Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

March 7th's hair was disheveled by the wind. Staring at the empty space where not even memories remained, she logged back in after being stunned for so long, "Star!"

Xing: Haha, we've entered Liumeng Reef.

Dan Heng instantly appeared in front of March 7th and Walter, shouting, "What did you do?!"

A wave of blue water blocked Walter's charge, and Dan Heng casually uttered a code, "Observe the pair and infer three."

The meaning of this code is—"Go! I have at most three breaths left."

"boom--"

The azure waves used for defense were torn apart, and a loud bang echoed in Dan Heng's ears. His long hair was blown into the collapsing azure waves, and his soaked black hair clung to his back.

A chill seeped through my back, piercing my stagnant heart like needles.

"What?!" Dan Heng could no longer hold back; he unleashed his ultimate trump card—the alliance with the Jade Omen (a weather vane).

"Were you just questioning me? A dragonborn who likes to eavesdrop? This thing? Oh, don't use it. You'll see them soon enough."

The jade tablet was in his hand, but before he could even grip it tightly...

"boom--"

Total wipeout

"Don't make a fuss, I'm not going to kill you... This place is repeatedly destroyed and reborn. I really want to take it with me... but never mind, I doubt he'd like it either."

The wind took everything away from here.

Apart from the sleepy creature curled up on the ground, and the Grand Duke of Hellfire dying in the process.

"Quantum... is incomprehensible. The fire of Doffert will eventually be extinguished, and I will face my death with equanimity. But before that, purgatory must be completed..."

Grand Duke of the Underworld dragged his severely injured body toward Mianmian, who was in a state of suspended animation.

"Pug... my last child, may you ignite the flames of dreams... and transform the world into... purgatory..."

The blue flames gently enveloped Mianmian, offering tender care like the warm winter sun.

The purple in my eyes faded, replaced by a blazing blue flame that slowly turned gold. The heatless burning consumed both black and purple completely.

Only blue and gold remained.

Looking at his masterpiece, looking at this last child.

He gently stroked it, "Don't be afraid, don't frighten them. Destruction is a magnificent moment, let me burn myself out for your coronation..."

The blue flames completely transformed into golden flames and began to burn fiercely, while Mianmian simply opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

Anger, regret, pain, remorse, reluctance...

It didn't know what emotion it was, but it spoke to the person in front of it.

"Father...?"

Grand Duke of the Underworld spoke in a hoarse voice, like that of a decaying old man, using the last of his life to say, "Good child...my last child..."

The candles above have gone out and turned to ashes; only the broken glasses and dull cane on the ground tell those who come after that there was once a cluster of firelight here.

Mianmian lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

“Pag?”

Then I sank into a primal dream—

(Gallach: Where's my pet? Grand Duke, I'm not done with you yet! You just wait!)

(Grand Duke of the Underworld: I am the regret you can never wait for.)

A system before the Dream Reef —

"Hey you two little rascals up ahead! Look over here!"

Potio ran recklessly across the wall, chasing after Sunday below and Gopher Wood on his shoulder.

"Damn it, where did this guy come from?!"

Potio didn't intend to do this, but he had no choice; the winged creature attacked him right away.

He teleported and landed right in front of Sunday, and then...

He inevitably took a hit from the ultimate railing sword.

Previously, the railing sword might not have broken through his defenses, but he had just changed bodies. This first sensation was enough to severely weaken his defenses.

And so, the hunters' revenge began.

"Talking too much will get you shot. Look at your two wings, you can't even run fast. How about I take one out and lighten your load? One-Ear?"

"Hahaha—run faster if you don't want to get shot!"

Sunday's mind was about to collapse, torn between her dying adoptive father and the bullet that was about to pierce her body and soul.

He had nowhere to escape, and the gopher wood on his shoulder offered no advice.

Because this bottie is also immune to harmonic tuning.

It's gotten to the point where I want to switch back to being a warrior on Sunday. Mages have strong control abilities, and if you can't control them, you'll be overpowered.

