One Man’s Power

East Eighth District Standard Time: 3:00 pm on May 29th.

Location: Huaguo South China Sea meeting point.

Tang Hong, a commoner in blue, looked at Fang Nanxun and cast an inquiring gaze.

"wait."

Fang Nanxun opened his eyes, stared at Tang Hong, and glanced at Dr. Sang, who was holding a red candle in his hand: "The doctor said that we should wait for all the staff to gather before making a decision. Don't worry."

heard the words.

Tang Hong sat beside him silently, browsing the space with his head down, and time gradually passed.

Knowing that there are tigers on the mountain, I tend to practice the extraordinary truth on the mountain.

...

Within the territory of Huaguo, the east sixth ring road of the imperial city.

"Ding!"

The news of the collection has arrived.

This year's midsummer finally came, Wu Ershi walked to the wardrobe.

After picking and picking, he found Chucheng Chaofan. After receiving the registration number, he wore the light gray special battle suit for God's battle for the first time in his life. The battle suit was tattered and full of patches.

"Thirty-two patches in total."

Wu Ershi picked up the clothes, looked left and right, and was satisfied no matter what he looked at. After counting the number of patches, he shook the clothes gently, shaking off the dust, as if he was also shaking off the unknown burden.

Gentle movements, gentle eyes, just like the loving gaze of an old couple who are as gluey as paint.

A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

In that year, shortly after the birth of the extraordinary, the official also distributed exclusive combat uniforms.

It proved useless later on, but now he puts on this suit with a very serious air and dignified demeanor.

"I put it on again and set off again."

Wu II muttered to himself, stepped over the threshold, and embarked on the journey.

He feels very lucky.

At least he was luckier than Li Xuekong, his comrade on the battlefield, an old friend, and a close friend: "If I never return, I will die in this battle. I will die in front of the real god."

There is no way ahead, just make a way.

...

In the territory of Huaguo, on the west side of the Sichuan and Sichuan divisions, there are endless snow-capped mountains.

"Ding!"

The mountain movers who received the message boarded the plane.

Before leaving, she held up Bai Xue, and she sat in the cabin, with hexagonal snowflakes flying around her.

But the cabin is warm.

These white snows soon melted into water, and turned into droplets suspended in the air, surrounding the holy body of the mountain mover.

She has taken the ultimate fetish twice, and now has five holy elements. In terms of this aspect alone, she is confident that she can defeat Tang Hong with both hands, but stopping the gods is not about strength, but faith, and the will to be divine.

Human beings who only know brute force, no matter how powerful they are, can't compete against the gods of different spaces.

She sent her son Sui Shuxiang a nagging text message, explaining a lot of things, ranging from food, clothing, housing, transportation and hobbies to major life events, such as getting married and having a son.

Sui Shuxiang replied: "Mom, come on."

"Well, we'll do our best."

The mountain mover typed his reply tremblingly, his fingers trembling.

The other side.

For some reason, Sui Shuxiang always had some bad premonitions, his heart was heavy, his head was dizzy, and he was so nervous that his heart was pounding.

For a standard transcendent, this is unimaginable.

He said worriedly: "Mom, remember to go home!! We talked about it, I told you in advance, and I will emphasize it again. I will beat and scold the poor to raise my son hard. I only give one child a day. Meals, giving birth to a daughter to double the love, buying new clothes and new toys every day... Don’t you like your grandson, and you don’t want your grandson to be abused by your son, right?”

The mountain movers were also speechless.

She had no choice but to say, "All my grandchildren like it."

Sui Shuxiang: "There shouldn't be too many people who can become grandparents, really."

After all, extraordinary people have a short lifespan.

It is remarkable for saints to live to be in their fifties.

"kindness."

The mountain mover looked down at the screen of the mobile phone, closed his left hand little by little, and clenched his five fingers into a fist, only to hear the crisp sound of crackling, the mobile phone twisted and deformed, and then cracked inch by inch, and the creaking LCD glass began to burst. The electronic components are also destroyed.

