I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"call out------"

Watching the rockets soaring into the sky, Fu'er sat on the deck of the battleship, in a daze.

"Huh? What was launched?"

On the side, the slate man emerged from the corner, looked at the trail of clouds in the sky, and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just rain bombs. In order to ensure that all plans can be implemented smoothly after 14 hours, even the impact of weather will not be let go."

"I'm familiar with this! Why don't you let me come?"

"You? Come on, you can be a mascot now."

"Are you looking down on me? Let me tell you, as long as I make a little move, I can guarantee that there won't be a drop of rain within a thousand miles!"

"Yes, yes, then you can perform a show for me now?"

Fu'er glanced at the slate man angrily and complained.

"I……"

In the end, it was the Slate Man himself who took the limelight.

"If it weren't for that guy [Gaia's Legacy]!!!"

"Okay, okay, I know you are powerful, but after all, you have used SS-level power in the original world before. Now in order to maintain balance and reduce subsequent harm, it is normal for you to temporarily block your account."

"I know! But..."

The slate man stamped his feet in annoyance.

"Obviously you are all going to the battlefield, but I am the only one watching from behind. I am very unhappy! Hey, why don't you wait until the mission starts and you take me there quietly?"

Fu'er didn't respond to the other party, he just looked at the slate man as if he were a fool.

"Definitely! I know I was stupid. Hey, I can only be used as a decoration in the back."

"You have just completed your mission. If it weren't for the hard work of you, Harts, and those heroes, I'm afraid we wouldn't even have a chance to sit here and chat."

Fu'er shook his head and said.

"I know you're just here to show off and want to lighten my burden. But don't worry, I'm in good condition."

"However, this part of the key battle plan was proposed by you after all. I don't believe that you are not under pressure. But I saw the people in the Federation and they didn't seem to agree with your battle plan."

"Pressure, it would be abnormal if there was no pressure. But it doesn't matter. In fact, this plan was submitted through the director. The pressure from the federation is irrelevant. Compared with this, it is better to worry more about the [Dislocated World] Hearts inside makes more sense.”

"Hartz..."

The slate man also sighed, with a worried look on his face.

"How long has he been in there?"

"It's been almost five and a half hours. I don't know if that guy looked drained when he came out."

"It doesn't matter if you squeeze it dry. As long as there is still breath, Lao Yan will definitely get it back for him."

"Yeah...as long as I have a breath..."

The two sighed in unison, and then looked at the huge sphere in the distance.

Since the strange object was activated 4 days ago and the [Dislocated World] was generated, it has not changed at all.

Even though everyone knows that nothing has changed, which is the best news, it is still inevitable to worry about the heroes who are fighting.

Of course, what doesn’t change is only within that area.

Outside the realm, changes are overwhelming.

Hundreds of large and small warships, as well as a blockade covering the sea, have surrounded this place.

Countless pieces of equipment were called, transported, and installed in this short period of four days. All participants worked day and night to make progress, just for the smooth implementation of the plan.

In other words, the smooth implementation of more than one plan.

Just like the plan proposed by Ful and the alternative plans proposed by the containment committee, there is more than one alternative plan for any stage of the combat plan to be implemented after 14 hours.

So you ask Fu Er what big psychological burden he has?

No!

That's not what he cared about. She had more important things to solve.

"Forget it, compared to me, what about him?"

Fu'er shook his head and gestured to the cabin.

"He...has been stuck in there for two days. Apart from eating and limited sleep, he just dived into those things. By the way...do you really think this is feasible?"

"Why not? Don't those count as stories?"

".........彳庍口巴"

The slate man looked back at the room and sighed inwardly.

It feels like this guy... pills.

"Let's go and say hello to him, and then it's time to cherish this last rest time."

Ful stood up and left the splint.

..............................

10 hours later, the battle front preparation office.

Fuer and his party obeyed the order and arrived here.

Then, I saw the commander of this operation.

Everyone is familiar with Miss Milani, and the woman standing next to Miss Milani, the hero who is responsible for commanding the base's security work.

【Fiery Core】·Yan.

Fu'er and Yan only met once at the branch's base. They only knew that although the other was a hero, he held a civilian position in the branch.

Although I often have to step in for Hearts under certain unavoidable circumstances.

As for combat effectiveness, Fu Erneng said without hesitation that the opponent could beat him at least eight times.

Please, don't be fooled by the civil service, okay? Fu'er had heard from Hartz that the opponent was a ruthless person who had retired from the second line of the border inspection team. How could you still evaluate his combat effectiveness?

Don’t you see, the weapons that Yan Shang and a doctor took out are enough to drink a pot of S-level disaster.

Therefore, in view of the opponent's unpredictable combat power, Fu'er decided to say hello to the opponent seriously.

"Long time no see, