Chapter 1442 Goodbye

The sudden fog was like a living thing, covering the entire area around the Sanye Building.

In the light mist, the faint rainbow light that is difficult to see with the naked eye interweaves, forming a dream-like scene. However, such fog made Francisco's hair stand on end in the square.

In the mist, his accordion movements paused for a moment, and he saw strands of dreamlike transparent tentacles floating past his eyes.

It extended from the deepest part of the mist, and then went to the distance.

Wisps, wisps, and bits, the overwhelming scale, gathered in one place, turned into a tide.

What the hell is this?

weed.

Origin organisms called 'weeds' are rapidly taking root, sprouting, and growing, filling this area, causing rapid changes in depth.

In Francis's hands, the tune of the accordion changed slightly.

Subconsciously, I held my breath.

Concealing its own existence.

Around him, several faces quietly appeared in the air. They opened their mouths, blew into the mist, and spit out the outline of the air flow that seemed to be randomly drawn.

So abstract and weird.

Four winds.

From Giselle's works before her departure, classical oil paintings use human faces and the airflow from the mouth to symbolize the four directions. On this basis, there are also evolutions of eight directions, twelve directions, and twenty-four directions.

At this moment, the air currents symbolizing the four directions intertwined and enveloped Francisco, silently warping reality and space, as if his location was stolen from reality, forming a non-existent vacuum realm.

It is not just the use of visual fallacy, but the strange phenomenon of replacing reality, hiding him behind the disguise.

Quietly peering into the distance.

Then, he saw that the clumps of tentacles spread silently and suddenly penetrated into the surroundings of the square, the snoopers hidden everywhere.

In an instant, the eyes of the unknown armed men with live ammunition turned white and they began to twitch violently.

No matter where you belong or what institution you come from.

At this moment, some kind of cold and cruel will violently settled in these bodies, generously infusing the essence, strengthening their bodies, and transforming them into tools of war.

Just like that, it took root and sprouted.

When faint flames burst out from the white eyes, the aliens, who couldn't tell whether they were humans or beasts, screamed and ran towards the building.

Either rushed into the building, or climbed up along the wall of the floor, following the only order implanted in the temporary soul.

Search for Solomon!

Now, the soul derivatives known as weeds have already covered the entire London.

Those strange plant-like seeds condensed from the engineer's soul, even if they are cared for in every possible way, their lifespan is still less than one season.

Once it germinates, it will die suddenly or wither if there is a lack of irrigation. But at the same time, it also has terrifying growth power and diffusion speed.

In today's London, all office buildings, shopping malls and even public areas under the responsibility of property groups directly or indirectly controlled by the Financial Bureau are already filled with such harmless and invisible plants.

Minutes and seconds, day and night, it silently absorbs the energy emitted by pedestrians and grows and sprouts. In the end, it forms a green area that covers almost two-thirds of London. ’

In order to support its growth, more than half of the companies in London began to work overtime for various reasons. The social animals who stayed up late were stuffed with a lot of meaningless work, and they were happy to take advantage of the overtime pay that had more than tripled. Water, but I don’t know why I feel tired so easily recently and yawn...

In this way, the sand is gathered into a tower, and the armpits are gathered into fur.

Every trace of nutrients and essence is circulated and preserved between the roots and branches of the weeds. With all the office workers in London as the source of energy, each person collected a negligible trace of essence, forming such a huge trend. For an individual, the total amount of terrifying source mass is almost infinite!

It is precisely because this system is too large and this power is too chaotic that even its growers and engineers cannot use it arbitrarily.

Only by relying on the cooperation of subordinates, the secret rituals and engines spread throughout London, and even a large number of template tool personalities, can this power be brought into play in reality.

Now the weeds are starting to sprout.

The personality written by the Silent One specially hired for this purpose unfolds in the host's body, and beast-like killing instincts and keen intuition emerge from their bodies.

Enhance this power without limit and turn it into your own tool and minions.

Even when weeds can be seen everywhere, when they gather in one place, they will form a terrifying wilderness that makes everyone despair...

And because of this, we can realize the terror of Solomon!

"He is indeed a monster-level grandpa."

The engineer in front of the screen murmured softly, resisting the urge to tremble.

