Collapse, I Will Take You to Fight!

"Ahem! Anyway, welcome, Mr. Walter."

The host gave up the communication of those idiots around him and started talking directly to Walter.

Walter is also willing to communicate in order to obtain as much information as possible.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

"This is the Domination Theater, we are the Lawrence of Thousands of People, of course, you can also call us--"The Crowd"! "

Walter raised an eyebrow.

Herrscher, this identity is in line with the ability to pull him into this wonderful space and cast illusions on him, nothing surprising.

He looked at the puppets around him who were doing their own things and there was no order at all, then shook his head and said:

"A rabble? This title is quite suitable for you. So, what do you want to do to old Peros? Is it your plan to pull me in?"

"Well... who knows? Maybe we have more plans~~"

"It seems that it was not in your plan. My accidental intrusion should disrupt your pace. At least, I discovered your existence, and you hid it well before, so you probably never thought of exposing yourself so soon. right."

"...Walter Young, occupying the core of the person you respect and blocking the possibility of his recovery, does this make you very proud? Time and time again he sacrificed his life to save the world, and watched tragedies happen again and again helplessly ? That feeling, isn’t it extraordinarily wonderful?”

"You are really in a hurry. This is the imaginary number space, right? Herrschers can interfere with the imaginary number world, it's more or less a problem. I found that this space seems to be the same, I can leave at any time, and you... From a Herrscher's point of view, it's unbelievably weak."

"..."

The host fell silent.

She originally had a thousand words to attack Walter, but the more she said in the face of a steel-willed and impeccable Herrscher of Reason, the more they would only expose their lack of confidence.

On Walter's side, he felt the pull of space.

He raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, as expected, he saw that his body was gradually blurring.

The Herald of Thousands of People is rejecting him and wants to kick him out of this imaginary space.

Walter raised his hand, and a dark blue sphere emerged in his palm.

"Like a black hole."

Walter said softly.

The singularity constructs in the air, governing the things in the theater, including a human doll, being sucked in by the powerful gravity, twisting and shattering.

"Ah!! Theater! Our theater!"

"Don't! Don't! I don't want to disappear yet!"

"Damn it! Edward should be torn to pieces by our own hands!"

"Pull me, I'm about to be sucked in!"

The world was collapsing and destroying, and Walter took a deep look at the dilapidated theater scene, and finally disappeared into this space.

"Val--ter--"

Before leaving this space, Walter heard the roars from some dolls, the clear voice of a girl, but with a shrill and resentful voice, it was uncomfortable.

Chapter 230 Two Dangerous and Dangerous, Careless Lost Father

Walter returns to the real world.

He felt that it should be one to two hours.

The main reason is that one illusion after another is a bit long, and out of caution, he prioritized observation and thinking, wasting a lot of time.

When he opened his eyes in the real world, the originally dark luxury manor was already bright.Zeke's bee swarms circled in the air, Einstein's Eins fighter jets also howled in the sky, and layers of Titan forces surrounded them—but only machines came, not real people.

The disappearance of the anti-entropy lord is a big event. Obviously, both Zeke and Einstein have considered the issue of confidentiality.

Walter raised his head suddenly, only to see a mass of bright sun-like flames piercing the night sky and descending above his head, exuding the heat that made one feel like being in a furnace.

Walter couldn't help raising his hand to block the light, looking up at the scorching sun that seemed to rise in the night sky.

Then the flame faded, and the silver-haired youth with one arm around the girl slowly descended from the air.

"Is there any danger? Is there any injury?"

When Zeke landed, he observed Walter's state and asked.

Walter shook his head.

"nothing."

"That's good. Dr. Ein, withdraw the emergency response team, we'll go back right away."

Zeke said to Einstein on the other end of the communication, and soon, the manor was restored to darkness and tranquility.

"So, what did you meet?"

"Thousand-person Lawrence, can pull people into a space of imaginary numbers, has the ability to create illusions - for some of my psychological flaws, it may have strong intelligence capabilities, and it may also be able to directly understand the psychological weaknesses of others. There are many individuals , are all dolls with the appearance of blond girls. They seem to have independent personalities and names, but the overall strength is very weak, and the possibility of hiding their strength in front of me is not ruled out. I am afraid that they have been hidden in the human world for a while, and they should have been built. A certain force, as for what exactly I want to do, I haven't had time to figure it out."

