One Man’s Power

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Hearing the word "delicious", Jiang Lulu stared at her immediately, then pushed her back, she was a little polite, secretly thinking about what delicious food Dr. Sang would bring her.

The God Eater experimental project has grown to this day.

Conventional God, Dangerous God, she has tasted both several times.

Regular gods taste crunchy, but dangerous gods need to be chewed slowly, which is not very tasty.

Maybe she's not strong enough.

There are currently only two people in the artificial god project. I heard that another Fang Nanxun has reached the pinnacle of holiness.

"Let's go."

Jiang Lulu watched Dr. Sang disappear at the end of the mercury passage, turned her head, and ran away.

Run out of this passage.

She looked at the people busy in the laboratory.

"I heard that Tang Hong has become a saint."

"It is no longer dependent on one person breaking out in battle to have the will to become a saint." Jiang Lulu recalled the pre-war briefing she had heard, and ran back to her small room with a feeling of gloom.

Jiang Lulu's room is very warmly furnished, with pink colors and light white sheets.

She finally felt anxious.

Tang Hong, who was in the same class as the Yellow River Organization Special Training Camp, has become a saint!

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"I will work hard to become stronger, Haw Haw!"

Jiang Lulu was lying on the bed, her small head was buried under the light-colored pillow, and a blanket was picked up by her white and tender heels to cover her lower body.

She took out the God Eater Plan for Tomorrow.

Hmm, I decided to eat more, so that I can develop as soon as possible.

...

In the Central Research Institute, many researchers received accurate news that the different space cracks at the edge of the earth's atmosphere had begun to merge, split into two, and descended at the same time.

"Earlier!"

"The number of different space crack fusions has decreased, and the process has accelerated."

Everyone turned pale with fright, and estimated the specific locations of the two catastrophe landing points through the monitoring records of the all-weather satellite.

When the data is calculated,

When the location is estimated,

In an instant, everyone looked at each other in silence, and their hearts were mostly cold.

The two catastrophes are too far away, and they will come at the same time—this means that human beings with serious disadvantages need to face two catastrophes at the same time. No matter which side loses, it will be a global mass extinction.

"How many geniuses are there?"

"Eleven."

"On the seventh day, Godslayer Tang Hong broke the limit of willpower for the fourth time. His body is a bit weaker, so he is not included in the scope of being a genius."

Everyone chatted for a while and discussed rationally, but they all felt that there was no hope.

At this time, it seems meaningless to ask the governments or military of various countries for help. The preliminary preparations are very cumbersome, and now there is no time to redesign the plan.

...

central military.

Chief Mo took off his glasses, put them on again, and took them off again.

Repeated more than ten times, he covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously twice: "According to the original plan, the Central Council, the United States, the United States, Russia, and the five major countries in the world passed the order to detonate the hydrogen shaft bomb in real time. Weapons as the first storm plan."

"Central Council."

"It should be held urgently."

President Mo is a golden-red man after all, and after many years of battlefield experience, he still cannot avoid feeling depressed and deeply painful and desperate.

He believes that extraordinary people will always create miracles.

But this time.

Hardly a miracle.

A person's sacred information flashed before his eyes, and Chief Mo couldn't help but think of Tang Hong, the godslayer on the seventh day: "The godslayer, Li Xuekong, has a good vision. Last year, he said that Tang Hong would definitely be able to participate in this midsummer. He must be an important force."

So Tang Hong was asked to sweep the floor - that was also the period when Tang Hong's strength exploded, killing gods all the way, from the level of a comparable consultant to the strongest consultant, and President Mo couldn't help but imagine what would happen if Tang Hong was given another year.

...

The Central Assembly convenes.

The white-haired old man in the lead took two sips of water to moisten his throat.

He looked at the people attending the meeting, all of them were government leaders at the central level of Huaguo, and they could be said to hold great power.

At this time, they were arguing.

The vast majority insisted that a second day in the middle of summer would be a wise move. No matter how you look at it, letting the people know in advance the battle of catastrophe, waiting for the winner or loser, and waiting for the result, is like forcing a person to look at the muzzle of a gun and cruelly pronounce a death sentence. Crash first, win and lose.

"Things that have been ordered, temporarily changed? What do you think?"

"It's okay to lose, but if you win, how will you deal with the social panic? The good situation will only be messed up by you."

the other side.

A very small number of people believe that the public should have the right to know.

"I can't fight... In my opinion, it's better to announce it earlier."

"I asked the third genius, and she personally said that the number of saints at this stage is not enough. Referring to the catastrophic battle that took place at the equator line three years ago, more than a hundred saints plus technological weapons barely fought against a different space real God, what now?"

There are only more than thirty saints.

If it weren't for the counselor at the headquarters of the Yellow River Organization and Yu Ming giving psychological hints at the scene, many people's psychological defenses would have collapsed.

really.

The greatest catastrophe in history is known to everyone present.

But... midsummer hasn't arrived yet, and the guillotine hasn't hung over his head yet. Everyone always feels that the catastrophe is still far away, and they have unrealistic expectations, but time never waits for anyone.

Just when everyone was arguing.

Different space channels are being formed.

The greatest catastrophe has occurred.

"Gudong."

The white-haired old man took another sip of water and quietly watched the verbal dispute of this group of people, which was a little noisy.

He looked at Yu Ming who was sitting in the corner of the conference hall.

Then he looked down at the table of transcendent jihad powers around the world.

First-level Combat Strength: Geniuses become holy (eleventh)

Level 2 Combat Strength: Peak Saint (Nineteenth place; God Slayer is above the Peak Saint; Fang Nanxun is slightly higher)

Level 3 Combat Strength: Standard Sanctification (eight characters)

Level 4 Combat Strength: Peak Advisors (Ninety-six)

Technology cooperates with extraordinary and holy, storm plan: thirty-five levels.

"All countries and regions in the world, and anyone who is qualified to know the midsummer... the extraordinary, the golden red, and those of us in power will witness this battle with the participants. Whether it is victory or defeat, life or death, it will be announced before dawn .”

Midsummer has come, and among all the people present, only the white-haired old man and Yu Ming know about the dire situation.

at the same time.

Governments in all countries are like this, and they all have a pioneer extraordinary person sitting in the meeting to prevent accidents.

——

Time went back to East Eighth District at five o'clock this morning.

"Slip away."

Tang Hong had a preliminary understanding of the ingenuity, and accidentally smashed the main entrance of the Confucius Temple in Jiangnan City, leaving only two bare pillars.

He had no choice but to contact Fifth Chenbo and learned that the outer gate of the Confucius Temple did not belong to the scope of national cultural relics. In this case, the repair cost is not much, Tang Hong transfers a few extraordinary points, continues to deal with funeral affairs, and fulfills his last wishes one by one.

"Wishlist."

Tang Hong looked at the memo on the phone.

The first small wish: squeeze the bus and subway line 2 during the morning rush hour.