"Long time no see, Michelle. Are you here to wag your tail and beg for pity?"
That cold voice asked, full of emotions. "I still remember your unsightly appearance in the Society four years ago, as if you could become a Great Grandmaster by crying endlessly."
On the bridge, there was a sudden dead silence.
No one said a word. When they walked past Michelle, they subconsciously lowered their voices and tiptoed to avoid the area around her.
This was because the terrifying coldness of the polar regions was spreading from this man. Even if he was expressionless, one could still feel the anger and ferocity that was suppressed in his heart.
The helmet that he was holding in his hand had already cracked.
He suddenly wanted to ask the man opposite him, "How did you manage to survive to such an extent of schizophrenia?"
Compared to the salted fish that was so negative just now, although he could finally understand human language after taking the medicine, he became even more annoying …
It made people want to stuff him into a cannon and shoot him to the bottom of the trench in one breath, or even to a place beyond Pluto in one breath. Perhaps it could be considered as a contribution to the present realm.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth.
"Mikhail, you are still as disgusting as before."
"But I used to like you very much. I remember that you were the one who brought me into the Academy, right?"
In the sound of the electric current, the grandmaster sneered indifferently, "You were the one who showed kindness without permission, and you were also the one who carried out resentment without permission. From the beginning to the end, you didn't understand that the outcome of the matter had nothing to do with what you did. You have always … overestimated yourself. "
Dead silence.
It was as if a string had been snapped.
Under the vicious evaluation from the grandmaster, Michelle's restraint and calmness were finally completely torn apart.
For a moment, the man's face turned ashen.
Immediately, it was calm again.
He just responded indifferently, "But Galina chose me in the end."
"…"
Silence came suddenly.
It was long, long, and long.
It was so long that people suspected that the other party had disconnected.
But Michelle's expression gradually became cheerful. He smiled, happy and mocking, overjoyed.
"Do you need me to repeat it?"
He said softly, "When you were still engrossed in writing papers on her wedding anniversary, which she had carefully prepared for months, Galina chose me."
In the long silence, he seemed to be bathed in a gentle melody. He spread his arms, twisted his body, and smiled at the man on the other end of the call.
"Mikhail, I won in the end, it was me!"
"…"
The silence continued, but at that moment, it was as if winter had truly descended.
A terrifying killing intent that could freeze one's marrow suddenly descended here.
Along with a formless electric signal, the killing intent extracted from countless calamities and miracles actually descended upon this place, condensing into a curse as if it had materialized, angrily ravaging every soul.
But Michelle looked as if she was bathing in the spring breeze. She tilted her head and lit the cigarette at the corner of her mouth.
He took a deep breath.
He let out a long sigh.
Basking in his victory, he finally raised his eyes. "I think we can start talking now."
"There's nothing to talk about."
The Grand Master finally spoke, the harsh sound of steel rubbing against each other became more and more inhuman. "Take your war dogs and your Ivy League and get out of my hell.
Michelle, if there is any camaraderie between us, then this is the only thing. "
"Hell is hell, but it's not yours."
Michelle retorted coldly. "Moreover, we were the first to complete the landmark exploration."
"Relying on a leak? Forget it. "The Grand Master sneered." You came to tell me this? "
"I just came to make sure if you still have reason."
Michelle emphasized. "The battle must be kept within the boundaries."
"Scared? If you're scared, then go back to your cradle. "The Grand Master asked disdainfully." Would the person who broke through the boundaries first be afraid of the escalation of the war? "
"The American genealogy doesn't mind, but what about the Ivory Tower?"
"The Ivory Tower doesn't care. If you have the guts, you can start an all-out war. Take out the New World Declaration. It doesn't matter. I can make the decision on behalf of the Ivory Tower. Right now, as long as you nod and say that this is what we mean, then the war between us can start. We can even fight to the death! "
"Do you think the Astronomy Society will be so indulgent towards you?"
Michelle crushed the cigarette in his hand with a gloomy expression. "Wake up, Mikhail. This is no longer the era of the Republic. When uncle and auntie are in charge, you have to learn to lower your head obediently. "
"I don't need a crying piece of trash to teach me reason. Wait until you become a Grand Master before you say this to me, Mr. Candidate! "
"Ha, the Grand Master is really amazing. How good would it have been if you had such courage when you signed the divorce agreement …"
"When the Stoneware Society announced the candidate for the Grand Master, why didn't you have the courage to accept it? Don't you know in your heart whether your lousy results are qualified to be evaluated? Do you think I'm the one who made things difficult? Hehe, I abstained from voting. The rest of the people voted against it. Losers, go back and cultivate for another 40 years! "
…
…
On the bridge of the Iron Crystal, the people in charge shrank to the back and tried their best not to get involved in this annual large-scale battle of alchemy. The purser and the chief engineer looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
It seemed that it was impossible to expect them to come to a conclusion.
In the dispute not far away, the communications director waved at the purser and asked him to come over. Then, he stuffed a microphone into the purser's hand.
"It's from the other side," said the communications director.
The old purser understood. He picked up the microphone and spoke in a flawless, authentic Roman accent. "This is the purser of the Iron Crystal, Simmons Jiang."
