Chapter 1246 Suffering and Waiting

From the depths, a hoarse sound like a moan came.

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

In the terrifying turbulence that swept through the entire depth zone, tens of thousands of miniature probes drifted on the burning battlefield, collecting all fluctuations in all directions at 360 degrees without blind spots, and transmitted them to the rear. Finally, they gathered together everywhere, intertwined into a flickering battlefield projection.

Just in the overhead conference room of the Silver Sea.

In order to cope with the changes within the Eternal Paradise, only this place that can slow down time to the limit can respond calmly.

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

When a second of waiting is stretched indefinitely, the pressure is enough to make anyone who calls himself strong-willed become unbearable.

What's more, this is not a trivial matter like one person's life or death, but a battle that involves the safety of the entire world and is enough to determine the direction of the war among the worlds?

"This is really... difficult."

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

Everyone is silently handing over or handling their work, like screws and gears moving in their positions. Even for a long time, many people, including within the governing bureau, have been quite critical of this style of using people as tools. But I have to admit that to a certain extent, tools are often much happier than the people who actually face all this pressure.

Live long.

Even with the survival hospital's maintenance technology and all kinds of medical maintenance regardless of cost, everyone has to admit that working in the central decision-making room is a really short-lived job.

So that all members with family histories of cerebral infarction, cardiac system, blood pressure, mental illness, etc. have another contract to sign before entering...

Now, when Yegor looked around blankly and looked at all the people around him, the secretariat working against the clock, the overhead floor that did not show its presence unless necessary, the defense headquarters that was busy working... for a moment, there was actually a An urge to look up to the sky and sigh.

Is there not even one person who can literally share my worries?

The answer is yes.

Moreover, she was drinking fake wine, smoking fake cigarettes and winking at him. She could go online at any time and act as a close friend...

Russell is waiting.

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

He always felt that if he didn't say a few words to this old bastard, he might be able to live for another ten years.

But the old bastard was not going to let him go.

Russell didn't know what method he used, but he bypassed the verification system and moved his texture and projection directly next to him, as if to create an image of the close relationship between the Kingdom of Heaven's pedigree and the governing bureau.

It looks like it's a business.

"You feel so stressed, brother, would you like some vodka?"

"Don't come here, you know I'm not from Russia."

"It's always good to drink some. Even if it doesn't work, at least you can feel at ease, right?"

Russell made a wine glass out of thin air and placed it in front of him, "You are so anxious."

In fact, after making a big decision on behalf of the central decision-making room, the most dispensable person on the entire battlefield is him as the Secretary-General...

Naturally, there are sublimators for battlefield struggles, there are deep space legions for emergency response, there are defensive fronts for logistics operations, and strategizing...isn't there a staff room that gathers most of the current situation's forces?

Next, he can only act as a stamping machine, approving the applications one by one.

But it happened that he was the one who made the decision, he was the one who convinced the decision-making room, and he was the one who advocated the battle. How could he look indifferent and ignore everything?

Responsibility is something that some people think is light and not worth mentioning, but some people think it is heavier than their own lives.

"Relax. After the dice are thrown, don't worry about it anymore." Russell had seen enough of the excitement and continued to play with his mentality: "Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, right?"

Yegor gave him a cold look, "It's so easy, why don't I see you gambling?"

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

"Don't I gamble every day?"

"..."

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

Just like the person who advised you to quit smoking parked a Ferrari below your building, this thing is particularly convincing - since the reorganization of the heavenly lineage, what has Russell not been betting on? When did you gamble without putting all your money into it? Which time did you not win completely?

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

But what he said was indeed the truth.

Is it possible that when good times don’t last long, everyone just likes to go bankrupt and make a mess? Russell had no choice. If he wanted to restore the situation of the utopia, he would have to fight hard again and again. Otherwise, there is really no hope at all...

It is a utopia after all.

It can only be said to be traditional.

But how can a unit like the General Administration Bureau, which follows everything according to rules, have such rich experience in committing suicide?

