One Man’s Power

"tomorrow."

Tang Hong repeated again: "Go back to China tomorrow."

According to the original plan, for the preparations before midsummer, all the combatants had free time to deal with funeral affairs. As for the expansion of the Altar of God, it is entrusted to the military in each region to suppress it with mercury.

The saints are really tired, exhausted and exhausted.

The mission of becoming a saint, sitting on the altar, is doomed to have no rest time throughout the year. No matter eating, sleeping, even chatting with people or spending time on the Internet, you must maintain your willpower to curb the high tension of the expansion of the Altar of God.

So go home.

On the one hand, recharge your batteries and take advantage of the hard-won opportunity to rest to adjust your body and mind.

On the other hand, it is also to bid farewell to family members and close relatives, so as to meet them at least one time, so as not to feel regretful. The saint will fight against the real god with regret, and He will surely seize this inner flaw.

Because of this,

As summer approaches,

The saints are returning to their hometown one after another!

The altars of gods in various war zones around the world have entered the stage of mercury suppression.

However, due to the unexpected situation on the 2005-2-xc-dxy island in the Atlantic theater, Li Shengzhe passed away, and Tang Hong was among the last batch of returnees.

"I'm going back tomorrow too."

The holy man Sikong Wuyi nodded, put on his little black felt hat again, and stood at a high altitude with his hands behind his back, looking at the two altars of gods on the island.

"There is no disaster god inside one of the altars of the gods. The severe xc level should be reduced to the moderate xb level."

Sikong Wuyi said cheerfully.

Tang Hong nodded: "In the future, this island only needs one sage to sit in charge, but I'm tired."

Sikong Wuyi: "It's a pity that the God of Disaster inside the altar of another god dare not come out anyway."

His appearance and demeanor are all kind, his black hair is carefully combed without any mess, but it is obvious that there are a lot of white hair mixed in the black hair.

His age is about the same as that of Li Xuekong, the pilgrim.

He is fifty-two years old.

The first person to become a saint in history, and so far the first extraordinary person to die in bed, Li Xuekong was only fifty-four years old when he left.

This age, put in real life, belongs to the transitional period from middle-aged people to old people. The issue of lifespan has never attracted extraordinary attention, because every battle of gods is a life-and-death battle, and no one knows whether they will see the sun at noon tomorrow , How can I think about how much life I have left, and I will not live to the end of my life.

Even the sage Sikong Wuyi didn't care at all.

After midsummer, there may be major changes, and it is likely to re-enter the stage of mass casualties.

"Speak up."

Tang Hong rubbed his fingers: "Referring to the situation of the catastrophe three years ago, what do you think the chances of winning this year, Sage Sikong?"

The confrontation between the extraordinary and the gods is not a fight in the popular sense.

For example, Tang Hong killed a god of disaster in the weak stage in March, at the cost of being seriously injured and dying. In late May, one person alone will fight against two gods of disaster in the apotheosis stage, as well as a large number of regular gods and dangerous gods. If they hadn't taken the initiative to retreat, preparing for a full-scale attack, fighting back and forth, until the end, Tang Hong could only retreat.

Even so, there is a high price to pay.

Tang Hong's injuries were quite serious.

Missing arms and legs, and even a bloody hole in the left eye, it doesn't matter if you are blind, anyway, to face the power of God, the saint must close his eyes to fight.

The key is that the limbs are incomplete, which affects the strength.

You must know that the foundation of will and belief lies in the flesh and blood, and the body is seriously injured, which weakens the will. In order to return Tang Hong to his peak state, the US/Jin/National Research Institute launched a relevant plan, and the treatment was completed within a day. The 19-type equipment Scrapped on the spot.

Fortunately, later on this island, Tang Hong grabbed a light ball-type dangerous god and rebuilt a Type 19 device.

The consumption of these resources is by no means a waste, it is extremely necessary.

Tang Hong broke out and comprehended the third of the seven emotions, fully verifying his combat power positioning. All the saints from all over the world are warming up for midsummer, and at least twenty pieces of equipment have been scrapped in the past few days.

...

'At best, I can temporarily hold down two disaster gods at the deification stage, but if it is about winning or losing in life and death, I don't even want to kill even one god of disaster at the deification stage if I risk my life. '

Unless it is a genius who becomes a saint, there is a chance to kill a god of disaster in the deification stage.

But there is only a chance that the God of Disaster can hide inside the altar at any time, with a degree of caution no less than that of human beings.

...

‘With my strength, can I deal with a real god? '

Tang Hong has never seen a god.

It has only been a little over a year since Tang Hong entered the world of extraordinary gods, and he has never participated in catastrophe-level god battles. However, the holy man Sikong Wuyi was a survivor of the midsummer catastrophe three years ago, and had seen real gods.

