I changed the timeline with the game.

Chapter 899 Unexpected Visitors

Remember to be alert to the inspections from the EU Aurora, some of their pagans have already begun to question it."

"Yes, sir.
Great Cardinal Saint Wolfgang."

"and also,
How is Lawrence Ruier doing now?"

As for the second question, another purple cardinal Eschenbach who answered was not so vigilant:

"They are just a group of descendants of drifters who want to occupy the Lost Sea.
During the open admission day of Lawrence Real, our nails have already sneaked in.

And he will definitely be able to take the top position.”

"nail,
This word is not used well.

Eschenbach, go back and copy the Bible a thousand times."

The old Cardinal Hermann von St. Wolfgang continued slowly:
“The helper you just mentioned.

If this mission is completed excellently.

He will become a 'preacher of the gospel' that is completely different from the sinners of [Holy Mourning - Hugh Farr]. "

at the same time,

Along with countless poems belonging to the civilizations of the Third and even the Fourth Epoch, they began to be rewritten in the Fifth Epoch.

The dust of history once again creates ripples in the torrent of time.

One Chase Manhattan Plaza in Manhattan, which once witnessed Su Wen's brief stay as the Rhine White Christmas Eve, has now become the backdrop for the towering JPMorgan Chase headquarters building.

And at the top of that skyscraper,

In a conference room with simple yet luxurious decoration, a man in his fifties has a calm face and deep eyes.

He was staring at the other end of the data conference screen.

On the other side of the video was Forensa Morgan, who had just returned from the border war between Saint Mourning and Huyfar in defeat.

Although he still held a cigar in his mouth and acted like a tough American, Forensic Morgan looked a little tired at the moment.

He also completely lost the confidence he had when negotiating with the traitor Ignatti.

Old Morgan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking with a bit of dignity:

"Forensa.

After you failed in that battle, you chose to escape into the legendary Gate of the Abyss and then to the Lost Sea from the other side.

In order to avoid punishment,

Or is there another plot?"

“You are wrong, father.

I am not running away, but I have found an opportunity that may lead us into a new era.

The legacy of the Twilight Constellations,

The conceptual warfare capabilities they possess are the great resources we have always dreamed of.

The heirs of the old civilization even possessed genetic modification technology that was not inferior to the blood source code.

In particular, the ability to achieve cluster evolution may have even far surpassed the Rockefeller family and the second-generation Dragon Skeleton Code project currently being promoted.

Although according to accurate information,

Rockefeller has captured a living half-dragon.

However, due to the assistance of the remnants of the Dragon Hunter civilization, the Dragonborn Research Society is temporarily unable to eliminate them.

Now is our chance.”

But Old Morgan did not listen to his excuses. He just said in a cold voice:

"This is my last chance for you.
Forensa."

The man's tone revealed an unquestionable determination.

“Whether it’s Rockefeller, Rothschild, Windsor or Walton, many giants have already begun to lay out their plans on the galaxy.

Even the Windsor family, who holds the seat of the Queen of the Commonwealth, has already made breakthrough progress in the development of dozens of planets in several major star chains.
Once Rockefeller and DuPont join forces with the Thirteenth Members of the United States Night Watch, if they really succeed in blocking the route to the Lost Sea.

Then, whether it is the future competition for resources or the development of star fields, we will be in an extremely passive situation.

You may even lose the chance to turn things around forever.

This is your last chance,

If you miss it again, your brother will inherit all your control rights."

"I see,
Father. "

Forensa's answer was brief and powerful, and he did not reveal any of his emotions.

It's like,
The man with the cigar in his mouth just lost control of his emotions, and it seemed like he was just acting.

at the same time,

After completing an in-depth exploration of the projection ruins of the 18742th Space Station destroyed by the Zerg in of the Silver Ring of the Third Era.

Su Wen kept thinking about the next game process simultaneously, but he did not hesitate in any action.

After all, a deeper understanding of the history of the Third Age civilization would be crucial to his next actions.

Perhaps it is more likely to become the most important step.

even,

As the handsome scholar guessed.

This No. 2 [Permanent Magnet-Lanna Lana Bodu] is very likely one of the real large library branches inside Lawrence Riel College.

“If I follow this line of thought, who exactly led me here?

Answer,

Perhaps it goes without saying.”

【Old Constance.】

The name had inevitably come to his mind.

The group thus went deep into the heart of this quiet and mysterious academy, which was gently surrounded by the gorgeous aurora.

During this time, Miss Joyce kept looking around lovely.

She is curious about everything.

In the tranquil and slightly bookish atmosphere, the group could hardly see any images resembling the word "weird".

But at this moment,
A sudden and extremely weak cry for help broke the silence.

This voice was different from the extremely dull voice they had encountered at the entrance.
On the contrary, it is extremely real!
At this moment, even Qin, who was always calm and composed, could not help but stop, and a trace of doubt and concern appeared in her eyes:

"Mr. Rhine,
Is this another hallucination?"

"uncertain."

As a scholar, Su Wen always sticks to facts, so he did not just make up stories. Instead, he snapped his fingers in a very cool manner.

Suddenly,

The azure blue vision enveloped everything.

It looked toward the source of the faint sound.

With Su Wen's deep blue identification vision, he accurately captured the source of the distant and faint cry for help.

His gaze was also accompanied by the simulation of the three-dimensional projection.
Finally, it stopped on a blurry figure hidden deep in a dark corner of a magnificent building.

The figure appeared extremely hazy and unclear in the reflection of the appraisal vision, as if it was shrouded by an invisible fog.

Perhaps this is the result of the [Identification Vision] being disturbed by the strange and inexplicable rules of this place.

despite this,

Even in this blurry picture, he could still vaguely discern the deep red image of a living being:
“It’s not a projection.
Are there other invitees here besides us?"

(End of this chapter)