Vol 32 Chapter 2018: Abyss Battlefield (23)

Vol 32 Chapter 2018: Abyss Battlefield (23)

The boy is probably in his early twenties, fluffy hair, and his ear is wearing a stud earring. It seems to be a bit rebellious. At this moment, he is completely replaced by panic. He looks at it and is terrified.

Green and Millie comforted the boy and took him to the Academy Hall.

However, when the boy saw the TV screen in the lab hall, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, a fierce glimpse, struggling to make it, and Green and Millie couldn’t help but lean against the wall and barely fell. .

"what is your job!"

Two **** security guards ran over and took the batons to the youth. At the same time, they asked Green to ask: "Dean Green, do you want to drive him out? If you let such a madman enter and leave at will, the comfort of other people in the building is difficult. Guarantee."

"Oh, no, no, he is just frightened, just a little while, believe me."

Green once again helped the young man and realized his own situation. The young people tried to control themselves. The emotions were controlled. They couldn’t help but gasp. The two black security guards glanced at each other and watched the youth with warnings. He was also slowly leaving.

"Hey, Greene Dean, the **** of the media has appeared, believe me, is the real God! He warned me, want me to stay away from the 18th, I don't know what it means, tomorrow is October 18 Is it warning me of my death? Hey, I never thought that there is a **** in this world. I have never had any envelopes in my childhood. Why did it find me, I am afraid, I What should I do? Hehe..."

Some words are incoherent, and the youth show extreme fatigue and fear because of the dark circles that stay up all night.

"18th?"

Green frowns and a wrinkled Millie look at each other and see each other's eyes puzzled.

"Don't be afraid, let me first talk about how you came into contact with the **** of the media. How does it warn you in any way? Have you had any special behavior recently? As far as we know, God is hard to live with human beings. Direct intervention effects."

Said, Green took out the terminal phone, began to check the Internet on September 18th, but the query is all insignificant clues, such as the romantic poet Weng Ni died on September 18, World Environment Day For the September 8th, September 18th two-color ball number, etc., there is really no useful information.

"I am a cyber hacker. It is also a small name in the industry. Everyone asks me to sniff the dog, but I have never had much to do. I just pirated something to make some money. Just a few days ago, I stumbled upon it. A network black hole, popularly speaking, is the point of data lapse. Generally speaking, such a black hole lasts for a few seconds at most, but this network black hole does not know why, it seems that there has been no sign of disappearing, I am trying to be curious. Cracking the source code of this network black hole, I found that this source code is not a binary data chain, but a very complicated chaotic equation."

After swallowing the mouth, the young man went on to say: "Then, the deeper I understand, the more I fear the source code, the feeling, as if I was pulled into another world, the code data. The world, even feeling that this is not the secret I found at random, but it is waiting for me, give me this opportunity! Sure enough, just today, all the equipment I can access, all information is in binary code Tell me, stay away from the 18th, I... I really don't know what to do!"

"Reminder of the **** of the media? How do you know, this is the **** of the media?"

Millie asked, thinking about something, and asked: "Right, how did you find it here?"

"Jane, a female friend of mine, she works here and tells a lot about you..."

噔,噔,噔,噔,噔,噔.

The familiar high-heeled pedals, everyone looked, it was Green's assistant, the young woman in a black skirt with a mysterious smile, step by step, the youth around Green stunned, and then pleasantly surprised: " Jenny!?"

Suddenly, the youth seemed to find something. Looking at the signboard on Jenny’s chest, it was the 18th. The expression was solidified. Looking at the mysterious and strange smile that Jenny still had, she only felt that the coolness that could not be said came out from the bottom of her heart. I remembered the bit by bit of contact in the past, only felt that I fell into the incomparable abyss, fear completely enveloped it.

Green also noticed the anomaly, blocked in front of the youth, calmly said: "Who are you?"

"Hey."

Arrogant eyes, Jenny's mysterious smile is even more amazing, and the edges of the body are also like steam, blurred, somewhat distorted, very unreal.

"Rather than asking who I am, it is better to talk about who you are, the distinguished President Green, all the factors in your body have made me very fascinated. In the time we contacted, I have done a total of 3,000 to you. Six hundred and fifty-two inductive simulation calculations, the war between you and me is no exception, all ended in my complete failure."

Speaking, the distortion around the woman's body turned into a strange and singular existence, spreading in all directions, leaving only one head of fantasy in the air, talking to several people.

Relative to the calm of Green and Millie, the young man named Jason is almost fainting, watching this ridiculous and horrible scene, his face is pale, and he may feel incontinence at any time.

"You are not the **** of time, nor the **** of the sky, nor is it a modern god, is it a tribe **** that survived from ancient times? Or is it unknown in the distant time and space outside the network?"

Studying the history of the intercontinental continent for many years, as the core of the origin of the Promise, there are other rules in the world, the blessing of the conversion of the gods' beliefs into immortality, and the additional restrictions on the inability of the gods to appear. In terms of it, only the most powerful gods can reveal the true body and interfere with people's normal creatures.

The so-called most powerful **** is the existence of the **** of time and the starry sky god!

The gods are not afraid of death, only afraid of being forgotten.

The ancient gods, led by the **** of time and the starry sky god, destroyed the ancient gods of the tribe and promoted the progress of the so-called human civilization. People in that period preferred to go to church gatherings and worship the new gods blessed by various praises, gradually forgetting The ancient gods of the powerful living bodies that once worshipped tribes.

however!

In recent years, with the emergence of a variety of mechanical products and electronic devices, new modern gods have followed, people are increasingly addicted to these new products, used in video games and racing time has been far More than a week, no, maybe young people have long forgotten God, separated from faith, the church has gradually been replaced by a business gathering center, the social software dating replaced the love god, the passion of the simulation game extinguished the war and courage, For young people, the media and machinery even let them forget time and space!

The war between the modern **** and the ancient gods is about to open!

"No matter who I am, since you already know that you have no chance of winning, I don't want to make this gesture. I am just a passer."

Green calmly said Millie asked in secret: "Even if we are here, the ability to open the four-level biological level is the limit, the special rules of the world are oppressing us, that is unparalleled and magnificent. Under the power of force, if we force a higher level of power, it will be enough to push us out of the world."

"No, no, no, no, please don't misunderstand. It's not about making this gesture to you. The times are on my side and continue to develop. Any factors that benefit me will thrive, so those ancient gods can no longer wait. Going on, right? God of time?"

Here...

The TV that was originally turned off suddenly turned on. On the TV screen, there was a white-bearded old man with round-rimmed glasses, dressed like Santa Claus, but behind it was a huge clock, ticking, ticking, from the screen. Looked here.

"It took me three hundred years to find a way to invade your field. I have to say that this is really a magical space, haha."

The old man smiled and looked at Jenny’s head floating in the air, but completely ignored the green and Millie next to him. He couldn’t wait to say: “It’s time to remind people in this world that they should respect the ancient gods, then ...the war begins!"