Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

As a pseudo-primitive who inherited the "Pico template", Linga's body structure is different from that of modern people.

Although as a living being, he has a "physiological limit", his strength has long reached this standard, so there is no such thing as modern humans having 70% of their potential unused.

His growth in strength is a breakthrough in his physical limits.

Or in other words - evolution!

Because of this amazing endurance that is enough to promote the transformation of life, Linga can stimulate its wildness and overload like a monster heading towards destruction.

Of course, for him this overload is benign.

To put it another way, it is 'pseudo-evolution'.

It is just like when humans break their limits while exercising their muscles, but their condition will decline the next day, so they must exercise for a long time to normalize the original limits.

Such overload is exercise, not overdraft.

Although Linga's "ghost" is overloaded, it does not overdraw its life. Instead, it forcibly stimulates its power to reach an evolved state. Since it is an abnormal mimicry, it will return to the starting point after it is released.

There is no doubt that if the "Ghost" is used frequently and for a long time, it will be the best training, which can help oneself reach higher limits and accelerate the pace of life evolution.

Therefore.

Linga used his strongest power to bury Howard deep in the earth.

There is no need for a coffin, just fill the ground with soil.

Death in battle and funeral ceremonies were held simultaneously.

What a blessing this is for the soldiers.

"'Overlord'..."

From Edward's words, Linga heard a word that made him very concerned. He turned back thoughtfully and forgot about the headless corpse in the eye pit.

"The last guy with the name 'Bawang' also helped me a lot, allowing me to quickly integrate into that era. Now, the 'power' you give me also allows me to move towards a more distant future."

"Thank you Howard, sleep well."

The mourning is over.

Linga grabbed the unconscious George and left.

He paid no attention to Edward's intention.

To say that he looks down on people is an understatement.

But Edward didn't care. He stared at Linga's back, his thoughts turning around, and suddenly his eyes fixed.

Perhaps it was the shadow and the muscles pulled by walking, coupled with some psychological factors, he seemed to see a hideous face flash behind Linga.

“An illusion… huh?”

(I saw some comments about Oniback and Liberation in this chapter, so let me explain - 『Ghost』 and 『Oniback』 are not in a superior-subordinate relationship, and they are not abilities from the same work, but if they are put together, they will affect each other and some chemical reactions are certain_(:з」∠)_)

The primitive man opened his eyes: 40. I don’t allow anyone in this world to be freer than me.

May 9th.

United Airlines' stock suffered a historic plunge.

The reason is:

Not the financial crisis.

It's not about personnel changes.

It's not about policy restrictions.

The two of them boarded a large United Airlines plane bound for Washington.

After all, one is the supreme leader of the country, and the other is an "alien" who kidnapped the supreme leader and is known as the strongest terrorist in history and came from the dinosaur era.

In just a few days, someone's image in the eyes of the world's people has changed again.

There was once a basketball superstar who was also called an 'alien', but that was just the result of being too outstanding. However, someone is different. Not only does he have superior 'performance', he also dares to invade a country and kidnap the supreme leader. Many people have called on countries to form a human alliance to jointly annihilate the 'vanguard' of alien civilizations remaining in the Cretaceous period.

As the situation was escalating, Linga added fuel to the fire and took the depressed George on a passenger plane to the capital.

San Francisco International Airport even completely paralyzed its functions and was temporarily closed and no longer in operation.

It's more like a hijacking than a ride.

Because Linga neither bought a ticket nor planned to be a passenger.

Blatantly ignoring all objections, he forced the captain to change the flight route and make an emergency landing on the oval lawn in front of the White House.

The captain refused at first.

Although the oval lawn is spacious, its length is limited, no longer than one kilometer, which is far from enough for the runway length required for large passenger aircraft.

But, it succeeded.

With the utmost assistance from local departments, the plane was managed to stop.

"See? This is the power of the collective. Isn't it amazing?"

Linga patted the captain's shoulder, broke the windshield, carried George out, and stood on the nose of the plane, as if standing on the top of a mountain, happily gazing at the White House not far away.

"——That's why it's worth hunting for me."

Cordons were set up around the lawn, and a large number of armed personnel could be clearly seen, as well as familiar old opponents such as war vehicles, tanks, and helicopters.

The equipment is so sophisticated and the security is so strict that it is outrageous. Even King Kong and Transformers can fight against them.

The scene was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and a war could break out at any time.

Passionate, lively and enthusiastic.

Cold-blooded, cruel, and indifferent.

The contradiction has reached its extreme, and the intention has reached its extreme.

Such a "welcome ceremony" made Linga take a deep breath.

"George, do you smell it?"

"Uh...what do you smell?"

“The fragrance of freedom.”

