My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Gong Ming's state at this time was somewhat embarrassing, cuts and knife wounds could be seen all over his body, his hair was greasy from being cleaned for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The man bent over, supported his body with the sword in his hand, half-kneeled on the ground, gasped and looked at the empty platform in front of him, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The blood is his, the corner of the mouth and the body are all his.Because his enemies—whether they are Honkai Beasts or dead warriors—are things that will disappear when they die, not something that will leave blood.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a moment. When the man's eyes opened again, the bloodshot eyes had disappeared, and his breathing had returned to normal. They have all healed, leaving only those hideous cuts that show how many terrible wounds there were originally.

It's really... hard work...

As he walked, he shook his head and smiled wryly. If anyone saw his back at this time, they probably would involuntarily think of the lone wolf licking his wounds on the grassland.

If that brat doesn't take up these responsibilities well in the future, it will really make people get up and beat him if they die...

But, at least for now, I should bear these catastrophes for him...

What protagonist saves the world.Nonsense, we old things haven't died yet, so there's no reason to let a kid save the world.

He stood up, drew the sword from the ground, put it back into the sheath, and walked into the void beyond the platform.

This is a space that is completely different from the outside world. There is no orientation, no up, down, left, and right, no sunrise and sunset, and it is even impossible to judge the passage of time.Yes, there is only a flame that will never end and burn forever.This is a domain that completely belongs to the Houkai, like a stigmata space that only belongs to the Houkai. There are no rules here, and even the rules of physics are distorted. Obviously, the detector shows an abnormal high temperature of [-] degrees , but the physical sensation is only about two hundred degrees.

In this space, anything that has ever appeared in your memory, whether it is a Valkyrie, a mech, or a Houkai Beast, will be projected out of thin air in front of you. The argument of conservation of capacity is boundless and endless.

What's more, the space here is all distorted, and there is nothingness in front of him, stepping out with one step...

"..."

The twenty-fourth platform appeared in front of Gong Ming's eyes. The huge mecha descended from the sky with a roar, the roar of the Honkai beast slowly emerged from the distorted space, and the dead men were silently rolling in the blackness of the underworld. Rising slowly from the ground, they gathered into shapes, and the dark coffins surrounded them, protecting them in it.

And these things are still being born, and the number is constantly increasing.

With the sound of footsteps, all the pale, ferocious, or just searchlight eyes looked at the man who stepped into this space at the same time.

They saw that the man raised his head and tilted his head.

Then the sword was drawn.

ps:

Uh, a very embarrassing, very embarrassing question, that is...

I originally agreed to have three shifts, but our dormitory has a power outage at [-] o'clock, and then I wrote until now, and found that the computer is only a quarter of the power...

Author's message:

In other words, even if I go to write the third update now, I guess the computer will run out of battery before I finish writing...

This is very spiritual...

The third update is postponed, and it can only be updated tomorrow.

Hmm... I have to find a way to solve this problem... Otherwise, it will be unrealistic to code all night...

By the way, I'll try to see if I can resume double updates starting tomorrow.

In other words, if it's tomorrow, it should be three o'clock.

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Today's date is [-], the night of February [-]rd.sunny.

I, Nancy Thomas Alva Edison.I don't usually have the habit of keeping a diary, but as today's time, it is a day worth recording in a sense.

Of course, this piece of paper will also be destroyed by me after writing these things. , It will not play any role in recording meaning. I am writing these down now, just to adjust my mood and move my wrist.

It's just that writing out some words is different from thinking about them in your mind.

February [-]nd... Heh, it has been a year since the last time Nicholas was fished out of the coast of Santa Barbara...

If you think about it this way, time is really something that can’t be remembered—this sentence was always heard by the elderly in the past, but I didn’t think it would be my turn to say it now.

Sure enough, just as Nicholas said, the truth of the world is always there. If you don’t understand it, it’s just that you haven’t understood it yet. One day you will suddenly find that those people were either complacent or earnest. Words, perhaps, really are right.

Although the world is different, things are different, so I am happy, and the reason is the same... At that time, this man must have said so, but if it was at that time, I did not even understand these things.

It's just... It's also a time change. Perhaps for him, Nicholas, this mere year is far from enough to feel emotional.

Tsk, what a contradiction... No matter what Nicholas says, even if he has clearly shown such fatigue in front of me, while I feel sorry for him, I always want him to live for a long time, no matter what. past, present, or future.

It is really difficult for me to feel his pain, I can only give what I think is the best, but I know that my expectation is actually his pain...

This feeling, really, really, really, really...

Very powerless...

Falling in love with an immortal god is really a very sad thing...

I began to wonder if those religious nuns who spent their whole lives serving a certain god would feel resentment and resentment when they saw themselves as servants gradually decaying into dry bones while the god was still high and eternally holy.

At least, if it's me, I should be able to...

I'm not in a calm mood tonight, or there's nothing wrong with being irritable.But this feeling has no reason. I haven't encountered anything worth being upset about, but I just have such a feeling inexplicably.

My plan went smoothly. Einstein and Tesla should have analyzed the piece of soul steel that was hidden in the picture album by the marquise at that time, and they already knew the part I wanted to leave to them. According to the information, Emma should have gone to Vienna's Mandate of Heaven headquarters to negotiate with the group of old men. Even though our real plan is difficult to hide, judging from the current situation, it can be delayed for a while. .

Even though the old immortals in the council have vaguely guessed what we are going to do, with their greedy character, it is estimated that they can still use money to paralyze them for a while.The research in the laboratory is also coming to an end. Three years of research and analysis of the harvest in the Yellowstone ruins finally let us grasp the key to open the door to the truth, and have the trump card that can shock the dark side of the whole world.That's why I so generously showed the Yellowstone ruins in front of those two girls.