Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Paradoxical elements flowed underground and swept through everything like a river of styx. The Greywind swarm and drones traveled across the river, searching for everything in this huge underground palace.

Low-value items such as property and arms are not worth mentioning, and the most important thing is all kinds of evidence, documents, files and instruments of torture, including physical files and computer hard drives, and a large number of video products.

Here is the gold-selling cave where the rich people spend a lot of money and sway. Horus also quickly found the ledger and is conducting a detailed comparison.

"In addition, after the statistics, we found a total of 62 survivors." Iron Son reported, "Only 26 people are in good health, because it is not their turn yet."

"The rest of the people suffered varying degrees of minor and serious injuries."

Kant pondered for a moment and sighed: "Let's put it in the White Mist World first."

Rich people who seek pleasure here are of course dragged into the White Mist World to be punished, but innocent people who can be taken captive here are somewhat difficult to handle.

You can't kill them, and you can't let them go. If you let them go, it will cause unnecessary trouble, and secondly, you can't ensure their safety... You can only keep them in the white fog world first.

He shook his head: "I'll think about how to place them."

"As a matter of fact," Horus said, "they want to see you .

Kant frowned, and Sarana's face appeared in his mind. The experience and ending of this woman were still shocking his heart and fueling his anger. He was not in the mood to see other victims.

"...Tell me, I have to take it slow, the injured person will be treated with scrolls and holy water..."

"Really!?" Transformers said in surprise, "Then I can go!"

"…and many more!"

Kant's face changed and he hummed, "Damn it."

Really let Horus take his place to appease the victims, God knows what this villain will say.

The gate of phase opened, and Kant's figure disappeared from the earth. Horus, who was still searching in the underground theater, stopped and smiled softly.

White mist world, under the scorching sun of West Africa, in an oasis.

Dozens of people in what looked like prison uniforms surveyed everything around them in dazed horror.

In the last second, they were helplessly fearing and praying in the dark and dreary single-person prison. In the blink of an eye, the world turned upside down, and the wasteland in the distance was endless, silent and isolated from the world.

Some people have already cried, but more people don't know whether they should be happy or sad, they have come to this no-man's place, but away from that terrible hell.

They don't know why they are here, they try to shout, but no one responds.

where is this place?

At this moment, there was an abnormal sound not far away, and in the sound like lightning roaring and shaking the air, a black portal opened in the void.

People stepped back in surprise, hugged each other, and let out a cry of panic and fear.

Then they froze.

Because they saw the blazing holy brilliance, the figure walking out of the gate of the void was guarded by the cape and sash of the ghostly dream, the brilliant wings of light fluttered in the air behind him, and his face was hidden in the light. Under the hood, do not look directly at it, the brilliance is like a god.

The sluggish people's knees are weak, and they will kneel on the ground subconsciously.

"Don't kneel."

Like a law of steel, people's knees are straight, and there is a force behind them that drives them to straighten their backs and look directly at this brilliant and holy great one.

Kant walked towards them, and the crowd parted in awe. In addition to these bewildered survivors, there were dozens of lightly or seriously injured lying on the ground.

The star ring exudes a soft radiance, nourishing the tragic injury and soothing the painful heart. Kant walked towards the most seriously injured person. The man's face had been peeled off in half, and the **** half of his face had been peeled off. Revealing endless pain and hideousness, the fresh muscle tissue is clearly affected.

The warm holy radiance flowed past, spreading the scarred body, flesh and blood, and the injury recovered. Until the radiance dissipated, this strong man has returned to his original appearance.

People who saw it all cried.

The man who broke free from the death line opened his eyes blankly, he saw the scene in front of him, and he will always remember this shocking sacredness.

"Who are you?" He parted his dry lips. "Are you an angel?"

"Do not."

Kant said slowly: "I am a human being who is more powerful than you due to fate."

The light wings turned into dazzling stars and dissipated, the paradox elements escaped into the air, and the savior returned to his original face, with black hair and yellow skin, and a calm expression. He grabbed the opponent's hand and pulled him up.

The crowd was a little turbulent, and a few Asians showed excitement, but they didn't make any noise or chaos, because the shock of the shocking appearance just now still lingers in their hearts.

Kant stared at the man who asked him: "You must have a lot of questions."

"Yes," the man replied. "Where is this place? Why are we here?"

"This is a safe place, away from the world, and I bring you here."

"That is to say?"

"You are saved."

There was a brief silence, and the survivors cheered and cried with joy, they embraced each other, and shouted loudly—captive and imprisoned under the stables, they already knew what they were about to face.

