Meteor City, Ultimus Family Mansion.
Kim Kalash stood in front of a huge and wide sink, the lenses of her gold glasses reflecting the turquoise water light. Countless human silhouettes are looming in the water waves. The water tank occupies the entire three floors, just like an artificial ocean created in the building.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground grew closer and closer. A few seconds later, the green-haired Dr. Baioli appeared behind him, fatigue etched into her eyes like invisible wrinkles.
"Your special model is also completed." Baioli said, "I don't have the energy to test it, so I will do whatever I can."
"Gaius has already become the Vice President, right? Then he must be very lucky. Everything will go smoothly. So don't worry too much. It's not worth it to tire yourself out before you become immortal. ah."
Jin is obviously old, but he talks cheerfully like a young man. Baioli didn't bother to argue with him. He leaned on the railing and looked at the end of the water tank. There were two distinctive armors lurking among the sleeping figures.
"That's the special machine body we're going to use." Baioli spat, "Damn it, you still have to fight and kill at your age."
"Madam, don't complain about the path you have chosen. I am curious, is immortality that important to you?"
"Who knows." Baioli looked calm, "I sometimes wonder whether I am obsessed with my immortal old friend, or whether I simply want to return to the carefree past of my youth... But it doesn't matter now. If you think about it again, just keep doing this.”
"Yeah, I don't know how happy I am if I don't think too much!"
Jin sighed and gestured towards the sink. The human figures that had been silent in the water all moved together, and countless savage beast eyes opened at the same time, forming an orange light in the blue. The latest type of dragon clones migrate along the secret passage in the water tank. They will serve as consumables for the permanent dragon body and guard Meteor City's first line of defense.
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"Meteor stars are falling like rain~bringing surprise and joy~"
The Happy Demon went in circles, bypassing the colorful city-states. Once upon a time, this underground city was still a construction site under construction, but now the automatic robots have long since evacuated. 51 micro-sculpture-like buildings are distributed in the space beneath the Presidential Palace. The gray-white pillars that govern the entire city-state stand in the center, and the director who weaves silk threads is there. In which he writes his repertoire.
The Happy Demon walked into the silk pillar with brisk steps and found that the leader did not write any more scripts today, but was just sitting quietly at the table.
"Captain, commander! There will be a meteor shower soon. Why don't you come and watch the stars together?"
"There is no surprise or joy, so why bother?"
Situ Yi turned his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly said: "Why is Governor Judas happy?"
Judas was stunned and didn't understand why he asked this question. He is an actor in the Dust Theater Troupe, and the leader can know what he is thinking just by thinking about it, without the need for verbal consultation. But he is a loyal and good actor, and he will answer whatever the leader asks.
"As a human being, I wanted to dedicate my life to my beliefs and beliefs," Judas said. "But when I learned that God never existed and that the saint was a little girl, most of the teachings I believed in were made up by later generations. At that time... I couldn't be religious anymore. I felt like my life was like a big prank, in which I was deceived for more than fifty years before I woke up. This world is a big joke, so why don't you laugh more? Where's the smile?"
"The Governor is a wonderful person, and wonderful people always have wise words." Situ Yi said with a smile, "The world is empty now, and the banquet will eventually come to an end. Why bother and worry? You might as well laugh about it."
He fell silent, his long fingers resting on the corner of the big script. The Lord of the Hidden Law accompanied him silently, and the Happy Demon disciple felt uncomfortable. Usually the leader was always talkative, but it was rare for him to be so quiet.
"Just go and listen to Gaius' instructions." Situ Yi said.
The Happy Demon was surprised: "The leader will not direct the drama today?"
Situ Yi raised his head slightly, as if he could see through the ground and see what was happening on the ground. The corners of his mouth curved into a long and narrow arc, like a dangerous snake's smile.
"I'm afraid I don't have time to write a story today."
After hearing this, the Demon of Joy silently resigned and left the ground, and the Lord of the Hidden Law disappeared. Situ Yi put away the script, stood up from his desk, and set up a small stage. The wooden base was square and square, with a white cloth acting as a curtain. Four paper figures of different heights, short, fat, and thin took turns on the stage, followed by a heavy and thick dragon.
The paper people showed their faces and then disappeared behind the scenes. Then all the light in the underground space disappeared, and a faint light slanted down from above, reflecting their shadows on the curtain. The shadows moved stiffly, performing a silent drama for the pale audience.
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6:57pm, Presidential Palace.
The underground of Meteor City is dark and dark, while the top of Meteor City is brilliant.
The festive atmosphere over the past few days has aroused the emotions of citizens and tourists. Tourists waving different flags and various unique performance artists can be seen everywhere on the road. Some people look forward to meteor showers, some hate them; many people like Gaius, and some deeply hate his appearance; environmentalists take this opportunity to advocate garbage classification and urban parks, while extreme believers try their best to connect environmental changes with gods. . Standing on a high place and looking down at the city, you will feel that the ever-changing city and all kinds of people are like a torrent of seven colors. Many thoughts converge into numb turbidity, swallowing up everything close to it and dyeing it famous. For a special mediocre color.
"I need a drink," Gaius said.
Klein gave him a bottle directly, and the Vice President drank nearly half of it in one go without even looking at the brand. The highly concentrated alcohol flowed into his stomach like a ball of icy fire. He realized that what his old partner said was true. Sometimes a few drinks would make him feel much better.
"Hey, hey, what should I do if I'm photographed by a reporter?" the president said with a smile, "Vice President Gaius drank in public on the eve of the election?"