The edge of the screen is cracked.

It seems to be folded in half, the left side is next to the right side, and the middle of the phone is sunken.

Facts have proved that the special mobile phone for superhumans issued by Huaguo government is very fragile in front of the holy, like a piece of paper.

Click!

The mountain mover folded his five fingers together, clenched his left fist, and squeezed the mobile phone.

This time, there is no going back, her name is on the list of suicide attack plans.

Some people go to heaven, some people go to hell, and we will stay on earth forever.

...

US/Jin/country/territory/internal.

Somewhere in a prison on the continent of California.

A burly, muscular middle-aged man with green pupils walked into the prison. He slaughtered all the criminals who he believed to be guilty, whose crimes were too serious to be forgiven, and who had not been sentenced to death.

After a while.

He walked out of this prison.

His fist was bleeding, it was human blood, but it was not extraordinary blood.

At the gate of the prison, on a helicopter, x:2 in a western cowboy outfit stared at the dark green pupils of the burly man, as if it symbolized evil. The unbridled madness made people chill, and the strong and pungent bloody smell made people feel sick at a glance. frightened.

The burly man is exactly x:3.

x:2 opened his mouth and said: "the third, youhavenorighttodoso!" He believes that extraordinary people have no right to do so, and lynching trials will inevitably have negative effects.

The United States/Jin/country pursues humanitarianism. Although it is said that the death penalty has not been abolished, there are few areas where the death penalty is actually implemented.

The burly man's tone was cold and ruthless, and his Chinese pronunciation was standard: "Judgment-style killing makes me happy. Before the battle, I will be stronger and have stronger beliefs."

US/Jian/National x: 3, changed to Chinese, that is, the third extraordinary genius, truly brutal and violent, many people call him killing demons. In addition to killing a god in another space, he also has a hobby, trial-style lynching and killing!

It's like a superhero in an American blockbuster.

It's just that he won't hand over the criminal to the local police/police/bureau, he will either kill him on the spot or maim him depending on the crime.

x:2 Disagree: "You are blatantly trampling on the law, good and evil should be left to the judge to decide."

"Set off."

x:3 Those dark green eyes stared at him.

x:2 was silent for a moment and didn't say any more. He was suddenly a little worried about the changes brought about by Transcendence's publicity. Transcendence and Sacredness adhere to all kinds of first beliefs, which cannot be defined by simple good and evil.

But it's too early to think about that.

"Sang Sheng."

"What is he going to do?" x:2's thinking was extremely sharp, but he couldn't figure out how to fight against this double catastrophe.

Everyone is his own God, and human beings can only save themselves.

...

Western Europe no.2 held a Bible and began to recite it in a low voice.

Before leaving.

He served as a pastor as usual, enlightened a few lost lambs, listened to the confession of a few villains, persuaded a few people who did not believe in Christ, and immediately went to the meeting point in the East China Sea of ​​Huaguo.

He sees himself as Christ reincarnated.

Extreme belief produces extreme lethality.

...

Russian ice sage, Paster Pako bids farewell to his newborn son.

...

Tripathi, the elephant fighting sage in Tianzhu, bid farewell to the baby elephant he had raised for more than two years.

...

Abram, the holy man in the African theater, just stood on a cliff, sat quietly for a while, ate an imported Mengniu ice cream, and set off.

...

Fernrique, a pilgrim from the South American theater, called his relatives and friends, and then left on a special plane.

...

In fact.

Gathering everyone is a waste of time.

According to the proposals of all parties, the most efficient plan should be to allocate in advance, the saints in the southern hemisphere go to the catastrophe in the southern hemisphere, and the saints in the northern hemisphere go to the sanctuary in the northern hemisphere, and make fine adjustments if necessary.

This can greatly save time, better adjust the physical and mental state, and fully prepare.

But was rejected by Dr. Sang.

