Come and connect with me!

When the three people on the battlefield stopped and looked at each other, they found, without surprise, that the headquarters of Destiny had become a flat road, the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and under the inhuman and brute force, all creations that claimed to be civilized were flattened and crushed.

Bianca looked at the two people who were breathing slightly not far away, her expression unchanged, as if the incredible blow had no effect on her. In the two people's devilish eyes, she raised the magic spear again, and the Key of God with gorgeous patterns seemed to be cheering, more light gathered together, and then this weapon of killing gods made of the messenger of God unfolded layer by layer, like a blooming flower of death.

"Holy Spear, bloom!"

The blond knight recited the eulogy softly, with his eyes slightly lowered, as if he didn't want his deep blue eyes to see the death of the person in front of him.

Soviet Rossiya frowned slightly, but then his expression relaxed and he looked at Helena.meta beside him.

"Honestly, what I hate most is being stuck in rescuing people."

"Same as above."

Helena.meta nodded in agreement, the worried look in her eyes no longer existed, she could even complain to Bianca who was not far away.

"Also, I should update the record. Isn't the gap between the upper and lower limits of the Valkyrie a bit too big?"

Bianca moved the magic spear in her hand, and the spear of light, which was hotter than the midday sun and colder than the midnight wind, waved in the air and blasted down towards the right side of the two men!

There was no deafening roar, nor the crisp sound of swords clashing. The moment the spear of light fell, deeper darkness eroded the light, and after a brief stalemate, the light was extinguished cleanly.

"How embarrassing! If it were me, this little girl wouldn't be worth mentioning at all."

With the crisp sound of high heels, Frederick the Great ruffled his wet black hair with a look of disgust, staring at the yellow-haired girl in her eyes.

"Don't make sarcastic remarks, Frederick."

Soviet Rossiya looked at her with a gloomy face and displeasure.

"If possible, I don't want to be rescued by you. Where are the other people in the harbor? Are they all busy making out with Comrade Commander? So the unlucky one has to come to the rescue, right?"

"If your ability was half as good as your mouth, you wouldn't be like this now."

Frederick the Great chuckled and glanced at this level of provocation with disinterest.

"Where's Wuming?"

The female knight asked coldly.

"You want to know, right?"

The shadow under Frederick the Great's feet gradually spread out. Under the scorching sun, she was in a shadow that could not be dispelled by the light, and she faced Bianca with a cold smile.

"Then ask me in an iron-blooded way!"

The next moment, overwhelming black shadows rushed out from the ground, like a revived nightmare, transforming into all kinds of deformed and weird monsters, obeying the will of their creator, and pounced on the lone female knight!

Soviet Rossiya looked at the ground within a few kilometers, which was undulating like a living tide, and it was dark and exuded an ominous atmosphere. After watching it, he turned around and asked.

"What's this iron-blooded way she's talking about?"

"It's very simple."

Helena.meta silently turned to the side of this careless Northern Alliance ship girl, avoiding the opportunity to look at Frederick the Great.

"What she meant was that if I defeated her, I would tell Yulandel everything."

"I hate people who beat around the bush."

Soviet Rossiya muttered, then asked with some curiosity.

"By the way, where is Comrade Commander now?"

On the other side, Wuming, who had already gone deep underground following the map he had obtained, was also asking himself this question.

"By the way, where is Otto now?"

No one answered him.

This is the underground of the Destiny headquarters. Everything in this floating city is under the watchful eyes of the super AI Ai-chan, but Otto's understanding of everything is obviously different from that of ordinary people. He has retained so many billions of self-designs, and this man who has lived for too long has not only prepared Plan A for the floating city, but also plans from B to Z, and he can also realize it with huge financial resources.

This involves building a hundred-meter-high building on the ground of a floating city, and then building a larger secret laboratory underneath the building.

"Why doesn't he build an underground water vein and raise some killer fish if he has so much free time?"

The people around him looked around curiously and chuckled.

"If anything, it might not be bad news for us."