Chapter 291 Portio: I am the strongest AI. Sunday: What are you doing! Ouch!

Gopher Wood sighed as he looked at the countdowns on the two systems.

“Turn left ahead, 800 meters away, there are people from our Oak family. I’ll have them hold off that madman behind us.”

Potio could see the conversation clearly because his right eye lens displayed their dialogue in real time.

Additionally, there is a secret weapon option below.

"What are you saying? I heard you perfectly well. Let's see what secret weapon General Jifeng can give me."

Please select your preference.

"Flame," "Metal," "Gale," "I want them all!"

"Drink, have them all, let me see what this weapon is."

"Flame, metal, gale, the most manly combination! Man8 helicopter - T24 has been acquired."

A mirror suddenly appeared in front of Potio, and he smashed it to pieces.

He ran like crazy on Sunday, and his current exercise level is almost equivalent to what he did in three months.

"As long as I can get there...as long as I can leave this place..."

"Bang—Crack—"

A sharp crack made Sunday turn around, and when he saw what it was, his heart was pounding, cold sweat was pouring down his body, and his adrenaline was surging wildly!

What did he see?

Four powerful black arms were "harmoniously" joined together, spinning wildly to provide powerful lift for the golden cabin below.

It's unclear whether it's a fancy hand gesture or a rotating elbow, but all that's known is that it's causing the cabin to climb.

The wind lashed the ground, sending dust billowing like blood, obscuring the sky and making the already dim night sky over Liumeng Reef even worse.

"What is that? A helicopter? How could something like that appear in this forgotten land?"

When Potio opened his eyes again, he was already on the helicopter.

"This is the fucking surprise? This surging heavy metal engine roar, the howling wind in my ears, and... this!"

He pressed the button marked with a bullet symbol.

"Da da da da————"

The ship's machine guns near the landing gear kept spitting fire, and although none of them hit their targets, they gave their prey a great shock.

"This is so much better than a revolver! As expected of General Monsoon's secret weapon, I really... love it."

Because he was illiterate, when he touched the control handle, a strange memory surfaced in his mind—a full 8200 hours, nearly half a million minutes of experience appeared in his mind!

He seemed to see a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses smiling at him in that memory.

This memory enabled his driving skills to continuously improve, even reaching a state of perfect harmony between man and machine.

(Poteo: I'm a bot, I'm a bot, I'm the strongest bot! Hahaha! Bingo binbinbingo~ bagobago qiaqiaqia~)

On Sunday, the head of the Oak family faced his test. Even this level of surprise couldn't bring him back to his conscious state, which shows how strong his mental strength is.

At a certain high point, a figure watched all of this.

"That was dangerous, I almost died. But it was also quite interesting."

“This is not fair to the birds on the ground. Let me add something interesting.”

The figure waited, waiting for Sunday to rush towards her location.

And this Sunday...

"Foster father! Save my teeth!"

Gopher remained silent. He had encountered similar situations before, and all he had done was die.

"There is no other way unless we can reach... His authority here."

Portio laughed into the microphone inside the plane: "Run faster, or try to fly, otherwise what gets into your body might not be a bullet."

Potio glanced around and spotted a button with wings.

"What is this thing? Does such a thing even exist?"

Without hesitation, he clicked the launch button, and a basketball locked onto Sunday, blasting him away.

On Sunday, a bunch of vicious words popped into my head, but what came out of my mouth was, "What are you doing! Ouch!"

It didn't suffer any physical damage; it simply flew up.

Then a bunch of basketball chickens appeared in his head, with chicken heads growing all over the basketballs. Every time they collided, they would repeat some incomprehensible words in his head.

"What are you doing!" "Haha!" "Lychees! How are you going to feed lychees to the goose?" "You're so annoying!"

"You're too beautiful!" "No raccoon dog!" "Just because!"

On Sunday, his body kept running, but his consciousness was no longer important; it had sunk into a sea of ​​basketballs and chickens.