At 6:39 p.m., East Eight District Standard Time, the Huaguo South China Sea rendezvous point has completed the gathering of combatants from all over the world, including the core and main combat forces of Transcendence, Peak Advisors, and professionals in related fields.

All gathered on one island.

The scene fell into silence.

Tang Hong stood next to Fang Nanxun, glanced at the participants in all directions, and secretly clicked his tongue: "There are so many white people. There are 300 people in the audience, and about 50% of them are white."

"Right."

"White people make up fifty-four percent of the world's population."

While thinking and observing, Tang Hong suddenly looked into a pair of dark green eyes, and suddenly felt a huge threat from the cruel, tyrannical and strong killing intent, as if the hallucinatory picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood flashed before his eyes.

Exactly x:3.

He stands with the US/Ken/country participants in the war.

"Hi, Godslayer."

His face was stiff, but he squeezed out a rare smile and waved at Tang Hong.

More than x:3.

No.2 in Western Europe and the rest of the geniuses became saints, and all the saints were observing Tang Hong. It is said that this godslayer is expected to be comparable to the first genius of the year, and the saints more or less conveyed a signal of goodwill, as if they regarded Tang Hong as a star of hope.

Although it was the first time they met, there was no vulgar drama of provocation and discussion, let alone raising doubts.

Among the people present, there is no weak person who is qualified to participate in this catastrophe blocking battle!

The great military exploits are there!

How many god battles have been experienced, how many gods have been killed, this is the best proof.

Furthermore.

In the current catastrophe, even if there is a desire to compete for strength, the extraordinary will rarely compare. The birth of every extraordinary person and every genius is the gospel of mankind.

Everyone is very happy to see the Godslayer, the seventh genius of Hua Kingdom, is getting stronger and stronger.

...

"Pity."

"There's not enough time, too little time. It's only been a little over a year since he stepped into the extraordinary world." Xiou no.2 expressed deep regret, retracted his gaze, and meditated: "The godslayer is worse than the godslayer, far inferior to us .It would be great if we could give Tang Hong another year, maybe this catastrophe doesn't need us at all."

According to normal people's thinking and habits, the geniuses should underestimate Tang Hong, either despise him, or agree with him but condescendingly, as if the elders judged the younger generation.

In fact quite the opposite.

All the geniuses overestimated Tang Hong as much as possible, but when they saw him, they realized that they had indeed overestimated a little.

Inevitably disappointed...

secretly sigh...

The geniuses sensed that Tang Hong hadn't completely become a saint yet.

Sunset on the island.

A sultry sea breeze blows.

Fang Nanxun sent a voice transmission: "Do you feel that you are much worse than a genius?"

"many."

Tang Hong replied seriously: "I'm not a star and a half away from being a genius, there must be a lot." Rao is proud of the fusion of beliefs, I'm afraid it can't compare with a real genius becoming a saint, but it makes Tang Hong psychologically The stress is reduced a lot.

He is tall, but by no means the tallest, there is still a genius in front of him.

Although it is not appropriate to think so...

But it is indeed a relief...

Tang Hong wiped the fine sweat on his forehead twice, and his extremely tense mind was relieved: "Is it time? The combatants are all here, where is the doctor?"

"I don't know."

Fang Nanxun glanced around and frowned.

...

Shaoqing.

Just when everyone was confused.

"Cough cough."

Dr. Sang walked out from the door of a special plane specially responsible for transporting combatants.

Everyone looked over in unison.

Nearly three hundred pairs of eyes focused on Dr. Sang.

All over the world, all major war zones, at this moment, the world is coming together.

Different skin colors, different cultures and languages, and even different styles of dressing and dressing. Of course, everyone will dress uniformly when participating in the battle to avoid accidental damage from large-scale technological weapons.

At this moment, they have different expressions, some are surprised, some are perplexed, some are inquisitive, all concentrated on Dr. Sang's left palm.

