192. Chapter 192: Difficult to Coexist

Hal Jordan scowled. He stretched out his hand with the light ring again, and green vines came out of the ground and tried to attack the foundation of the pyramid. However, the white light came on again, and Argos said mockingly: "It's useless, you are still wasting time here?" "

Hal didn't answer and looked around: "Other alliance members couldn't come over in time, but I remember that Egypt has its own local gods. If I can find them..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground in front of the pyramid shattered with a bang. Lightning-like cracks extended into the distance, fire gushes out from the gaps, and the sky was instantly overcast with purple-black thunder snakes flowing in it. Argos's voice is still clear:

"Here I am, I am God."

A bright red crosshair appeared on the crystal lattice on the surface of the pyramid, and then, the energy beam was aimed at Green Lantern's body and fired.

Hal had to toss and turn in the air like a swift. His cheeks were tight and he clenched his fists hard. The light ring reminded him: "The remaining energy level is 68.4%."

"You have to go back." Hercule said as he sank into the green light sofa. "Just put me on the ground. Beach City needs you more."

Argos said at the right time: "You see, my old friend still understands the situation."

Hal was so angry that he hammered the pyramid again and heard Hercule say: "Batman just asked you to send me here, not to protect me, Mr. Jordan. Don't worry, I know what he wants." "

"Are you sure?"

Hercule smiled slightly and said frankly: "We are indeed old friends."

Hal slowly descended and placed him in front of the pyramid door. The main reason was that there was no place to stay on the ground in the distance. It was a hellish scene with the Milky Way hanging upside down and blazing flames. This scene seemed a bit familiar to Hercule, and he said with emotion:

"Why hasn't Tianqi Company been approached by environmental organizations?"

Hal: "..."

"I have to go back to Coast City before I can report him. Zhenglian said that there are indeed traces of aliens detected there." He flew up and finally said, "Be careful with this lunatic in front of you."

Then it turned into a green light and disappeared into the dim sky.

Hercule straightened his coat, which had become wrinkled after sitting for too long. When he just stood firm, a narrow door was revealed on the surface of the pyramid that could only allow one person to pass through. The wall inside the door is thick, the narrow road glowing with blue light has no end at a glance, the sharp dome is hidden in the darkness, and the entire interior of the pyramid exudes a strong sense of oppression.

But for Hercule, he had walked this road countless times in his memory as a player, and he was so familiar that when he saw it, he felt a dull pain in his unconscious right hand. But the memory of this part is not very clear - he once thought that he was an emotionless plot skipper.

The fact is almost the same. When the main body controlled the replaceable android bodies to the headquarters of Apocalypse Company, it was difficult for him to have a deep impression on the minions who blocked the way before seeing Argos.

Now he returned to his old place and walked in unhurriedly. Miraculously, the entire world is experiencing war because of the strange universe, but the headquarters of Apocalypse Company seems peaceful and peaceful. After the door behind Hercule is closed, blue lights will light up wherever his footsteps touch. They will appear and disappear like water waves, and the surrounding scene will be vaguely visible in light and darkness.

After about five or six minutes, he began to leave impatiently: "Is this the way Tianqi Company treats guests? How long do I have to go?"

"It seems you don't miss it at all? This was also the place where you lived."

Argos's voice came from the darkness beside him, "About the 1970s (2070s)... I moved my headquarters to Egypt to study the tombs left here by the mutant ancestors. You voluntarily leave there Come with me to the chapel, Detective, I thought you really liked it."

Hercule wanted to say something, but Argos interrupted him first: "Our conversation will be recorded and made public, as one of the criteria for which of the two eras is necessary to survive."

"Who's to judge?"

"The winner." Argos said with a half-smile, "It can't be you or me. We have all expressed our love to the alien universe, but you have proved with facts that love is a cruel scam that humans call , it will be easily broken by death, and it cannot be put into a new body. I am still fighting for the survival of civilization, but you have become a traitor among us. Do you have anything to defend against this, Hull. Kerry Hugo?”

"No," Hercule said calmly, "I don't agree with you."

"You have lost your memory," said Argos. "Do you admit that?"

"..." His voice echoed in the empty corridor, and Hercule did not answer this time.

"You have changed into inhuman bodies countless times, right? You keep saying you are human, but in fact you have never lived as a human for even a day, right?"

"..."

The darkness became thicker and thicker, and Hercule's footsteps stopped.

"Have you ever experienced human beings' fear of death, despair about the future, and the madness caused by fear and despair, detective?"

Hercule stood there with his hands in his pockets. Sibeda lay on his shoulder and could feel his steady heartbeat.

"How do you know I haven't experienced it?"

"You are not dead." Argos sneered. "Who can believe an immortal who claims to know fear? God reflects on his arrogance in front of you, but what is the difference between you and Him?"

