Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

It seems that this ability... can only be used to beat my son?

This thought came out of his life, and as far as his eyes could see, Horus, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly made a burst of crackling sound, and then stood up.

The golden light in its eyes converged, and it looked up at Kant with deep and calm eyes.

"Father, you have made me once again."

"...This is really compelling." Kant appeared in front of him, "Are you going to be the emperor of the universe?"

Transformers touched his head, and said bluntly: "Okay...it doesn't seem to be possible."

Kant said again: "Then show me a hand-rubbing nuclear bomb."

"...It doesn't seem to be possible either."

"Then expand into a GDI frontline operating base."

"There seems to be no such function..."

Kant was furious, a kind of feeling of being trapped when he worked so hard to earn money to enroll his child in a cram school but didn't succeed in studying. Are you **** studying quantum wave speed reading?

No wonder I just learned two skills to beat my son! It should be used at this time!

His eyes were like electricity, and he didn't smile: "First, tell me what has changed in you? My **** brain just was rushed to the point of shutdown, and the amount of information in that ball converted to cost is enough for the whole world. People who have seen it for 10,000 years - you said that you swallowed all this stuff, do you feel any different now?"

Transformers contemplate, recall, think.

Then he made an honest good boy.

"It feels like..." he said honestly, "hungry."

Kant raised his hand blankly.

"Wait a moment!"

Horus sensed the danger and said quickly: "That information! I have stored it all! It is pure knowledge! Storage and learning are two different things! But I will work hard!"

Kant looked at the inverse who was shouting "I will study hard and do my best in the exam next time".

He smiled sullenly.

The Transformers shouted: "Father! Father! The knowledge in that sphere is fused with the soul of that artifact, and I also know how to use my mental power! This allows me to manipulate those alchemy puppets!"

The space was reversed, and a thick street lamp was placed in front of Kant. The old father stretched out his hand and weighed it.

Horus shouted: "Father! I feel that my mind, soul and spiritual strength are much more dexterous, and the efficiency of processing ammunition and enchanting weapons should be greatly increased in the future!"

The meaningful gaze of the old father finally disappeared.

The street lamp returned to its original position, Kant looked at Horus who was close at hand, and smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Now it seems that the goal of the tool spirit at the beginning is Kant.

So it will fall in love with Komora, manipulating little Bob to constantly block Kant.

The previous confrontation at the airport, it pretended to negotiate with Kant, this is actually a trap, the content of the negotiation is meaningless, the real purpose is to sell the flaw.

It pretended to be Horus and led Kant to destroy the golden sphere.

The spiritual tentacles of the tool spirit are ready to go, and once the body makes contact, it can be manipulated immediately.

As Qiling said, the world is full of lies and deceit. It never believed, did not believe that Kant would make peace with him, and did not believe that Kant would keep his promise.

Coincidentally, so did Kant.

So why the artifact appeared at the Chinese embassy can also be explained clearly.

It wanted to kidnap Kant's father.

It's just that it never expected that the person responsible for guarding the embassy was a mechanical lifeform that could perceive Tacitus. When it discovers that the car itself is an intelligent life, another door opens.

It simply kidnapped Horus, because through the iron son's final communication with Kant, it realized that this was also a perfect hostage, enough for Kant to step into its trap.

It's just that the organs are exhausted, after all, it is meaningless.

But it is true that Horus blocked the gun for Kant's father.

Kant smiled and said, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, father," said Horus, "and thank you for not giving up on me, especially what you said to it, which I will never forget."

Kant said: "It's okay to forget."

Iron Son nodded and said, "Well, it's not something to be ashamed of, relatively speaking."

Kant heard a certain subtext: "...relative?"

Horus sternly said, "Father, is this the time to say this?"

Kant looked at his watch, nodded and said: "That's right, it's time to go back, we have consumed a lot of time, and there is not much time left for Goethe... Let's act, the war is not over yet."

"Understood, father, always prepared."

In a clanging sound, Iron Son changed back to a Hummer again, Kant stroked the hood, showing a wonderful look: "...I do have a feeling that you have become different, don't you?"

Horus answered honestly: "I just feel hungry and want to eat."

"What to eat?"

"I don't know... I just want to eat."

Kant looked around, weapons and ammunition, spears and cannons, filled with all kinds: "These?"