He was holding a crystal ball, and a red candle was lit inside the crystal ball. The fiery red candle flickering from time to time reflected on Dr. Sang's face, making his exhausted face rosy, and the black pupils seemed to be dancing with clusters of blazing flames. .

"Cough cough."

Dr. Sang bent over and coughed, and his face turned pale, and then returned to rosy.

He was carrying a 24-inch alloy box, squatted down and opened the box. Inside the box, there were eleven golden-red semi-finished injections, neatly placed.

"Eleven geniuses are enthroned, please come to my side."

Dr. Sang said loudly.

The second genius, the third genius, the fourth fifth and the sixth in China, x:2, x:3, x:4 in America/Jin/country, no.2, no.3, no.4 in Western Europe, total Eleven real geniuses stared at each other in the air, and the next moment they appeared beside Dr. Sang.

The general speed of teleportation!

Everyone took it for granted, their faces did not change, but their hearts were faintly excited.

Morale and fighting spirit are all on the rise. You must know that eleven geniuses have been enshrined to participate in the battle. Their role and strength are unparalleled.

"Everyone."

Dr. Sang's fiery eyes glanced at the geniuses who became holy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said softly: "All the staff gathered in the South China Sea... because these medicines must be made on the spot and configured according to the physical data of each of you to be effective. .”

Xu Xian smiled: "At the moment of the war, you have to inject us with stimulant drugs."

"No, it has no effect on the human body." Dr. Sang pushed the silver frame: "After the injection, as long as you inject your blood into the body of God, it represents the first step towards success."

Western European no.2 asked: "Could it hurt the body of a god?"

"cannot."

"Will that weaken the god's divine power or aura?"

"cannot."

"What's the use of that?"

"This summer, if we want to win, there is only one way."

...

The sun went down, the sky was getting dark, and the island fell into silence.

No more birds and cicadas,

The sound of the waves lapping on the shore also subsided,

It seems that this island has been reduced to a place of death!

The indescribably heavy, oppressive, and infinite pressure of darkness almost crushed everyone's hearts. The weird atmosphere enveloped a radius of more than a kilometer, and there were faintly visible aircraft flashing warning lights in the dark sky.

The special plane went away and disappeared into the sky until it could no longer be seen.

"here we go."

Everyone watched helplessly as the catastrophe plane transporting eleven geniuses to the Holy Land disappeared from sight.

The saints are still calm.

The pioneer Transcendent frowned, not understanding why they were assigned in such a way, and sent eleven geniuses to the battlefield in the southern hemisphere. This meant that there was no participation of a genius in the northern hemisphere, so he was a little nervous.

"Let's go too!"

Dr. Sang gave orders and walked towards Tang Hong, with a faint smile on his face: "All geniuses go to the southern hemisphere catastrophe channel, and we are in charge of the northern hemisphere catastrophe channel... the northern hemisphere battlefield, you are the strongest, what do you think?" Did you say that?"

Tang Hong stared: "I can't fight against the real gods of different spaces."

Dr. Sang nodded, and said casually: "The ones descending from the northern hemisphere are not real gods. The passages are of different sizes, so it is easy to distinguish."

Tang Hong scratched his head: "At least you leave a genius here to become a saint."

sideways.

Fang Nanxun's blond hair fluttered, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes: "It's better to concentrate our firepower and win the battlefield in the northern hemisphere first, and then go to the southern hemisphere to find the real god."

"you……"

Dr. Sang looked strange, looked at Fang Nanxun, and then at Tang Hong: "Don't you think that more than 30 saints and existing technological weapons can create miracles? The premise of miracles is that the probability is not Zero... let's go, time is running out."

He looked at the red candle burning slowly inside the crystal ball on his left palm.

...

soon.

Everyone boarded a special plane and set off to the place where the catastrophe channel in the northern hemisphere is located.

