Chapter 89 Threads

Obeying orders is the duty of a soldier.

Even if they disagreed, the nearest outpost to the restricted zone still released a drone carrying the griffon pheromone.

This time, the drones that flew into the heart of the restricted zone were not destroyed.

They flew through layers of thick purple mist, photographed the huge cracked pupils above the sky, the desolate vegetation and minerals that had been polluted into deep purple, and the huge and densely packed tide of mutant beasts that were moving forward aimlessly and chaotically. They

also photographed the looming human figure in the purple mist that raised its head and smiled at the drone.

"That can't be a human being!! How can a human being survive in a place like that? That's a monster...that's the devil that the border residents are talking about!"

"The pollution fluctuations are too severe. The drone can only hover in the heart of the coordinates for a few hours. Even with a screen between them, it will still cause delirium."

"I can't see the specific features clearly, but based on the facial and body shape ratio, the similarity with the young master of the black market star field is as high as 79%...Why are the people from the black market here? Didn't their young master say that he ran away from home?"

The military hall was in a rare chaos. The late adjutant Green slammed open the door of the conference room, strode in and raised his voice anxiously.

"Judge, I think your decision to go to the hinterland is still debatable!! Please think twice no matter what--"

This loud noise directly interrupted the conversation in the private meeting room.

Inside, the four people raised their heads at the same time, looking at the door with surprise, and one of them slowly adjusted his sitting posture.

Deng Baoying put down his pen, rubbed his temples helplessly, and whispered: "Green, didn't I say that no one is allowed to come in without my permission?"

...It was said to be a meeting between the heirs, but in fact, Deng Baoying was the only one here.

The other three seats were shielded, with only a faint outline of the electromagnetic holographic projection, similar to an online meeting.

But even so, a meeting of this level is still not something that an adjutant like him can interfere with.

Obeying orders is a soldier's duty, and disobeying orders is tantamount to dereliction of duty. The fact that he broke into the meeting room without permission is enough to put him in confinement for several months.

The figure who just adjusted his sitting posture curled his lips. Among these people, his sitting posture was the most improper, and you can tell who it is at a glance.

- "You, the little adjutant of the snake clan, are really young and energetic," Guan Jiu's holographic projection raised his eyes, and his voice was filled with the noise of signal interference from the marginal galaxy, "Hey, kid, I remember that dereliction of duty is a felony in your military."

Green didn't say anything, just hesitated for a moment, and saw Guan Jiu kicked by the mist-covered clothes next to him.

"Don't consider changing the decision that has been made." Deng Baoying didn't care about the offense of his young subordinate. He just raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, and said in a calm tone, "During the time I'm away, the affairs will be temporarily transferred to the research institute and the task force base. There will be no problems with the procedures within the military."

"But this is too risky... Moreover, no matter from which angle you look at it, maybe the other party is just trying to lure the enemy in. Will the other heirs agree..."

Green's voice sounded anxious and incoherent: "Your medical report some time ago also recommended not to carry out any more intense killing activities in the near future! The tranquilizer and treatment cabin are not ready yet, at least..."

The young snake said so, looking at the heirs beside him for help, but unfortunately he did not get a response.

The only one who spoke again was Guan Jiu.

"I have no opinion on his behavior," he said lightly, "You know, kid, I only care about my own interests - as long as I can catch that bastard from the body of the false god and give him a good beating, let alone Deng Baoying, even if I go there alone, it's no problem."

"Oh, I should say that I have a positive attitude towards his plan, and the black market will provide all the help it can for this operation."

...So the facial comparison data is not wrong.

The so-called "runaway" young master of the black market was really taken away silently by the "purple mist" like those missing residents of the marginal galaxy.

Otherwise, the black market would not be so anxious to communicate with the military of the marginal galaxy.

There are rumors on the Star Network that the young master is just a pawn and a toy of the black market leader. Now it seems that the rumors are not entirely true. From a rational perspective, the black market has mobilized such a huge amount of resources, which is a bit like "sacrificing one's life to accompany a gentleman". It can be seen that Guan Buhui has a high status in the mind of the poisonous jellyfish.

But it is obvious that Green has no time to analyze it from a rational perspective.

"President......!"

The adjutant has no right to comment on the decisions of other successors of the camp. He took a step forward, and his eyes looked at the shadow of the lamp in a hurry and hope.

In fact, it's not just him.

At some point, a group of people had quietly surrounded the door of the conference room, secretly looking inside through the gap that was not closed after being opened, and vaguely heard whispers.

Due to discipline, no one dared to come in, and could only circle outside the door, hoping that Green could convince the president to change his mind.