"Who the hell cares." Gaius continued drinking. They were standing on the terrace of the Presidential Palace. The colorful streams of light in the sky piled up together, and the colors were as muddy as the canvas of a poor impressionist painter. The Presidential Campus, which is open to the public, was packed with people. Celebrities from all walks of life stepped on the noble turf that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to maintain every year, waiting to hear the candidates' blessing speeches after the meteor shower.
This is an opportunity that every high-profile election candidate deserves, but this year's presidential candidates have no opponents. No politician can bear the burden of singing against Gaius, so they have withdrawn voluntarily, as if in a competition. A coward who surrendered before the start.
"Gaius! Gaius! Gaius!"
The excited crowd shouted his name. The shouts came from below the Presidential Palace, from all over Meteor City, and from the entire United States of Usters. Even conservatives who hate the vice president the most have to admit that they can't find a better choice than Gaius. But Gaius was not overjoyed. With the help of the Kalash family, the cooperation of Drusus in the early stage, and the secret push of the formless god, even a pig standing here could get cheers from the crowd. His enemies are never in the political arena; his enemies lurk in the shadows.
"Still no news?" Gaius asked.
"No..." came the message from Jing Lian, who was guarding the totem, "They are probably already here, pretending to be ordinary people and mingling among 38 million people. There is nothing we can do if the other party remains calm. They are waiting for an opportunity. Woolen cloth."
"They can't wait too long." Judas answered, and he was hiding in the presidential palace. "There will be no point in sneaking in until the election is over tomorrow. It's either now or tomorrow morning..."
This is an unspeakable torture. You know that obstruction is bound to come, but you don't know what form it will take. Have you made enough plans? Is your backup plan enough? Are you really ready? Gaius suppressed his self-questioning, handed the bottle to his old partner, walked out of the lounge with firm steps, stood on the terrace, and stood in the attention of two billion people in the entire country.
He made a voice to all the people of the United States. He started with a regular opening statement, and moved from people-friendly greetings to a review of the long history, to a prospect for the future, and cleverly outlined his program in the middle. Everyone listened attentively, and the speech went extremely smoothly, but his heartstrings tightened even more. There were still thirty seconds before the meteor shower would fall, and he gave his final summary.
"...This is a day worth remembering. Not only because after this meteor shower, Meteor City will usher in a temporary calm, but also because after today, this country will forever leave its ancient past and move towards a new change.
Let us cast our sights to the sky and welcome the luck and blessings that belong to every citizen! "
At the end of the speech, the whole country burst into applause. The first meteor dragged its long tail across the sky, and there was no error in the previous prediction. This speech is like a precision machine. Every step and every action is perfectly arranged in advance. All you have to do is wait for the gears to bite in sequence.
Gaius raised his head together with the citizens of the city, looking at the extremely beautiful shooting stars in the turbid sky. In the past, shooting stars were a symbol of luck in the Land of Glory, and people would run around on starlit nights in order to touch the stars. But the stars falling like rain on this day will not bring any changes, so it is called happiness for everyone. The first shooting star magnified in everyone's eyes. This time, the first shooting star was a yellow light representing good luck. Behind it, six stars of different colors followed, like a rainbow bridge across the sky. More light appeared after the rainbow, and the dense starlight simply took away the existence of the night. Tonight's meteor shower will be extremely grand, and people will see hundreds of stars flashing through the night...
Gaius forgot to breathe for a moment. In previous years, the meteor showers in the Bright Light State were only a few hundred per hour at most, and no matter how grand the meteor shower was, it would not show such a scene at the beginning. Every ray of light in the night sky is as bright as a new star bursting out. Those are not the meteors coming tonight at all... they are the star souls marked by the Extreme Northern Cross Stardust Array! Hundreds or thousands of star souls activated at full power!
A horrified announcement pierced the headset: "Emergency alert! The Stardust Array is overloaded, and there are 3,782 hostile reactions throughout Meteor City!"
"What about strength?!" Gaius asked, "What is the average strength!"
"Creation level!" The intelligence officer almost cried out in pain, "All... are creation level!"
At this moment, Meteor City was turned upside down, and people's exclamations even covered up the strange movements in the air. At the bottom of the Capitol, at the exit of the Memorial Hall of the Fallen Star, in the middle of the urban park, in thousands of remembered or forgotten places, little gray snakes disguised as food or garbage leaped up and rushed into the starry sky. Their bodies expanded dozens of times in the process, and they danced wildly in the capital of the United States with a huge volume comparable to tall buildings.
The spell that protected the entire city was operating with unprecedented overload power, and thousands of destructive starlights fell to the earth. Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two giant snakes soared into the sky, opening their mouths to swallow starlight with evil smiles. That was exactly what Gongsun Ce had planned in advance, and it had been transformed into the false seal of the divine method!
The Extreme North Cross Stardust Array is a large array that has been tested repeatedly, but no array will consider thousands of world-creating magicians as a battle situation. Gongsun Ce's trick deceived the formation, and the overloaded Stardust Array suddenly fell into a semi-paralyzed state, and it could no longer maintain the suppression effect. The real attack was launched at this moment. The shapes of three thousand giant snakes turned into mist and dispersed at the touch of starlight. The endless gray mist surged towards the Presidential Palace and condensed into a huge human figure in black clothes and gray hair.
"Surprise, Your Excellency, Vice President!"
Gongsun Ce's projection rushed forward holding a slender black weapon, and his laughter echoed in the vast space. No one could have imagined how crazy this young man's plan was. He didn't even think about covering up his traces or considering safety issues. Immediately after the formation was abolished, he rushed to the residence of the head of the United States alone and assassinated the Vice President in full view of everyone!
(End of chapter)
