My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"We only discovered it recently." Emma walked to the desk and pointed to a few pictures on the file.

"In the past year, Otto has carried out large-scale experiments on man-made herrschers in every corner of the world. We found more than twenty laboratories alone."

Emma stared into Nancy's eyes and said seriously.

"Every artificial herrscher experiment requires a lot of material and financial support. Judging from this amount, it is obviously impossible to be a temporary idea, and must have been planned for a long time. We speculate that it is very likely that Otto will die as soon as the second collapse is over. Already preparing for this matter. The laboratory where the Tower of Babel created the Second Herrscher was just a test field for Otto. After proving the success of the technology, he almost immediately began to devote himself to large-scale promotion experiments, intending to create a multi-digit God."

"What does he want to do?!" The moment Nancy heard these words, her hands and feet felt a little cold.No one knows better than her what a terrifying group of existences the Herrschers are.

"Is he crazy?! Hasn't the Second Herrscher learned enough?!"

"No, not only is he not crazy, but he is also very sober." Emma shook her head.

"Because he created gods to kill!"

Nancy froze in the wheelchair.

"I don't know what his plan for the Second Herrscher is, but one thing I can be sure of is that from the moment he created them, he thought about how to kill them."

Emma said in a heavy voice.

"His train of thought is probably—since the appearance of Herrschers is inevitable, then I might as well take their appearance into my own hands. I created these gods with my own hands, so I naturally know their weaknesses and what they are. When it is weakest, when it is most likely to be killed."

"..." Nancy was a little speechless in astonishment.

"And he did succeed. In this year, all of us are still struggling with how to fight against the Great Crash, how to survive in the hands of the Second Herrscher, those politicians are still thinking about how to keep their black hats, The coalition forces on the front line in Siberia were still struggling with how to hold on to Sirin's hands for one more day. He had already killed at least four Herrschers quietly. The serial number of the Herrschers in this era has been deduced to the tenth or later. "

"..."

"He is indeed worthy of being that person's student." Emma praised. "I've done things that no one else could have imagined."

"Don't be too happy too early, Emma." But soon, Nancy recovered from the shock, and then frowned. "Killing at least four Herrschers is exciting, but it also means that Otto holds at least four Herrscher's cores that we don't even know the effect of."

Plank was taken aback.

"I don't deny that he did a great thing, but you can't ignore that he is a solid careerist."

"He holds so many Herrscher's cores and keeps secrets, what exactly is he trying to do?"

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"After you have seen three million reincarnations, the first ray of light in the morning still illuminates everything from the edge of the sky, like a sharp light knife tearing the curtain of darkness, cutting through the dense darkness, and illuminating everything on the way When, is there a neat light and shadow left behind?"

The blond man with the mask put away the knife, closed his eyes, tilted his head and raised his face slightly.Opening his arms as if intoxicated by the cold wind, he asked the person in front of him in a tone like reciting a poem, with a natural and friendly voice.

"All the mountains and mountains are worshiped by it, and the shadows are elongated as the light advances. Lin Haitao is fascinated by it, swaying in the morning wind."

He opened his arms as if embracing the mountains and seas, and swirled on tiptoes in the rain like an innocent child.

"Have you ever seen that scene?"

"..."

For some reason, the other party was silent and did not answer.

"You have seen that after wars, disputes, natural disasters, changes, vicissitudes, |civilization alternation, and thousands of years of time, even after being shaken, burned, corroded, and poisoned. This land is still stubbornly pregnant with life, and there are still branches. Yu Ye broke through the destruction and ruins, raised his head, is it like the touch of verdure revealed by this world?"

The blond man lowered his head, the mask shrouded in shadow.However, his voice was gentle and friendly, as if he was a boy next door who was delighted to see the branches and leaves grow.

If this man is an actor, he must be the top actor in the world - it's hard for people who saw this scene not to have such thoughts.Because that voice is full of hope and longing, just hearing that voice seems to be bathed in sunshine like that sprout.

"The stems and leaves are transparent like translucent emeralds under the sunlight, and the veins and textures of life are all over the transparency."

"That scene—" he asked again.

"Have you ever seen it?"

"..."

His answer was still silence.

"You have seen that after three thousand battles, even through countless pains and tortures, sorrows and sufferings, even through countless betrayals, murders, slanders, and spurns. Under the smoke that will eventually dissipate, in the secular world that has changed In addition, when the hero still stands on the earth with his head held high, bathed in the brilliance, and brings hope to the world equally, is it the smiling face he shows?"

When the masked man said these words, he subconsciously stopped, as if he was proud just to say such words, as if he was proud just to chant the sunshine.If the longing and hope in the previous sentence is performed by a peerless actor, then the enthusiasm and respect in this sentence seems to be wafting from the eyes in the next second. The burning fire of the soul.

"When he reaches out to you, he will look down at you. At that moment, you will see the light of the sun escaping behind his head, but even this is not as good as the light in those eyes."

He was so excited that his voice trembled when he spoke, and he was so happy that even if he tried to suppress the volume, his voice would rise uncontrollably.

"That scene! Have you ever seen it?!"

"..."

However, the answer to him was still silence.

"...Yeah, of course you haven't seen it before."

The cold rain was pouring down, soaking his clothes.The masked man seemed to have finally woken up from some dream, raised his head and raised his hand to cover his face.His voice lowered, and he took off his mask, full of confusion and despair.

"Because even I! The great lord of destiny! The leader of the dark side! The unborn person! I have only been favored by the last situation. What's more about you."

His voice was operatic in his singing, and his expression in raising his arms was as rich as a speech.If he is not a lunatic, he should be a peerless actor. If there are other people present, he should give thunderous applause when he sees this!However, since this is not a venue where Broadway lights shine, it is doomed not to have thunderous applause.

Because this was just a rainy night in the barren mountains of Greece, his only audience was the Eleventh Herrscher who had broken his left arm and right leg and was struggling in the rain and mud.

At this moment, this godly girl was so embarrassed that she couldn't even speak. She was lying in the dirty muddy water and was "imprisoned" and "imprisoned" by the power that was supposed to be in her hands. A big hole was bloody and bloody, and the severed limb was still overflowing with blood, but the heavy pressure on her body prevented her from even wailing.

Such a person would not be able to enjoy the opera leisurely, even if Otto sang hype, she would only scream and howl.