Because of this, Yegor always felt an unspeakable envy and jealousy in his heart every time he saw Russell active.

Is this the reserve secretary of the utopia?

If I had such a big heart, how could I be in my nineties and still not achieve the ideal I had back then...

"You have so much experience that I can't compare to you, okay?"

He sighed and didn't want to answer any more questions.

"Don't worry, am I just comforting you?"

Russell continued to spread his little hands: "Of course, I don't deny that if you go back to run for president and fail, I will set off firecrackers... However, even if you are a competitor, seeing such a situation, can you not understand your situation and Is it pressure?”

It was rare to say a thoughtful word after spreading the salt.

But Yegor was not grateful at all.

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

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

"Being a commentator is my specialty."

Russell was immediately elated: "Every year in our school's sports meeting, I am the gold medal commentator, okay!"

"So, hurry up." Yegor sighed.

"Well, the current situation can be summarized in a nutshell, in a nutshell, in a nutshell..."

Russell thought for a moment and spread his hands:

"——Stalemate."

Silence, silence, Yegor pressed his aching stomach.

Once again, I miss my stomach medicine...

Do you still have to say this?

Can't you tell that he is a person with eyes?

"Don't be so quick to get angry, just listen to what I have to say first."

Russell shook his head, sighed, and pointed at the frozen scene presented in the battle.

In the slowed down time, everything is evolving slowly at a speed that cannot be easily discerned by the naked eye, so that everyone feels as if they are looking at a PPT that is refreshed every few seconds.

Now, in the trap between the depths, the Gospel Holy Seat spreads out layers of strange wings and is rapidly climbing, struggling, and resisting. However, under the suppression of the entire Eastern Xia Law, it is ultimately unable to escape from the cage calmly.

Under the fire suppression of the deep space fleet and the border defense front, flames continued to rise on the huge body, and the cracks continued to emerge and heal.

Even so, the suppression, which has exhausted many resources, has not stopped.

Even if everyone knows that the firepower of the border defense front cannot seriously injure 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 Eternal Paradise was awakened, the Gospel Holy Seat was completely hatched from the egg, and it was no longer the clumsy dead thing it used to be.

It is an earthly seed carefully cultivated by ranchers, a blueprint for the future, and at the same time, it is also a new ruler!

——Archangel Gospel!

He was obviously an archangel that the rancher had high hopes for, but he looked like a premature baby. His abdomen was as huge as a tumor, his hands and feet were slender, his neck was long and thin, and his strange bird-like face was crowned with a crown of divinity.

The huge body spanning two depths is still changing, and the faces of four living creatures appear on the strange flesh wings, shooting out columns of light in all directions.

Different from the weak state of other rulers after advancement, at the moment of breaking out of its shell, it has entered its heyday, showing jaw-dropping power.

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

At the top of the projection, every time the battle damage figures jumped, it made people's scalp numb.

"Don't rush to get a headache. The headache will come later." Russell said: "The current stalemate is actually a temporary illusion formed by both sides as they are accumulating strength——"

As he moved his fingers, the projection of the battlefield gradually changed: "Today's entire battlefield has actually been divided into four layers from the outside to the inside.

The outermost layer is the shackles formed by the combined efforts of the defense fronts of all realms and Chunjun. In addition to suppressing the Holy See of the Gospel, the most important purpose is to prevent external interference. There is no need to worry until unknown factors and other spoilers appear.

And inward is the real battlefield.

The strike circle formed by the deep space fleet and the mobile border, and the battlefield where the Iron Legion and other Ascended Ones are located after landing in the outer layer. This is the extent of our intervention and support today.

But looking further inward, it is the interior of the Holy See of the Gospel...

The crowned ones and fifth-level people we invested before the end of egg incarnation were not involved in the Eternal Paradise and were able to maintain their independence. Even, with the authoritative relics and the awarded correction points, you might even be able to gain something.