After he finished speaking, a stage light projected from top to bottom lit up in front of the road. The round light spot enveloped the two people, 'Hercule Hugo' and Argos. The inhuman part above the former's chest was covered by shadows. They sat facing each other on opposite sides of a square table, with a chess board on the table.

Hercule reflexively took a few steps forward, realizing that what appeared before him was just an image.

Argos in the image does not look cold, but appears extremely 'human'. He fiddled with the chess pieces in his hand and exchanged a few words before getting to the point: "The battlefield in northeastern Africa collapsed, and two 'TOY-000' nuclear bombs were detonated. Now that place has become a dead zone, and even the mechanical soldiers They couldn't get in. I asked the incarnation of the Red One to take a look, but he didn't want to and said that the Red One was about to die."

“He grasped the dying spirits of nature from the previous era, as if to increase the specimens in the zoo.”

'Hercule' didn't make any comments. He pushed the white chess piece to move, turned his head thoughtfully and asked, "What do you want?"

"I'll take over. Anyway, no one wants to take the place full of radiation and dead people." Argos said simply, "I suspect that the secret of Apocalypse is hidden in his tomb, and I just take advantage of the opportunity to clean up the mess. Go try it out.”

"Sounds good."

‘Hercule’ used a soldier to capture the opposite black piece, “Maybe I can go with you.”

"...Huh?" Argos paused while holding the chess piece, and it was hard to tell which one was more surprised or doubtful on his face, "When are you willing to leave this small city?"

'Hercule' shrugged.

Argos didn't get an answer and said: "This is a good thing. I have to make some arrangements."

He glanced down at the chessboard halfway down.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the same number of black and white chess pieces are crowded together: "Your number obsessive-compulsive disorder is a bit serious, my friend. If necessary, I will make an appointment with a psychiatrist for you."

**

The image disappeared and the corridor turned dark again.

Argos said: "I can give more evidence to prove my argument, detective, we have fought side by side, I know you, and you betrayed us."

The pyramid was finally completely lit up. Hercule heard the sounds of gears rubbing, hinges pulling, and metal rotating and reorganizing. The walls on both sides of him retreated tens of meters away, and the corridor suddenly turned into a spacious and bright room. Ergos sat slanted in his chair, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Hercule intently.

"Sit down, friend." He invited. "I have been waiting for this conversation for too long. Please forgive me if I have been overly offensive in my words."

Hercule looked back and saw a wing chair appearing behind him. Hibida barked menacingly, and the fur on its back grew slightly: it didn't even notice when the armchair moved over.

"I thought you didn't come to me just to reminisce about old times, Argos." This level of aggression can only be said to be normal. After sitting down, Hercule said easily, "To be honest, I just mentioned to you Those who are not interested, unless the dialogue between you and me can have an impact on the battle situation, I don't see any need to cooperate with you. "

Argos raised his hand, and several weapons stretched out from the wall behind him and took aim: "How about this?"

Hercule commented: "It's a bit old-fashioned."

Argos smiled: "Old-fashioned, but useful."

He folded his fingers, and two cannonballs struck Hibida and Hercule respectively. The black cat jumped up on the spot and was about to fight back when several chains stretched out from the wall and wrapped it tightly from head to toe.

Hercule frowned, then quickly smoothed it out. Argos said: "It can't escape. This material can pull a planet without breaking. But I won't do anything to it. I just hate it when someone - or a cat - interrupts me. "

The cannonball that hit Hibida hit and exploded, but was blocked by the chain and did no damage. The ammunition that was accurately aimed at Hercule passed him by and hit the ground behind him with a bang. Then the weapon that fired the shell exploded, forming a balloon-like orange-red smoke.

Argos tilted his head to avoid the shattered fragments, his expression unchanged: "Causally immortal. Different from the strange universe, I can more or less guess that the energy that shapes your body is at work, and the distorted results will come back. Hurt your object, but this means that your current body is not replaceable at will, right? It is not as convenient as the disposable android shells of the past. How many times can you withstand similar fatal injuries? "

Hercule no longer looked at Hibida: "If you want to kill me, there is no need to go around in such a big circle."

Argos corrected him: "To be precise, I want to kill you, and you also want to kill me. Even if the alien universe is destroyed, you and I have countless ways to protect ourselves, but speaking from the bottom of my heart - I can't You must have the same feeling of enduring coexisting with betrayers. Therefore, I seek a fair battlefield as much as possible: the loser will die on this chessboard regardless of the external results.”

"...Chess?" Hercule looked at the slowly rising chessboard between them and raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you guarantee fairness?"

"I swear." Argos said calmly, "The oath is actually not binding at all, but at this moment, as you said, if I have other purposes, do I still need to go around in circles?"

"Besides, if one of us changes his position at the critical moment of life and death and thus affects the war situation outside, that would be another matter.":,,.