just entered the city and have special purposes, the meaning of this scene is different. They have witnessed all this in the central area of ​​​​light.

They saw that Kant's whole body was shining brilliantly, as if he had transformed into a spirit body of light. He raised his brilliant scepter high and hit the ground, and the splendid burst of light set off huge waves.

Beneath the earth, unimaginable divine power is rushing wildly, the sacred fire draws a ring of protection on the edge of the city, the dome of light rises, countless strange runes and illusory light bricks are stacked, nearly a hundred square kilometers of land and Hundreds of thousands of people are sheltered in it, preventing the coming disaster.

This scene is like a miracle.

The ubiquitous holy light illuminates the surprised, horrified and disbelieving faces of every superhuman.

The shrine constructed of pure light reflected on their retinas, on the portable photography equipment in their hands, on the imaging equipment of high-definition satellites in low-Earth orbit.

Witnessed by everyone involved, bystanders and superiors.

So the earth knows today how far the extraordinary can achieve.

The videos and images delivered to the world in a short period of time through high-definition satellite and data networks are placed in front of every head of state and politician who is qualified to know about it.

For a while, different skin color, different language, different appearance, the same shock, the same incredible, after that, there is jealousy, jealousy, and even anger.

From a white house in Washington, DC, there was an angry roar, a transoceanic call.

"What are you doing! Chinese! You have allowed a wild superhuman to grow to such a degree, and know nothing about it! You are proud of the long-established national household registration system! You boast all day long What about the big data system! Omg! I thought he was just a Bruce Lee!"

Foul language and rants in various languages ​​spewed from the mouths of well-dressed national dignitaries.

They are all greeting China in unison.

Because Kant uses this shrine that shines in the world and prohibits disasters, and guides the extraordinary people all over the world to another way... It is a brand-new, terrifying, and variable future.

The extraordinary people from all countries gathered in Moyani held their breaths.

Trembling with excitement, fear and disbelief.

Because everything is what they see with their own eyes.

Seeing Kant turned into a light spirit, he raised the sanctuary with a scepter and sheltered a city.

They did not see the shadow of technology, did not see steel, circuits, gunpowder and chips, how sacred and pure the power of light was, far beyond each of them, and did not rely on any external force of technology.

These extraordinary beings are assigned tasks by the government, and loyalty is naturally the first priority.

They were recruited by the government and became the best of the best. It's not like in stupid comics, the heroes and superpowers who saved the world are only paid tens of thousands of dollars a year. This kind of **** is only worthy of the setting. Heck, their salaries are not far from those of Wall Street executives, and they also have a full range of welfare policies and tax incentives, unimaginable privileges, courtesy and respect from the government.

And a whole dedicated logistics team.

They enjoy a completely different life than before. With the support and guidance of relevant departments, they hone their skills and learn combat skills. They trust the judgment of scientists and the power of science and technology. The weapons, equipment and In terms of thinking, the combat power has grown exponentially, they are used to the assistance of technology and equipment, and firmly believe that that is the way of the future...until today.

In front of them, someone killed an extraordinary person like them who had been recruited, directed and dispatched by the government like a dog, and then opened the firmament of light that enveloped the entire city with one hand.

No technology is used, no equipment is used.

But it showed another way, far stronger than each of them combined.

The staring and indifferent eyes showed the humility of the heart.

He really didn't target anyone.

The holy curtain unfolded, Kant stood under the radiant sky, and was watched by countless people. At this moment, he became the focus of the whole world without any objection, and the most powerful people on earth were watching him.

His gaze crossed the instructor who was standing there dumbfounded.

It fell on the terrified Americans.

"As you just said."

He said to the old cowboy: "I have faced those **** bugs and saved everyone in this city at their hands, I think I have done this, and America came to me to count the one just now. Let’s write the account—so, what did my impulse lead to?”

After speaking, he took a step towards the other party.

The Americans backed away like frightened rabbits.

Lao Hei's eyes were extremely embarrassing, and his remorse could not be concealed.

The previous harsh words stemmed from self-esteem and self-confidence. Although most Americans scolded the government every day, they were arrogant and arrogant in their hearts and loved their country. They were convinced that the United States was the country of heaven, a beacon of civilization, and must be a beacon of civilization. Will save, protect and guide the whole world, and China is just an evil country resisting under the brilliance of freedom, how can it shrink and make concessions under the deterrence of the other side?