The pilgrim Sikong Wuyi stared at the red candle, and the soft candlelight illuminated Dr. Sang's face: "What's so special about this candle?"

He believed that Dr. Sang was holding a crystal ball with a red candle in it when he was about to fight, which definitely had a deep meaning.

Wu Ershi also turned his head and looked twice: "Doctor, you..."

"Please call me Sang Sheng."

Dr. Sang said with a gloomy expression, "I've never felt so good, and a lot of memories are spinning in my mind."

Only when the red candle is lit, he can not forget the heaven file, this is Dr. Sang's best state.

...

The governments of various countries held meetings one after another, and each had a pioneer transcendent sitting in charge to prevent someone's psychological defense from collapsing.

...

The research institutions of various countries connected to the satellites, synchronized the real-time situation of the two catastrophic battlefields, and prepared countermeasures when the war started.

...

The global military power is divided into two parts.

However, time was running out, strategic weapons such as aircraft carriers could not arrive in time, and part of the preparations before the catastrophe were cut off.

Fortunately, there are multiple plans, which have little impact.

At least detonating the hydrogen axis bomb is no problem.

Human beings will meet the real gods of different spaces with the most lethal weapons on the surface.

Within the territory of China.

central council.

The white-haired old man suddenly interrupted the arguing crowd.

"Everyone."

"This year's midsummer has begun."

As soon as the words were said, everyone was silent, and then the whole audience boiled like a frying pan, or slammed the table and shouted, or protested by pulling their necks, everyone couldn't believe it.

It's like a huge meteorite crashing into the Yangtze River!

No one expected that midsummer time would be so much earlier!

"quiet."

Yu Ming in the corner of the meeting stood up.

...

Within the territory of China.

The sixteen extraordinary districts, the headquarters of non-governmental organizations that gather extraordinary people, and the golden red that is expected to break through the extraordinary also have the right to watch the battle.

...

East 8th District Standard Time, 9:44 p.m.

Location: Southern Hemisphere.

Coordinates: south latitude s50°30′48.34″ east longitude e101°57′11.25″.

From the map, this place is located in the lower left of Australia, below the Indian Ocean and above Antarctica, with vast and boundless oceans in all directions.

Different space cracks have merged.

The temporary colorful channel manifests little by little.

"arrive."

Eleven geniuses got up instantly after becoming holy, like meteors piercing the night and falling to the other side of the sea.

A large number of fighter planes circled in the sky,

A large number of warships gather at sea level,

Artificial satellites monitor the status of the colorful channels all the time.

Currently, the most advanced scientific and technological weapons of human beings are either ready to go, or they are being delivered midway.

hum!

A golden beam of light piercing through the heaven, earth and starry sky gushes out from the depths of the tunnel! !

"Everyone."

"I only have one sword." On the third day, her long black hair moved without wind, and she was seen step by step volleying towards the passage of colorful colored glaze: "I have waited for 1,803 days and nights, just for this sword."

She faced the seven-color passage above the altitude of 500 meters, exuding sacred fluctuations. The golden beam of light shot from the inside of the passage to the blue sea, and it was a real god from a different space that began to descend.

She takes a step,

The left arm that was always behind the back slowly spread out,

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to adulthood, it should be slender, well-proportioned, white, slender, and extremely beautiful. The palm has long lost its five-finger pattern, and the entire front of the left arm has been cast into a sword edge by faith, as if the flesh and blood body that has gone through thousands of tempering has melted into a sword.

The first belief, top-rank sequence, cut through different spaces with one sword.

Forge a sword with will and faith!

Raise a sword with flesh and blood!

"Draw your sword."

It was only on the third day that he pulled out his left arm. At this moment, the endless sword intent filled the universe, lighting up the dark night.

Boom! !

With her as the center of the circle, the mighty sword intent presents overwhelming momentum!

Bang! !

There seemed to be an echo of heavy swords, and the colorful channel in the different space was still shining sacredly, and it was only on the third day that it flew over with its head down.