I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In the virtual world, Chen Feng stood in the playground surrounded by mountains with his hands behind his back, looking around.

The huge playground can't be seen to the edge at a glance.

In the distance, there are mountains and green trees, and one tall building after another rises into the night.

A tall bell tower stands in the distance on the left, and another monument stands on the right.

Behind Chen Feng are towering snow-capped mountains, and white clouds like white clouds are slowly floating around the mountainside.

The scene in front of Chen Feng was both real and illusory.

The reality is that with the computing power of today's stars, virtual reality has completely reached the point where it is fake and real. Even the scent of grass on your breath is exactly the same as reality.

Illusion in the Stars combines the appearance of the Snow Mountain Base in the multiple timelines of Chen Feng's memory.

Bell tower, monument, fully simulated runway, soaring accommodation building, large-scale engineering development building...

These things appear in the Snowy Mountain Base in different timelines.

"Fanxing, did you do this on purpose?"

Chen Feng said to this void.

The voices of the stars rang in his mind, but instead of answering his words, they asked him instead, "Do you know what the actual success rate of Pound's theory is?"

"How many?"

"2.37%."

Chen Feng: "..."

After a moment, he sighed, "What a pity."

"Are you sorry it's not you?"

"Yes, if it were me, this 2.37% would actually be 100%."

"But even if you are at the scene, you will not be allowed to go. This experiment does not consider the return route. You have to live."

Chen Feng nodded slightly, "Yes. So this is why you chose the meeting place between Pound and I in the Snowy Mountain Base where multiple timelines merge?"

"Yes, this is the place where you have the most interaction with this warrior. He is about to get his sage code and will know some things. Let him return to his place of origin before setting off, perhaps allowing him to reach his full potential. , which can roughly turn the value of 2.37% into 4.74%."

Chen Feng nodded slightly, but then recalled the scene when Pound ran laps with him for the first time because he spoke for him and was picked on by Brother Tiger.

Since then, this seemingly dull guy has actually been chasing behind him.

After an instant, Pound's figure emerged.

He has gray hair, but his body is more muscular and his face is still resolute.

Pound scratched his head slightly awkwardly and smiled naively, "First... hello, sage."

Chen Feng: "Call me Brother Feng."

"Okay Brother Feng."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yeah."

"I'm going."

"I know."

"Brother Feng, I'm not afraid of death. You said before that everyone will die. What matters is whether the death is meaningful."

Chen Feng: "This famous saying belongs to someone else."

Pang De grinned, "Brother Feng, do you have anything special to tell me?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, "No. I have already taught you everything I can teach you. I just want to emphasize one point to you, you must be able to do it. That's what I said."

"Well, I'll go then."

"Go ahead."

Three minutes later, a pair of enlarged and thickened Star Shadow Armor was standing quietly in the launch bay of a special fast transport ship.

Of course, this transport ship has also been specially modified. Its mission is to send Pound to a location no more than 50 million kilometers away from the front of the prism array.

Of course, the transport ship may be shot down while advancing, so 100 million kilometers is the lower limit.

In the universe not far from the space station, there are ten million small assault ships that look exactly like special transport ships waiting quietly.

These are bait and cover.

"Major General Pound, have you said goodbye to your family?"

There should only be technical personnel in the drop cabin, but there is an uninvited guest.

Pang De, who was in armor, slowly opened his eyes. He first looked down at a cyan vial in his palm, then curved the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Yes, take Mr. Wei Lun."

Naweilun came closer and lowered his voice: "The Academy of Sage asked me to apologize to you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the password of the Sage until now."

Pound shook his head, "There is nothing to apologize for. I am already luckier than many people. At least Mr. Wei Lun, you haven't got your password yet."

Naweilun nodded, "Yes, I quite envy you."

After a few more seconds of silence, the politician Naweilun suddenly raised his head and looked as if he wanted to see Pound's eyes through the armor's shield.

"Major General Pound. In the past, you were the sage's recruit comrade. You fought alongside him eight times. Pound, you are the 'Qin and Han' in historical data. You were his closest comrade. You represent the sage's glory. This time, you are a direct disciple of the sage. You have accepted the teachings of the sage. You have shouldered the most important task in the century-old history of mankind’s war of resistance. You are being watched by hundreds of millions of people. So, if you can complete this task, It is impossible, the reputation of the sage will rise to the extreme, and the fighting spirit of the people in the entire Shadow Galaxy will reach its peak. So, I leave it all to you."

Pound was silent for a moment, his breathing gradually became heavier, and after a long time he nodded, "Mr. Wei Lun, I once mistakenly thought that politicians were useless, but now you have made me change my mind. You are a very powerful person. Thank you."

On the other side, Ou Qinglan, whose office was not far away, came in through an old-fashioned phone, "The final test is completed, let's go."

Naweilun turned around and left, waving his hand.

Five minutes later, a fleet of ten million and one large small assault ships broke out of the third line of defense and headed straight for the asteroid belt in the distance.

At this time, the huge ten-layer Dyson membrane had just been torn into pieces.

The "corpse" of Dyson membranes are scattered in fragments throughout the universe, looking both spectacular and miserable.

Thirty thousand compound-eyed warships are gradually compressing their formations under the protection of countless small combat units, step by step approaching the asteroid belt filled with heavy human troops.

The brief pause of artillery fire in the distance has long since intersected with each other again, and a large number of human ships, ground-based guns, missile launch towers, and disguised self-exploding meteorites lurking in the asteroid belt are fighting back frantically.