"Understood, let's go back and talk about it in detail... I heard that Dr. Tesla was crying."

"Tesla? This..."

Walter scratched his face, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.

He subconsciously glanced at his scarf, and then his expression froze.

On the dark blue plain scarf, there was a small gap like a knife cut.

It is very likely that the Herrscher of a Thousand People was too eager to reject him, causing chaos in the space. Although he, the Herrscher, could not be harmed, he destroyed the scarf close to his body—of course, it does not rule out that the pseudo-black hole caused possibility of destruction.

Anyway, Walter touched the notch in the scarf and was silent for a moment.

"Is it broken? The Lawrence of Thousand People... What a Lawrence of Thousand People."

The scarf thing is just a lead.

The self-doubt after inheriting Joyce's core, and the repeated regrets of failing to save many lives, these are the knots that Walter has always cared about.

It's one thing to think about it, but it's another thing to use these knots against him.

Walter didn't waver because he came out, but he used those thoughts to slander the people he cherished—these accusations, coupled with the destruction of the scarf, finally aroused Walter's anger.

Zeke let go of Kiana's soft and delicate waist, came to Walter, patted his shoulder, and said:

"If I remember correctly, you changed your scarf before. This one... seems to be a birthday present from Dr. Tesla and Dr. Ein, right?"

"..."

"Don't take it to heart, just let them mend it for you."

"One size fits one size, I remember this."

Walter said calmly - if there was no crimson in his eyes, he would be quite calm.

Kiyana looked at the two of them, silently touching her chin.

'Amazing!Even Uncle Walter was angry, that thousand-person lawyer, awesome! '

……

After a few hours, the three of them crossed the distance of half the surface of the planet and returned to the anti-entropy headquarters base.

There, the long-awaited Einstein and Tesla came out to greet them.

Tesla walked around Walter and took a closer look at his state. Only then was he obviously relieved, and then put his hands on his hips. His long bright fiery red hair just showed her petulant temper:

"Scared me, I thought something happened to you idiot! Do you know who you are now? Can't you be more prudent when doing things? Idiot! Idiot!!"

Tesla tapped Walter's strong chest with his slender pale index finger, with a menacing look of questioning.

However, how could Walter not know that this was an awkward concern, and likewise, he would not miss the traces of tears that had not faded from those bright eyes.

"Sorry, I was careless."

Walter let Tesla make a fuss, scratched his head, and smiled very good-naturedly.

Einstein, who also stepped forward, saw that Walter was dealing with Tesla as usual, and his indifferent expression softened, and then he suggested to Tesla lightly:

"Dr. Tesla, if you can wipe away your tears in advance, you should appear more imposing."

"What tears? In the middle of the night, can't I be sleepy!?"

"...As long as Dr. Tesla is happy."

Einstein sighed.

Although he is an old friend who has known each other for more than 60 years and is indeed a genius in scientific research and invention, it is not the first time that Einstein feels that he cannot carry Tesla.

And the one on the opposite side is also of the immovable type.

If everyone had not lived a long life and could afford it, Einstein would have had no expectations for their future.

Looking at the silly smiling Walter, Einstein heaved a long sigh.

"Have you considered medication?"

Zeke next to him asked suddenly.

Einstein naturally understood the deep meaning, then stroked his chin and pondered:

"This...is a good idea. But, how did you think of this?"

Einstein didn't doubt Zeke's insight—what's more, as far as Tesla and Walter's ignorant ranks who don't know how to hide, outsiders can basically see the signs except for themselves.

What surprised her was how Zeke, who was usually not interested in such things, would suddenly come up with such an explosive plan.

"Talk from experience."

"(?oo?) Is that so—huh!??"

Einstein was completely stunned, with a series of question marks faintly visible above his head.

"Let's stop flirting and flirting here. It's about the new Herrscher. It's necessary to discuss and study it."

Zeke clapped his hands, and said indifferently to the older virgin group in front of him.

These words naturally attracted Tesla's angry roar:

"Who is so flirtatious? You are the one, and you took Qiyana on vacation without saying a word. Could it be that you are going on a date?"

"Yes."

"Hmph! I knew—huh!??"