Chapter 1291 Edge of the Storm

Half a month later, the Border Defense Front.

Central Mobilization Center.

In the core of the border chain, countless white spots like noise are still dancing on the huge screen. Like a blizzard, it flashes continuously in the dark background.

Those red lights that keep coming on and off on the dashboard are starting to tire your eyes.

After looking at it for a long time, I even feel numb.

Isn't it the current Level 2 Alert? Normal, normal, sprinkle with water...

Relying on the unlimited supply of coffee and the three-hour quick sleep service, the staff, who are like walking zombies, sit in front of the screen. When chatting occasionally during work breaks, everyone will exchange jokes about the Eternal Paradise that have become very popular recently.

Relying on the success of the strategy of relying on and regaining the soul, the thickness of the collection of hell jokes has doubled recently, and two new volumes have been released, with a total of 461 carefully selected jokes.

Half of the keywords are ‘overtime’, and the other half are ‘death from overwork’.

From this perspective, the rancher’s food chain doesn’t seem so scary.

What is a governing bureau?

Our bureau dares to increase the overtime that the ranchers dare not approve. The minimum wage that the ranchers dare not approve, our bureau dares to approve. The workload that the ranchers dare not increase, our bureau dares to increase... The ranchers cannot cut it. Benefits, hey, guess what? We haven’t whittled it either, but we can make sure no one can use it!

Hehe, what kind of god of hell is this?

In this way, the occasional happy air fills this suffocating and maddening atmosphere all year round, and the supervisors see it in their eyes and don't care. As long as there are no problems with the psychological measurement results, they will let such small things go.

"Everyone is having a really hard time."

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, Russell looked at the busy hall like the launch command center and sighed sympathetically: "It's not like you don't even have a holiday, right?"

"I want to take a vacation. I will have plenty of time in the future."

Yegor shook his head and rubbed his dry eyes: "No matter how tired you are sitting on the chair, you are still better than the people maintaining the defense line, right? They just perform their duties.

Besides, you, an idle guy like you who leaves your own affairs to others and makes you annoying everywhere, just don’t say such things here, okay? "

"I am concerned about the current situation, why do I dislike it?"

Russell sat down and magically pulled out a set of coffee tools and a kettle to boil water and grind the powder.

Yegor's eyes twitched twice, he really wanted this old guy to leave quickly. But when I think of all the wonderful ways he has to create trouble for himself, I can only comfort myself and forget it...

"What's the matter that you can't just tell me directly?" Yegor asked, "Time is precious."

"No, actually it's nothing."

Russell shrugged: "Aren't you thinking that the exploration satellite is going to be launched today? I don't have money to buy a membership, so I want to come to you to enjoy high-definition..."

It was like knocking on the door in the middle of the night and going to the village chief's house to watch TV, with a sincere and honest smile.

It causes blood pressure to skyrocket.

Can't you afford that TV or install the bureau's dedicated line? Do you want me to spend my own money to pull one for you and you can go back as soon as possible?

But Russell had already sat down, unshakable, like a nightmare that persisted.

Yegor sighed and was too lazy to care.

Even though he had been hiding for so many days, he was still blocked by this old bastard today.

Uncomfortable.

But soon, the data from the outer border detectors were connected to the big screen outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the dark abyss, there was a pale turbulence that was constantly flickering and surging, like a sea tide, causing ripples and lingering on the defensive front.

It looks as gentle as water mist.

But in fact, it is a terrorist disaster phenomenon that is enough to put the entire border defense front into the highest emergency state.

The storm from the bottom of the abyss spurts out from the desolate whiteness, impacting the current situation all the time - every grain of snow powder that is as fine as mist is a hell solidified with disaster. fragments...

Like a swarm of meteors that bring destruction, they continuously impact on the current situation's defenses.

And this impact that has lasted for half a month is just the appearance of the cyclonic abyss disaster. Thanks to it, the border defense front has experienced unprecedented high pressure.

But at the same time, other legions in the abyss also had to stop their large-scale offensive.

It really makes people wonder whether it is good or bad.

"The wind hasn't stopped yet?"

Russell stared intently at the cracks that appeared on the outermost layer of the defensive front, and sighed helplessly: "Obviously the rain and snow are already on the way -"

"This is just the beginning. According to the scale of the Bronze Eye observation, it will last at least three months..." After Yegor finished speaking, he added worriedly: "If no one else interferes."

But is there really no one who will interfere with this?

Thinking about it, I know it’s impossible.