"No, not these..." The son became a picky eater, "These are a bit unpalatable."

"Okay, then let's go to the airport to receive our property and see if there is anything to eat there."

Kant activated his ability and returned to the earth. At this time, the morning sun has risen and the sky has become brighter, which startled Kant, but in retrospect, it took a certain amount of time to accept the inheritance of Tacitus.

The gigantic Centurion War Armor remained in place.

It was summoned by Kant to suppress the controlled Iron Son. When he took Horus to the White Mist World, he left the big guy in place. Now the huge giant stands silently, surrounded by a group of mercenaries. See that the uniforms are all under Bob's.

Heavy machine guns and portable anti-tank missile launchers were moved nearby, a few mercenaries held welding equipment around the Centurion's armor trying to cut it, and a few were still taking pictures.

Damn, don't these gangsters run away?

Kant flashed out of the spot, and several people who were approaching screamed in fright.

The mercenaries snapped the bolt and raised their guns at Kant.

Kant snapped his fingers, and time did not slow down. Sure enough, the previously awakened skills were limited to the use of the White Mist World, not so much a skill as a permission.

pity.

The centurion's war armor roared, and the frost jet on the left arm spit out a violent cold current, which instantly froze all the people in the nearest circle. Visible to the naked eye, the bodies of these mercenaries immediately froze, and the body emitted an alarming sound. A sour crackle.

Kant smashed one of the ice sculptures into pieces with a punch, stretched out his hand, and the war armor turned back into a huge copper ball, and slammed into the heavy weapon that was ready to fire with the momentum of the sky and the earth.

The phone vibrated, Kant connected, and the king was obviously relieved: "You finally answered the phone..."

Kant said: "There was a little accident, it's wrapping up, it's settled."

The king asked nervously, "What about that thing?"

Kant thought for a while and said, "Here it is."

Tacitus was extracted and decomposed by the power of the thief, the spirit was ashes, and the huge knowledge contained in the sphere was divided up by Kant, Horus and the white mist world, but how can this kind of thing be explained clearly? If it is claimed to be smashed, what about the shards?

Gringos must not believe it. They must think that Kant has stolen it. It is an artifact that can manipulate people's hearts. It will definitely be extremely feared by the governments of various countries, and they will speculate on themselves with the greatest malice.

Things are going to be troublesome.

Helpless, Kant can only think of a countermeasure.

Since Tastus was swallowed whole by the Iron Son... let's do another one.

He doesn't have this skill, but the other world has it. Alchemists, great artisans, and magic powers. All you need to do is hit a golden ball as it is, then carve some demagogic spiritual circles into it, and then create a self-destruction device. When the external force touches the inner core a little, it will start self-destruction, which is very good.

At that time, it would be better to destroy this thing publicly, or leave it to the five permanent members to jointly study and supervise it. In short, it left Kant's hands and was damaged, and it was none of his business.

After thinking about it, only this plan can solve the problem to the greatest extent and avoid trouble.

But this has to be done after winning the battle of Danfeng Lucerne, and then finding Goethe craftsmen and alchemists.

It doesn't matter if you lose.

Then, there is no need to tell this lie.

The king on the phone said, "What are you going to do with it?"

Kant said: "This kind of thing is very harmful. Even if it is held by the state, it will inevitably be exploited and cause endless troubles. I mean, destroy it, of course, destroy it in the presence of all countries. , As for who is eligible to participate, or if there are other plans, we can discuss it slowly."

The king said, "It's up to you to decide, and we'll discuss it after we come back."

The centurion rampaged, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, screaming and pleading.

Chakat II was startled: "What sound?"

Kant said lightly: "I don't know, I don't know French."

These people came to invade Komora, which can be interpreted as obeying orders and being controlled to fire on Kant. How can a group of mercenaries whose mission failed and their leader was killed have such a stable mentality and such courage? Obviously obeying a new order, or having an idea of ​​his own.

What else is there to say.

He put on glasses with life detection function, and joined the hunt himself, chasing and killing the remaining mercenaries hidden in the airport. In front of the spell, they had nothing to hide.

The king's phone called again: "Kant, the French ambassador protested to me, saying that these mercenaries have surrendered to the French government and surrendered to the Comora government. They are prisoners of war and non-threatening targets. They ask you to stop the attack immediately, Don't hurt French citizens..."

