High Magic Earth

Like a bagpipe, it sounds like a saint.

Singing like hymns echoed in this scarlet world, in the void, just nothingness.

Dull red, dazzling scarlet, warm orange red, exudes strange and peaceful luster, in this entire void, as seen by the eyes, it is a vast red.

Like the blood, with the taste of life, as if everything is everything, the breath at the beginning of birth.

Silence reverberates here. This void seems to be the end of time. All existence has no meaning here. It is ethereal and ethereal, and silence is full of vitality.

Countless tiny rubbles float out of thin air, like a rubble belt floating on the edge of the planet in the universe, and they vary in size and angular shape.

The holy tone echoed.

The light is changing, the distance in the void exudes a burning and dazzling luster, the light changes from time to time, sometimes as if the sun was rising, it exudes a rich life and warm breath, but sometimes it also looks like The elusive aurora at the ends of the poles is subtle and untouchable.

In this scarlet world, an incomparably huge body is suspended in silence, as if sleeping in the past, floating unconsciously, floating.

This huge body is also scarlet, and her skin exudes a blood-red crimson, red-gold long hair ignoring gravity and the floating body that wraps her upper part, and the lower part...because she is really It’s too big to even reach the end.

Like a giant Titan in ancient mythology, although falling asleep, it still exudes a majestic breath that people can't look directly at.

Even people unknowingly want to worship.

No one dared to look directly at her existence.

Whether it is spiritual or substantial.

The silent echo shook uncontrollably, and the melody of the song echoed in my ears, as if deep into the soul. This unheard tone has a sense of holiness, but it also has the preoccupation of trying to drag people into hell. sound.

Everywhere, it never seemed to exist.

This void space is still, suspended, time, material, as if everything in the world has lost its meaning of existence here, it does not know how long it exists, because time has no meaning here, nor how long it will last Because it seems to have existed forever.

Countless gravel, debris, or other unknown substances are suspended in the void, quietly, but it seems to have some mysterious rules slowly turning.

The change of orange-red luster can't be changed, exuding a faint luster, but vaguely, it seems that there are countless pictures appearing in it.

Confused, fleeting, even clear.

No one can see this scene, because in the entire void space, there is only that extremely giant giant body and countless wreckage.

Like, this world has been abandoned for a long time.

The rubble suspended, pulling each other like a star, but repelling each other, intertwined with the huge giant, forming an infinitely magnificent picture.

The sound of the stars reverberates, making the entire space seem more ethereal.

It seems that such silence can go on forever.

It is a pity that peace will not be forever, because in the next moment... The majestic body still in this scarlet space slowly opens his eyes.

A tiny gap seemed to look down on the whole world. She tried to open her entire eyes, but eventually closed slowly.

Return everything to peace...

"Natalia Arianovna Romanova."

"Yes."

"From Stalingrad."

"Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"I want to control my own destiny."

Hearing this answer, there was not much change in the expression of the opposite record officer. During this time, he had heard too many similar or different answers, and the girl in front of him was the third repeated questioning.

"What did you see at the time?"

"I did not see anything."

"What do you remember."

"I don't remember anything."

"According to the traces on the scene, you were separated from your companion at the time. Why, are you a deserter."

The questioner's eyes were fixed on Natalia's eyes, but Natalia did not have any fear.

"I don't remember, but according to the information you gave, my choice at the time was correct, and the enemies we encountered were invincible."

"This is not your reason for being a deserter!"

The questioner shouted angrily as he stood up, trying to put more pressure on Natalia.

"I am not a deserter."

But Natalia was still indifferent, unmoved.

"That's because you didn't escape!"

"Because I am not a soldier, I am a special agent, a reserve."

"you……"

Next, there is endless nonsense and repeated inquiries. Natalia has not experienced it for the first time. Fortunately, the other party is not malicious. Until the evidence is confirmed, these survivors will not be tortured, although it is very exciting. Bored, but not hurt.

It took two hours to toss back and forth before she was released from this dimly lit room.

Several other doors were opened at the same time. All the rooms in this underground base were interrogation rooms. None of the people who survived the previous attack, especially their last group rushed to support, had not let go .

Before waiting for her and the girl coming out of the next room to look at a hearty expression, they were forced to turn their heads by the guards on both sides.

"No communication!"

They said bluntly.

Natalia glared at the soldier next to her...not because of this, but this guy seemed to be okay without seeing his own glare, squeezing his arm and constantly squeezing himself. .

All surviving soldiers and reserve agents are auxiliary investigations, not prisoners of war, nor hostile agents. Although the treatment received is worse, it is not so bad.

It is a pity that it is now in the wartime period. Although the order is so, it is inevitable that some guys such as soldiers, especially the agents of the Red House Reserve, are almost young and beautiful girls. It is inevitable to wipe the oil.

This is precisely why Natalia wants to control her own destiny.

She wants to become stronger, she hasn't told lies, in fact, Natalia is just talented, has not received formal agent training, how can she deceive professional interrogators.

So from the beginning to the end, she was telling the truth and there was nothing to hide.

Being escorted by a group of soldiers, they quickly returned to their room partition, and then a group of newcomers were again brought into the interrogation room.

What Natalia can't see is that on the side of her interrogation room, beside each interrogation room, there is a room blocked by single-sided glass.

There were people in the room. In addition to the military and another observer, almost all high-level departments in Russia, including the scientific research department, sent their own people.