As the picture on the screen changed, the specially-made exploration scope followed the launcher and flew into the abyss and void that was so close at hand.

No, I'm afraid it's earlier than what's shown on the screen.

In that hallucinatory whiteness, it would be difficult to see anything clearly with only the naked eye.

What they saw was a picture that was rendered after the data from countless instruments was transmitted back, processed and noise-reduced by relevant departments.

Through the internal observation through the probe, a swirling blizzard gradually peeled off the cover of the exterior, revealing the abyssal sediments and countless hell fragments floating in the void.

Like a reef hidden under the sea.

shocking.

At this moment, the vortex that enveloped the current situation has turned into an abyss millstone. No matter what kind of matter or source material enters it, it will be crushed into residue in an instant.

On top of the violently turbulent scene, countless fragments came towards us. Even if they were constantly dodging left and right, they were still shaking.

And the depth is constantly changing.

There is no pattern.

Depth 7...Depth 13...Depth 4...Depth 12...Depth 91...

The further inward you go, the bigger the terrifying shadow contained in that whirlpool becomes.

Even a special probe cannot guarantee that it will be able to penetrate deep into it. It will only lightly pass over the edge and will almost fall apart under heavy damage.

And in the deepest part of the whirlpool, huge pieces of debris were rising and falling between depths. When they collided with each other, they set off new storms and waves.

Countless fragments of hell gathered here, slowly completing their aggregation, and gradually emerged into a huge outline and prototype.

And in the midst of this bumpy flight, the soaring telescope awkwardly avoided the storm, raised its height, flew out of the thorn, and glimpsed the terrifying stars hidden on the other side of the storm.

Like a red giant star, the Palace of Subjugation is entwined with rivers of blood; the strange shadow wheel shrouded in darkness and chaos; and the waves that are surging like the ocean tide, but with countless thunder spread out and disturbed like wings. The ferocious outline...

There are various symbols of the abyss, like cold eyes, looking at each other across the storm that is spreading at this moment.

Sharpen your claws and prepare patiently.

Waiting for the storm to end.

The trumpet of war is not far away.

Relying on the changes brought about by this storm, the legions in the abyss have quietly completed the gathering, and they can't wait...

“Look, sometimes once people let go of their prejudices and desire for exclusivity, accept reality, and embrace the collective, they can immediately feel the friendship and warmth from the big family.

It seems that this principle is also feasible in the abyss. "

Russell laughed out loud, "After all, there is strength in numbers."

Yegor glanced over, wondering whether he was surprised by his brain circuit or admired the rough lines of the heavenly genealogy: "You can still laugh?"

"Why can't you laugh?"

Russell spread his hands, pointed at the huge vortex on the screen that still enveloped the current situation, and asked, "No matter how bad the situation is, it's better than having that thing slap you in the face, right?"

Yegor was speechless for a moment.

Staring at the anxious storm on the screen, his eyes twitched twice, and at the same time he was secretly angry, but also a trace of happiness appeared.

What the two of them see now, this deep storm that lasted for half a month and will last for a long time, is a gift from the rancher...

To be precise, this is the original and true mission of the Holy See of the Gospel!

Even being so far apart has caused destructive power that has brought the border defense front to the brink of collapse several times.

Imagine what would happen if the Astronomical Society failed to take countermeasures in time and failed to make a decision, so the rancher's plan was successfully implemented?

First of all, through the continuous plundering of souls, the foundation of the eternal paradise was laid in the Holy Seat of the Gospel.

"Man-eating hell monsters rise from the abyss"

Immediately afterwards, millions of souls struggled continuously in a cruel cycle, and according to the blueprint, a hellish food chain evolved completely tailor-made for the current situation.

Moreover, after running for ten minutes, it was completely promoted to the completed state according to the original design, and sufficient power was accumulated.

"The element of destruction achieved its ulterior purpose"

By then, even Chunjun's blockade will not be able to let it run aground.

Even if it is to withstand the bombing of the solar calendar stone, it is enough to cross the final distance. Just like this, carrying the incarnation of the rancher, it smashes into the inner layer of the border defense front...

"Ranchers cross border blockade"

And when that time comes, the Holy Gospel Seat will explode like it is now, forming a channel that leads directly to the bottom of the abyss, a vortex that continuously spews out fragments of hell.

The terrifying impact will instantly disintegrate the existence of the border defense front, causing the three major blockades to fall apart, and the current situation will be open to hell without any defense.

There is no need for men in gray to blow the trumpets of ‘Armageddon’ for Him.