Kant sneered: "Do mercenaries who kill civilians apply to Geneva?"

"They'll say the killings are mind-controlled...you know, they have something to say," said the king. "I'm on your side, but the French won't, by the way, the Foreign Legion Comora. The task force was moving towards the western airport and they were ordered to pick up the French citizens."

Kant sneered: "Shit, what about surrender?"

"The task force commander, the Lieutenant Colonel Wray who pleaded with you last night, declared that the task force had laid down its weapons and surrendered to you, refused to take the order, and was dismissed on the spot, along with all the soldiers who followed him. Dealing with it, being judged as a deserter of disgrace... The others are cheeky, as if nothing happened, a bunch of shameless idiots."

The king sneered a few words, and then said: "But the problem is, you'd better not engage in fire with this army, after all, they are still the regular army of the United States of France and White Spain... I'm already organizing people, and they will arrive soon, I think The contingent ran to the Western Airport, not so much to pick up those mercenaries, but to quickly dispose of the things in the Western Airport, those military supplies."

Many of the materials that were transported to the western airport in advance were prepared for Bob's mercenaries and the upcoming French intervention army. This time the plan was messed up. The French didn't get anything, but they got embarrassed. They must stop the loss decisively, and in addition to cutting with the Bourro family, they must also erase some evidence and traces of their involvement in this matter.

This includes supplies at the airport.

Kant tutted: "I really don't want my face."

"It's long gone."

The king has long been surprised. As the head of a country, even in a small country like Komora, his vision and knowledge surpass that of ordinary people, especially the evil of human beings, the cruelty of the world, the so-called international order. Essentially...very disgusting.

He said: "The key question is you, what should you do about this?"

How to do?

Are these guys here to handle airport supplies?

What a joke, the surname is Kang here already!

The king suggested: "Do you want to come back now? Even if these materials are destroyed by the French, it doesn't matter, I still have a way to disgust them."

Kant smiled: "No, I'll wait for them here, and I've already taken over the Western Airport."

Because of their skill in speaking, the last three mercenaries who tried to escape by car were smashed by the chasing centurion with a hammer, and the airport occupied by little Bob's men was recaptured by force by Kant. , is now under his control.

And at the moment of saying "I took it down", Kant suddenly had a wonderful feeling in his heart, but this feeling only appeared for a moment, like an illusion, there was no way to ponder, and there was no time to figure it out.

He hung up the phone, retracted the centurion, went to an airport warehouse, and released Iron Son.

The airport has already been locked, and the monitoring system has also suffered a chain lightning. Horus is calmly deformed. In the vast space, boxes are neatly arranged.

Kant asked, "Want to eat?"

These guns, ammunition, and rockets are not fragrant.

Tie Son rubbed his stomach vividly, shook his head and said, "It's not these, it's not delicious..."

"...Then quickly move them to the White Mist World, leave 20%, bury the mines, wait for the French to deal with them, and send them away together."

Kant raised a box of machine gun shells: "You... Hey, what are you looking at?"

Iron Son raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, his gaze penetrated the thick concrete wall of the warehouse, and looked at the sky.

"Eat, eat..." Horus murmured, "there's good food there..."

"where?"

At the same time, the combat-ready soldiers of the Comora contingent drove towards the western airport in a motorized armored vehicle. The new commander sat on the roof and used a communicator as a morale booster. Anyone's fault, there is no right or wrong, there are only orders, and only Fabaixi's interests, when we joined the Foreign Legion, we made an oath to..."

Suddenly, he heard a bang from the front.

A visible fireball and plume of smoke rose into the air, in the direction of the airport.

"It's a laser-guided bomb! How..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a familiar sound from behind. The sound was so familiar that the soldiers all heard the sound. They stuck their heads out of the car and looked at the sky.

The commander had the best view, and he turned his head.

Then there was a look of disbelief.

He saw the steel wings rushing down from the clouds, constantly lowering their heights, and rushing towards the western airport not far away. The sky was full of explosions that broke the sound barrier.

In the telescope, the cluster bombs on the rack are clearly visible.

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PS1: 4,500 words, update 7,500 words today, okay, try a little more tomorrow.