2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the mirror, the blood-red figure seemed to be a little closer, and the figure was close to Yan Muyun's back: "I have been sleeping for thirty years. When I wake up again, my parents are dead and the world has become strange. You should hate and take revenge, but you just sad."

"Who do you hate? Who do you want to take revenge on?"

"The culprit."

"But...he has reasons for revenge."

"Do you approve of him killing your father?"

"I don't agree. I just think from his point of view, and I can understand it more or less." Yan Muyun sighed, and his heart became heavy: "Anyway... in the end, it was just me who slept for thirty years."

"What if you don't have me?" the silver figure suddenly asked.

"Without you..." Yan Muyun's face darkened. Without [Silver Guard], he and his parents might have died at the hands of the furious Zhang Yu, and his younger brother who was coming back from outside might also have been silenced. Danger.

"Why do you think from Zhang Yu's point of view? Has Zhang Yu thought from your point of view, your father's point of view?" The blood-red figure spoke up at the right time.

"Someone hurt you and you protected yourself. This is your ability, not a reason for the other person not to bear the consequences." The silver figure said gently.

The voice of the blood-red figure seemed to be filled with anger: "You have been sleeping for thirty years. Do you know how sad and desperate your parents are? Do you know how much suffering your brother has suffered because of you dragging him down? He should be like You also went abroad to study and learn the subjects you love, but because of you, you stayed and became a police officer."

"Don't you think you're a little selfish?" The silver-white figure spoke softly.

Yan Muyun felt as if he was struck by lightning, his body shook a few times, and he felt a chill down his spine.

"You said you think from the perspective of the person who hurt you, but in fact you only think about yourself, and you only move yourself. You think you are so tolerant and great, but you don't know..."

The two figures, red and white, slowly merged together and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Yan Muyun in the mirror.

However, at this moment, he blinked in the mirror and said calmly: "Being kind to those who hurt you means hurting those who are kind to you."

...

Huli District, Menxia City.

"Hold on!" Wang Jinwu roared almost hysterically, stretching his arms forward with all his strength.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness hit his brain. He lost consciousness and fell straight from the air.

"Team King!" A loud roar came from the distance. The body of a man wearing a black combat uniform suddenly twisted and deformed. Although he was dozens of meters away, his hands stretched like rubber, and he was dangerously entangled. That falling figure.

The man hooked his legs on the balcony of a house on the 30th floor and pulled Wang Jinwu in front of him. He looked extremely worried: "Captain Wang, Captain Wang, are you okay?"

Wang Jinwu opened his eyes, staring directly at the opponent with his blood-red eyeballs, and hissed: "Where are Gudeng and Yunyan? How are they?"

Tears rolled down from the man's eyes, and he grinned and said loudly: "Thank you for holding on for those few seconds!"

"Help me up..." Wang Jinwu's weak voice was barely audible.

The man released a hand to hold his back and help him stand up.

In the sky, the pitch-black crack had opened for thousands of meters, and a golden palm that was difficult to see with the naked eye protruded from it, with five fingers in a virtual grasp.

As if to grab the whole earth.

The Titan King, who is as tall as a mountain compared to humans, is as small as a delicate figure under the cover of this palm.

Countless brilliant golden light beams shot straight down, as if there were countless golden bridges connecting the city and the sky, and one of the thickest light beams enveloped the Titan King's whole body.

In the magnificent and holy light, this powerful alien, which had only suffered some superficial injuries under the full siege of the Gray Mountain team, seemed to have endured its own ability "Petrified Eyes" and became motionless, as if time passed by it. The flow around stopped.

At this moment, two figures flew over from a distance,

A woman with light gray wings on her back, holding a young man in her arms, hovered in front of them. Although her body was covered with hideous bloodstains, her eyes were sparkling: "King Captain!"

"Team King!" The young man in her arms who was also covered in injuries also shouted, his eyes slightly red.

Neither of them said the word "thank you", but their gratitude was beyond words.

Wang Jinwu waved his hand and looked at the big golden hand in the sky with a pair of blood-red eyes full of reverence: "What you should really thank is the gods."

...

In the southern part of Haicang District, Menxia City, above the high wall that separates the scorched earth from the normal streets.

Lan Yan, who was wearing loose clothes and with disheveled hair, was already kneeling on the ground, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking extremely respectful.