"The God of Hell Is About to Arrive at the End"

Finally, with the expansion of the Eternal Paradise, pollution will spread uncontrollably, and the rules of the hell food chain will be completely embedded in the current situation. After the three pillars are completely distorted, the complete loss of the Silver Sea can already be expected.

This is the last report, "The presence of the Almighty God in His faithful presence."

Not even close.

Just a little bit,

This entire situation will probably be included in the collection of jokes from hell...

After reacting, everyone was sweating and cursing in their hearts.

Although the premise of such success is based on the fact that the entire current situation has no resistance and does nothing, the Astronomical Association cannot sit idly by and have no reaction, let alone the defense lines of the major lineages and the nervousness of the Continuity Institute... But after figuring out the overall plan of Elysium, who can't help but take a few breaths of air-conditioning?

Why is it so poisonous?

The War of Realms has only been going on for a long time, why is Ning thinking about changing families?

Even the other 'teammates' were kept in the dark by the rancher - even though they said they were teammates, in fact they were not familiar with each other.

From the beginning, for the ranchers, the present situation has always been their own.

What's mine is mine, and what's yours is still mine.

Not to mention a piece of soup, don't even think about reaching in with a spoon.

ally?

His head was eaten off by him.

No wonder the flute player secretly dug a hole for him, while Thunder Sea and Subjugated Kingdom watched the whole process having fun...

——No matter what time it is, the guy who wants to eat alone will always be the most annoying one.

The dismal results can be said to be natural.

I liked my new car, but it was completely scrapped by the bandits who were robbing me of the road before I had driven it for many kilometers.

In order to compete for the hegemony of the Metaverse, the new game "Eternal Paradise" with high hopes and investment of hundreds of millions was completely destroyed by locust players even half a minute after it was launched and the server was not even hot, and even the library was deleted.

What was originally an advantage of 800,000 to 600,000 for me turned into a great situation in an instant, where everything was full of vitality and everything was competing... And the whole process didn't even take five minutes!

Gone!

Nothing is left.

He was even stabbed in the back by the vicious Erwuzi who had sneaked into his company to cheat money and people... and finally sent away a department manager directly in front of him.

What could the rancher do but be incompetent and furious?

The storm facing the current situation at this moment, in addition to the wrath of the God of Hell, is more about the concessions the rancher chose to make to other abyssal camps out of necessity, right?

According to the observation of the detector, this storm will continue for a long time. And in the midst of the raging disaster, the border defense front will be greatly weakened.

Not only that, the countless fragments of hell rising from the bottom of the abyss will form an entire abyss aggregate after they are stably formed.

For the abyss, this is just a natural phenomenon. No matter how huge it is, it will be difficult to maintain. It will collapse after an unknown period of time...

But the question is... what about before the collapse?

Through the creation-like hell storm, the rancher directly outside the current situation, close to the border defense front, created a super giant domain out of thin air composed of dozens of nearby hells and countless fragments.

A direct bridge to the present situation!

Just like facing a high-walled city, you have to pile up mountains of earth.

The rancher personally created the cruelest battlefield for the war between the worlds.

Waiting for the moment when the storm subsides, it is time for the kings of hell to arrive at the city.

There is no longer any possibility of avoidance or delay.

It is foreseeable that unlike the previous local wars that were deliberately divided on different lines of defense and battlefields, a full-scale battle between reality and hell has gradually begun...

"Be more prepared, Russell."

Yegor sighed melancholy, "I know you want to know more about the inside story. Unfortunately, I don't have any good news to give you."

"It's just a matter of holding an umbrella when it rains and storing food in winter. Although it's a little troublesome, it has to be done." Russell shook his head and said, "I'm not here for this kind of thing."

Amidst the sound of the kettle boiling, the clear water in the siphon pot was dyed with a color as brown as earth, and a mellow aroma floated in the air.

"You know what I want to ask, right?"

Russell placed the steaming cup in front of him and stared at Yegor's increasingly vigilant figure in the mist. Suddenly, he smiled heartily and saw:

"What did Pharaoh say in that letter?"

Yegor replied solemnly without thinking: "The current situation is confidential, no comment."

"What about the part other than the current confidentiality?" Russell came closer and smiled: "What are you trying to hide, Yegor? Is that just a private message?"

Yegor still kept a straight face, "Personal privacy is also in the category of no comment."

"Let's swap, okay?"

Once again, as if by magic, a piece of paper appeared in Russell's hand. He raised it and brought it to Yegor's eyes: "Look, it's like female high school students exchanging little secrets with each other."

