On this day, the staff at the Deep Space Technology Headquarters seemed to hear the sound of the world collapsing.
As the building shook violently, the glass curtain wall exploded and exploded, the ceiling cracked inch by inch, ash poured down like a waterfall, and the steel bars supporting the building also broke. Investigators and researchers on every floor were He was shocked and speechless by the sudden sound of the siren, and was overwhelmed by the huge panic.
Original disaster!
This turned out to be a primitive disaster!
You must know that this is the Magic City, the headquarters of the Order World!
Accompanied by thunderous roars, the dark mist condensed into a stern and terrifying face in the night, as if ancient ghosts and gods were resurrected from the dead, and a pair of fierce golden pupils lit up, igniting the fire of divine wrath.
He roared angrily, and the breath of death rolled in like a tsunami!
"escape!"
I don't know who shouted something, and people in the building realized the danger. They turned around and jumped out of the windows to escape. The rolling black fog chased them behind, like the god of death.
Even people living in the inner city barrier felt the destructive power. They stopped on the street and took out their mobile phones to take pictures, recording the moment when the building collapsed and the devilish grimace.
Just heard a loud roar.
The ghostly and stern face suddenly exploded through the building.
Countless people were drowned on the spot, wailing in pain like demons in hell.
In just a short moment, the Deep Space Headquarters Building seemed to have been weathered for thousands of years, reduced to a decaying ruin standing in the night, with only the rugged and ferocious steel supports exposed and on the verge of breaking.
People in the streets and alleys looked at this horrific scene, as if they were hearing sacrificial songs from the vast ancient times.
Like falling into an ice cave.
"Qilin..."
Rhine whispered.
The office he was in had been completely destroyed. Whether it was tables, chairs, electrical appliances or accessories, they were all reduced to ashes in an instant. The ceiling was corroded and sand and gravel slid down.
There was a trace of black air lingering on his stretched out fingers, and the nails were completely rotted away.
That was the price he paid for trying to stop that power.
Although it was nothing to him, it was enough to scare him.
"Is this a declaration of war?"
In the desolate ruins, Bai Jin raised his cold eyes. His clothes had already rotted away, but fortunately they were covered by dust so they didn't look too ugly. However, the secretary he regarded as a precious resource didn't even have the ashes. The rest, including the expensive alchemy equipment, were also reimbursed. He had lived for more than two hundred years and had never suffered such humiliation.
He actually let a junior ride on his head.
As for the ballpoint pen he threw out just now, it was also lost in the terrifying ancient divine language.
Not only that.
There were even charred, criss-crossed writings left in the ruins.
"You do not deserve."
Of course this is what Qilin left behind.
The implication is that they, father and son, are not worthy of being in this office.
Because this is where the President once sat.
When Qilin came to the Magic City for the first time, he showed jaw-dropping arrogance and rudeness.
No one can sit in this office without his permission.
No.
Maybe in his opinion, without that woman's order, it doesn't deserve to be called order at all!
"Maybe more than just a declaration of war."
Rhine felt the black energy lingering on his fingertips and said expressionlessly: "According to my speculation, today's Qilin is full of firepower, and no seventh-level person in the world can survive under his hands for more than three minutes. If he It's a way to kill ghosts, so it's even more terrifying, it can almost kill you instantly across levels."
"I don't even know if Level 8 has the ability to kill him."
He paused: "Father, the entire seventh level of the Demon City... is in danger."
Bai Jin is experienced and can naturally feel the power of the syllable just now. He said with a gloomy face: "Then he can kill whoever he wants. After he is promoted to the Holy Realm, can he still do it?"
Although he was reluctant to admit this fact, Rhine chose to remain silent.
Because judging from the current evidence, this is really the case.
Once Qilin is promoted to the Holy Realm, it will be difficult to kill him.
"Deliver my order!"
Bai Jin growled: "Chasing him, he must not have gone far! As long as I find Qilin, I will take action myself!"
The old man's voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the inner city like thunder: "Give me... chase!"
His eyes were fixed on the direction of the TV tower. There was no one on the top of the tower.
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Gu Jianlin had already put on his hood and calmly walked downstairs from the emergency passage. Of course he heard the thunderous roar, furious and helpless, furious and furious.
He rarely smiles since his parents divorced.
After Lao Gu left, he smiled even less.
Since the President left, he has laughed only a handful of times.
This time, there was a smile on his lips, and he felt it was very interesting from the bottom of his heart.
I think that when he first used the ancient divine language in Black Cloud City, he almost paid the price with his life. If it weren't for the dragon marrow liquid, he might still be in a coma now, and what happened later would not have happened.
Later, when I was in Tokyo, I also used the ancient divine language several times. Although I didn't fall into coma and die on the spot, I was always in danger. Fortunately, I had the blood of a bad woman to save my life, so nothing happened.
Now he no longer needs any external force to cast the ancient divine language in the real world.
