2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Objectively speaking, there is nothing wrong with what Constantine expressed.

The current situation in the entire world really requires the concerted efforts of all mankind in order to find a glimmer of hope for the survival of civilization.

Although Yan Muyun understood, he was still unhappy, just unhappy.

"Before you say this, why don't you look at how other countries treated us when China was weak?"

Yan Muyun said coldly: "Occupied land, sold drugs, snatched cultural relics, and massacred people. We finally stood up from the blood and fire, but we were targeted by trade, blocked by technology, and were treated as unwarranted for decades. Accusations and even stigmatization. Now that we have finally become rich and powerful and stand at the top of the world, we have to dedicate everything we have?"

Yan Muyun believed that he was not the type who had a particularly strong attachment to his family and country, but he still had basic normal views. He just couldn't hold back and said so much out of anger.

"It's not like I don't know what you're talking about."

After being scolded like this, Constantine was not annoyed at all, but showed appreciation: "Since China thinks this is unfair, why not become the leader of the world, bring all countries under its command, and use its own What’s the hard power that prevents others from having other thoughts?”

Um?

Yan Muyun never thought that the other party would say such a thing, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He felt that this original divine envoy was a little too extreme.

"Today's world needs a strong leader."

Constantine said lightly: "I understand that you just want to survive on your own and don't want to interfere in other countries' internal affairs easily. But don't you also have an old saying in China? If you are poor, you can benefit yourself, and if you are rich, you can benefit the world. Since you have the ability, why not stand up in times of crisis? And come out, integrate and command all the living forces?"

"You guys are just too conservative and too modest."

After being praised so openly, Yan Muyun felt that his face was a little hot. But it is undeniable that his favorability towards the original divine envoy has indeed increased several levels.

"Forget it, what's the use of telling you these things."

Constantine shook his head and smiled, and then said: "You should understand what I mean now. I have always been very optimistic about China, because your system can concentrate on doing big things. But there are still problems, just like I did before As you said, you are a bit xenophobic, and you will feel at ease only if you concentrate your power in your own hands."

Yan Muyun's heart moved slightly, and he vaguely understood what the other party meant.

"For example, I have always wanted to see you this time, but they blocked me again and again, for fear that I would kidnap you. But what bad intentions can I have? I am just a person, without any power behind me. It is impossible to be detrimental to China. The only thing I care about is the survival of human civilization."

Constantine sighed as he spoke, a look of vicissitudes of life appearing on his face.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Yan Muyun vaguely knew the meaning of his words.

"You are too small."

For a moment, Yan Muyun even felt a little ashamed and regretted why he had not followed the three divine envoys to see Constantine earlier.

Yan Muyun pondered for a moment and then asked tentatively: "So you came to me...to talk about this?"

Constantine nodded slightly: "I just want to turn the power of a country into the power of the world."

Yan Muyun scratched his head: "Actually, it doesn't feel bad..."

"No, if you are only the power of a country, then it is only the responsibility of that country to train you. But if you are willing to become the power of the world, then it is the responsibility of the world to make you stronger."

"I have three gifts for you." Constantine showed a smile in his eyes and clapped his hands gently.

The next moment, a figure wearing gray clothes and gray trousers appeared behind him out of thin air.

This is a man with a typical South Asian face. He is not too tall, has light brown skin, and has two crescent-shaped mustaches. He looks about thirty years old.

Yan Muyun recognized the other person, Amir Rao, one of the three divine envoys who "invited" him to the secret training center a few months ago. He possesses the most powerful space system power in the world.

Amir's dark brown eyes were also looking at him, with an undisguised look of arrogance on his face.

"Let's go." Constantine slowly stood up from the sofa, and Yan Muyun subconsciously stood up as well.

Amir walked between the two and put his hands on their shoulders.

The next second, Yan Muyun felt everything in front of him change.

The ceiling above my head turned into the endless starry sky, and the cashmere carpet under my feet turned into the gravel floor. The cool sea breeze blew across his cheeks, and he realized that he had arrived on a small island at some point, surrounded by endless dark sea water.

Yan Muyun glanced at Amir in front of him and became more wary of the Indian divine envoy. He was definitely the strongest space superpower he had ever seen. In just one moment, someone can be transported thousands of miles away without even noticing.

"Come on, come up."

Constantine had already reached the top of the slope not far ahead, and was looking back and waving to him with a smile.

Yan Muyun hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward, and his vision suddenly became clearer.

At the end of this small slope is a huge circular basin.

"How is it? The scenery here is very nice, isn't it?" Constantine tilted his head slightly, with gold and silver light flowing in his eyes, with a faint smile.

Yan Muyun was speechless at this time.

A gust of sea breeze blew away the sparse clouds in the sky, completely revealing the silver-white full moon. The bright moonlight spread like a mist, illuminating everything at the bottom of the valley.

In the center of the basin, a huge humanoid black shadow lay on the ground in a large shape. Its limbs were tightly bound by thick and exaggerated metal chains. The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the surrounding mountains.

Yan Muyun couldn't believe his eyes. He stared straight at the bottom of the valley for a long time before he was finally sure that it was a black-winged ghost, and it was most likely a king-level black-winged ghost.

The reason why I'm not sure is because the monster doesn't have even half of its wings left. The entire back is covered with dried blood holes, and most of them are connected together. It's impossible to judge how many wings it had before from the number of holes.

In addition, the black-winged ghost's most offensive part, the pair of muscled legs, are now like two dehydrated vines, skinny and shriveled, stretched straight and firmly by metal chains. Locked to the ground.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the black-winged ghost raised its head and looked far away with its empty eyes.

For some reason, Yan Muyun could see no anger or pain in its expression, only numbness like rough rocks, and a hint of relief.

"This is my first gift to you, the king-level black-winged ghost."

Constantine reached out and patted Yan Muyun on the shoulder with a kind smile:

"Go ahead and kill it and take its power."