Her golden eyes looked towards Wuming.

"Commander, cheer up. If you are too impatient in the face of such a cunning villain, you will suffer."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly again, and her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick soil and see Frederick the Great fighting above.

"You can walk slower. I trust our good mother. With her up there, at least one of Otto's escape routes will be cut off."

Wuming shrugged, not looking at Qieji, whose lips couldn't help but smile, and turned his gaze to the big white fox dozing off in the air.

"Okay, but I prefer to make it quick. Shinano, did your butterfly see anything?"

The pure white nine-tailed fox yawned listlessly, raised her hand slightly, and a glowing butterfly landed on the back of her hand, casting a slight shadow of the butterfly on her white skin.

"There are so many passages here... But the butterflies can sense the traces of someone walking by..."

Shinano raised his eyebrows, and the glowing butterfly exploded, turning into a straight blue dotted line, pointing directly to a road.

“There!”

Chapter 638 Before the Raiders

Cold, shaking.

"Hahaha......."

Breathe in deep gulps, feeling the sense of security as the air safely enters your body.

The phantom of death still lingered in Otto Apokalis' eyes, making him lie in the cold incubator for a long time before he slowly got up.

The secret laboratory underground was also shaking slightly, letting him know that he had to find a way to escape.

On top of the floating city, the host computer that retained all his memories had definitely become unreachable, but luckily the old backup host was still usable, allowing him to barely survive, but he also paid a price for it.

That's memory.

He lost some memories that were not so clear, which might be memories from his childhood, or the daily life of an old friend. Of course, it might also be a not-so-memorable movie, or trivial daily life that he could not remember clearly.

He pondered for a moment, making sure that the impression of that person in his mind was still vivid, as if it were yesterday, then he put on his clothes, took the civilized stick that he always put down, and operated the machine beside him, allowing the machine to transmit the news that he was still alive to the designated people. His life that lasted for centuries was not only for accumulating wealth, but also for establishing friendships with those living mythical figures - at least that's what he thought.

"Red Kite Immortal, Yulandel... Huh, will Shaniyat's blood be useful to that man?"

Otto's face was uncertain. He had no idea where this man came from and why he wanted to kill him. In other words, all the back-ups and trump cards he had accumulated in the past would be greatly reduced due to unknown factors.

Incomprehensible motives, unknown means, and unknown technologies all make it difficult for Otto to remain calm as usual.

After he sent the message, he took his walking stick, opened a secret passage, and dived in.

The secret passage had not been opened for a long time. The air inside was thin and carried an unpleasant smell of earth. This made the pampered Bishop of Heaven's Fate look uneasy. He walked expressionlessly all the way towards the end of the secret passage.

There is a crudely constructed hang glider that he left behind fifty years ago. Even though it has been well maintained, whether it can still function normally today still depends on God's will.

The secret passage was winding and rugged. As Otto walked along, he suddenly felt something emitting a faint light in the secret passage. He stopped, held his walking stick tightly, and looked carefully.

It was a delicate insect, only the size of a finger, emitting a dim blue light in the dark tunnel.

Otto held the stick and pointed the tail at the glowing butterfly, waving it threateningly. The butterfly was stimulated and quickly fluttered its wings and flew into the crack in the wall, even retracting its light.

“It’s a type I’ve never seen before.”

Otto looked at the butterfly and felt some interest in it, but he quickly stopped thinking and continued to move forward. Although discovering a new species of insects was a way to have fun, now was a time when every second counted and he could not afford to stop and relax.

He walked step by step towards the end of the secret passage and finally saw a beam of natural light coming from outside the cave. He took a deep breath, stepped out of the secret passage, and looked at a hidden platform outside the secret passage. The glider wrapped in the waterproof cloth was still in place, and had not been blown away by decades of wind and waves.

“Really well prepared.”

"No, I forgot to prepare food and water..."

Otto answered subconsciously, then his expression changed and he looked towards the place where the voice came from.