He prides himself on his dignity as an American, and is confident that the United States is invincible in the world. Even if he made harsh words in person, Kant would not dare to do anything to them. After all, he was just talking, and they did not attack. Could Kant be against them because of these few words? Is America the enemy? Provocation of France and provocation of the United States are two completely different concepts - but the world is always unexpected, and it doesn't take a second to slap the face.

Under such circumstances, even the thick-skinned, tongue-in-cheek, confident and domineering Americans don't know how to end... especially in the face of such a force.

Old Hei's complexion changed, sometimes black and red, sometimes dark green, he took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Okay, okay, you won, we admit defeat, what do you want?"

Kant looked at the corpse of the Frenchman lying on the ground and said, "Choose one."

This time, there is no need for an instructor to translate, and Iron Son has already done his business.

Can act as a real-time translation assistant.

The translation software cooperates with Kant's bulk English, which has a strong internal taste.

"Put out a pie like him and bake it on the ground," Kant said. "Or go to someone's house and borrow some tools politely—wash and clean the ground for me."

The Yankees barely understand Kant's terrible English with a heavy accent and weird grammar - a cleaner? They instinctively wanted to reject this humiliation, and they heard Kant say again: "You must wash! Otherwise, there will be no chance! Otherwise, you will lie on the ground like him!"

"Not only to clean, but also to say 'Thank you Conde' a hundred times aloud!"

Looking at the other party's expression of anger and refusal to speak, Kant saw the fear and fear in their hearts from their faces, and he snorted: "Take high-tech weapons, wear high-tech equipment, meddle around, and be a pioneer of freedom. , is it useful to be the boss of the world? Follow your great commander..."

He is about to finish the soul interpretation.

At this moment, the holy curtain roared, and the screams came one after another. Above the sky, the swarms gathered into a dozen white giant pythons that penetrated the sky and slammed into the dome of light!

At the attacked position, Shenghui fluctuated and shone like flowing water.

"Oh hoo."

He looked up at the sky and said, "Big Bob is really a character. He wasn't shocked for too long, and he wasn't scared away. He seems to have figured it out, and he knew that I would never let him go."

So it will be decisive to let go.

—Maybe the French reminded him too, but that doesn't matter.

He glanced at the American: "Look, things have changed again, why don't you say a few more words?"

The old man ignored him.

Then he looked at the instructor: "Help me tell these ghosts and ghosts in the whole city that now, because of their illegal entry, they have been detained by the war lord conferred by King Komora, let them organize themselves, stand in line here, and tell them for me , Whoever moves, who dies, don't say it's unpredictable."

The instructor's eyes were extremely complicated.

He knew what it meant by the power that Kant displayed today.

Finally couldn't help it.

He said: "You... if you have this kind of power, why bother to go to the French?"

Kant's expression was light and calm: "If you don't play a show, will Big Bob deliver it to your door?"

That indifferent gaze, that calm demeanor, is like a wise man who has everything under control.

At this moment, Iron Son's voice sounded in the earphones.

"Father, I know that you are immersed in the joy of pretending to be a big success in front of the whole world, and I know that you are reaping the joyful fruits of pretending to your heart's content, but I have to remind you that the dome of the Holy Tabernacle provided by the Church of the Sun is a A mobile version for emergency use, rather than a semi-permanent hardened fortification, which means its carrying capacity is capped... We still have to use offense instead of defense.”

Kant listened without changing his face, and said softly: "It's time."

The holy brilliance shone, the star-power divine ring flowed out of the sun and fire, and the blazing rays of light intertwined into dazzling wings of light behind Kant. Under the exclamations and gazes of everyone, Kant flew up and rushed into the sky.

Of course, it is the flying scrolls that are secretly activated that are responsible for the sky.

Light Wing is a fashion skin, and its role is to pretend.

When the holy curtain was opened, Kant flew out, the wings of light shone, and the holy flame was roaring.

He stood in the air, standing on the holy screen, turning a blind eye to the swarms of insects roaring and scattered in all directions.

"Bob Bourjou!" he said, "starting from my father, and then to your son, the grievance between our two families has reached the present, a lot of blood has been shed, a lot of people have died, and it involves the level of permanent members. The major powers involved in the future changes of the international situation, and today we will solve some things."

"—So, before we start, won't we say a few words?"

The swarm was still dancing wildly, but it stopped impacting the light curtain. After a moment of silence, the locusts danced, regrouped, and finally gathered in the air into a huge face of anger, a single lip more than Kant. To be high, in the sky, like a demon looking down on the earth.

