Time stands on your own side.

Hopefully, this time, time is still on my side

"Agree, Russell, you don't have time anymore."

In the huge battlefield above the sky, Westcott reached out and grabbed the phantoms that broke in front of him. He suddenly turned around, and the giant snake that emerged out of thin air turned into dust.

Immediately afterwards, I avoided the lightning that pierced from the shadows.

It is difficult to see where the attack comes from and what the target is.

From beginning to end, Russell seemed to be standing on the clouds in front of him without any movement, but it was just an illusion, an illusion, and no one knew what he was hiding in the darkness.

But now, he seemed to care about the tense and anxious situation at all.

Just lowering your eyes and looking down at the burning city under your feet.

Watch everything the chosen people have created.

"So beautiful."

He said, "It's like a fairy tale... It's so enviable. Westcott is so old and has such a rich childlike innocence."

He turned around and asked curiously: "Is it really so happy to play house with the children?"

From Loki's lies and illusions, Westcott, who remained motionless, remained indifferent.

"But, is this really worth it, old friend."

Russell raised his hand curiously and drew a circle below: "You are willing to betray everything, sacrifice everything, and exchange it for the ideal country, which is such a ridiculous thing?

I'm curious, what's going on in your mind, right?"

"What about that?"

Westcote accelerated the search, traced the remains of Loki, and sneered: "Sit down and watch you go crazy and destroy everything with the kingdom of heaven?"

"Shaking the so-called banner of ideals smugly, leading everyone to a dead end... This is the original sin of the ideal country, Russell!"

Thousands of rainbow lights intertwined from the sky, blocking and tearing apart all lies, and shackled the black dragon hidden in the dark in the shackles.

The black dragon dissipated from Russell's feet and turned into a swimming fish, blending into an invisible river, disappearing.

"The existence of the ideal country has long become a mistake!"

Westcote suppressed his anger and said coldly: "We are just trying to correct all this and stop your absurd plans! Why was the Golden Dawn born? Can you really not guess at all, Russell!

I don’t believe you until now, and you don’t understand why the ideal country fell!”

"Can't guess anything?" Russell asked in confusion: "President? The purpose of the kingdom of heaven? Or is it the hidden element of destruction? The fall of the kingdom of heaven?

It wasn't that a few of you hooked up together decades ago, it seemed like you were going to have some little secrets..."

He shrugged helplessly and replied regretfully: "I guessed it all, Westcott, all."

Westcote stood there in a daze.

"Do you still remember what the teachers of the Genius House said?"

Russell raised his finger and knocked on his forehead, "The smart kid is growing fast."

He said: "I guessed it all long ago."

Seventy years ago, there were many people who were as sensitive as Russell.

He is not the only one who feels the undercurrents and signs of the interior.

However, everyone chose to trust their companions, their explanations and excuses.

Unfortunately, there are always bad sheep.

Among the many alert people, there is only one person who has never believed in others and has never regarded others as his partners and family.

So, who is this person?
Chapter completed!