My little country

Morrigan, the goddess of war, disappeared.

The sky of Britain was restored to a clear day.

Everyone in Wudu couldn't help but follow Celtic supernaturally while praising my king.

All tears are streaming down.

Excited, more scared.

Xiao Yu still didn't know what the outside world said about it, but judging from the information he knew, this big move made by the Kingdom Heart of the Wonderful World of the World.

Obviously enough to deter those Xiaoxiao.

Even the veteran forces, seeing that this manpower is difficult, has already changed the pit of the geomorphic environment, should they know how to converge.

And the idea of ​​a major change that hasn't been seen in a thousand years, with the appearance of the goddess of war Morrigan and its influence, can't help others not believe it.

Xiao Yu turned his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space, scanning the distant British land.

The Celtic king he had transformed showed a slightly sad expression. After shook his head, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the Queen Alice who was still holding the sword-wielding posture, and a white light wrapped them.

Immediately, the Celtic King and the Alice Princess disappeared into the sight of the observation device.

They left the remains of their battle with the goddess of war Morrigan, waiting for scientific research teams from the world's major forces to come and study.

The extraordinary Celtic bald man, after leading the operation of praising our king, he smiled, jumped away continuously, and then jumped into the sea under the onlookers of the French fleet's sailors, and then quickly It is separated from the detection of the scanning instrument on the ship.

"what?"

"The Celtic transcendents... just left?"

In the British Underground Security Office.

The British Prime Minister who had just been relieved to learn that the goddess of war Morrigan had disappeared, after hearing the news, could not help showing disappointment.

"Hey, Celtic transcendents, are you still unwilling to contact us Britons?"

"This... maybe their policy is not to contact mortals." An official from a historian kindly persuaded: "After all, we don't know all about it, even the major forces in the Black Forest have never contacted. Is Celtic an extraordinary record?"

"Normans or others, obviously Celtic transcendents are treated equally."

"In addition, our group of separatists who claim to be Celtic descendants are more flustered now?"

"That's true." The British Prime Minister nodded when he heard the words, showing a smile: "Those guys are dumbfounded now?"

"Hmm, don't think I don't know that they have rebuilt the church in the past few months, and they have produced a lot of ancestor worship, druid wooden houses and other projects."

"The results of it?"

"The Celtics are superb here, and they're gone again, without contact with them at all!"

"Those politicians should also see the general situation. They dare not fight us and drag their feet." Said this, the British Prime Minister thought of the disappearance of the crystal mine under the land, but there is a semi-finished military base.

He couldn't help feeling distressed for a while, but comforted himself for a while.

"At any rate, because of the nuclear explosion, we retreated ahead of time, the personnel were saved, and the key data was uploaded without loss."

"By the way, I remember there used to be a small town near here. There were no casualties, right?"

In the British Prime Minister's mind, although the battle between the goddess of war Morrigan and the Celtic King was extremely powerful, fortunately, in order to avoid the nuclear explosion, the official arranged an evacuation in advance, and casualties should be minimized.

But I didn't want to. After a minister in charge of this matter wiped his forehead with cold sweat, he said:

"Prime Minister."

"Military personnel are basically evacuated, and only a very small number of indirect injuries from nuclear explosions require hospitalization."

"But... the civilian side."

"According to the post-event inventory, we found that at least 125 people were missing."

"They probably... haven't had time to evacuate from that area of ​​destruction."

"..."

An official next to the Prime Minister was slightly startled, and thought of a troublesome question: "Then what are we going to do?"

"Declare whether they are missing...or dead?"

"If it is normal, in order to avoid trouble and to protect the interests of the insurance company consortium, of course we will declare that these people who cannot find their bodies are missing."

"It's just that almost everyone now doesn't think they can live under the terrorist attack that destroyed the earth."

"I think we should declare that their death is extremely likely, and all compensation and comfort matters should be dealt with according to death standards."

After hearing the words and thinking for a while, the British Prime Minister nodded in agreement.

Announcing the deaths of these people will undoubtedly give the government and interest groups some blood.

But in such a crisis, comforting people is undoubtedly the most important thing.

Think about it, as long as you are not short-sighted, you should understand your choice.

After the decision was made, the British Prime Minister led the ministers out of the security office.

They will take a special plane to immediately return to the prime minister's residence in Wudu, where they will deal with the mess left by the war goddess Morrigan and the Celtic extraordinary battle.

A few hours later.

Around the Great Abyss, journalists and scientific research teams from all over the world are covered.

Everyone who sees such a tiankeng with no end in sight for the first time will feel the illusion of a tingling scalp and chills in the spine.

In particular, they understand that this is made by Extraordinary Weili, and they have made up extraordinarily powerful brains to several levels beyond the big killer.

It has replaced the position of Ivan the strongest killer in many people's minds.

And in the foggy metropolitan area.

It is a gathering of medical teams and professional volunteers from all over the world.

Attention, the word professional!

Even if you are a volunteer, you have to receive professional training!

And, just in case, every 100 meters, there are armored vehicles and a team of well-armed elite soldiers to protect safety.

On the one hand, it is to prevent the fish from slipping through the monsters summoned by the goddess of war Morrigan.

On the other hand, it is also to prevent people from fishing in troubled waters and taking advantage of the fire.

However, the citizens of the Fog Capital of Britain have a glorious tradition in this respect.

As long as there is an opportunity for fighting, smashing, looting, British primary school students will seize this opportunity to participate.

The British officials who understand the pissiness of their citizens are all foreign mercenaries from Citigroup and France.

Only these soldiers can make the British citizens, regardless of age, realize the danger.

At the same time, the inventory work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

A minister in charge of scientific research noticed a message.

It was the news that the scientific research institute on metal nitrogen was wiped out in this disaster.