But if time delays for too long, there will be no other option but to retreat. "

In the projection of the Gospel Holy Seat that was peeled off layer by layer, what was finally revealed was a chaos formed by surging darkness, and a soul furnace formed by countless source matter crystals!

——The paradise of eternity!

"This is where the outcome of this fight will really be decided, but we outsiders have no way to intervene." Russell sighed: "There is no other way but to wait for internal news."

There are four levels of battlefield, each level is inward, but in the final analysis, what really determines the outcome and determines whether the current situation can achieve its strategic purpose is the internal struggle in the Eternal Paradise.

At the same time, all strategies serve to complete the disintegration of the Eternal Paradise.

At this moment, the blockade of Chunjun and the border, the struggle from the outside world, and even the crowned ones and the fifth-order people who still remain inside the Holy See of the Gospel exist to buy them time and opportunities.

In order to buy more time, in order to prevent Elysian Paradise from having more energy to interfere internally, in order to save more souls from the mouths of ranchers...

Once the plan to disintegrate Eternal Paradise fails, then we can only use the backup plan, risk the collapse of the defense line, and dispatch three natural enemies who have been prepared to take it back by force.

But aren't the Thunder Sea and Subjugation, which have never bubbled up from the beginning, just waiting for such a good thing to happen?

Isn't the current stalemate and the torturous atmosphere in the conference room just because of this powerlessness?

Even if all preparations have been made and many plans have been designed, who can say what will happen on the ever-changing battlefield?

Now, the only good news in the long suffering may be the observation report submitted by the Bronze Eye.

Thanks to the full force of Archangel Gospel, the operation of the Eternal Paradise cannot be concealed at all. After combining many close observation reports, the structure of the Eternal Paradise has now appeared on the projection.

That's such a familiar structure.

In order to be as close to the current situation as possible, the skeleton of the Eternal Paradise is almost completely modeled after the structure of the current situation...

However, there are no three major blockades and three pillars.

Instead, there is the foundation formed by the rulers and workshop owners of Bo Xun, the sea of ​​chaos formed by countless tormented souls, and even the shackles formed by the five paths for this purpose.

[Defected Mind], [Deformed Life], [Morality of Hell], [Order of Cannibalism], [Desire for Proliferation].

These five invisible chains are the pillars of the furnace heart, connecting all the souls inside and the paradise of eternity into one place, making it difficult to cut and separate.

In other words, unless these five chains are completely destroyed internally, there is no chance of success.

But this is so difficult.

Give up your mind, sacrifice your life, subvert morality, break order, and eradicate desire.

No matter which one it is, I'm afraid it's not that easy to say.

"Hasn't the Administration made preparations for this?" Russell asked.

"How can it be that simple?" Yegor smiled bitterly: "It seems to be effective, but it also takes time... Besides, whether it can be put to use is still open to question."

"Think of the bright side." Russell patted his shoulder: "Maybe after my students go in, they will do a little fuss and everything will be over?"

Hearing this, Yegor couldn't even laugh.

He would rather that be the case.

So what if Russell wins again?

But in the final analysis, how can one person...wait!

He paused for a moment, raised his head, looked at the projection of the Eternal Paradise, and widened his eyes.

Just now, there seemed to be a shackle that moved slightly, imperceptibly...?

At this moment, right in front of their eyes, it seemed that it moved again!

So slightly…

"look!"

Russell whistled and said in high spirits: "I told you before, maybe Huaishi is the one who can turn the tide!"

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At the same time, the interior of the Eternal Paradise.

In an elegantly decorated reception room in a noisy and bustling skyscraper in the upper floors, a plump young woman on a recliner bit her fingers, blinked her misty eyes, looked at the grid, and couldn't help but moan.

"Father Huazhi, do I have it~"

At this point, the official operating time of Eternal Paradise——[00:05]

Why did the temperature drop so suddenly? Didn’t it say that Guangzhou only needs to wear short-sleeved clothes in winter? The children were all stunned by the cold...

The cold wind has been blowing all day, and now I have a splitting headache when I get back to the room. I feel so miserable.