Chapter 1155 Our War

The earth was shaking, and the loud noise in the distance never stopped.

The thunder continued to spread, and in the hurricane, the towering ivory tower was slightly shaken, but it still stood on the earth.

And just under the White Tower, in the deep darkness, only the lights of countless instruments flashed quietly, illuminating the face of the Creator on the recliner.

Another thunder sound, so loud.

The dust fell down.

Evelyn lowered her head calmly and used a strip of strips to clean the dust in her pipe. Two dust fell down and fell into the pipe, which made her frown.

"At least, restrain yourself, that guy..."

A polite knock on the door rang out from behind.

"Ms. Chaser, hope it's not disturbing."

The clerk who came to support the iron crystal mount stood in front of the door and smiled.

He looked around the medical cabins standing in the darkness, and in the front, the empty cabin body that had been opened long ago, with a slightly raised eyebrows:

"Mr. Orton has actually been on the field?"

"yes."

Evelyn lowered her head to fill her pipe and sighed unhappily: "He was the first person to open her eyes. I heard that there was a fight and I didn't even bother to wear my pants, so I rode Xiaoying's motorcycle to run..."

She paused for a moment and sighed helplessly: "This aspect of not listening to others at all is very consistent with the mentality of the ideal country."

"Well? You are the elders and the backbone. Isn't that appropriate?" Simmons smiled.

"Will anyone with no brain problems jump into this place that will definitely not end well?" Evelyn shook her head and sneered: "Any normal person will not think about these things every day, right?"

"It makes me feel a little sad." Simmons sat beside her, "I was chasing the backs of my seniors and jumped in with longing."

"Isn't that right that your mind is a little bit abnormal?"

Evelyn glanced at him, was silent for a long time, and laughed softly: "Actually, everyone is the same..."

She said: "In the years since the fall of heaven, I was in hell until I died, and I never thought of returning to the present situation. Now I think about it, I actually feel a little regretful."

"Isn't it because of disappointment with others?" Simmons asked.

"Maybe, maybe."

The old man pondered and looked down at the pipe in his hand. The person who gave his pipe was no longer in the world, just like himself.

She thought for a long time and said seriously: "But more of it is fear and loneliness."

Fear.

Simmons was slightly dull.

"What do you think is the ideal country, Simmons?" Evelyn asked, "Hero? Madman? Genius? Or idiot?"

Simmons was speechless, but Evelyn replied on her own: "Actually they are all the same."

"In the ideal country, there are not only good people. In the early days, there were even murderous madmen and madmen who intend to provoke the five major genealogy struggles. They are not only glorious geniuses, but also irresistible garbage from personality to hobbies.

If someone like me is in it, I can only say... ordinary."

Speaking of this, Evelyn laughed: "After all, genius, demon, madman or other titles are just given to us by others.

In the former ideal country, there were actually only some homeless pitiful people."

Simmons was stunned and opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't speak.

"You can't understand, right? It's normal, Simmons." Evelyn suddenly asked, "Do you have any other places to go besides the Iron Crystal Tower?"

The director of the agency was silent for a long time, slowly shook his head.

"That's where I choose to serve for my whole life, ma'am, even if it's death, I will leave the ashes on its deck."

"That's the home you've found for yourself, isn't it?"

The old man sighed mercifully: "Simmons, you can't return to the present state, but it's not just because you have noble ambitions, but also because you can't stand living among ordinary people.

This is not that you are arrogant and indifferent, it is just that you don’t have your friends there.

Even if you are tired, old, want to retire, and walk among the crowd, you will find that you are completely different from the people around you, their love, their hatred, their lives...that is not what you want. Even if you are given endless wealth and power, you will only feel suffocated, as if you are thrown into the deep sea.

You won't feel happy and happy because your paradise isn't there...we are the same."

She leaned on the lounge chair, lowered her eyes and stared at the faint flame in her pipe, as if she was glimpsing the light of the past, so much for her memory.

"We want to change this world, not only because of our noble and lofty ambitions, but also to satisfy our own selfish desires and find more companions, more friends, and more likes."

"We gather in the vast wilderness to make the world better and to create a home for ourselves."

"This is the ideal country."

She smiled and said softly: "The destination we have chosen for ourselves belongs to our ideal country."

It is precisely because of this that we trust each other and share the same brothers.

It is precisely because of this that after losing it... it is so painful.

Wandering in hell in despair, groping in the abyss persistently, leaving behind the ruins of the past behind, not daring to see it again, nor wanting to recall everything that happened again.

I am so lonely.

"Dream-like happy years are always easy to end, right?"

Evelyn chuckled and mocked herself: "The beauty and glory of the past are gone, and only the painless wandering soul cannot be attached to you. I ask, how can there be no hatred in our hearts?"

Accompanied by her words, in the darkness, in the tombstone-like medical cabins.

The sleeping souls opened their eyes.

Full of pain and anger, staring at the world in front of you.

This is the result created by Huai Shi after fully opening up the authority of the Book of Destiny.

Record with events, reshape the souls of the deceased, and re-given the power of the Creator.

Those records from the Book of Destiny, those victims who had long died, those homeless wild dogs, those dead who were pushed down the abyss by their trusted companions... return to this world again!

Breathe air filled with pungent disinfectant.

Push open the door in front of you.

Wet stitching on the floor.

It was like a dog that had fallen out of the mud, gathering silently in one place.

When he heard the call from his enemies from afar, his expression became cold and gloomy.

No more tenderness remains.

"Long time no see you guys."

Evelyn took off her pipe, turned around, and smiled at her long-lost companions: "I don't need to say more about the extra words that our enemies are there."

She said: "Do whatever you need to do."

What answered her was silent silence.

The dead souls crawled out of hell again in silence, gathered in a queue, walked out of the darkness, took over weapons and orders, and drove towards the battlefield in the distance!

For a long time, Evelyn was the only one left in the silence.

The old man sat quietly on his recliner, looked up at the ceiling above his head, as if he could see the continuous firelight and fighting scenes under the stars.

"Look, my friends."

She smiled, sniffed the smell of ashes in her pipe, full of wishes: "The enemy has already appeared, and the traitors have stepped onto the stage."

"Our war begins again."

Now, under the turbulent starry sky, the Styx is rushing!

Anubis opened his mouth and roared silently.

The burning sharp blade tore endless blood and fell from the sky.

The vast glow of the Land of Blessings was shattered under the slash of the sharp blade, the clouds of the sea of ​​thunder were burned by the flames above the light wings, and everything was completely destroyed wherever the red trajectory passed.

The wounded blood snake roared and fell into rage, but the distance between them quickly widened.

He could only control countless spells from afar and attack.

But those spells like rain, under Anubis's light slash, were all destroyed and gone.

It is hard to imagine that Anubis' destructive power can reach such a level.

In just five minutes, the Bloody Legion, the Storm Army of the Sea of ​​Thunder, the Prey Angels in the Land of Blessings, and even the large group of infinite hells, all of them were destroyed under the slashing sword blade!

This fuck...this fuck...

Not only the large group inside the chessboard, but even the spectators outside the chessboard couldn't help but be forgotten in a terrifying way. After seventy years, the terrifying shock returned.

It makes the soul chill...
To be continued...