Chapter 1880 Marshal Li died too late

However, under the shadow suppression of this underground world, the gloomy and terrifying soul fire suppressed under the old body, but suddenly calmed down.

Mao Yuanzuo seemed to have passed the passage beside him in the fingers of a dead branch, and the faint light trembled and lit up, like a wisp of ghost fire that was about to be extinguished.

Under the reflection of these dark embers, the withered face was revealed, with a wrinkled face, and his face looked tired and stiff, as if it was not easy to even make a slightly more vivid smile.

After not seeing each other for a while, the old monster who controlled the political arena of the Blue Star Community from behind was even more old than when he held his birthday. He actually put on external power skeletons to carry on. The silver-gray nerve catheters fluttered and pulsated on the spine. The skin on the neck, which was not covered with armor and clothing, showed obvious grayish blackness and dryness, emitting a dead silence like a zombie.

He spitted a hoarse voice, like a rusty old clock shaking in the dilapidated dangerous building: "My life should have ended long ago. The last twenty years of life are just struggling in despair, like an old dog seeking survival. All the glory and ambitions of the past, all the progress and climbing are like the dark history that cannot be looked back on in adolescence."

This founding fathers of the Blue Star Community were about to give a painful summary of his first half of his life.

And his only person to talk to at this time, the mercenary called "Flint Fire", also known as one of the thirteen sides of the Snake in the World, fell into a brief silence.

He is a Scarulian, a rare psionic sensitive race in the universe. He can unlock a very wonderful racial talent when he reaches the third ring. His surface cells will have superb mimicry functions like nano-machines and fluid metals.

However, their mimetics are magical, but they may not be hidden from close detection instruments. They are just a clumsy trick in front of the spiritual vision of high-level psychics.

Of course, they are also rare and sensitive physiques with psychic energy, but this is only easy to awaken spiritual energy, but it is almost difficult to reach above the saints. Since the credible history of detailed written records, the strongest man is only the Seven Rings, which is really incomparable to humans.

In this way, the Scarou people's transformation talents are naturally far from being gifted by heaven, and they are even more like the curse of the spirit of the universe. This is even more true for a minority with two swords that do not even have their own country or planet.

Before the common history and before the establishment of the Galaxy Civilization Parliament, their Scaruls were regarded as "transformation demons" by human overlords and were discriminated against by the entire universe. The most promising legal job that can be found is probably to go to the league's film and television city to be a stunt actor - after all, one person can play several roles, and because they are psychosensitive races, they are generally very patient.

Of course, "Flint Fire" has suffered a lot.

As a hard-working family from a minority race, he naturally disgusted with this life experience that urged me to produce a stinking smell of corpse. It was already a very well-educated expression without speaking vulgar words.

"But you made such a magnificent and imaginative plan, and even alarmed the leader. You can help you to witness your final help. However, the order issued by the 'Dharma Breaker' on behalf of the 'Future Public' is directly issued."

"Mr. Flush, hahahaha, young warrior, you misunderstood me. I am not looking down and waiting for death, but I just chose to be different from my past comrades. In the past nearly a hundred years, whether as a psychic or a powerhouse, I have climbed to my own limits. In the past years, the only truth I have learned from my old friends is that people have limits after all. If I can really be related to ‘imagination’ in this life, maybe that’s the only reason.”

He let out a low and depressing laugh, or rather, it was like a ghost simulating the emotional expression of "laughing". His only remaining spiritual energy drives the power bones and drags his withered body to continue moving forward.

They soon passed through this winding passage. The lights, like phosphate fire, fell into a wide space, plastering dark candlelight on the deep world, as if turning this place into a ghost.

It was a space with a diameter of more than thirty meters, like a deep well, with unfathomable depth at the bottom of the well, as if it was directly connected to the center of the earth.

In other words, it is more like direct connection to hell.

The Flint Fire did not feel any energy changes, but there was a hint of palpitations inexplicably. An admiration flashed through his eyes: "I only know that the organization cooperated with you back then to build a huge network of underground cities under the surface of the earth, but I didn't expect it to be such a large-scale project."

Whether it is the passage they just passed through or the space hidden under the thick continental rock formation in front of them, they are part of a huge and thorough dungeon defense network. The paths and underground spaces that are like spider webs can hide millions of troops, more than 100 million tons of arms, supplies and equipment, as if nothing had happened.

A considerable number of channels are even buried in the sea, and are composed of special elastic materials that are unafraid of earthquakes and tsunamis. They connect all the continents on this planet through the vast Pacific Ocean, and of course, the Eternal City in the middle of the ocean.

In this way, even if the earth is captured, the soldiers can continue to rely on this underground project to resist to the end. For the universe at that time, this is the past years they have been demanding.

This project was first built when the community was founded, and of course it started secretly. Until now, the existence of this project is also one of the state secrets. Except for those founding fathers responsible for the overall construction, no one has mastered the full picture of this super huge urban defense project.

...Mao Yuanzuo, the "number traitor in Tianzi", is the only party still alive.

But in fact, with the national strength and technical strength of the community when the People's Republic of China were just founded, it was difficult to complete this project.