The man who was rescued by Kant was very calm, or rather, his calmness was familiar to Kant.

It's crazy cool, it's cool crazy.

Because unlike the victims in the cell, he has seen what **** looks like.

"Then," he said, "how shall we repay you?"

"No need to answer."

"Is it because we didn't repay your value?"

"No, it's because the real angel didn't ask for anything in return." Kant said slowly, "I don't need your reward, or even your thanks, but I ask you to do one thing."

"Please say."

"Sarana, I want you to remember this name and be forever grateful to her." Kant paused for a moment, then said, "She guided me to the prison under the horse farm, and if she hadn't met me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been there. The hellish place will be known, and you will die of malice and madness tonight."

"If I may, I express my gratitude in person."

"You don't have this chance. She died, before you. The holy soul has returned to heaven, and she has completed her mortal task... I hope someone remembers her name."

"…what."

The man was silent, the muscles on his face twitching constantly.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head: "So, can we go home?"

The survivors showed hope. They fell into the snares and darkness for various reasons. In these days of darkness, fear and despair, home has become the most missed place.

"No, not for now."

The unhesitating veto made people look uneasy and sad, but they didn't question or protest—but if Kant had appeared as a mortal in the first place, I'm afraid things would have been very different.

Kant glanced at the people: "You are not caught by an ordinary criminal group, but a huge organization. You escaped from death, but you are still under their roster and watch, once they find you safe. Going home, I'm afraid it will bring trouble to you and your family."

This logic is simple and easy to understand, at least during this period of captivity, they already know how lawless it is to kidnap and imprison them... The law can no longer be trusted.

"But it's not permanent. In three years, three years at the latest, you can go back to the sun and hug your long-separated family members. I will reunite you with your family members."

Kant patiently reassures those who have nothing to do with him.

It's just for the end of Sarana's life, and he also has to settle the remaining survivors. He failed to save Sarana's life, but he can continue the meaning of her life in another way.

see it? Your life is not meaningless.

Even after death, your grace and good deeds can still bequeath these innocent creatures.

Great joy and great sadness, the surviving people looked confused, they looked at each other, and someone said timidly: "But, sir, what are we going to do and what to do in these three years?"

"You can live here, you can build a home here, I will provide you with the necessary living materials and learning materials, you can live here, heal your wounds, learn a skill, and prepare for your life in three years. …”

At this moment, the man suddenly said, "Sir, why is it three years?"

Kant looked at him.

The other party looked at Kant without fear.

Not just him, but all those who have recovered from serious injuries.

They had endured the worst torture and despair, and should have died, but the paradox element and the holy light of the sun saved their dying lives.

Now, these people who have escaped from death have no fear and cowardice at all.

It was as if these emotions had disappeared from life.

They stood in place, exuding a strange and fierce temperament, dumbfounded.

The man asked, "After three years, we won't have to worry about the revenge of the criminal group? May I think that you are going to rout and destroy them during these three years?"

Kant thought for a while: "You can think so."

In fact, it may not take so long, and the reason why it is three years is not because of this.

"So, can I follow you? Can I fight like you?"

The familiar calm and madness in the eyes of the other party made Kant feel like a lifetime away.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "It's not that simple, my friend. After waiting here for three years, you can start a new life. Following me is a road that cannot be turned back."

The man's face twitched violently, and the fierce breath made the people around him retreat subconsciously: "Following you, don't you have to worry about being betrayed by the corrupt bureaucrats of this country for investigating the disappearance of people, the death threats to the family, and being kidnapped to the dark underground execution ground. Exhausted?"

"Yes." Kant said solemnly, "Follow me, you are no longer a prey, but a hunter."

"Then I shall enjoy their fear."

There was some disturbing madness lingering on the man's face, he was clearly abnormal, as if his life had become incomplete, a piece of his soul was missing...he should have died long ago.

Kant took a deep look at the other party and turned to leave: "Someone will come to pick you up in a while. You have another chance to regret it. I will arrange training for you. Once you join, you can't go back."

"gentlemen!"

The man shouted behind Kant: "We will remember Sarana, you say she is a real angel, then I swear to you that her holy blood will flow in my body, and I will use mine Remember her for the rest of your life and let her name be imprinted in my blood, in my gratitude, in my anger!"

Kant stopped: "Your name."

"Astaros - lord, sire, king, master... whatever I want to call you."

"Then, Astaros." Kant stared into each other's eyes, "Are you angry?"

The other party was startled, then nodded with a grin.

"—Yeah."

Yeah, so do I.

