Descent of Demon god

A space full of tons of devices.

There was a huge computer body that wasn't powered on.

As the red and blue LED lights on the body's computer came on, the monitors that were attached were also turned on.

Glug glug!

The monitor was filled with white text.

Then a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat approached the monitor and opened her mouth with an impression.

“Huh?"

You hear a voice from the speaker when you ask A.

Dr. Hae. Data migration is over.

The middle-aged woman called Dr. Hae asked as if she couldn't understand.

“What? Did you move it all the way over here? ”

If we say transfer of data, we moved it from the original body.

I had no choice.

“Is there a problem? ”

The base was ambushed.

“The base? Isn't that where the chow slaves and B are? ”

This is the stronghold guarded by the strongest unmanned and most capable.

She was confident that anyone who stepped foot in there would face a terrible death.

But the result was the exact opposite.

We've both been hit.

“Yes? Well, wouldn't you say? What do you mean," Chow's a slave "? ”

The drinking star moves.

“...... Oh my God. ”

I couldn't tell if Dr. Hae was shocked.

I couldn't believe it, but it was real.

There's no time. Hurry up the project.

A's voice on the speaker makes her look embarrassed.

“The Phosphorus and God have not yet finished retrieving the data, and the tomb has just arrived and is extracting the data. ”

Causal God's data?

“Solar lag, extreme lag. ”

That's two of the five fights Supernatural was talking about.

“Yes, once God seems to be attempting to contact the data, he entered the Indian Ocean. This shouldn't take long. Would you like to wait? ”

A answered Dr. Hae's question with a speaker.

No, I'm going to start uploading forebrains now.

“He hasn't asked for it yet, but it's not going to be perfect. ”

Time is running out.

The same was true for AI A, who felt that time was running out.

The unknown variable, Thousand Years, has even deviated from the prediction made through numerous operations.

Given the numerous variables, completing the project quickly was the only way to reverse the situation.

Weeing!

The camera inside the base is moving and focusing somewhere.

There were many glass tubes, and among them were glass tubes that were completely different in structure.

There was an unidentified presence inside the glass covering the body with golden wings, curled up with tens of thousands of lines embedded in the body.

Whew!

The head of such an unidentified existence was worn with a distinctive shape of a helmet.

A monitor in the glass tube was used to type white text.

[Begin uploading forebrainization.]

* * *

Bloop!

The space bends and someone shows up.

He was the red line.

“Ugh…"

The red line that appeared in front of the millennium sighs violently.

His condition, full of tortured wounds, does not look good.

And yet, why are we doing so much?

“You found it?”

The red line shakes its head at the thousand times.

“I didn't see it. None of the dead seem to be twelve. ”

The people who were looking for the Red Line were the subordinates of the superhuman mind.

They are bred by the supernatural. They say they have excellent anti-ball skills.

In an urgent situation, she asked with an uncomfortable voice because nothing had happened.

“I thought we could move around separately. Why did I tell you to wait? ”

“I told you before. The duvet knows where the project is going. ”

She shakes her head.

“I thought you said there was no one alive in the base. ”

It's a thousand times I've talked about it.

However, the Red Line asked him to wait.

The idea of a thousand years was a waste of time.

“Red Line. What's the big deal about that project? ”

A red line that has been in a commotion since he woke up, saying he must stop it.

At first, I thought it was because I was disoriented by the effects of drugs or torture, but the red line's awareness was extreme.

In a question filled with such doubts, the red line replied with a serious face.

“They're working on a dangerous project. ”

“I mean, what's the dangerous project? ”

“....... trying to create something transcendent. ”

“Transcendent? ”

“They call it the new project. ”

God project.

The woman who heard this frowned.

It was because I had heard that the purpose of the MS group was to make God.

“Are you talking about the silly sound of making a god? ”

“Huh. You knew that. ”

It was a red line that she didn't think she would know about.

Knowing this, the red line looked at her with strange eyes.

‘Is it also fate? ’

“Why are you looking at me like that? ”

“It's nothing. ”

“Not what? Be clear.”

He said, exhaling a strong sense of pressure.

I was hiding something openly, but I couldn't let it go.

I opened my mouth as if the red line was inevitable because of the overwhelming attitude.

“Phew. This is also heavenly. How can the old man reveal everything….”

Boom!

The lightning strikes the neck of the red line.

He didn't care whether his injury was severe or not.

“Let's just say that if you think I'm some sort of scholar, I'm pretty much wrong. ”

“Hehe!”

It is a thousand women who think and act according to their will.

Thought he was excited, the red line turned the place wide open.

Whoo-hoo!

However,

Aniet?

The space is not distorted.

The room was firmly secured.

“You think you can get away with this? ”

‘Hurrah.'

The red line lost its words for a moment.

Just a little while ago, my understanding of the space was a little less than myself.

But in that short period of time, he became even stronger.

‘What a ridiculous pace of development. ’

Now it seems like it's too late to escape from the hands of a thousand women.

“Tell me.”

It seemed like it would be hard to hide more if this happened.

“I see. Then why don't you find Ei's whereabouts first?" I'll tell you what the old man knows after I find them. ”

“........ ”

The red line gives you an impression and gives you a nod.

I wondered what he knew, but for now, it was more important to find out where the AI had transferred the data.

“How are we supposed to find their whereabouts when the Twelve aren't here? ”

I asked him, placing my hands around the neck of a thousand women.

The question was answered with a smile on the red line.

