In the depth, a hoarse voice like moaning came.

That was the broken impression left by the high-pitched roar after being slowed down by tens of thousands of times.

In the terrifying turbulence that swept across the entire depth zone, tens of thousands of micro-spots drifted with the waves on the burning battlefield, collecting all the fluctuations from all directions without dead corners, passing them to the rear, and finally, gathering together and intertwining into a flashing battlefield projection.

Right in the overhead conference room of the Sea of ​​Silver.

In order to cope with the changes within the World of the World, only this place that can slow down time to the limit can be responded calmly.

But at this moment, everyone felt the same anxiety at the same time.

When a second waiting is stretched unlimitedly, the pressure filled with it is enough to make anyone who claims to be strong in will.

What's more, this is not a trivial matter like a person's life and death, but a battle involving the safety of the entire present situation and is enough to determine the direction of the battle in all realms?

"This is really... hard to bear."

Yegor rubbed his eyes and sighed softly, no one responded.

Everyone is silently handing over or handling their own work, just like screws and gears running in their own position. Even for a long time, including within the governing bureau, many people have criticized this style of using people as tools. But it has to be admitted that to a certain extent, tools are often much happier than those who really face all this pressure.

Live long too.

Even with the maintenance technology of the hospital and various medical maintenance at all costs, everyone has to admit that working in the central decision-making room is a really short-lived job.

So much so that all members with a family history of cerebral infarction, heart system, blood pressure, mental illness, etc. will have another contract to sign before entering...

Now, when Yegor looked around in a daze, looking at all the figures around him, working against time, the secretariat that was working against time, the overhead floor that did not show its own sense of existence unless necessary, was the defense command center running around working... For a moment, there was an urge to sigh to the sky.

Isn't there even someone who can literally share my worries?

There is a answer.

And he was also drinking fake wine and smoking fake cigarettes and blinking at him, and he could go online to serve as a close friend at any time...

Russell is waiting.

It’s a pity that Yegor didn’t really want to pay attention to him.

He always felt that he would have lived for more than ten years if he said less to this old turtle.

But the old turtle didn't plan to let him go.

Russell didn't know what method he used, but he bypassed the verification system and moved his maps and projections directly next to him, as if he wanted to create an intimate image of the heavenly genealogy and the ruling bureau.

It looks like it is open for business with posts.

"I feel that you are under a lot of pressure. Brother, do you want some vodka?"

"Come on, you know I'm not from the Russian Federation."

"It's okay to drink some, even if it doesn't work, at least you can feel at ease, right?"

Russell pinched a wine glass out of thin air and placed it in front of him, "You're going to be anxious."

In fact, after making a big decision on behalf of the Central Decision-making Office, the most dispensable thing on the entire battlefield was Secretary-General...

There are naturally sublimators in battlefield struggles, and there are also Deep Space Corps, logistics operations have defensive fronts, and strategic planning... Isn't this a staff room that gathers most of the current forces?

Next, he could only use it as a stamping machine and just approve the submitted applications one by one.

But it was him who made the decision, he was the one who convinced the decision-making room, and he was the one who insisted on fighting. How could he look indifferent and care about everything?

Responsibility is something that is not worth mentioning in some people's eyes, but in some people's eyes, it is heavier than their own lives.

"Let's relax. After throwing the dice out, don't worry about it." Russell saw enough fun and continued to make up his mind: "Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, right?"

Yegor glared at him coldly, "Why don't you bet when you say it's so easy?"

Russell's face remained unchanged, and he spread his hands calmly and smiled.

"Don't I bet every day?"

“…”

Yegor had the urge to vomit blood for a moment, but he was speechless.

Just like the person who advises you to quit smoking and park Ferrari downstairs, this matter is particularly convincing. Since the reorganization of the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy, Russell has not been gambled? When did he bet, he didn’t have a full share of wealth? When did he not win thoroughly?

But he looks like he looks like I hate gambling the most, which is particularly annoying.

But what he said is indeed the truth.

Is it because everyone likes to spend all their money? Russell has no choice. If you want to restore the situation of your ideal country, you must try hard again and again. Otherwise, there will be no hope at all...