Only few people know that it was not the alliance, but the snake, that provided a lot of support to the earth at that time.

Of course, few people know that the highest person in charge of this project is not someone else, but the treacherous Mao Yuanzuo.

Even after Marshal Victoria Li's death, the old and young people began to fight back, and the comprador department was growing vigorously, and the thinking of buying was rampant. Mao Yuanzuo, then Prime Minister, still showed great courage and insisted on completing this grand project.

Flint said: "This is actually your achievement. Even if the earth really falls, and with this project, the warriors who are unwilling to surrender to the conquerors can continue to resist. Unfortunately, such a grand project is a military secret. If people in the world know your past actions, they will not have such a big misunderstanding and prejudice against you."

Although this is suspected of deliberate flattery, the admiration is still somewhat real.

Mao Yuanzuo's performance was quite indifferent: "Faced with the conqueror who had an absolute advantage, complete dungeon facilities have always been the clumsy, but also the most effective method. I am just imitating the predecessors of all countries and ethnic groups."

He continued to move forward and took the lead in climbing the elevator at the end of the passage.

As the two slowly sink toward the bottom of the space, the only remaining founding father of the community began to be modest.

"I am just the supervisor of this project. Your organization provides technical consultants and introduces Libra Bank to provide us with loans. However, the one who overcomes the opposition to complete the project is Marshal Li. Hahaha, my close friend, my classmate, my captain... My brave and innocent leader. At that time, I was as brave and innocent as him."

He smiled mockingly, but his own breath gradually became deeper, as if he was remembering something.

However, this state did not last long. His voice suddenly became sharp, like a wounded beast, and roared with deep resentment: "I wish he would die ten years ago! If he had died in rebellion, I would have understood these principles long ago! Why did he die then?"

Fushui looked coldly at the back wrapped in the external power skeleton, and vaguely saw the shadow of a monster in the virtual realm. He took a step back quietly, of course, his hand had already been buckled on the hilt of the special lightsaber.

Of course, the snake head never thought about taking action, just wanted to make himself feel a little safe.

In fact, his attention was already attracted by the spectacular and strange facilities that appeared in his sight.

It lives at the bottom of this underground space, and at first glance it looks like a hideous giant tree.

The columnar trunk, which required seven or eight people to embrace, extended straight from the bottom to a more grand dome, with the surface covered with nano-scale etching patterns that looked like integrated circuits.

These patterns still vaguely shine with scarlet streamers on the dark background, but if you really look around, the strange and charming red lights have long disappeared.

The person who witnessed the giant tree could clearly feel the existence of blood, but he could not see it with his naked eyes, as if the concept of "visual" had been erased on this level.

This may also be a kind of quantum entanglement. I thought so when I dropped out of school in junior high school and became a war hyenas.

Hundreds of main branches separated from the main trunk show a strange fusion of biological nerve bundles and mechanical pipes. The black alloy covering the surface cracks into a cage-like structure of biological ribs at the fork. On the inside of these "ribs", scarlet diamonds the size of rice grains are suspended. They swim in the cage-like space, and the traces are flowing like nebula, forming an independent space for each cage.

And when these spaces merge on the huge black tree canopy, they seem to turn into a new universe.

Is the virtual realm? For some reason, Fushuo subconsciously developed such a cognition. He has only been to the virtual realm once in his life, and he acted with his seniors in his organization in a confused manner, but he almost lost his life.

The "universe" composed of the red light in front of me is obviously completely different from the strange world in my memory, but I give myself a strange sense of déjà vu.

He decided to believe in this sense of déjà vu.

This unique facility is indeed connected to the virtual realm!

"It grows so fast, so fast, it should have gotten up long ago. Yes, I have said a long time ago. Victoria Li died too late! The war came too late!" Mao Yuanzuo's tone was full of longing and fascination, and the twisted spirit hidden in the old body became even more ferocious, just like a demon twisting his body towards the abyss.

The old psychic man drove his mecha with difficulty, dragging his decaying body, and approached the big tree with a "virtual realm". He staggered without hesitation at all, as if he wanted to pounce into the vortex of flesh and blood.

"Forty years ago, when I found it, it looked like a rough craft made of obsidian and agate. I placed it on the node of the earth's energy, but it only doubled... But in the year of the war, it grew into this. Hahaha, spiritual energy is the key to opening the door of the virtual realm, but spiritual energy should not only come from material changes, but also in the spiritual realm. Yes, this war should have begun long ago."

Yes? So why not? Are you not the president of the Communist Party? Have you sent away the long-term prime ministers of the four presidents? Is the emperor behind the earth? After Marshal Lee, who can suppress the political arena of the community? Isn’t it easy for you to start a war?

I'm just afraid that Lan Jiufeng will take your head off.

...Of course, it is understandable. As long as the killing god Lan Jiufeng is not capable of cloning, their snakes dare not cause trouble on the earth at will, let alone a mere Mao Yuanzuo?

Fushui stared at Mao Yuanzuo's back silently, with a trace of disdain hidden in his heart.

It's nothing more than a twisted monster who has lost his determination and will and is just making a wish to the dark side of the universe.

...However, he had to show considerable respect.
Chapter completed!