From star abyss

"It was a really intense fight."

Imperial Crown Prince Mistofin looked at the smoke-filled battlefield and couldn't help but sigh.

Should I say that he is worthy of being the candidate that the philosopher king values? The power of these people is far beyond their imagination.

The middle zone of the confrontation has been annihilated into a vacuum zone. The powerful collision seems to have created some kind of singularity, causing serious damage to the entire space.

Fortunately, here is the inherent time domain. The self-healing ability and intensity of space are far more powerful than Layer Abyss's vulnerable physical attributes. With their preparation in advance, there are basically no problems.

As long as the empire is willing, in their own time domain, outsiders cannot kill even an ant.

If it were placed in the outside world...this kind of offensive could wipe out a star system, right?

"That blow incorporated a lot of arcana, not exactly the power of the [Society] Councilor... It's really interesting."

Although he was clearly a member of the parliament, he betrayed his origins and actively betrayed a large amount of information - no, it was not so much a betrayal, but rather, he simply came here to deliver information on purpose.

Then he took the path of [Destruction], but he was very good at using and controlling arcane energy.

He doesn't look like a clone or a top soldier in colonial equipment, and he has no trouble communicating with those who have descended - he is simply one of the descendants.

"It seems that the talents of these descendants need to be reconsidered."

Previously, narrative civilization did not pay much attention to the existence of players.

Although Li Ozi's layout allowed a large number of players to come into contact with Valkyrie Fortress, the largest mercenary platform in Layer Abyss, in advance with the help of White Candle Star, but in fact, the world that players came into contact with was not yet Being noticed by narrative civilization.

After all, the players are currently just PMC military contractors in the third world, and the narrative civilizations are all regular armies with long-established heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals.

The most brutal battlefield in recent years is undoubtedly the Galaxy Eye meat grinder, but when it comes to narrative civilization, the Galaxy Eye is just a piece of tablecloth that can be eliminated in the blink of an eye, and no human effort is needed to grind meat.

They have a large number of non-war tools that can also achieve results: mathematical rules, constant modifiers, mass subconscious hypnosis, mind seals, mental plagues...

Even if the players achieve outstanding results, in the eyes of narrative civilization, it is just a small fight.

You say you have an immortal body, but we narrative citizens have fifteen free resurrection opportunities, which doesn’t seem to be much different.

You said you grew up quickly, but Narrative Civilization has a perfect education and cultivation system, and it can mass-produce talents. Even an alcoholic like Qinlan Jiuge, the empire can train her into a Kappa (10th) level powerhouse.

You say you have strength in numbers - do you want to compete with Narrative Civilization in terms of numbers?

But now, Leoz and others have confronted Qinlan Jiuge, the director of the Qianyuan Bureau, and this has truly refreshed the understanding of narrative civilization.

"Perhaps these descendants can not only be used as cannon fodder."

"Their talents are not necessarily worse than our narrative citizens, and their numbers are not small. They are found in all ethnic groups, so there is no need to worry about how to tame them."

"However, compared to these descendants, the [blacksmith] named Leoz is more eye-catching..."

Mistofin made a mental calculation.

These descendants should be considered top-notch in their group. Whether it is the elemental caster's methodical deployment of elements and refreshing spell slots, or the [Soul Master]'s excellent field control - these people have experienced it all. Hundreds of battles are definitely achieved through experience in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But, no matter how you look at it, the most eye-catching one is the [Blacksmith].

"Leoz... with such a bad name, is he really too lazy to act and really doesn't want to reveal his identity? Or is he just opportunistic and wanting to make a bet?"

Mistofin was quite interested in this [Blacksmith].

But it's a pity that no matter how much you want to keep the other party, the Philosopher King's order is more important, so you can only let them leave.

This final blow was the proof they presented to the empire's top brass, proving that they were not mere terrorists, but talented individuals with investment value.

In fact, this further proves that the philosopher king's judgment is correct, and it can be regarded as reciprocating a favor.

Speaking of which, it’s been so long, and there’s still no movement from Qinlan Jiuge?

Mistofin looked at the center of the impact. After the explosion, the core position gradually dropped with energy, and was surrounded by a rich plasma ocean, making it almost impossible to feel any changes.

Is it a battle, or has Director Qinlan Jiuge already captured it?

If it is the latter, then we can only find an opportunity to let him go.

According to His Majesty the Philosopher King's deduction, only when these people reach Jingyuan can they bring effective feedback to the empire.

As time passed, the plasma ocean showed no signs of declining, and the surrounding rich source of energy did not dissipate. It seemed to indicate that Qinlan Jiuge was locked in a bitter battle with these thugs.

……?

Mistofin tapped the table lightly and said:

"King, set up a four-dimensional network. I want to apply to view the timeline."

"permit."

The Philosopher King gently tapped a finger, as if he was picking something in the air, and suddenly he dragged it continuously and selected a bright light.

"The time is 30 seconds. Drag it yourself. The thread of light will connect you and me. Be careful not to let go, otherwise you will stay at the fork in the road of time."

"learn."

Mistofin raised his hand to catch the strand of light that came to him at some point, and his eyes quickly became deep and hollow.