He was answered by an equally polite voice.
"This is the person in charge of the Ivy League troupe, Pan Delong." The old man on the other end said, "It seems that the people in charge of both sides are temporarily unable to fulfill their responsibilities."
The purser raised his eyes and looked at the Grand Master who was arguing in the air. He raised his eyebrows helplessly. "I'm afraid so."
"I think we need to talk."
"I think so too."
"Then …" After a short pause, Pan Delong suggested, "In order to avoid greater losses, I suggest that we keep the battle within the boundaries. What do you think?"
The purser nodded but was not in a hurry to agree. He only asked, "Very good idea, but what's the boundary?"
"The means to stop the war from escalating. Let's have a decisive battle with all the forces in Hell. What do you think? No matter what, both sides should not deliberately destroy the Village of Dusk, give preferential treatment to prisoners of war, and not abuse forbidden relics … These are all common rules. I don't think it's necessary to go into details. "
The purser was unmoved. He asked again, "What about the entry restrictions for both sides?"
Pan Delong was silent for a moment and spoke again. "The Grand Master and the Creator are not allowed to directly intervene. They are not allowed to use the relics of authority or the mark of miracles. As for the sublimators … they are limited to level five and below."
There was still a lot of room for discussion. The purser smiled. "Let's be straightforward. How about level four and below? Isn't this more convenient? We don't have to worry about causing too much damage, right? "
"Isn't this a little too advantageous for your side?" Pan Delong laughed. "I've personally experienced the means of the judges. Let's just forget about it?"
"Look at what you're saying."
Since the first stab didn't work, the purser stabbed again and asked, "Isn't your biological weapon very convenient?"
Pan Delong retorted without hesitation. "If technology is restricted, I'm afraid the No. 4 nano-sequence of the Ivory Tower doesn't conform to the rules, right?"
"I'm the one who has the advantage now. Isn't it natural that the terms are more powerful for us?" The purser calmly asked. "Who would play an absolutely fair game?"
"If the advantage is worth a sub-control center, I'm afraid your side won't be able to maintain the advantage for long." Pan Delong's words seemed to be implying something.
The purser calmly responded, "Since you have so much confidence, I'm afraid it's difficult for us to reach a consensus."
"But there's still plenty of time, isn't there?"
Pan Delong's tone became complicated. "Before the leaders above finish arguing, we have to come up with a framework."
The purser raised his eyes and glanced at the Grand Master who had begun to take off his underwear when he was a student. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, I think we still have a long time to talk slowly."
The long night passed just like that.
In various senses, there was a lot to talk about.
.
.
Fortunately, before the arrival of the next day, the purser and Pan Delong finally talked about a general idea.
Although it could only be a general idea.
There was no point in talking about it in detail. If both sides really restrained themselves from this fight, it was enough to talk about it to this extent. If they really had no face to continue to entangle with each other, it was useless to talk more.
And the annual catfight in the alchemist circle also came to an end.
Michelle lost.
His voice was hoarse first.
He couldn't speak.
When the man in armor boarded the bridge and nodded to him, he hung up the communication and ignored the Grand Master on the other end.
"Did it work?" Michelle asked.
"According to the map you gave us, we found a total of sixteen places tonight. We found another sub-control center in the second place, but we couldn't find any traces in the rest of the places."
The man in armor handed over the report. "In a few hours, after the preliminary preparations are completed, we can start the excavation."
"Very good."
Michelle pinched his throat, his expression gloomy.
Although it was a mistake to directly attack the root of the problem, at least the diversion was successful.
When the colonel made a mistake, Pan Delong immediately made up for it and changed the priority.
Taking advantage of this short night, the Ivy League mobilized all of their manpower to carry out a large-scale search in hell while enduring the curse. After paying a huge price, they finally found another branch control center among the sixteen suspected locations.
At least the two sides were once again on the same starting line.
Otherwise, he didn't want to see Mikhail again.
Unfortunately, he was still one step behind.
Just before dawn, the sound of hundreds of ornithopters flapping their wings sounded in the darkest part of the night.
The hurricane roared.
At the end of the sky, under the illumination of countless searchlights, the giant cube hanging between hundreds of ropes revealed its appearance.
The sub-control center buried underground had been uprooted in just one night, and then under the guidance of the navigator, it moved closer to the iron crystal seat.
They did it on purpose.
They were showing off their spoils to the losers.
Michelle narrowed his eyes.
However, unexpectedly, the mercenary, who had always been shrouded in armor and seemed to be indifferent to everything, raised his eyes, took a few steps forward, and looked under the giant cube from afar.
It was a giant truck that was navigating in front.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked in a hoarse voice.
"Nothing. I just met an acquaintance."
The captain of the Eye of Nightmare answered calmly. His fingers clenched and loosened on the weapon at his waist. After a long time, he retracted his gaze. "It's just some old grudges. It's not worth mentioning."
He said, "We should go."
Michelle nodded and turned to leave.
In the sky, the giant ship that had been hovering for the night turned around coldly and disappeared into the distance.
The war had come to an end once again.
However, it did not mean the beginning of peace.
What had arrived was only a short gap before the next war.
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