Terrifying.

He said, "Kant."

It was the sound of locusts vibrating their wings.

Evil and terrifying.

But I have to say, this is much better than playing Qianben Sakura with a calculator.

If you put it on the YouTube, you can hit over 100 million clicks.

This old thing has gained so much benefit, and it is not good to do something, and it must be against human beings.

Kant said: "Is this what you are now? Human works describe a fictional race, like the social structure of ants. The entire group has only one supreme independent consciousness, and that consciousness has absolute control over other members. …Big Bob, does your will control this from afar, or does it co-exist with these locusts, scattered among each individual?"

The angry mask said slowly: "When I devour you, you will understand."

Sure enough, as his father said, as a legendary mercenary, he is good at many languages, and such characteristics and talents have also been passed on to little Bob.

Kant said: "You are as confident as your son, and you really have a family background."

"This can no longer make me angry, Kant, the so-called descendants are nothing but blood, property, achievements, obsessions, and an extension of life, a helpless act when life is limited. When I am detached, the life and death of my children are of no importance. , let alone hatred at all, and descendants are nothing but such things.”

Big Bob said, "It's a pity you'll never understand that."

Because I'm here to kill you, your life is coming to an end.

—Deep and intense killing intent echoed in the will of the swarm.

Not hatred, but longing.

However, Kant was furious.

"Let your **** mother screw you ass! Why do you say that!?"

His face was full of exasperated fury.

"…"

Um? ? ? ?

Big Bob was surprised.

But the anger of the enemy is a good thing, he said: "It's funny, anger often stems from fear, and fear often stems from lack of confidence. It seems that you have expected your end."

Kant jumped and said, "It's not your turn to say that you, the old French idiot who was half-cut to the ground and gave birth to a son by playing with insects and died with no bones left, said!"

Um?

I always feel that the topic is a bit wrong, but no matter what, it's good to talk about it.

Big Bob explained: "I think I need to change one of your misconceptions. As a fighter, you have to know the life of your opponent in detail. The records about my personal life are all on Wikipedia. If you If you watch it, you will know that in the 1970s, when I was secretly controlling a country, in order to follow the local customs, I married six wives, and had many sons and daughters..."

"—Fuck your mother! Go to hell!"

The lightsaber instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and the arc blade swept across.

The avatar constructed by Big Bob was split in two, but this was meaningless, and the reconstituted mask said in amazement, "Why are you angry?"

- It doesn't seem right!

But it doesn't matter.

He said slowly: "Your life will come to an end here, including your father, including this city, I will teach you one more thing, fighting is fighting, you don't have to waste your words, and there is no grace to talk about, Europe The so-called aristocratic spirit of not killing captives in ancient times is just for ransom. As for respecting the opponent, it is the imagination of the literati... The real battle is cruel and dirty, exuding the stench of flesh and blood."

"Finally a word for you, Greenhouse Flowers—if your opponent agrees to your childish request to have a warrior-to-warrior conversation with you, he's probably scheming."

For example, underground.

The earth shook, the rumbling muffled sound came from the ground, and the Nydus worms gathered by the locust swarm traveled through the ground, about to reach the bottom of Komora - this is a classic tactic since ancient times.

Kant showed a hideous smile, how hideous this smile was, and the murderous aura was already full.

-idiot!

Do you think that I rescued the king and performed an extremely wonderful execution in front of the extraordinary people of various countries and the heads of states all over the world, just to pretend!

To buy time for Horus!

Do you think that when I was pretending to be in front of the world's leaders, dignitaries, intelligence officers, and even the extraordinary, Horus was digging and running in the muddy, humid, hot, and muddy ground of Moyani, just to bury a few sacred artifacts of the church? ? He buried something else, old man!

He reaches out.

Snap your fingers.

The earth shook, violent totems bombarded the ground, and the strong vibrations changed the physical properties of the soil, solidified, sealed, and applied magic to suppress and strike. The dark clouds on the horizon were surging, and as seen from the satellite cloud map, strange celestial phenomena were slowly converging. From The Longwei crystal obtained from Lily was hidden in front of her chest, and Kant looked ahead, waiting angrily and calmly—this is forcing you to die today!

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PS1: 5,000 words... I didn't sleep well yesterday, I'm not in good spirits today, my brain is a little dull, I'm tired of typing, good night.