In the first screening, the specific points were zero and there was no change.

Abnormal fluctuations were detected, one minute and fifty seconds ago - determined to be a normal phenomenon.

In the second screening, the specific points were five and there was no change.

Four node fluctuations were detected, six minutes and seven seconds ago, twelve minutes ago, twenty-six seconds ago - ruled out.

Carry out model filtering and eliminate negative interference items...

The third screening begins.

"——Yes!"

13 minutes and 21 seconds ago, at this time point, an abnormal time point occurred.

Mistofin quickly reached his subconscious and came directly to this place in time. He zoomed in on the spatial location here, switched his perspective, and gradually let his consciousness enter the plasma ocean.

It's fast. There is a lot of noise in the surrounding space, and there are traces of discontinuous superposition of dimensions. It is obvious that someone has edited at the four-dimensional level.

Mistofin calmed down, this was obviously not the fault of Capa or Zeta.

He was able to directly enter the high-dimensional level and edit the three-dimensional space without anyone noticing, and even bypassing the Philosopher King's surveillance.

This is not something that mortals can do, nor is it something that ascendants or ordinary Omegas can do.

Those who can do this...

Mistofin's mood became more and more solemn, and he continued to infiltrate into the timeline, even without regard for his own safety.

Just when he was about to enter the plasma ocean, the world around him suddenly darkened.

"what happened?"

He looked down at his left hand - the golden thread tightly grasped in his palm was rapidly fading away.

"The strands of light of the Philosopher King are actually being eroded..."

Mistofin was horrified, but having come to this point, he had no other choice.

The only way to go now is to continue on the established trajectory, reach the edited time segment, and then reconnect with the empire there.

This is the only way to leave.

After making up his mind, Mistofin walked forward step by step.

Strictly speaking, the world in front of him was not pitch black. He could faintly hear many strange sounds.

The rotation of stars, the communication between men and women, the songs of mermaids, the howling of the cold wind on the top of the snow-capped mountains...

Finally, these sounds became clearer and clearer, and he got closer and closer to the missing piece of time.

He stepped out with his left foot and suddenly landed on a piece of muddy land. The cold and damp environment was very different from the spring-like Chilan Star all year round.

"here……"

Mistofin's eyes widened, looking at the world in front of him, and he was extremely shocked for a moment.

……………………

Outside the Imperial Law Enforcement Team, the major armed forces immediately fell into tense divisions.

As soon as Mistofen stepped into the timeline, these law enforcement forces were greeted by a group of strange-looking people.

"who are you?"

The temporary commander carefully looked at the sudden arrival of the uninvited guests. These people seemed to be cosmic humans, but for some reason, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience surrounding them.

At first glance, it looks like a natural living person, but no matter how you look at it, it's strange.

His skin is white and tender, and his eyesight is clear, but his movements are as stiff as a plant.

The man at the head was wearing a bamboo hat and a towel around his neck. He looked like an old farmer. The others looked like firefighters, lawyers or reporters. There were about 200 people in total.

In response to the questions from the imperial officials, the old farmer who took the lead said without any logic:

"Mr. Congressman Leoz, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

The imperial official frowned and shouted dissatisfied:

"Who are you? This is a law enforcement scene, please don't let anyone come near."

"I'm not talking to you, my lord."

The old farmer took off his bamboo hat, revealed a simple and honest face, and said with a smile:

"I'm just a [farmer], a farmer, and I came to the [blacksmith] to go to the city and have fun together."

The next moment, the entire empire shook violently, and a suffocating sense of despair and oppression suddenly emerged between heaven and earth.

"Reforge nine times, no, this breath-"

The imperial officials’ faces turned pale:

"Finally - reforging?!"

…………………………

The bitter wind blew across his forehead, ruffling Leos' messy hair.

【here……】

The familiar coldness touched his fingertips. Leoz put away his sharp blade and stood among the heavy snow.

The steam train whimpered as it passed by, and the boy selling newspapers, his face covered with frostbite, shouted loudly:

"Excuse me! The Principality of Wake and the Kingdom of Falicia announced the conclusion of a trade agreement, and a new grain export law will be introduced soon!"

[Falicia...such a familiar name? 】

"Azhen?"

Hearing someone calling him, Leoz turned his head and saw a snow-white ball rolling towards him. When he looked closer, he realized it was Lanaen.

"Yueyue? Why have you become like this?"

"Ah, this."

Lanaen was wearing a gorgeous moon-white dress like a little princess. Her hair was soaked in snow, and there was a cluster of unknown purple flowers on her forehead. She picked up the skirt and turned it around, stepping on the soft soles of her feet. The snow makes a rustling sound.

"I don't know why, but after I came here, I suddenly looked like this."

Lanane said, tilted her head and looked at Leos, and said:

"Azhen, you have become different too."

"Yeah?"

Leoz raised his hand, used the power of the [Blacksmith] to extract mercury, and created a mirror in front of him:

"Huh? This looks like..."

What was in the mirror was not the appearance of Isaac Maxim, the conscripted body, but a tall, blond warrior with a cold face and blue eyes, with a sharp blade on his waist.

This look...he has seen it before.