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“Can He see us?”

Michael's actions made Wuming's scalp tingle.

"You can see it. His will covers the entire planet. Wherever the sunlight reaches, there are His ears and eyes. His smug look is really sickening."

Shinano said expressionlessly. The angel in the illusion remained calm, but just cast his gaze behind Noshiro, and a new figure slowly emerged.

"Welcome, why do you fight me?"

Michael asked loudly.

"Your Highness, please leave immediately. I will hold Him back."

Altair whispered.

"how about you?"

Noshiro frowned slightly.

"I will defeat Him."

The Princess in Military Uniform said this calmly.

"Brave? Very good."

The archangel nodded, then waved his hand. Flames shot up into the sky and burst into the earth. The fire on the ground rushed up to the sky, forming a wall of fire outside the ruins.

"For the sake of the spoils, please fight with all your might, brave man."

Michael said this, with a bright smile on his face.

Altair was startled, then his face turned serious. Immediately, a sharp sound of swords rang out beside him. Dozens of spinning sabers turned into waves and rushed towards the angel of mercy who was committing evil. The waves formed by the blades split the atmosphere, cutting the invisible air, and making all visible and invisible things scream!

Michael simply raised his hand, and the screaming sound subsided. The wave transformed by the blade could not advance an inch. His body was like the eternal and immortal glorious sun, constantly bursting with terrible light and heat. The blade that could cut through anything quickly vaporized, giving the ruins a slight smell of rust.

Noshiro, who was regarded as a trophy, gripped the sword tightly with dissatisfaction. He stood dozens of meters away, held his breath, and then swung the sword. The invisible and formless slash swept across the body of the archangel, but the latter just shrugged meaninglessly.

"Damn it, the level difference is too big."

A straight bared tooth that can relieve the breath.

Michael did not just stand there. More light and heat gathered and turned into a red cross sword. There were countless legends about him, but all the legends agreed that he possessed unparalleled martial arts.

When the sword appeared, He folded His wings, stood barefoot on the ground, and charged towards Altair.

As a godlike being that symbolizes the sun, His speed lived up to the legend. He only raised the sword and his figure completely disappeared. At the same time, all Altair could see was a shadow and the fiery sword that cut through the shadow!

It was so fast and quick that Altair's retina didn't even catch the shadow of the sword before his body was cut open easily!

Michael's head and body were separated, but there was no joy on his face. On the empty ruins were the words of Altair.

"The Fourteenth Movement of All Things: Changes in Cause and Effect!"

The next moment, Altair, holding a sword, looked indifferently at Michael whose head was flying off.

Hitting and being hit, victory and defeat, are reversed in this moment!

Michael's head and body were burning, and then a new archangel gathered in the light.

Altair said nothing, picked up her saber and rushed forward. Her body twisted, and in the next moment she was in front of the archangel, then chopped him down fiercely!

Just like cutting through a stream of water, the Spirit of Fire was not afraid of swords and knives. The force of the blow only hit the wall of fire behind it, destroying it in an instant.

"You are not a hero."

Michael looked at the silent Altair and said disappointedly.

"My princess is gone, because of you, because of your birth!"

Altair's voice was like an overflowing furnace, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was filled with anger that could burn everything.

"My birth? My birth was your mistake, Altair. You were just mad at me and didn't really want to save anything. I'm disappointed."

Michael shook his head slightly. He no longer passively accepted being cut, but took the initiative to attack. In the dense array of sabers, he found a small gap. His entire arm disappeared, and then reappeared as if in a trance. Only Altair was smashed several kilometers away at this moment.

Under the ground, Akashi said disappointedly, "We're going to lose, meow, Commander, you should make a decision."

"decision?"

Looking at the archangel in the illusion, Wuming said somewhat confusedly.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that we should leave."

Akashi said seriously.

"Even a stupid commander should know that this is not an enemy that can be dealt with. Altair is just venting..."

"What about Noda?"

"So I asked you to make the decision, meow!"

Akashi yelled angrily.

Wuming took a deep breath, and then saw the ghost girl biting her lips in the illusion, and felt a blockage in his heart.

"As a commander, you should make decisions, meow. Don't hesitate, and don't let personal emotions affect your judgment, meow!"

It’s not the game mechanics that allows you to leave the game by simply clicking exit, but in reality, when facing an invincible enemy, there is never any so-called choice.

Those who can make a choice are not in a desperate situation.

It is said that in the old ship-like games, there would be a setting where if you did not retreat in time, the hard-earned ship would simply sink. It was very realistic and hardcore, but such games were too real, making modern people who find it difficult to shoulder the sense of responsibility afraid to play them. In the modern era of game development, there is not much room for survival, so after Wuming read a certain novel, he just chose the easier-to-play Azur Lane to get into it. What he did not expect was that after traveling through time, he would have to face such a choice.

Is it because I am overconfident that this happens?

The depression and powerlessness in his heart made him want to shout, but he didn't know what to shout. The feeling of pain surged into his heart for the first time, and the fear and despair of loss made him tremble slightly involuntarily.

Akashi turned his head away, tears welling up in his light golden eyes, his heart filled with regret and anger. If the plan had been more perfect, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

In the silence, the sound of footsteps seemed particularly clear.

"Your Highness Wuming, you want to save Your Highness Noshiro, right?"

The young sage asked softly.

"Yes, do you have any solution?"

Wuming suddenly raised his head and held her hand tightly.

"The chances of winning are slim, but the chances of escaping are great."