"The research institute is in the scope of a nuclear explosion, so it is suspected that the communication was lost due to the nuclear explosion, and was then affected by the confrontation between the goddess of war Morrigan and the Celtic King?"

"Professor Marov..."

"The Metal Nitrogen Research Team..."

After reading the report, the minister shook his head, picked up a pen and signed: It's a pity.

Then, he instructed the adjutant to remember to sort out the list of affected persons, and then hand it over to the aftercare department, and then begin to deal with other matters.

Obviously.

Professor Marov and his Metal Nitrogen team have not achieved results for decades.

Has long been marginalized in the upper class.

So even if it is completely wiped out.

I couldn't make the above feel so distressed.After seeing the report, he said softly: I see.

The British officials did not know.

Just when they are very busy.

They think Professor Marov is dead.

At this time, standing vigorously and vigorously in an underground secret room about the size of a football field, a triumphant fox pretended to be a tiger, training more than 100 researchers in front of him.

Especially a certain manager who had been stuck with his funds, was reprimanded by him but only dared to greet him with a smile, which made Professor Marov's rare mood happy for a long time.

After the more than one hundred researchers had been reprimanded by Professor Marov, they also figured out the reality they are facing now.

They are no longer in Britain.

Even... Maybe it's no longer in the real world.

According to Professor Marov, they were rescued from the hands of the goddess of war Morrigan by the great Transcendent Boy Anderson.

Then because the other party was short of manpower, they were taken to this secret realm in a different dimension.

It can be said that from now on, their lives and deaths will be in the hands of the Anderson boy.

And in the intimidation of Professor Marov, the young Anderson, as one of the heirs of the old superpower, is proficient in soul magic. If he is angry, he will be played with the soul even if he is dead, making him unable to die.

And about this.

The researchers noticed the faceless puppets around.

These soldiers with only eyes and noses are dressed in iron armor, holding bucklers and spears like guards.

Although it looks like a human being.

But just look at their lack of facial features and sluggish eyes to know that these guards are not human at all.

However, they can act and obey Professor Marov's orders.

That's weird.

None of the researchers jumped out to try to provoke the owner of this place with any consequences.

But this is reasonable, after all, those who can eat this bowl of rice do not have insufficient IQ.

They honestly listened to Professor Marov's explanation of the strict requirements that transcendence placed on them.

Has been silent.

Until...Professor Marov felt that the big stick had been publicized enough, and watched the researchers trembling all the time, and felt much more comfortable.

He began to mention the benefits Xiao Yu promised to give them these researchers:

"You guys, maybe many of you will think that I'm not kind, let you leave your relatives and friends, and restrict your personal freedom."

"But I promise you will be grateful to me soon!"

"Yes, yes, you will all be grateful to me!"

Professor Marov opened his hands and took off his glasses, showing his white teeth and said: "Do you see what I am now?"

"Is my face full of red light and a lot of energy?"

"Yes, this is the blessing of the transcendent. He gave me the magical potion that only transcendence can have, allowing me to regain my youth."

Upon hearing this, the researchers became a little commotion.

Those doing research have occupational diseases more or less, and many of them are very old.

They noticed that Professor Marov has indeed changed a lot.

It looks full of energy.

In addition, they have heard more or less of the extraordinary magic potion.

Many people can't help but believe most of it, but they are not very sure they can qualify.

Professor Marov enjoyed the envy and jealous eyes of the researchers, and continued: "Master Anderson hired me. I hope I can complete the research on metallic nitrogen and make it practical."

"Oh my God, this is too difficult."

"Although I saw the instruments of the scientific research institute piled up in the next corner, Professor Marov, you should know that with these instruments, we can only fail repeatedly."

A red-haired female professor stood up and looked at Professor Marov worriedly: "Aren't you worried about not completing the task?"

"Hahaha."

"Don't worry, Master Anderson will not force us to produce results. We are all in his eyes. As long as we are not lazy, even if we fail in the end, we will not be punished."

Speaking of this, Professor Marov began to draw a pie: "Master Anderson will hire us for a year."

"During this year, we can't contact the outside world and can only complete the research tasks he has assigned."

"However, we will not work in vain."

"Every researcher present will be paid at least 10 million British pounds in one year!"

"Bonus, in principle, will not be lower than your annual salary!"

"In addition, if we complete the research on metallic nitrogen, in addition to receiving a bonus equivalent to one year's salary, Master Anderson will distribute extraordinary potions so that everyone can be reborn!"

"Although I can't guarantee that you will be extraordinary, but at least you have more opportunities than ordinary people."

"No matter how bad it is, you can get a new life like me."

Professor Marov’s pie is obviously very tempting.

Don't look at scientific researchers fiddling with instruments worth hundreds of millions of dollars every day.

In fact, with the exception of the awesome people, the salary of most scientific researchers is also well-off.

Some of the research directions are wrong, and the professors who have been withdrawn by investment institutions but still have a good temper will even become impoverished and even burdened with debts.

The newcomers to the field of scientific research dogs are even more of a group of people frowning over the rent.

However, Professor Marov’s research institute has become marginalized, and there are also the most researchers as research dogs.

Ten million British pounds is a huge wealth that they can't make for a lifetime without eating or drinking.

Enough to make them move.

Not to mention there are extraordinary temptations.

just……

"Professor Marov, how can we trust you?"

The red-haired female professor was also very excited, but the conditions were so good that she couldn't help but worry.

"Because I promised it."

Suddenly, a teenager's voice came from the secret room.

But it was the Anderson boy who Xiao Yu transformed himself to appear as Professor Marov's town.

The boy Anderson, floating above the crowd, slowly flew in front of the crowd, and said with a smile:

"I believe you have all seen me."

"Me, Anderson!"

"Never lie!"