After all, it is an ideal country.

It can only be said to be tradition.

But where does the unit like the governing bureau have such rich experience in committing suicide?

Because of this, whenever Yegor sees Russell's active appearance, he always feels indescribable envy and jealousy in his heart.

Is this the preparatory clerk of the Ideal Country?

If I had such a big heart, how could I waste my time in my 90s and still not achieve my ideals...

"You are experienced and I can't compare to you, okay?"

He sighed, not wanting to answer the conversation anymore.

"Don't let it go, am I just comforting you?"

Russell continued to spread his hands: "Of course, I don't deny that if you fail to run for president, I will set off firecrackers... But even if you are a competitor, can you still feel your situation and pressure when you see such a situation?"

It's rare, I said something thoughtful after sprinkling salt.

But Yegor couldn't be grateful at all.

He really didn't want to hear this guy go nonsense, otherwise his mentality might have collapsed before the war was over.

So, I could only point to the projection of the battlefield and change the topic: "I can't see what the situation is like, can you explain it to me?"

"It's my unique skill to be a commentator."

Russell suddenly danced: "I am a gold medal commentator in our school's sports meet every year, okay?"

"So, hurry up." Yegor sighed.

"Okay, the current situation, in a nutshell, in short..."

Russell thought for a moment and spread his hands:

"Stay-off."

Silence, in silence, Yegor pressed his faint pain in his stomach.

Once again, I miss my stomach medicine...

Is this fucking you?

Can't you see that someone with eyes?

"Don't be angry in a hurry, listen to me first."

Russell shook his head and sighed, pointing to the solidification scene that appeared in the battle situation.

In the slowing time, everything is evolving slowly at a speed that cannot be easily distinguished by the naked eye, so that everyone feels as if they are watching the PPT that will be refreshed after a few seconds.

Now, in the trap between depths, the Gospel Holy See, which spreads its strange wings, is rapidly rising, struggling, and fighting, but under the suppression of the entire Dongxia law, it is impossible to escape from the cage calmly.

Under the suppression of the firepower of the Deep Space Fleet and the Border Defense Front, flames continued to rise above the huge shell, and the cracks continued to emerge and heal.

Even so, the suppression of all resources has not stopped.

Even if everyone knows that the firepower of the border defense line cannot severely damage or kill their opponents, if they do not suppress it, how can they create opportunities for other parts?

If the opponent is allowed to counterattack calmly, it will only cause greater losses.

The moment the Promised Land of All Eternities was awakened, the Gospel Holy See was completely hatched from its eggs, and it was no longer a clumsy dead thing like the past.

It is a worldly seed carefully cultivated by ranchers, a blueprint for the future, and also a new ruler!

The Gospel of the Archangel!

It was obviously an archangel who was highly anticipated by the rancher, but he looked like a premature baby. His abdomen was as huge as a tumor, his hands and feet were slender, his neck was slender, and his face was as strange as a bird.

The huge body that spans two depths is still changing continuously, and the faces of four living creatures appear on the strange flesh wings, bursting light into all directions.

Unlike other rulers who were weak after their advancement, it had entered its heyday at the moment of breaking its shell and showed its jaw-dropping power.

In less than half a minute of the brief battle, a border was completely destroyed. In order to cover up friendly forces and create opportunities for landing, two established deep space fleets were destroyed.

At the top of the projection, every time the number of war loss jumps, it makes the scalp numb.

"Don't be in a hurry to have a headache. The headache is still behind." Russell said: "The current stalemate is actually the temporary illusion formed by both sides."

As his fingers splayed, the projection of the battlefield gradually changed: "The entire battlefield is actually divided into four layers from the outside to the inside.

The outermost layer is the shackle formed by the joint efforts of the defensive fronts of all realms and Chun Jun. In addition to suppressing the Gospel and Holy See, the most important purpose is to prevent external interference. There is no need to worry before unknown factors and other disruptors appear.

And looking inward is the real battlefield.

The deep space fleet, the strike circle formed by moving borders, and the battlefield where cast iron legions and other sublimators are located after landing on the outer layer. This is the scope we can interfere and support now.
To be continued...