...

The jihadist power on the human side corresponds to the disaster level!

This year's midsummer, the biggest catastrophe, is a real god!

So Tang Hong consulted Sikong Wuyi, wondering how much difference between a god of disaster and a real god is different from a god of disaster.

"totally different."

"Otherwise, how can it be called a catastrophe?" Sikong Wuyi held a crimson pipe in his mouth, his deep and far-sighted eyes seemed to reflect the huge casualties of that catastrophe battle three years ago, hundreds of saints cooperated with the most advanced technology More than half of the weapons were dead.

A saint against a real god is equivalent to a consultant level against a disaster god.

Of course.

The only advantage is that the sensual resonance of the saints can make the real gods fade.

"Tang Hong... Let's put it this way." Sikong Wuyi drew a sad smile: "Based on my experience and clear-headed judgment, I have imagined this countless times these days, and I don't see any chance."

"This battle will undoubtedly be lost."

"I really can't imagine why we humans win."

There is really no chance of winning, there is really no hope, and I am afraid that humans alone cannot beat it at all.

talking.

He looked at Tang Hong: "You probably don't know how you won that battle three years ago."

Tang Hong's face became serious.

Just listen to Sikong Wuyi said indifferently: "In that year, all mankind's scientific and technological power was devoted to building 30 rocket launchers for transporting saints. We named it Rocket Will, which is also a suicide attack. Life is the price, accelerated to the limit, ejected to the face of the gods, with unparalleled kinetic energy and will to strike a blow."

At such a terrifying speed, crashing into a god is like a bird flying into a volcano. I am afraid that there will be no bones left, and the whole person will be blown into a cloud of blood.

Tang Hong was shocked. In this case, the saint can only have one blow.

but……

Is it too extreme...

Since the birth of the Transcendent, in more than ten years, the common development of all mankind, the unlimited supply of resources, and the presence of the first genius have led to the heyday of hundreds of saints living in the world.

Saints can be called the highest-end and rarest reserve of combat power on the human side!

As a saint, one life is exchanged for one blow!

Tang Hong continued to listen.

"Thirty rounds of rocket will, the golden body of the real god has been diluted by two tenths."

"Two survived."

"Well... I am one of them."

While talking with Tang Hong, Sikong Wuyi fell to the rocks on the shore of the island, and the two waited for the arrival of the special plane back home.

Another brilliant sunrise.

The midsummer sun was shining on the Atlantic Ocean, and the sparkling sea was like a beautiful picture. Tang Hong and Sikong Wuyi were all silent for a moment.

...

Technological weapons are basically ineffective, and their lethality against gods is extremely weak.

But you can use technological weapons to cooperate with the saints to fight.

"simply put."

"The catastrophe three years ago, first was the precise detonation of a large-yield nuclear bomb, then the suicide rocket will, the high-temperature weapon, and the electric energy weapon. The price of each round was holy life." Tang Hong said softly.

"Don't you think that the saints use the usual combat methods to fight against the real gods?"

"no."

"We can only fight with our lives."

Tang Hong scratched his chin, sat on the rock, and fell silent for a while.

His strength matters.

But it doesn't seem to be that important.

"rest assured."

Sikong Wuyi patted Tang Hong on the shoulder: "You young people don't need suicide attacks, just leave it to us."

The tone of his speech, especially like Li Xuekong, is the heavy concern that generations of old people place high hopes on young people.

Although Li Xuekong had only left for less than a day.

Tang Hong felt as if several years had passed.

"How long will the special plane arrive?"

"Two hours."

"How about we go have a meal first." Tang Hong suggested.

Arriving on this island in April, Tang Hong was in charge of suppressing the Altar of God on the north shore. From the beginning to the end, he was alone. He had never been to the base and enjoyed the gourmet restaurant with Atlantic specialties.

...

After a while.

base on the island.

There are four buildings in total including accommodation area, double-storey restaurant, material storage and information service department.

Except for the restaurant, the other three buildings, including the watchtower, were all empty. But the two-story dining room was full of people, even those who had eaten, were pretending to be sitting at the surrounding tables, having breakfast with the two pilgrims. This moment was exceptionally quiet.

huge restaurant,

Needle drop can be heard,

Tang Hong took a sip of the boiling milk, staring blankly at the cup steaming, and there were people sitting around him, all kinds of eyes fell on his body and mind. Only then did he truly appreciate the beauty of being alive.

If it weren't for problems with the body, mentality and thinking, the author would not want to ask for leave, which would affect the grades even more. Here I bow and apologize to the original reader, the author works hard to update, and the suggestions in this chapter in the book review area are carefully read.