The young sage opened her palm, and inside an irregular crystal block, there was a little red light.

"This is the trump card that was originally reserved for His Majesty Shinano!"

Chapter 180re: Fast and Slow

“【Godhead】? No, it’s not Godhead meow, it’s something even worse meow!”

Akashi suddenly jumped out, his voice still had a slight nasal sound and a faint cry tone.

"After all, we are running out of time. Theoretically, a perfect work is enough to deal with Lord Shinano, but it is not perfect as it is now, and we cannot say how much confidence we have."

Shinano also perked up and looked at this inconspicuous piece of crystal.

"It's technically poor, and there are signs of [synthesis]. Hmm, you probably don't have the ability to get all of humanity to make it together, so you divided it into many parts, and then used the commonality to fuse this thing together in the past two days."

As soon as she took it in her hand, Akashi saw the clue. She touched the crystal block and the rough protrusions on it were evidence that many similar crystal blocks were fused together.

"But meow, why don't we know meow?"

The young sage said calmly, "Because I always feel that there is something strange about Celesia. Her personality seems to be changing all the time. First she wanted to eat fried chicken, then she wanted to eat dried fish, and then she became interested in beautiful hairpins..."

"Ahem, I get it, meow. So you quietly left Celesia and did a lot of things quietly, right?"

Akashi made a face of embarrassment and saw Shinano covering his face out of the corner of his eye. The big white fox was probably thinking of the official fried chicken.

"Yes, the authorities have given me great authority. After I discovered the crystallization phenomenon of high-concentration recognition power, I immediately announced that the creatures could be summoned. If the higher-ups could decide on the candidates sooner, perhaps the crystallization would be more perfect."

The young sage said calmly, causing Akashi to snort in dissatisfaction, "No matter what, you can't possibly surpass my work, meow!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that everyone was looking at her unkindly, so she quickly said, "That yellow-haired guy is not my work, meow!"

"So what to do, Meteora?"

Wuming looked at Altair who was rushing up again in the illusion and asked anxiously.

"Your Highness Wuming's plan is to become a god, right?"

The young sage continued to speak slowly, her eyes turning to Akashi.

"That's right. At this point, I won't hide it from you, meow. I'll remove a lot of subjective characters and settings, and only keep general settings. Then I'll let the commander wear a cosplay costume, let the ownerless power attach to his body, and then the instruments carried on his body will quickly collect data. The commander will reenact the legend and replace the [created God]. When he becomes a god, he will naturally create the Garden of Eden and give mankind the promised land. Then when we go back, we will bring a lot of experimental data, so that the commander can evolve in the direction of [God]. In general, it will benefit the world and have no harm, meow!"

"Well, why not just say it?"

When Songyuan Takashi saw everyone's gazes on him, he felt a sense of pressure, but he still asked with a little dissatisfaction.

"Because people cannot imagine that a god who does not ask for anything in return, or who takes away things that humans do not need, really exists. Only by performing miracles can people know that God really exists."

The young sage whispered, with a sigh in her tone.

Then she let out a long breath.

"So, can this [creature] be controlled by His Majesty Wuming?"

Although she is a created being, the young sage can talk about manipulating created beings without batting an eyelid.

"Well, although I want to say that it takes some time to study, the commander should be impatient, so I will give you an accurate answer, meow. This [creature] should be able to save Noshiro, but because the setting is very exaggerated, it is impossible to fully materialize meow, so the battle with that blond bastard is still unknown meow, and basically everyone believes that this creation has a selfless spirit and a desire to save mankind, well..."

Akashi looked at this rough [Degraded Divine Power] and shook his head somewhat unconfidently.

"In other words, it can be used, right?"

Wuming said slowly.

Akashi looked at Meteora, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The shell of this thing is not perfect enough. Even if it is temporarily combined, it won't last long."

"So, it can be used, right?"

Akashi could hear Wuming's pounding heart and his burning eyes.

"Ah."

She responded softly, then took out various props from her ship suit.

“It will be ready soon.”

Having said this, she glanced at Shinano again.

"Shinanori, are you still able to move now?"

"?"

"This weight is too [light], there is no way to escape, I still need to admit that I have to make up for it!"

Shinano nodded slightly, her tone light but firm.

"I'm sure the commander will get what he wants."

The battle in the illusion was still going on, and underground, the preparations had finally been completed, or rather, it was just a matter of re-arranging the props that had been collected.

The crystal block that Akashi called the degraded product of [Divine Power] was suspended in the air. Wuming stood on the ground and adjusted his breathing according to the previous request.

"Keep calm, meow, Commander, and don't think about beating up Fei Huangmao. There's nothing shameful about a strategic retreat, meow!"

"Do I look reckless?"

"No, but the commander looks at that yellow-haired guy and seems to want to beat him up!"

"Well, I'll bear with it then."

After the conversation, everyone watched from afar. Mirokuji Yuya said sarcastically, "It's really ridiculous to be driven around by the monsters you created."

"Shut up, you idiot, do you want to be killed?"

Ba Tousiliao said angrily, his hand tightly grasping the purple-haired bad boy's arm, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Even though he still had a foul mouth, the fact that this villain he created argued with the terrifying Noshiro in order to get him to come earlier moved him so much that he couldn't help but make up his mind to protect this little devil.

"You're so long-winded. Is menopause coming early?"

"Shut up, bastard!"

Their noise could not alarm Wuming. There was a crystal block hanging above his head, and there was a circle of metal of different colors on the ground surrounding him in the center.