The man who had strangled him to death once stared at him quietly. The view from above gave him the illusion that he was on the stage, performing for this stranger what it meant to be dead without a second thought.

"It's you."

Otto held the walking stick tightly with his five fingers, and squeezed it so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Well, should I say goodbye or nice to meet you?"

Otto looked at Wuming's determined expression, said nothing, but held the stick tighter.

He asked in a low voice with undisguised disgust and anger on his face.

"What do you want? Wealth, power, or something else?"

"Perhaps it's a personal vendetta?"

Wuming looked at the two silent wives beside him, then walked towards Otto.

"Don't be ridiculous. I am Otto Apokalis, the bishop of the Destiny organization. There are more than 50,000 people who want to kill me, not to mention those outside of Destiny. But none of them have made a move on me, even though I did give them a chance."

Otto looked at the stick in his hand, seeming to be thinking.

"Because everyone knows that I can die, but not in an accident."

"You are so arrogant. Without you, there will be no one to fight against Honkai?"

Wuming's tone was somewhat nonchalant, he didn't believe that there actually existed a planet that couldn't rotate without someone. Such a claim was nothing more than the elitism commonly used by politicians, emphasizing their own uniqueness, taking all the credit on themselves, and believing from the bottom of their hearts that they were indispensable.

"Of course not, but it is difficult to gather the power of everyone in this world. I am barely maintaining the balance, and this job is not something that everyone can do. There are 50,000 people who want to kill me, but the remaining 30 million people want me to live."

Otto looked at Wuming approaching, the annoyance and dissatisfaction on his face disappeared little by little, there was relief and regret in his eyes, and his back was straight. He looked like he was attending a grand event, which made Wuming serious.

"I really don't want my hard work to be wasted like this."

Otto looked straight at Wuming and loosened his grip on the stick. Enterprise, who was not far away, looked surprised and looked up together with Shinano, who seemed to be a little more sober.

A vibration from light to heavy was approaching. Wuming looked at Otto who was so close, and simply stepped back to stay with Enterprise and Shinano. The Bishop of Destiny smiled slightly and stood motionless. The hunting relationship between the wolf and the sheep seemed to be reversed at this moment.

"Bishop Otto, you are still alive!"

Bianca descended from the sky with a voice of surprise, but Otto's expression did not change, and he did not seem happy about his survival.

He just watched the scarred figure punch through the rock wall and alloy pillars, and then looked at Wuming.

"What's your name, young man?"

"nameless."

Wuming replied casually, looking at Bianca whose wound was still healing, and couldn't help but look up at the sky. After Bianca, a black dot with a surprised look on its face jumped down from the ground of the floating city, stepped on a dark dragon-shaped monster, and landed leisurely beside Wuming.

"This little girl is really desperate."

Frederick the Great, who was unharmed, looked at Otto with interest.

"Are you the one she wants to protect? I heard from my dear that you are a complete villain. Does this child know who you are?"

"The presence of Bishop Otto is necessary."

To Frederick the Great's surprise, the stubborn girl spoke in a firm tone.

"Whether he is good or bad doesn't matter now."

There was a melancholy in Bianca's eyes that she herself was not aware of, but it turned into determination in an instant.

“I think that’s very important.”

Wuming said softly, looking at Otto who had an indifferent expression.

"I don't think one evil person can really save the world."

Chapter 639: After the Raiders

On the central platform of the floating city, Wuming looked at Bianca who was blocking the way ahead, then turned to look at Frederick the Great.

"Frederick, can you please ask Bianca not to do this in front of me?"

"No problem at all."

Frederick the Great turned his gaze towards the blond man.

"Do you need me to take care of him as well? It looks like this guy has another hidden card."

"No need. Sometimes I want to exercise my power. I've already killed him once, so there's no need for him to do it again."

After Wuming said this, he stood up and walked towards Otto. Bianca, who was sandwiched between the two, held the magic spear tightly. She was still the strongest Valkyrie in the world, possessing a power that no one present could ignore, but Wuming believed more in Frederick the Great, with whom he had been the longest.