As a fellow military man, Lynx stretched out his legs and glanced at the figure moving at the door with his green eyes pretending to be casual.

"Although I have no right to advise you like this," she rested her chin on her hand, and turned the tip of the pen between her fingers twice, her voice sounding deliberately casual, "but think about it again. There is no need to listen to what He says to you... Regardless of whether this meeting is a trap carefully planned by Him, even if you listen to it, what can you change?"

"Well. If you ask me, don't care too much about the truth. You also said that you have let it go, right?"

"You know too much, be careful not to become like me," Guan Jiu interrupted, pointing at himself, "You don't want to be crazy for another ten thousand years."

Deng Baoying looked around without saying a word, just put down the pen lightly and stood up.

"Let's prepare for the raid in advance," the Griffin didn't say anything, nor did he answer, but just nodded softly to Green, "If nothing unexpected happens, the mutant beast tide will be awakened and used when I meet Him. If no miracle happens, then minimize the casualties, understand."

The commotion at the door gradually stopped, and the conference room fell into silence. Green's heart sank to the bottom.

Holding the last hope, he whispered to his boss: "If no miracle happens...what does miracle mean?"

"..."

Deng Baoying didn't say anything, and passed him by and left the conference room. However, the holographic projection of Mist Cloth next to him spoke before it dissipated, and kindly told him: "When the gods are on our side, it's called a miracle."

God.

Green's eyes finally showed confusion and doubt. When did their military and research institutes start talking about prayer and superstition?

But it was obvious that no one would give him an answer to this question.

Because Deng Baoying had already instructed Officer Cheetah to prepare a single-person light flying ship.

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"The gods don't like humans exploring the truth."

The false god said to Guan Buhui with a smile.

The hinterland of the valley in the forbidden zone of the Edge Galaxy is guarded by layers of cracks and tides of mutant beasts. Even with a younger and more vigorous body, the decayed and withered aura of the Pseudo-God is still leaking out, staining Guan Buhui's fair skin with large patches of purple cracks and spots, as if it were splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Power that does not belong to humans will always cause the collapse of rules, and the pain brought by this collapse must be borne by the Pseudo-God and Guan Buhui together.

Yes, this is the second week that Guan Buhui has been trapped in the spiritual world.

Because his body was occupied, the young, poor little parrot could only be trapped in a small and closed spiritual space like a monitoring room, watching everything happening in the outside world through his own eyes.

He could no longer describe the process of being occupied. He only remembered that his head was aching so much when the purple mist filled the sky, and that weird feeling of being torn and swallowed by countless sharp teeth like a lamprey, as if his entire soul was torn apart and reassembled.

Today, he suddenly realized why the false god whispered to him when they met for the second time: "You are very pleasing to the Supreme God."

It turned out that this body had been marked by the monster long ago.

Compared with the monster when they met last time in the M31 galaxy, the false god now seems to be more mature and more crazy. At least, every time he saw a blond, purple-skinned monster in the image of an adult male.

The feeling of being eroded by the aura of the rift was so painful that Guan Buhui had to fall into a long sleep, and his consciousness became increasingly dizzy. The occupied body was naturally controlled by the false god, all the way from the black market star field to the restricted area of ​​the marginal galaxy.

Perhaps because his mental state was really not very good, the false god would chat with Guan Buhui when he was awake.

Although most of the time it was him who was mumbling.

"Why does she like you? Why are you not restricted by the gods' reversal of time and memory reorganization? Why did I choose your body as my host?"

The Pseudo-God stood on the cliff of the valley, carefully looking at the young and handsome face with purple stripes, and asked with a smile: "Now, you should know, right?" "

Because you are very, very important in the future."

"..."

Guan Buhui did not speak, but looked up at the universe through his own and the Pseudo-God's eyes.

He once again saw those blue data streams that covered the sky and were everywhere.

It was like the most essential structure of the universe's sandbox, and it was like the beginning of everything returning to one. Those data streams covered the sky and were like surging silk threads, tightly entwined on every inch of things between heaven and earth. Even those mutant beasts that were surging like a tide and without spirit were all entangled with those translucent data streams.

From top to bottom, from inside to outside - and then to the highest and farther, the end of everything.

And on his own body, or rather, on his body occupied by the false god, the blue data streams were even larger and brighter, almost forming a dense and lush tree crown.

Every inch of rolling data represented the maintenance and choice of countless destinies in countless parallel time and space, and even in the sandbox that could be deduced.

These blue data streams were the composition of the fate of the past and the future.

What a irony.

Guan Buhui squatted in the dark and narrow space of consciousness, thinking so with a smile on his face.

Why do these threads have to get entangled with this little bug?