No longer need to pay such a heavy price.
Just a little tired.
"As expected of the boss, in the face of such divine power, mortals can only kneel down and worship. After tonight, there will probably be many people in the Ether Association who have been corrupted by your power of life and death. I will select the best individuals and implant them with the blood of the ancient god. It will only take about half a month for us to complete the initial penetration."
Mr. Si said in the earphone: "Until we invade the Central Spiritual Council."
This attack was not just out of teenage rage.
Gu Jianlin did want to humiliate the father and son, but his more important purpose was to use the authority of the ancient gods to create favorable conditions for himself, thereby establishing a decisive advantage in the entire battle situation.
Before, he had always regarded himself as a human being, and rarely used the authority of the ancient gods to hide himself.
This time is different.
He no longer needs low-key cover-up, but also needs high-profile invasion.
After all, he was considered a terrorist.
It feels like a bit of a loss if we don't give the Inquisition some terrorist attacks.
"Proceed with caution."
Gu Jianlin casually took off his headphones, crushed them into pieces, and threw them into the trash can at the exit of the emergency passage.
Sirens echoed in the dead TV tower, and the streets were already in chaos. Countless people were swarming and fleeing in all directions. The vehicles on the streets were jammed together, and the traffic police were sweating profusely.
Gu Jianlin put his hands in the pockets of his sweater, lowered his head slightly to let the shadow of his hat cover his face, stopped a taxi against the noisy crowd, and said politely: "Subliminator, right?"
The taxi driver was stunned and didn't even know how he was exposed.
"Go to the Central Lingshu Academy."
Gu Jianlin sat in the back seat, took out a brand new ID from his pocket, handed it over and said: "2022 undergraduate students, this is my ID. Can I drive?"
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If Gu Jianlin wants to go to the Central Lingshu Court to investigate the case, he must have a legal identity, otherwise he cannot break in as a wanted criminal, which will easily alert the snake and eventually lead to failure.
Although his original plan was to enter directly from the main entrance, it was rejected by the shadows.
The shadow department helped him prepare a new identity. He was an outstanding returning student from the undergraduate department of the Central Spiritual School, an illegitimate son from the Ying family, and a promising young man in the academic world. Originally this person was a frontline combatant, but after experiencing several life and death crises, he chose to return to school for further studies.
This situation is still very common in the extraordinary world.
Young people are always passionate when they have never seen the world, yearning for the swords and blood and fire of the extraordinary world.
However, when they actually went to the battlefield and witnessed death, many people suffered from mental breakdown.
Some people don't even want to receive psychological counseling and simply go home.
Ying Changsu is such a person.
The point is that this man was withdrawn and taciturn, and all his few friends died on the battlefield.
The remaining students who stayed on campus have not seen each other for many years.
And the identity information he left on the Deep Space Network has already been changed.
This is the backup identity of the shadow department. The real owner has already been captured and imprisoned in a small dark room.
Gu Jianlin only needed to put on the simulation mask to successfully open and enter the Central Spiritual Shuyuan.
"Ding."
"Identity information authentication passed."
"A-level student Ying Changsu, welcome back to the Central Spiritual Shu Academy."
With the popularity of taxis gone, Gu Jianlin also came to this long-famous sublime training academy.
It is more like a prosperous city within a city than a college. The school gate like a castle gate is monitored by cameras. After recognizing his facial information, you can feel that the magnetic field barrier in front of you has been lifted, and even security guards are standing at the door. No, but there are twelve pillars wrapped with ancient totems, hiding the alchemical matrix.
After entering the school gate, there is a wide tree-lined avenue, surrounded by green lawns and tall buildings.
The road is spacious and clean, and the traffic lights change back and forth.
It is like a prosperous city isolated from the rest of the world. There are red Ferraris whizzing by on the streets. Young students look very cool wearing sunglasses. There are also vans parked at the door of the auction house. Workers transporting goods carefully. Under the gorgeous coffin, I don't know which ancient prince or nobleman is lying inside.
There is also a trembling old man walking down from the residential building, holding a big golden retriever with four eyes in his hand. He is sitting on the roadside reading a book. It looks like an ordinary book, but the title of the book is written in ancient divine language. of.
The lights in the research institute next door were still on, and doctors in white coats hurried in carrying suitcases.
This is the largest gathering place for sublimators in our country.
It is also a paradise for academics and resources.
You can live here, start a business and trade here, or even establish your own family and branch out. Of course, the most mainstream thing is academic research and making a name for yourself in alchemy technology.
According to the introduction on the Deep Space Network, the Central Lingshu Academy covers an area of 4,000 hectares, most of which are living areas and commercial areas. As for the inner courtyard where classes and further studies are held, it is located in the deepest part of the school.
Although this is a college, there are very obvious class divisions, the most obvious one being the housing level.