Through the eyes of the 'weeds', we can see the three-leaf building shrouded in scarlet blood flames, the crazy and violent colors flowing like blood, blowing out.

Just by getting close, you can feel the pain of burning.

It's like a walking human volcano!

Just breathing creates a storm above the soul level. Radiating madness and destruction in consciousness all the time...

In the slowly descending elevator, it seemed that the weeds were already approaching.

But he didn't care.

Even when the crazy weeds tore apart the top floor of the elevator and attacked Solomon against the storm that shook his soul, the guards around him remained indifferent.

Only Solomon, casually, reached out.

Weedao's sight suddenly blurred, and immediately, he fell into the old man's hands, being looked down upon by those gray eyes, as if facing the storm wind blowing from the volcano.

"What's this?"

Solomon turned around and asked the person next to him.

"Some kind of source-plasma parasite must have taken root on our people." The guard next to him said: "It has been controlled. Do you want to get rid of it?"

"Forget it, there's no need."

Solomon shook his head and commented calmly: "Purely speaking from a toy perspective, it's not bad, but it's not enough to be used on the battlefield."

Too fragile.

Not enough to deal with the real hell!

At that moment, Weedao's vision was suddenly cut off, and the pseudo-personality completely collapsed under the terrifying pressure. All that was left was a deeply fainted body, which was casually thrown to the ground.

And more neighing sounds sounded from all directions.

Even the fainted body on the ground is twitching again, occupied by new sub-strains, restarting!

The terror of weeds is no longer substantive.

And at its unreasonable magnitude...

Just like a vast and endless ant colony, it is enough to eat up all monsters!

If that's all it is...

At that moment, the sneer on the engineer's face froze.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

Lost the vision of the weeds.

To be precise, there was a strange blind spot in the observation of all the weeds, an area shrouded in some kind of invisible light.

Just behind the general, the seriously injured guard took out a flashlight and shined it forward.

Just like ultraviolet light kills bacteria.

The moment the switch was pressed, the flow of the weeds' essence was blocked, and the countless root systems and branches derived from the soul lost their response.

A large amount of source matter clutter surrounded the general, making it difficult for the fragile root system to continue to maintain.

But the key is...

Such a familiar taste.

"Technical department?"

His expression gradually became gloomy: "Those guys who are afraid of the world being in chaos..."

are you crazy! .

At the same time, Camilla from the Justice Bureau frowned, her sharp eyes looking through the screen of her mobile phone, as if she wanted to glare at the dead guy sitting on the computer chair and blowing the air conditioner on the other side.

"You chose to support Solomon?" Camilla asked angrily: "Is there something wrong with your technical department?"

"No, this is the result of careful consideration."

The fat guy on the other end of the phone replied nonchalantly: “For us, it doesn’t matter who we support.

In contrast, it doesn't matter what Solomon's claims are. We don't care whether he was attacked by a group. No, it should be said that this is what we care about... It is precisely because of this that we support the value of.

What is the use of technology if we cannot defeat the many with the few and defeat the strong with the weak?

After a brief silence, he was answered with a warm and polite greeting.

“——FU x-on:K YOU!”

Camilla said: "You bastards, just wait for the regulations inspection at the end of the year!"

From the other end of the phone came the sound of the packaging bag being torn open, and the crunching sound of chewing. He said calmly and calmly, "It seems like they said we won't check if we don't do this."

Snapped!

Camilla hung up the phone expressionlessly.

He was so angry that he wanted to drive a dump truck and hit that fat man into a pulp.

These lunatics have completely treated the regeneration plan as their own sales fair!

One or two, every chance they get, it's like celebrating a festival. They take out the stuff from the bottom of the box in the laboratory, can't wait to light it, and detonate it. They want to see more sparkling and crazier fireworks, but they don't care at all whether the whole thing will be destroyed. London lit.

But so what if it's lit?

Doesn’t this just prove the importance and ability of the technical department?

Imagine a bunch of mad scientists who are afraid of chaos, standing next to an executioner and war maniac...

Camilla held the pen tightly.

I have experienced Adrian's anger before his death and his disgust at such a situation.

Finally, I made up my mind.