Rainbow Bridge is important, especially for humans during World War II, it is an incomprehensible existence that cannot be tolerated.

And... the man in the red house.

Although the Red House is the primary target of the attack, after all, it is one of the strongest secret agents. In intelligence, it is always necessary to let a professional come.

And in the partition of Natalia's room, it is Irina, the current person in charge of the red house plan.

She watched quietly as Natalia was escorted to the end by the soldiers and disappeared, before looking at the next round of interrogators who came in again, her face calm and nothing changed...

"Click!"

Natalia was pushed lightly and shut into the room. With a click, the door of the room was closed again, and the **** **** didn't forget to wipe the oil at last. Natalia thought bitterly. .

Although it is not an enemy spy or a prisoner of war, it cannot leave the base during the investigation, and even has no personal freedom, which is no different from a prison.

But this is understandable, right?

It is a pity that understanding is understandable and acceptable is another matter.

Natalia sat back in bed silently, staring at the sink in the room in a daze.

The base was quiet, there was no voice, and even the footsteps of the soldiers were weak outside. She stared silently at the sink for a while, then picked up a book from the head of the bed and looked at it silently.

The treatment of reserve agents is pretty good, at least you can already read the books related to training...It is estimated that the soldiers can really only daze or exercise muscles...

"Name."

"Natalia Arianovna Romanova."

"From where."

"Stalingrad."

"You said last time that the enemy is terrible and cannot be beaten."

"I didn't say that, but according to my approach, I think the judgment I made at that time was unable to win, so I decided to pass the information first."

"This is your reason for deserting, for intelligence?"

"I am not a deserter. I thought we had discussed this issue and reached a consensus."

"Answer questions! Soldiers!"

"I am not a soldier, I am an agent, and I am in reserve."

Natalia is also impatient, but she knows better where is here, and knows that all these are necessary processes, so she still patiently endured.

There is no sense of nonsense, there are only a few questions that have been turned over and over, and it has been tossing for nearly two hours. The questions asked seem to be finally over.

"Okay, I get it."

When Natalia, the interrogator said this, she secretly sighed in her heart and finally ended.

"Click!"

But at this time, the door of the room was pushed open, but not two soldiers came in, but more footsteps, at least more than four people.

"Natalia Arianovna Romanova."

A cold female voice appeared behind Natalia.

"Yes!"

Natalia replied instinctively.

"You are planning to join the Red House plan."

"Yes."

Natalia seemed to realize something.

"Very well, you passed. From now on, you will be called Natasha, Natasha Romanov."

Natalia... or Natasha had a moment of trance.

Because she thinks the name is familiar, it seems that I don’t know who has called her this way, or whether she has used the name before, just... Not long ago, it seems that the time is not long.

This trance only lasted for a short time, because the female voice behind her had called out again, "Natasha, Romanov."

"Yes!"

"Come with me."

"Yes."

Natasha got up, and she noticed that the interrogators were pretending to organize the information in her hand, as if she didn't see what was happening in front of her.

When she looked back, what she saw was not the previous two soldiers, but four women, the middle-aged woman in the middle, staring at her silently.

She spoke slowly to Natasha's eyes.

"I am Irina, your instructor, newcomer."

"Welcome to join the Red House, I hope you can survive."...

Yesterday, at the same time.

After everyone's interrogation was completed, there was a low-pitched discussion in the interrogation room.

"Potential little guy."

As one of the best intelligence and secret agent organizations, although the Red House was attacked and almost the entire base was overturned, no one dared to underestimate their ability.

Although the Red House project has only been implemented for a short time, it has already sent a large number of excellent agents and intelligence officers to the front, and has achieved very good results.

The war time was urgent, and the people trained in the Red House had already undergone a round of **** screening and elimination. Then, without too much detailed training, they were hurriedly arranged on the battlefield and behind the enemy.

Indeed, the Red House plan has achieved some results, but behind the results, there is more blood.

But no one estimates this, for this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to win the war is the only important thing.

"Who?"

Irina spoke, as the military representative could not help but asked a middle-aged calm officer in a low voice.

"Natalia Romanova."

"That little girl with red hair?" The middle-aged officer thought for a moment and immediately recalled the person he met today.

"She is very nice."

Irina continued.

"All the relevant personnel of the Red House plan have been transferred... The plan has been stopped for more than a week, it is time to restart the Red House."

"She can be the first batch of fresh blood, very good fresh blood."

"Are you going to take her?"

Irina nodded.

"There are several other people besides her, a total of eighteen people."

She handed the names recorded by other Red House observers to middle-aged officers, and then said, "Tomorrow's investigation of them will end, and I will directly include them in the Red House plan."

The middle-aged officer frowned slightly.

"But there are only three rounds of investigation..."

"They didn't lie, and they couldn't find out anything."

The frowned frown of the middle-aged army did not let go, but did not refuse. Instead, he whispered a discussion with the others next to him. After a few words, he looked back at Irina.

"Yes, the investigation of these 18 people is over."

Irina nodded and was about to leave, and heard the other person talking in the back.

"The impact of this incident is great. Although it has not been finalized, it can basically be related to the super soldiers of the country on the other side of the Pacific."

"For this reason, we decided to start a new project, which requires the relevant personnel of the Red House to make certain cooperation."

"what?"

Irina asked.

"The Red Soldier Program is comparable to American super soldiers."