The survivors watched Kant turn into a streamer and disappear into the sky.

An angel fell to earth.

Then, 10,000 demons will be buried with her.

The Jurban area of ​​the White Mist World, the desert Gobi in the north, is the trial ground for the prisoners.

The men and women who could barely see the splendor and noble temperament of the past were covered with terrifying corruption, their faces were distorted, and they were described as terrifying, and they acted like walking dead.

Some people are typing fast in front of the computer, and some people are talking at length in front of the camera. They can't control their bodies and mouths, because their irresistible will suppresses their souls.

Private accounts, criminal records, social connections, privacy secrets…

All kinds of dark inside stories and news, countless confessions, shady relations with the British government, and connections with the Round Table... All kinds of **** stuff flowed out endlessly.

Gerrard said that the wealthy people here are enough to influence the whole of England and even the whole world through the net of interests and social circles. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

"It's an eye-opener." Horus commented, "The nobles of Far Harbor are far worse than them, in terms of style, influence, ideas, methods, and creativity."

Kant snorted.

Immediately afterwards, Iron Son asked again: "What do you want to do with your confession? The media has the right to speak in the Western world. There is no possibility of large-scale dissemination of these things. Most of the world's media giants are their own people - think To punish them, you don't need conclusive evidence in the written sense, right?"

"of course not."

"What's the use of that?"

"Excellent handle, conducive to the operation of commercial acquisitions."

"what?"

"With a blow of anger and stirring up the situation, even if you hide your whereabouts and eliminate evidence, you will probably be suspected. I got rid of so many important people tonight, turned England upside down, and even risked a full-scale war. In this case, if you don't grab something..."

Condé said: "—that is despicable waste."

"Please speak frankly and directly."

"Oh, I want to **** away the industry and wealth of these Angsa devils, give full play to their huge industrial advantages, rapidly develop infrastructure, improve people's livelihood, train the army, buy weapons in the other world, and then use the equipment and Army, go back and take care of the other Angsa devils and take more things."

Horus exclaimed: "A kind of cycle."

Kant sneered: "They teach well."

He dashed back to Earth, there was no one alive in the silent horse farm, and the good horses raised here were also injected with paradox elements and brought to the White Mist World, they are more worthy of mercy than sinners.

A helicopter roared in the distance.

It seems to have found something wrong.

The fire of the phoenix shone, and Kant glanced at the surrounding environment for several kilometers: "No extraordinary person was found. The two helicopters are all human special forces... The nose of the round table is the spirit."

When he started, Horus blocked all communication signals, and no news could be sent out. He originally wanted to use this place as a battlefield to force the round table to appear. , and tortured the intelligence, but now it seems that they are not stupid.

"It makes sense," Horus said. "There are several supernatural beings stationed in this theater, but they still lose contact without a sound. If I were a round table, I also felt something was wrong."

Kant nodded: "Then, let's plan-B."

He drifted away, glanced at the flying helicopter, and said softly, "Boom."

Most of the paradoxical elements that spread across the underground theater have been recovered, but a small part has infiltrated and entangled in every corner, key node and pillar, and merged with the high-energy explosives placed.

They follow orders.

The next moment, the ground began to shake, and the flat ground in the center of the racecourse began to collapse, and the dust flew up for just a moment. Then, endless rays of light emerged from the cracks!

"-boom!"

The fierce roar is like the roar of the waves, the shining beam of light reaches the sky, and the violent shock wave slams, overturning and blowing down the vegetation in the hills and fields, and the red cloud column rises slowly!

The explosion sounded in the western suburbs of London, and the entire city was clearly visible, and the sound of the explosion spread far and wide.

A few seconds later, a commotion broke out in London.

The satellite phone rang, which was a rapid communication from within the country.

Qin Mengjin's voice was unprecedentedly dignified and hurried, and even a little more questioning: "Comrade Kant! What did you just do? Our..."

Before she could finish speaking, Kant said calmly: "When I encountered something that could not be ignored, I drew my sword in anger, that's all."

There was an urgent urging on the phone, and Qin Mengjin's voice was a little frantic: "Don't play dumb, tell me what you did? You stabbed the big basket! And..."

"No need, since seeing the injustice, I draw my sword in anger, and soldiers come and water, and I will bear it all on my own."

"you…"

"Promise me, it's for the whole world, okay?" Kant said, "Protect my parents and Xiaoman."

"You asked me to tell me if it's good!" Qin Mengjin shouted, "The embassy is in trouble!

"...Grass, you didn't say it earlier."

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PS1: Update... The charge is about to be completed, ready for the **** second wave.