2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The rock lion is as tall and tall as a pine tree, standing on the high wall, with brown eyes shining brightly.

In the warehousing company park that had been reduced to scorched earth, high-rise buildings burning with flames collapsed, and surging mud waves carried several broken buildings toward the center.

Gradually, a stone ball whose size was not inferior to that of the Molten Demon Lord took shape. It was gray and mottled in color, and its surface was as smooth as if it had been polished, shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The rock lion's figure swayed, and his resolute face became a little pale.

The damaged buildings were almost mixed together by his brute force, and there were almost no gaps inside. This was done to make the stone balls as hard as possible, but it inevitably also produced a huge amount of consumption.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms flat in front of his chest, and tightened them inward slowly and forcefully.

And as he moved, the huge stone ball in the distance gradually shrank until it was two-thirds of its original size.

Yan Muyun looked at this scene and felt a little excited.

Jun Qianmian easily strangled the parasitic beast with his body, Yan Yiming suppressed the king-level alien species alone, and the rock lion fell into the mountain with a wave of his hand... They all developed their own abilities to the extreme, and performed far beyond their imagination. The powerful effect of knowledge.

Although my [Silver Guard] has no offensive ability, with continuous practice, it will definitely reach a level that can influence the overall situation.

For example, drawing the ground as a prison can trap the king-level alien species and protect itself at the same time. If the current situation occurs again in the future, the Special Branch will not be afraid of being short of manpower.

People are different, have different interests, and are good at different things, so people with amazing talents emerge from time to time in various fields. There are also differences between awakened ones and awakened ones. Each ability has a unique and irreplaceable effect.

But... I still feel envious.

Yan Muyun turned his head and looked at the two serious-faced men beside him, the corners of his mouth curved a little bitterly.

Guardians are certainly respectable, but after all, warriors who defeat enemies are most in line with a man's spirit.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun suddenly felt a little hot all over his body. It's not the heat from the outside, but an indescribable burning sensation from the inside out.

...

In a dark room, a bishop wearing a classic gray robe, oily hair and sunglasses stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, his dark brown eyes as deep as an ancient well.

In the center of the scorched earth, the mottled stone ball has been shaped into a column by an invisible force, just like the divine needle that stands tall in the sky and fixes the sea in mythology.

The bishop looked away expressionlessly, walked slowly to the corner of the room, stood in front of the frightened middle-aged man in a suit, and said quietly: "Are you ready?"

Got no response.

The bishop looked at him quietly, feeling a little regretful.

It was completely luck that I was able to find such a unique and wonderful power.

Although China has one of the most complete superpower monitoring systems in the world, even so, there are still many superpowers that are not recorded.

Many people among the people choose to conceal their special abilities and use them as a tool to seek unfair benefits. It can only be said that this is the bad nature of human beings. Only the weak and honest people are restricted by the rules. Only the brave can get along well.

The man in front of him was no exception. He secretly obtained many benefits by relying on his unregistered abilities. But in the eyes of the bishop, these are just trivial matters, a waste of resources for this special ability.

If possible, he would also like to keep this ability and use it for more critical occasions in the future.

But there is no other way now. This plan is crucial to the Order, and the Holy Lord's debut ceremony must be grand and eye-catching.

The bishop secretly regretted it, but his face remained calm: "Are you ready?"

The middle-aged man shuddered as if waking up from a dream, and raised his head with a pale face: "Okay, what are you ready for?"

"Sacrifice." The bishop's voice was low and magnetic: "Great and glorious...sacrifice, a hymn for the coming of the supreme being in the universe."

"Madman! You crazy people!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted hysterically and shrank back with his hands and feet. However, he had his back against the wall and could not escape the shadow cast by the setting sun on the bishop.

The bishop's face darkened: "As promised, if you cooperate, your family will have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives..."

"I'm going to die, who knows if you will keep your promise! You crazy people, you guys are all crazy!" The middle-aged man who had always been timid became extremely excited.

It seemed that he knew that his fate could not be changed, and he was no longer afraid of anything. He punched the wall to interrupt the other party's words.

The bishop waited expressionlessly for him to finish, and then continued slowly: "If you don't cooperate, you will bear the consequences."

Wearing a white suit, the short Eugene walked over from the side, holding a tablet in his hand.

The picture on the screen showed that this was a bus. There was a middle-aged woman sitting in the seat diagonally in front of her, holding a little girl who was only a few years old with braids in her arms.

The woman's back is facing the camera, while the little girl is sitting facing her mother, so her young and cute face can be seen.

"Wife, ice cream..." The middle-aged man's pupils shrank and he muttered subconsciously.

At this time, the little girl's soft voice came from the tablet: "Mom, where is daddy? I'm looking for daddy."

"Be good, mom said, dad may be in another car. We can see him when we get to our destination." The woman rubbed her daughter's head.

The conversation between the two people was very clear, and they must have been equipped with a special radio device.

"Then why doesn't Dad reply to messages? And you can't get through on the phone." The little girl's voice was a little aggrieved.

"Maybe he dropped his cell phone. There are many people in the place where he works. If they are crowded, it is easy to lose things. Well, that's probably it." The woman's voice was gentle, trying her best to comfort her daughter, but there was still trouble in her tone. Cover up worries.

"But, mom..."

The little girl's voice stopped suddenly, and Eugene put the tablet away with a smile.

"One meter." The bishop stretched out a finger and said calmly: "You should have seen from the picture just now that our people are only one meter away from your wife and children."

The middle-aged man seemed to have had all the bones in his body taken away. He was so limp that he no longer had any strength. He just whispered in his mouth: "You crazy people, you will definitely get retribution, you will definitely be punished by the gods... ..."

"God?"

The bishop, who had always had an indifferent expression, suddenly sneered: "The gods themselves cannot protect themselves, so how can they have time to pay attention to you."