No one else present was surprised. Lan Yan's family were loyal believers in the gods, and their fanaticism was even greater than that of Europeans and Americans who had been influenced by religious culture for a long time.

Since there has been almost no religion in China's history that is similar to Christianity and Islam and can profoundly influence the culture and lifestyle of people in a large area, and after the founding of the New Republic, almost all the new generation are atheists, so the whole country has a deep attitude towards The attitude of this "god" who emerged more than 20 years ago is actually somewhat ambiguous.

It’s not that the Chinese don’t believe in this god, they just don’t do anything for him, such as praying before meals, weekly worship and other similar religious rituals.

"God... finally took action." Ning Yuansi looked up at the sky, feeling the blood surging in his chest.

Yan Yiming subconsciously glanced at Lan Yan, who was kneeling beside him to pray, and said silently in his heart: But it's a little late.

Countless dazzling light pillars shot out from the huge golden palm in the sky. If you use the Wisdom Pupil to magnify and look at the closer light beams, you can find that there is a strange species in the center of each one.

Countless alien species slowly rose into the sky under the guidance of the golden light pillar. As they got closer and closer to the golden hand, the weaker alien species took the lead in breaking apart their flesh and blood, turning into countless light spots and integrating into the light pillar.

"Just by stretching out his hand, he eliminated all the alien species in the city." Tianshou's body trembled slightly, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his voice: "Is this a miracle?"

...

In the darkness of nothingness, Yan Muyun in the mirror asked the same question again.

"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 just let it go?"

The real Yan Muyun lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

"Slap him back, or just let it go?" The figure who looked exactly like him in the mirror leaned forward, his voice soft and magnetic.

"I've decided." Yan Muyun raised his head and shrugged his shoulders: "If I let it go easily this time, others might think I'm easy to bully, so I'd better just slap him back."

"That's right." He grinned in the mirror: "Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, is the most correct choice, isn't it?"

Yan Muyun didn't nod or shake his head, he had reservations.

The man in the mirror gradually stopped smiling and shook his head: "Sure enough, your mind won't change that easily."

"Why do we have to worry about which way is right and which way is wrong?"

Yan Muyun suddenly showed a free and easy smile: "One thing is not just black and white. Sometimes both parties with conflicting opinions may be right. It is just a matter of position. It is better to make a judgment based on specific matters."

Seeing that he was silent in the mirror, he smiled and consoled him again: "At least I am no longer the bad and good person I used to be."

"Isn't it?" Yan Muyun in the mirror raised his head, a little doubtful: "Then when will you 'repay blood for blood'?"

Yan Muyun thought for a while: "When I was slapped for no reason."

At this moment, the surrounding darkness suddenly fluctuated, and cracks appeared immediately, and strands of golden light shone in, extremely domineering and arrogant.

Yan Muyun in the mirror tilted his head, with an interesting smile on his face: "What if it was the 'god' who slapped you?"

"Slap him back."

Yan Muyun didn't seem to notice the golden light coming from around him at all, and almost did not hesitate: "To be honest, I still doubt whether there are really 'gods' as defined by humans in this world. At least according to the standards in my mind. Said, this 'god' is completely unqualified. Menxia City has encountered such a big crisis, and there is no sign of him until now."

"What if He takes action now?"

"What did he do earlier?" Yan Muyun curled his lips: "Appearing now is like waiting for everyone to fall into despair before coming to the rescue and taking the opportunity to gain a wave of favorability."

"I understand."

Yan Muyun in the mirror suddenly took a step forward, came outside the mirror, and entered his body.

In the darkness of nothingness, countless golden rays of light intertwined. The young man stood in the center of the mottled light and darkness, stretched himself, and said to himself: "I hope that those who mess with me in the future will prepare a convincing plan in advance." My reasons, otherwise I would have to..."

[Blood for blood].

...

From the scorched earth behind the high wall, a streak of blood rose into the sky.

Everyone felt something, and turned around to look, and then they were all shocked.

Perhaps it was because the Molten Lord had just died, and the aura on his body was still there, and there was also a golden beam of light that enveloped its body.

This was not a problem originally, since its corpse would automatically dissipate after a while, but now it just speeds up the process.

There's just one problem.

The "demon" was still standing on the body of Lord Molten.