Chapter 545: Something to Say Overnight (Thanks to the Leader of the Green Faced Fangs Killing Without Forgiveness)

"Long time no see, Michelle, are you here to beg for mercy?"

The cold voice asked, full of emotion: "I still remember your unsightly and ugly appearance in the academy four years ago, as if you could become a grand master just by crying."

On the bridge, deathly silence fell suddenly.

No one spoke, they subconsciously lowered their voices as they passed by, and tiptoed to avoid the area around Michelle.

Because the terrifying coldness of the arctic was spreading from this man's body. Even though his face is expressionless, he can still make people feel the anger and ferocity restrained in his heart.

The helmet I was holding in my hands already had cracks.

He suddenly wanted to ask the man opposite him, how did you manage to be so schizophrenic and not die yet?

Compared with Xianyu, who was extremely negative just now, although he was finally able to understand human speech after taking the medicine, he became even more annoying...

People can't help but want to stuff him into a cannon and launch him to the bottom of the trench in one go. Even launching him to a place beyond Pluto in one go may be considered a contribution to the current situation.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth:

"Mikhail, you are still as disgusting as ever."

"But I liked you very much at one time. I remember you were the one who introduced me to it, right?"

Amidst the sound of electricity, the Grand Master sneered indifferently: "You are the one who expresses kindness without authorization, and you are the one who expresses anger without authorization. From the beginning to the end, you don't understand that the outcome of the matter has nothing to do with what you did. You have always just...no It’s just about your own ability.”

Dead silence.

It was as if a string was broken.

Under the vicious comments from the Grand Master, Michelle's restraint and calmness were finally completely torn apart.

For a moment, the man's face turned livid.

Immediately, it was calm again.

He just responded calmly: "But Galina chose me in the end."

"..."

Silence fell suddenly.

Long, long, long.

It’s long enough to make people suspect that the other party has disconnected.

But Michelle's expression gradually became happy, and she smiled, happy and mocking, overjoyed.

"Do you need me to repeat that?"

He said softly: "Galina chose me when you were still obsessed with writing a paper on her wedding anniversary, which she had carefully prepared for months."

In the long silence, he seemed to be bathed in a gentle melody. He spread his arms, twisted his body, and smiled at the man on the other end of the communication:

"Mikhail, I am the one who wins in the end, it's me!"

"..."

The silence still continued, but at that moment, it seemed that winter had truly arrived.

The terrifying murderous intention that freezes the bone marrow suddenly descends here.

Along with the invisible electric signal, the killing intent extracted from countless disasters and miracles unexpectedly descended here, turning into a curse that condensed into substance, ravaging every soul angrily.

But Michelle tilted her head happily and lit the cigarette in the corner of her mouth, as if she was bathing in the spring breeze.

Breathe deeply and comfortably.

He let out a long breath.

Enjoying the victory he won, he finally raised his eyes, "I think we can start to have a good talk next."

"There's nothing to talk about."

The Grand Master finally spoke, and the harsh sound of steel friction became more and more inhuman: "Take your war dogs and your Ivy Leaguers and get out of my hell.

Michelle, if there is any comradeship between us, that is all. "

"Hell is hell, but it's not yours."

Michelle retorted coldly: "Besides, the landmark survey was the first thing we completed."

"Relying on leakers? Come on." The Grand Master sneered: "You came here to tell me this?"

"I'm just here to make sure you're still sane."

"The fight has to stay within boundaries," Michelle stressed.

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, go back to your cradle." The Grand Master asked disdainfully: "Is it possible that those who were the first to break through the boundaries are still afraid of the escalation of the war?"

"The American pedigree won't mind, but what about the Ivory Tower?"

"The Ivory Tower doesn't care. If you are brave enough, you can launch a full-scale war and come up with a New World Declaration. It doesn't matter. I can make the decision on behalf of the Ivory Tower. Right now, as long as you nod and say that this is what we mean, then between us The war between us can begin, and it can even last to the death!"

"Do you think the Astronomical Society can be so indulgent to you?"

Michelle crushed the cigarette in her hand and said with a gloomy expression: "Wake up, Mikhail, this is no longer the era of the Utopia. When your uncle and aunt are in charge, you have to learn to bow your head obediently."

"I don't need a crying loser to teach me principles. Wait until you become a grand master before you say such things to me, Alternate Sir!"

"Ha, the Grand Master is so awesome. It would be great if you had such courage when you signed the divorce agreement..."

"When the Stone Cauldron Society announced the candidate for Grand Master, why didn't you have the courage to accept it? Don't you know clearly whether your poor results are qualified to be judged? Do you think I was the one who got in the way? Haha, I If you abstain from voting, all the remaining members will vote against it. Losers, go back and practice for forty years before you come back!"

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On the bridge of the Iron Crystal Seat, the people in charge huddled back, trying not to get involved in this annual alchemy battle. The purser and the engine chief looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

It seems that it is impossible to expect them to come up with some results.

In the middle of the dispute not far away, the communications director waved to the purser, asked him to come over, and thrust a microphone into the purser's hand.

"It's from the other side," the communications director said.

