2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

On the rooftop of a high-rise building, the bishop was holding the railing tightly with both hands, and his gray robe was rustling in the wind.

Through his smart pupils, he stared at the Molten Lord who fell to the ground and lost his voice in the distance, as well as the bloody figure standing on the corpse. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then... what kind of abnormality is that?" Can? What kind of monster is he?!"

Suddenly, the bishop realized something and was shocked, and he forcibly looked away.

Even though they were nearly a thousand meters away, he didn't dare to show too much hostility for fear of being noticed by the opponent's golden eyes.

It was discovered that the plan had to be implemented in advance, and only two of the four king-level mutants originally arranged were summoned. The deputy director of the Special Branch was not dead, the owner of the Golden Eyes was not dead, and even the king-level alien molten lord was killed before he could cause any trouble...

Failure, a complete failure. I have failed the Order and the Holy Lord. I am afraid that I will be dismissed or even executed if I go back this time.

The bishop seemed to have been drained of all his strength. If it were not for the support of the railings, he would have been kneeling on the ground.

"Master Bishop, the sky is cracking!" Eugene, a short man in a white suit, suddenly shouted.

What?

The bishop's heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky, and then his eyes suddenly widened.

The sun has almost completely sunk into the sea, leaving only its last ray of light.

In the center of the dark blue sky, a long and narrow gap was slowly expanding, followed by a heart-stopping boundless darkness.

The bishop knelt on the ground, with ecstasy on his face: "It's Him... He's going to take action!"

This is tantamount to saying that the disaster he created has been "approved" by the god.

I'm saved.

The bishop's mouth widened into an almost maniacal smile.

...

Where am I?

Yan Muyun opened his eyes, and his vision was pitch black without any light.

"Turn around." A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Is this... my voice?

He turned around and saw a mirror, a mirror standing in the darkness of nothingness, with three blurry figures reflected in it.

"Go forward." His own voice came from behind again, gentle and clear.

"Oh." Yan Muyun took a few steps forward, and the three figures in the mirror gradually became clearer.

He stood in the middle, with himself standing behind him on the right, his whole body exuding a silvery light, and standing behind him on his left, his whole body shrouded in a hazy blood-colored mist.

Are there three me here?

Yan Muyun turned his head and looked behind him, but only saw boundless darkness. He had no choice but to look back at the mirror again.

"You're dead." This voice was a little cold and disgusting, completely different from the voice that guided him to the mirror.

Yan Muyun subconsciously looked at the figure at the rear left in the mirror, who also raised his blood-red eyes and looked at him with scorching eyes.

"You're not dead." The silver figure said with a smile.

"You should have died." The blood-red figure said solemnly.

"But you are indeed not dead now." The silver figure said gently.

"You'd be dead without me."

"But you have him, so you're not dead."

Yan Muyun had a headache and frowned slightly: "So what do you want to express?"

...

Huli District, Menxia City.

"Team King! The Black Falcon was attacked by the Spider Demon, and his life or death is unknown now!"

"Team King, I have been entangled by an unidentified awakened person, and I am temporarily unable to join you."

"Captain Wang, Tongding...has lost his vital signs..."

Bad news came from the headset again and again, making Wang Jinwu, the captain of the Gray Mountain Team, look ashen.

Two team members died and one team member is missing. At least three elite-level mutants and five mature mutants can be confirmed in the surrounding area.

Facing such a large number of powerful alien species, at least two teams would be sent out in normal times, but now only the Gray Mountain team is supporting them alone.

There were even several unidentified hostile awakened people nearby, making sneak attacks from time to time.

And...it.

Wang Jinwu raised his head, his eyes reflecting the mountain-like figure not far away.

Against the backdrop of that huge body, the tall buildings built by human civilization look like lifelike models in comparison, looking fragile and ridiculous.

"Everyone, give up attacking the King Titan and join up with the nearest teammates as quickly as possible." Wang Jinwu no longer hesitated and immediately issued the order.

"receive!"

"receive."

"receive."

The team members' responses came from the headset.

Wang Jinwu felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

The current situation is definitely not something that the Gray Mountain Team can handle alone. What they can do now is to avoid casualties and try to preserve their strength and wait for support.

etc!

Wang Jinwu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up at the sky, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

I saw a thin crack in the center of the dark blue sky, and there was a faint golden light surging behind it.

God...is it actually God who takes action?

"You bastard, you're dead." Wang Jinwu's simple face flushed red, and he felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and he cast his eyes viciously at the mountain-like figure not far away again.

However, this glance poured cold water on his head, and his hands, feet and back instantly became cold.

The giant with bronze skin and muscles all over his body was looking down at something, the vertical pupils on his forehead opened, emitting a faint blue light.

With the Eye of Stone, the creature being stared at will turn into stone and freeze in place, and will not recover until at least 10 seconds.

Following the giant's gaze downward, two figures wearing pitch-black combat uniforms could be seen stopping in mid-air, as if the time around them had been paused.

The King of Titans raised his arm, and the palm that was enough to completely grasp the entire building was covered like a dark cloud. The fierce wind pressure caused by this action had even scraped the surface of the two petrified figures. crack.

"No!" Wang Jinwu's eyes were about to burst, and his body shot out like a cannonball. At the same time, his arms suddenly moved forward.

The Titan King's downward palm paused, as if pressed against some invisible object, unable to move any further.

Wang Jinwu's eyes were red, large snowflakes sprayed from the corners of his mouth, and scarlet earthworms snaked down his ears, but he still raised his arms stubbornly.

He has an A-level telekinesis ability. He can resist the Titan King's attack head-on and consume all his power in an instant.

Hold on... hold on a little longer, just hold on for ten seconds...

He kept roaring in his heart.

...

In the darkness of nothingness.

"If someone slaps you, but you block it, and you are unharmed, and the other person immediately apologizes, what will you do? Slap him back, or let it go." The blood-red figure in the mirror asked.

"Forgive him. It didn't cause any serious consequences anyway. How long will it take to retaliate?" Yan Muyun was a little indifferent.

"Why repay kindness with kindness?" the blood-red figure asked.

"Only repay kindness with kindness and repay hatred with straightness." The silver-white figure said leisurely.

"So you two are a team?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened. He always thought that these two "selves" represented two different ideas.

"I am you, he is you, you are you, you are the only one here." The silver figure smiled and stretched out his hand, and the illusory fingertips penetrated Yan Muyun's back and emerged from his chest.