"I can definitely do it."

Pang De in the armor murmured softly.

His memories suddenly flowed.

Countless fragmented memories from childhood to adulthood are presented bit by bit.

He thought of his own upbringing.

During these countless years, although he had never met Chen Feng, Chen Feng influenced his life everywhere.

Therefore, when Pound accepted this fatal mission not long ago and obtained the sage's code, as a major general and a seasoned and experienced professional soldier, the impact he received was indescribable.

So there were so many stories about us in that scene just now?

It's incredible. It turns out that my relationship with the sages began long before I was born.

very nice.

What a shame too.

It's a pity that he didn't have more time to digest his state of mind.

Many people envy him.

Pang De knew what these people envied. They envied him for being strong enough to take on such a task.

But Pound also knew that he had more to envy.

The sage's code has accompanied many people throughout their lives, but many people do not know it until they die.

Because someone else's death came so suddenly, Xianzhe Academy had no time at all, and there was no need to give the password to others.

But Pound is different.

He was born in ignorance and grew up in ignorance. Unknowingly, he was over a hundred years old, but he was able to become an informed guide in the last stage of his life.

How lucky is this?

So, I can definitely do it, right?

It must be possible!

Pang De slowly closed his eyes. Ever since he became Chen Feng's student, the intoxicating feeling of rapid progress was gradually boiling in his heart.

He began to re-summarize and reflect on every detail of his operations.

He recognized some of the detailed mistakes that Chen Feng and Ding Hu had helped him find before, but he still felt that he didn't quite understand where the layer of yarn was.

He knew it was wrong, but he didn't know what was right.

He wanted to improve but had nowhere to start.

He is already stronger than 99.9999% of people in the world, but he always pursues being stronger.

Now, all confusion quickly disappeared in this moment.

After some hazy things in his mind collapsed, he became more clear than ever.

Many years ago, Chen Feng had sincerely envied Pound's silly talent.

Chen Feng can always become the strongest recruit in the Snow Mountain Base, firstly because of his talent, and secondly because he has been a recruit several times more than others.

But Pang De always chased after him.

There is no chance for this man to die and come back again.

He still relies on talent, unparalleled talent.

In a sense, as a warrior, Pang De is more focused than Chen Feng.

The four words "must succeed" became his only will at this moment.

In a fierce battle, the special transport ship successfully sent Pound to a position 57 million kilometers in front of the prism, but was hit and exploded.

Chen Feng stood on the bridge with his hands behind his back.

At this time, Morrowind 2 is performing a jump forward in the distant subspace medium layer.

His forty-two light-year march still has a long way to go.

The star map in front of him converged into the narrow area of ​​the asteroid belt in front of the shadow galaxy.

When he saw Pound's transport ship being hit, his fists clenched slightly.

Suddenly, his lips curled up.

In the fireworks, a lightning-like figure broke through the package of flames and rushed out.

This figure was initially in the form of a fighter jet. It accelerated extremely quickly and began to advance along a winding curve. While avoiding the dark energy mist, it continued to fire the electron injection gun to detonate the self-destructing flies that were ambushed along the way.

This figure is getting faster and faster, changing direction more and more violently.

The blade beetle who was in charge of guarding noticed this uninvited guest and forcefully broke through the space to jump over.

But at this time, the shadow had deformed and turned into a human form.

In theory, humanoid armor is not the most perfect mode of rapid mobility.

However, one must take into account Pound's training environment as a special soldier, and his own adaptability on the battlefield must be taken into consideration.

Choosing the armor form he is most familiar with can prevent mistakes to the greatest extent and increase the success rate.

Pound inside opened his mouth and drank the bottle of cyan potion.

His life begins to count down.

60, 59, 58…

In order to prevent the terrifying acceleration brought by the anti-matter engine from instantly killing the operator inside, the Institute of Biology absorbed the biological characteristics of the rock life that Chen Feng had seen long ago and developed a petrifying agent.

In a sense, this potion is also a physical toxin.

When a carbon-based life takes a petrifying agent, its body will irreversibly enter a petrified state and be gradually petrified.

During this process, the thinking speed of carbon-based life will gradually slow down, and the organic matter in the body will also be petrified, and finally turn into a real stone after 260 seconds.

It also represents the complete death of a person.

Bang!

With the help of the anti-matter engine, Bond's Star Shadow Armor suddenly accelerated, avoiding the long-range attack of the Blade Beetle that jumped over his head and bombarded him from above.

Star Shadow Armor is getting faster and faster, gradually approaching the speed of light.

He started to change direction!

go ahead!

Change direction!

Change direction again!

go ahead!

After an instant, Pang De transformed into a zigzag stream of light and began to advance forward under the cover of dense blade beetles, eight-legged beetles, frozen space coverage, self-banaling bugs and prism gunfire!

The distance is getting closer.

Fifty million kilometers!

Forty million!

thirty million!

Twenty-three million!

…

Even Chen Feng, who was at the peak of human combat power, was shocked by this scene.

He smelled his own scent on Pound's body.

This is the tenth level of combat intuition!

In the last battle of his life, Pang De became the first among all his students to fully reach the tenth level of combat intuition!

Forty-eight seconds passed, and Pound's Star Shadow Armor had reached 10,000 kilometers in front of the prism ship!

He was six seconds ahead of schedule!

It only takes 0.0333 seconds for him to appear right in front of the prism ship, which is opening its mouth to charge the star-breaking cannon!