"..."

Linga's contented look was in stark contrast to George, who was not only listless but also dejected, not only dejected but also desperate.

Although I don't want to die, I wish I could die right away.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire United States and even the whole world, the president of a country was being held in the hands of others like a trophy.

This feeling has transcended shame, and since it has transcended shame, there is no need to feel ashamed.

George suddenly realized.

Yes, who among these people here can do better than me?

Thinking of this, I felt a lot more at ease.

No longer depressed, but replaced by doubt.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to take him back to the White House.

Is it to show off?

Or is it to eliminate more senior officials in one go?

Or is it because he treats the country as a giant beast and wants to strike at its vital points, so he destroys the capital?

"Let's go."

Just as George was guessing wildly, Linga suddenly said something and then walked into the White House on his own.

Wherever he walked, the crowds retreated.

Those weapons of war made of steel alloys have become nothing more than decorations.

This exaggerated scene caught everyone off guard.

Why didn't you shoot?

Even if the president is a hostage, we can't allow the other party to be so arrogant, right?

Only a very few people see through the tricks behind this.

It’s not that they don’t dare to attack, but... they don’t want to attack.

Just as George was confused about Linga's intentions, other senior officials with the power to give orders were also thinking the same thing. The unknown caused confusion, confusion caused hesitation, hesitation... and so inaction.

Especially after entering the White House, Linga asked George to be his tour guide to take him around the White House. This behavior, which seemed a bit abnormal compared to the previous ones, increased his doubts and made him even more afraid to act rashly.

Until Linga entered the President's office.

He sat on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table, holding his head with both hands, and said, "Aren't you going to serve the guests a cup of coffee?"

There was soon movement outside the door, probably because they were going to prepare.

George sat in his office chair with a complicated expression. He knew that whether he lived or died, he would soon leave here forever, and this was all caused by the extremely tall man in front of him.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

"What's wrong? Do you want to find a reason to comfort yourself for your failure? If so, there's no need. Even God will forgive you if you lose to me."

Hearing Linga say this, George gave up asking further questions and instead asked a question that many people, including those who were eavesdropping in the dark, were extremely concerned about: "So, what is your purpose in coming to America?"

"Although you kidnapped me and caused an irreversible blow to the Seventh Fleet, I am ashamed to say that I don't feel overly strong hostility from you, even though I think I am good at guessing people's hearts."

"Then you must be feeling it wrong. I have no hostility towards this country at all."

Linga said unexpectedly.

"what?"

"How could there be hostility? If I must say, it's only 'love'. Because of 'love', I will not allow anyone in this world to be freer than me."

"But I love these 'fellow countrymen' from the bottom of my heart. They are of immeasurable value, so I must block their way and not let them surpass me."

"If any of them surpass me, then... I will have to kill this person."

In response to George's confusion, Linga grinned.

The smile that showed his canine teeth and gums could not be called friendly in any way, but his eyes were so gentle and full of infinite tolerance, like a father treating his son.

“W-why…?!”

George broke out in a cold sweat because he realized that the land under his feet, because of its past and present actions, would most likely be considered by the other side as... a target that must be eliminated!

"Why can't we live in peace and work together to create a better world?!"

"It's because of your thoughts."

Linga had an expression as if he saw through everything.

“The price of freedom is that people will hate you because it is out of control and poses unpredictable risks to others.”

“So, the freest person is also the strongest person, possessing the vitality to survive tenaciously even when being hated by others.”

"So we can draw a conclusion: when you gain absolute freedom, you, as an individual life, have reached perfection! This is the ultimate mystery of life. Everything else is impure!"

At this time, the office door opened.

The black-clad bodyguards came in pushing a food cart.

The dining car was neat and clean, with only a cup of steaming coffee on it, covered with white cloth.

The bodyguard tried his best to suppress his panic, put the coffee on the table, bowed respectfully to Linga, kept this posture and retreated to the door, gently closing it.

Linga glanced at the coffee on the table, picked it up and smelled it, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't care. He put his index finger in and stirred it, like he was using it as a coffee spoon. He let out bursts of snickering as he stirred:

"not to mention--"

"Peace? Cooperation? Beauty? More means chaos, it means impurity. In this impure world where people are as numerous as ants and people die miserably every moment, we are talking about the purity that everyone yearns for but can never achieve... In my opinion, people who have such thoughts are the most terrifying."

"What if someone with this idea, or some other dangerous idea, is freer and more powerful than me? Then I will have to take a huge risk and I will be doomed to lose my freedom."

"George, you asked me what my purpose in coming to America was? The answer is exactly this. I want to see if you, as a country known as the 'free country' of this era, have the power to make me lose my freedom."