The old chief clerk understood, picked up the phone, and spoke in a flawless and authentic Roman accent: "This is the chief purser of the Iron Crystal Seat, Simons Chiang."

The same polite voice responded to him.

"This is Pan Delong, the director of the Ivy League theater troupe." The old man on the other end said: "It seems that the leaders of both of us are temporarily unable to fulfill their responsibilities."

The purser raised his eyes and glanced at the Grand Master who was arguing in the distance, and raised his eyebrows helplessly: "I'm afraid so."

"I think we need to talk."

"I think so too."

"Then -" After a brief pause, Pan Delong suggested: "In order to avoid greater losses, I propose that our struggle should be kept within limits, how about it?"

The purser nodded, but was not in a hurry to agree. He just asked: "It's a good idea, but what is the scope?"

"How about stopping the escalation of the war by using all the power in hell here to decide the outcome? No matter what, both sides will not deliberately destroy the Twilight Land, give preferential treatment to prisoners of war, and not abuse prohibited relics... It’s a routine and I don’t think there’s any need to elaborate on it.”

The purser was unmoved and asked again: "What about the admission restrictions for both parties?"

Pan Delong was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "The Grand Master and the Creator are not allowed to intervene directly, and are not allowed to use authoritative relics, and the sublimated ones... are limited to those below the fifth level."

It was still a clause with a lot to work on, which made the purser smile: "How about simply going below the fourth level? Wouldn't it be more convenient? You don't have to worry about causing too much damage, right?"

"Wouldn't this be too beneficial to you?" Pan Delong laughed, "I have personally experienced the methods of the judge, so let's forget it?"

"Look what you said."

After one stab failed, the chief of staff stabbed him again and asked, "Aren't your biological weapons also very convenient?"

Pan Delong retorted without thinking: "If technology is restricted, then Ivory Tower's No. 4 nanometer sequence may not be in compliance with the rules, right?"

"I am the one who has the upper hand now. Isn't it natural that the terms are more favorable to us?" The purser asked calmly: "Who would play an absolutely fair game?"

"If the advantage refers to the sub-control center, I'm afraid your advantage won't last long." Pan Delong's words seemed to indicate something.

The purser responded calmly: "Since you have so much confidence, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to reach a consensus."

"But there's still plenty of time, isn't there?"

Pan Delong's tone became complicated: "Before the leaders above finish arguing, we must come up with a framework."

The purser raised his eyes and glanced at the grand master opposite who had begun to pick off his underwear as a student, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, I think we still have a long time to talk slowly."

The long night passed like this.

In every sense of the word, one night speaks volumes.

Fortunately, before the next day, the purser and Pan Delong finally came to an agreement.

Although it can only be approximate.

There is no point in talking about it in detail. If both sides really show some restraint in this fight, it would be enough to talk about it to this extent. If you are really too shameless to get entangled, no matter how much you talk, it will be useless.

The annual feud in the alchemist circle has also come to an end.

Michelle lost.

His voice became hoarse first.

Speechless.

When the man in armor stepped onto the bridge and nodded to him, he hung up the communication and ignored the Grand Master on the other end.

"Did it work?" Michelle asked.

"According to the map you gave us, we searched a total of sixteen places tonight, and found another sub-control center at the second place, but we couldn't find any traces in the rest of the places."

The man shrouded in armor handed over the report: "In a few hours, after the preliminary preparations are completed, the excavation can begin."

"very good."

Michelle pinched her throat and looked gloomy.

Although it was a mistake to attack Huanglong directly, at least it was successful in attacking in the east and west.

When the colonel made a mistake, Pandron immediately made amends and changed the priorities.

Taking advantage of this short night, the Ivy League mobilized all their manpower and carried out a large-scale search in hell despite the curse. After spending a huge price, they finally found another one among the sixteen suspected locations. Sub-control center.

At least the two sides are on the same starting line again.

Otherwise, he didn't want to see Mikhail again.

Unfortunately, we are still one step behind.

Just before dawn, the sound of hundreds of ornithopters flapping their wings sounds in the darkest hours of the night.

The hurricane roared.

At the end of the sky, under the illumination of countless searchlights, a giant cube hanging between hundreds of ropes revealed its appearance.

The sub-control center buried underground had been uprooted in just one night, and then, under the guidance of the navigator, it moved closer to the iron crystal base.

They do it on purpose.

Showing off his trophies to the losers.

Michelle narrowed her eyes.

But unexpectedly, the mercenary, who had been shrouded in armor and seemed indifferent to everything, raised his eyes, took a few steps forward, and looked under the giant cube in the distance.

That giant truck navigating the front.

"What's wrong?" Michelle asked hoarsely.

"Nothing, I just met an acquaintance."

The captain of Nightmare Eyes answered calmly, clenching and unclenching his fingers on the weapon at his waist. After a long time, he looked away: "Some old grudges are not worth mentioning."

"We should go," he said.

Michelle nodded, turned and left.

And in the sky, the giant ship that had been hovering all night turned its direction indifferently and disappeared into the distance.

The war is over again.

But it doesn't mean the beginning of peace.

What comes is just a short gap before the next war.

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