Because the Central Spiritual Council has a lot of money, the department heads and senior professors who hold some power all own their own properties here. In addition to the worry-free permanent residence, there are also countless conveniences that symbolize wealth and status. Most of the ordinary faculty, staff and students rent houses.
Rentals are also divided into different categories. In the first and second rings, children from ascendant families often gather. In the third ring, some outstanding children from poor families gather together for warmth. As for the fourth and fifth rings, some people are from poor families and have limited talents. Not considered good students, they are often called cannon fodder.
The place where Gu Jianlin lives is a cannon fodder gathering place, located in Block 17 of the Fourth Ring Road.
Logically speaking, with this fake identity, you shouldn't live here, and it's not conducive to movement.
But since the shadow department has arranged it this way, it must have a deeper meaning.
However, when he saw his housing information, he still frowned.
"Actually, we're still sharing a room?"
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After Xia Zhi dragged her tired body back home, the first thing she did was to take off her clothes and soak in the bathtub. Her snow-white and slim body curled up into a ball, but in her mind was the battle that broke out at Hongqiao Airport in the evening, so much so that she My fragile mind was severely damaged and is still in a state of confusion to this day.
She no longer wanted to recall what exactly happened at that time.
Because when the two terrorists in the business class raised their heads and glanced at her, her spirit almost collapsed.
Fortunately, the two terrorists did not make things difficult for her and allowed her to evacuate first with the innocent passengers.
Unfortunately, she was still so scared that she made a mistake when evacuating passengers. As a result, a prominent academic was frightened and suffered a myocardial infarction on the spot. He is still being rescued.
Not only that, because she was in a hurry, several passengers were injured.
Afterwards, the witchers of the Inquisition mentally tortured her.
Her performance during this operation was marked as substandard.
Without exception, they were fired.
This also announced that she failed the internship assessment and was forced to stay in school for a year.
For students from well-off families, staying in school for a year has no other impact besides humiliation.
But it's different for Xia Zhi.
Because she is poor.
Just like most ordinary girls in the world, her parents are farmers from her hometown in northern Shaanxi. They are so ordinary that they cannot even be integrated into the bizarre and extraordinary world, let alone modern life. There are two younger brothers and three younger sisters in the family. As the eldest daughter in the family, she can only bear the burden of the family.
Fortunately, she became the golden phoenix that flew out of the chicken coop, because she awakened to the ancient path in the branch in her hometown when she was a child. Her appearance was also very good, and she was successfully admitted to the Central Spiritual Shu Academy.
Fast forward more than ten years.
She thought her life after becoming an Ascended One would be smooth, but the pressure of life made her breathless.
Some people may ask, will the Ascendants still be short of money?
The answer is yes.
Because students of the Central Spiritual School have to pay high tuition fees, including their own advancement, which is an astronomical sum. Although they can exchange academic merit for resources, they can only be used for their own use and cannot be bought or sold.
Once you are suspected of privately buying and selling extraordinary resources, it will be a felony as long as you are discovered.
Her life would be completely ruined.
It will end badly.
Very miserable.
It is not easy to be able to stay in school and maintain my studies all these years, relying solely on work-study, and to use the extra rewards completed to subsidize some family income. But just this year, due to her father's serious illness, the unsatisfactory farm work, and the expenses required for her younger brothers and sisters to go to school, her balance of payments was broken.
Most importantly, Xia Zhi's old illness became serious.
All she hopes is to get a good job after graduation.
Enough to support her life and take care of her humble family.
But today, that hope was dashed.
Recalling what happened in the afternoon, her headache felt like it was about to split. It was as if there were two souls whispering in her body. Sometimes ghostly and terrifying faces flashed in front of her eyes, sometimes fierce golden eyes, and occasionally You can also see ghost figures in white coats flashing in front of you, and the smell of disinfectant hits your face.
She was trembling in the bathtub. She reached into the small leather bag that never left her body, took out the special tranquilizer that she had bought with ten bounties, and hurriedly swallowed it down her throat.
The medicine took effect quickly, and she gradually calmed down, and her breathing gradually became gentler.
The cold moonlight shone on her pale face from the window. She soaked in the pool tiredly. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Finally, she hugged her knees and sobbed softly, choking on her tears.
Why?
Why do the battles between those big shots affect a small character like her?
She has worked very hard to live...
At this moment, her doorbell suddenly rang.
Xia Zhi sat up suddenly like a frightened rabbit. She thought that the things this afternoon were not over yet and those damn demon hunters were coming to torture her again. She quickly grabbed her phone and turned on the video surveillance.
Unexpectedly, what was shown on the surveillance camera was a young man wearing a sweatshirt.
"I know you are watching me on the surveillance camera."
The boy said expressionlessly: "I paid half a year's rent on the Deep Space Network this afternoon."
Only then did Xia Zhi remember that she had rented out her bedroom in the afternoon to make a living.
(End of chapter)