"This is Camilla." She picked up the phone on the table.

A low voice came from the other end of the phone: "We have entered the area around Sanye Building, but the situation is a little complicated. It seems that many other candidates have taken action, so we are not optimistic."

Camilla asked: "So, can you bring Solomon back?"

"Alive?" asked the person on the other end of the phone.

"After all, it's Solomon. If you can master it, it should be much easier to negotiate with the four legions." Camilla said, "It's meaningless if you die."

"No, facing such an opponent, it is really meaningless to still think about capturing him alive." The sublimator on the other end of the phone replied: "In fact, it is impossible to win without risking your own life."

"……I see."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Camilla nodded slightly: "It's up to you to decide, Mr. Everly."

"clear."

So, the call was hung up.

Communication stopped abruptly.

And right in Sanye Building, directly in front of the square, at the entrance of the building.

The slightly older man reached out, took off the box behind him, and pulled out the ancient flame-shaped sword that had been following him for many years.

The captain from the mercenary group Nightmare Eye, the great Asura who walks in hell and border and kills without any thought.

Everly.

He raised his weapon towards the front.

ready.

And just after the elevator slowly opened, Solomon walked out, raised his eyes, looked at the cold expression, was slightly stunned, and then suddenly realized.

"Avery, it's you."

"Yes, General."

Avery nodded: "Should I say long time no see?"

"Do you want to be my enemy?" Solomon suddenly understood.

"Honored."

Avery responded calmly, silently gathering strength, without any wavering.

There is no finer quality in a soldier than this.

No matter whether you are raising a weapon against an old relative or a former friend, you should not hesitate. If it is an opponent, kill it; if it is an enemy, then eradicate it.

Both Avery and Solomon knew each other well.

At this moment, right in front of the sword blade,

But just before the sword edge, Solomon remained calm and just shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately, I am in a hurry and have no time to fight with you."

"Neither did you," he said.

Just like that, in front of him, he raised his palm, and on the screen of his mobile phone, there was a picture of a sniper looking down, as well as the curtain aimed at the crosshair, and the scene of a fierce exchange of fire.

Familiar location.

Avery's expression changed slightly.

"Choose, Avery, time is precious."

Solomon picked up the phone and asked calmly: "Your employer's life, or my life?"

Avery didn't answer.

The vibrating sound of the phone has already sounded from my arms.

Without any hesitation, he turned and left.

It was only now that the guards behind the general finally let out a sigh of relief and were sweating profusely.

As if lucky.

Just before that, as the general expressed his opinion, six well-prepared assault teams had already launched an attack towards the predetermined target.

The means of war are always so despicable.

The war had already begun when he appeared in front of everyone.

But soon, another urgent report sounded in the channel, coming from the colonel: "General, the commando team of the Friends of Music Association sent news that there was an abnormality on the scene..."

"Is it an enemy?" Solomon asked.

"No, we can't find where the enemy is." The colonel replied: "There are a large number of ordinary people and indistinguishable illusions inside and outside the concert hall, making it impossible to take action!"

"It's just a test that's better than nothing. Since the opponent is already prepared, don't waste time and retreat."

Solomon hung up the phone and walked out of the hall when he heard a cracking sound above his head.

A large piece of tempered glass and an embarrassed figure fell from a tall building at the same time, followed by high-pitched shattering sounds. The fallen person was hung upside down on a safety rope in an awkward manner.

Swinging slowly involuntarily.

droop.

Then, behind the broken horse head mask, he vomited blood and choked violently.

"Excuse me, General."

Tony shook the half of the horse's face and reported awkwardly: "I couldn't beat him."

"Where are the others?" Solomon asked.

"Kevin was seriously injured. He didn't keep calm and was taken away by Allen."

Tony reported breathlessly.

All his teammates were safe and sound, except for his unlucky thing, which was thrown down and broken, and then suffered a big blow for nothing... his neck was almost broken.

You really don’t have any friendship at all, that bastard!

"After all, it is the Sword of Disaster, so it is normal."

Solomon did not criticize them harshly, but was more relieved: "Don't blame yourself."

"Uh, cough, I don't blame myself." Tony became more and more embarrassed.

"That's even better."