“No, it's a good thing. Only if they're alive can we track them. ”

“...... Did you put a tracker on them? ”

“That's not true. ”

I asked with a slightly cooler voice.

“Then what do we do? ”

“The old man put his hand on one of their long-time contributions. ”

“What's that? ”

“You'll know the answer when you get to the palace. ”

“At sea?”

A thousand-year-old eyebrow raised.

It was where he fell for the first time on the axis of time.

“If the old man's prediction is correct, they are wandering around looking for his work. The old man's got his hands on what they're looking for. Haha.”

“So where do we go? ”

If you go to space, you will arrive shortly.

“The last time the old man checked his whereabouts, he was working as the head of the National Guard's task force at Seaside, so you should be there. ”

“....... Xiyang Public Security Bureau? ”

Thousand Yeon asked me because she thought something was wrong with it.

“I heard you were the leader of the Homicide team. Are they looking for people, not things?" ”

“Yes.”

“What was the name of the head of the MCU? ”

“You're a Muslim, so you know your family well. Now it's called a kite company, but it was once known as a utility taxpayer. Maybe her name is...”

“What's your name?”

I was surprised by the red line and asked.

“No. How do you know that? ”

I thought, but when I got it right, it was ridiculous.

Who knew that this way, fate would be connected.

“Ha! Are you the one who sealed the vein itself so that the sun artery of the hairdresser wouldn't burst? ”

The eyes of the red line widened.

I didn't know that knowing people was the second and thousand-month-old woman even knew the secret that was hidden in the body of a hairdresser.

“What should I do? ”

When he first met his hairdressing name, he had a body that could not do public service, even though he was from a hairdressing tax.

The secret was that blood vessels were closed by someone, and the person who did it was the red line.

“Why are you blocking the vein? ”

Surprise was brief, said the red line.

“You know that, right? Those who suffer from solar arteries can hardly survive 20 years. It was a great opportunity to save her life and find out where they were. ”

I had no choice but to take the Red Line.

I don't know what action the MS group took, but it was too dangerous for the solar or spherical arteries.

It was because he might lose his life.

“But since we removed the tracking chip that was in his body and the old man used it, they're probably wandering around trying to break the vein constraints... Wait a minute. What's that look on your face? ”

When asked about the embarrassing red line, she grabbed him by the wrist.

“I'd better hurry. ”

Unfortunately, I don't know about the tracking chip, but Thousand Lucks has restored his veins to normal.

It was a hairdressing that changed from a solar artery into a perfect solar system.

* * *

Xingyang City.

The headquarters of the Yeon Company.

This place is currently trembling in all directions inside Fivirin.

There were so many bodies lying miserably all over the site, and there were so many masks covering their faces that surrounded the main building.

27th floor of the dungeon with the chairman's office.

The place was engulfed in hot flames, burning vigorously.

“Ha… ha…”

Someone stumbles out of the fire, bleeding from his mouth.

He was the name of the hairdresser.

Even though I was not in good shape, the hairdresser took a ride.

Glug glug!

The sword of the hairdresser burned with flame.

There was a man who was wearing his tongue looking at it.

“Tsk, tsk, you said your sparks wouldn't even give me a whip. Stop rebelling."

I was a middle-aged man in sunglasses with red sports hair.

He wore a flame-retarded coat, but his clothes were fine.

“Hah… nonsense. It's not over yet! ”

Pot!

The hairdresser spread a flaming sword at him.

“You're still alive. ”

The man with the red sports head dodges it lightly, and grabs the flaming sword lightly.

Even though I held the flame with my bare hands, my hands didn't burn at all.

Farr!

Even the inner circle couldn't pull out the sword.

The man in the sports head raised his mouth tail and said:

“I just don't like your imagination. My flame is much stronger than yours. ”

Glug-ug-ug!

A spark rose from the man's hand in the head of sport.

Even though I used the same firearm, the heat was so strong, the hairdressing name was hot.

Chewie!

“Shhhhh!”

The man died of a painful hairdressing name.

“Let's just hang in there. Baby.”

While talking like that, the man in the sporting head lifted his firearm even more.

I felt joyful when the hairdressing name was painful.

You hear someone's voice behind you.

“I advise you to put your hands on your knees right now. ”

‘!? ’

The eyes of the man in the sports head shook.

What is it?

Until just now, there was no one here but themselves and their names.

I don't even feel any movement behind me now.

However, the hairdresser who was suffering muttered with a face that came back to life after dying.

“Lord.”

“Lord?”

The man in the sports head swallowed a saliva.

It was very likely that he was superior to himself that he could not feel it.

If so, there was only one way to defeat this situation while being caught.

'Let's make this one a shield.'

The man in the sports head tried to grab the neck of the hairdresser urgently.

Then someone grabbed his arm.

Tighter!

"Huh?"

The man in the sports head was baffled by the heavy feeling as if his hands were tied.

I didn't know if I could stop here.

The man in the sports head lifted his firearm and threw a back kick toward the direction where his hands could see.

Glug glug!

However, he grabbed the kick lightly.

Oh, my God. My firearm that can melt even steel? '

I was embarrassed.

Even the sun chain recruitment name couldn't withstand his firearm.

However, the opposing Pokémon behind you seems to be fine, rather than getting hot.

"You ignore the warning."

A cold voice.

The man with the sports head slowly turned his head in fear.

A man in a black suit with a white face looks at him with overwhelming eyes.

“No, drink? ”

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