He blinked and suggested: "How about a little secret and another one?"

But Yegor remained indifferent and did not speak.

However, in the silent gaze, for a moment, he could not restrain his wavering.

But then, he saw the note in Russell's hand suddenly put away and disappeared.

As if afraid that he would nod in agreement.

"Forget it, forget it." Russell shook his head, "If you don't want to, I won't force it, so that everyone will not feel that they have suffered a loss."

After a feint shot, he pretended that nothing happened and immediately kept silent.

Only Yegor came back to his senses and glared at him.

This old bastard is deceiving himself again? !

Anyway, now he can be sure that the pharaoh's message to him is really a private message... If it is really a secret involving the current situation, he will definitely not even consider it.

He defended himself day and night, but he almost capsized in Russell's gutter again!

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I'm not asking you for money or budget. Don't guard against me as much as you guard against thieves, okay?"

Russell sighed and raised his hand to reassure: "Stop thinking about those troublesome things all day long. The joy of life is fishing, my friend. How about just chatting with you as an old friend?"

"Old friend?"

Yegor glanced at him and couldn't help snorting.

But in the end, with Russell's smile and apology, he picked up the coffee in front of him.

It can only be said that sometimes fate is too ironic.

Although the old bastard is not a human being most of the time, he is annoying, annoying, and troublesome, but apart from his opponent, he can't find anyone in the huge astronomical club who can sit down and drink coffee with him. Someone to chat with...

But the only person who can understand him is an old bastard. Does that mean there is something wrong with him?

He sighed silently.

"Speaking of which, I have one more thing that I really want to understand."

In the middle of the conversation about the bureau's cold jokes and the treatment operations at the survival hospital, Russell suddenly raised his head and looked over with curiosity: "If, I mean, if... if, in the Holy See of the Gospel, because you put the present What if the Border Gate opens and the ranchers successfully pass through the border defense lines?"

Yegor was stunned.

After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head: "I'm afraid I will become a sinner in this situation, right?"

Whether it is ambition or ideal, everything that I have been striving for, including the world, may be ruined by myself...

Just because I suddenly became hot-headed and wanted to save those souls in hell.

No wonder the decision-making room was once preparing to conduct an inquiry.

It's really unwise.

It doesn't look like a governing bureau.

"However, Mr. Marcus once said something that I very much agree with."

Yegor thought for a moment and laughed softly: "During the last war between the realms, is there still a city wall in the current realm?

When Russell heard this, he was stunned for a long time, as if he had met this troublesome old guy again, "This is really not like you."

"Well, maybe it's due to evil political ambition?" Yegor shrugged, "Just think of it as a politician's instinct to seek benefits."

"Right."

Russell nodded in agreement, and finally encouraged: "Then I wish you keep up the good work?"

"That's what little courage I have left. As for the rest, please spare me. I don't want to be regarded as an ideal domestic traitor who has infiltrated the command bureau."

Russell couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing.

After a cup of coffee, the small talk is over.

As if he knew Yegor's schedule well, and thoughtfully left him fifteen minutes of alone time, Russell stood up and said goodbye.

However, before leaving, he heard a voice behind him.

"Russell?"

"Huh?" Russell turned back.

On the sofa, Yegor looked at him, as if he wanted to say something. After a long time, he just smiled slightly, as if sighing: "I really envy you."

"Envy that I don't know anything?" Russell was puzzled.

"No." Yegor shook his head and sighed softly: "I envy you that you still have such courage after knowing everything."

Russell's movements froze in place.

There was a long silence.

For a moment, he doubted what Yegor knew. There were more times when he instinctively looked for ways to cover up and make jokes, thinking about words and strategies.

But when he came to his senses again, too long had passed.

There was only silence.

But when Russell gathered his thoughts and wanted to speak, he heard slight snoring coming from the sofa.

It's only half a minute.

Yegor leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

In this brief silence, Russell's eyes subconsciously fell on his chest - according to his understanding of Yegor, important items and things with special significance are usually stored in the inner pocket on the left side of the vest. inside.

Possibly, that letter from Pharaoh...

It only takes a moment.

Even under the strictest surveillance equipment, no one would notice Loki's tricks.

Even if it was just a brief moment of trance, it was enough to satisfy his greatest curiosity.

But in the end, he just sighed softly: "How much do you need to eat every day to use coffee as a sleeping pill?"

No more meaningless things.

He glanced at Yegor one last time, turned and left.

Gently, she closed the door for him.