Solomon nodded and finally asked, "Would you like me to give you a ride?"

"No, I just need to rest for a while. I'm a little... ahem, dizzy. Hey, where did I put my paratrooper knife..."

At the end of the safety rope, Tony wanted to cut the rope, but while fumbling, he opened the wrong bag, and suddenly a lot of messy things like knives, scissors, and combs fell from his body.

It's as desolate as a barber shop closing down.

Totally embarrassing...

Solomon, on the other hand, had already withdrew his gaze.

Because a loud noise erupted from behind him.

In the Sanye Building, which had long been reduced to ruins, the huge building was shaking violently, as if steel roaring loud noises were erupting again and again.

From the top.

The sound of floor collapse continued.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The high-pitched sound was like a giant beast falling from the sky, so shocking. Until finally, as the ceiling of the hall screamed, cracks filled the air, and countless bricks and fragments fell down like a blowout.

Together with the figure at the top.

In this way, almost falling, he reached the first floor in the fastest way.

Amid the dancing dust, Huai Shi raised his hand, wiped away the blood seeping from the wound on his face, and looked at Solomon's back coldly.

"Where are you going? General Solomon, we haven't finished talking yet."

The Sword of Disaster stared at his opponent and suddenly asked, "If you are in such a hurry to leave, why don't you let me give you a ride?"

"No, just stay here today. We have nothing to say, right?"

Before Solomon finished speaking, he heard a scream coming towards him.

He suddenly reached out and grasped the sharp blade that was extending crazily to stab his face, his palms like iron pliers. But then, he saw Huai Shi was close at hand.

Abandon the knife instantly.

Huai Shi Yu stepped forward quickly, and Afang smashed Solomon's head.

It hit the invisible wall.

A terrifying repulsive force erupted from Solomon's body. On his wrist, a string of red lights flashed rapidly on the shackle-like bracelet.

With the emergence of the repulsion field, a strange vortex spread out from behind him, like a door leading to the distance, and complex instruments and figures could be vaguely seen behind the vortex.

"I'm already here, Huai Shi."

Solomon glanced at the whirlpool beside him, turned back and said goodbye: "It seems that we can only stop here today."

The man took off his military cap, took one last look at Huai Shi, looked around, and nodded slightly: "Then, see you next time, everyone."

He said: "Our war has officially begun."

Just like that, under the torrent bombardment of the Sword of Virtue, the back figure disappeared into the whirlpool together with the entourage.

When the mist dissipated and the cracked Sanye Building returned to the sunlight, everything was temporarily over.

Huaishi was the only one sitting on the steps, expressionless.

As the signal blocking ended, he finally received the signal from the channel, repeating it over and over again.

"This is Huaishi."

"Adrian is dead," he reported.

"I know, how is your condition?" Ai Qing asked, "How is your injury?"

"Well...it's still within the scope of a band-aid solution."

Huai Shi touched the crack on her face and sighed slightly: "Solomon ran away."

"As expected."

Ai Qing didn't say anything.

After all, he is a monster of the legion. He has experienced and presided over so many wars. No matter how crazy he looks, he still retains the cautious instinct of step by step and the dark scheming cultivated in countless fights... I'm afraid that guy has been from the beginning. All preparations have been made.

"Don't worry, it's just a test. Now, I'm afraid it's other people's turn to get anxious." She said, "Come back first."

"OK."

Huai Shi nodded, and before leaving, she turned back one last time and looked behind her, her tone becoming unexpected: "But, speaking of it, this trip... is not all fruitless."

Behind him, thick smoke was already billowing from the Sanye Building.

Broken glass fell to the floor.

And, under the dangling safety rope, there was a horse-headed man squirming with an innocent look on his face and sneaking into the sewer.

After noticing Huai Shi's gaze, he was stunned for a moment and began to accelerate crazily.

Then, he realized that he had been shrouded in dark shadows.

"Hey, isn't this TONY?"

Huai Shi knelt down, looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "We haven't seen him for a few days, why are you so embarrassed?"

At the last moment, Tony swallowed and instinctively raised his still-broken left hand: "Um... let's just be friends, don't slap each other in the face, okay?"

Then, everything went dark.

Bang!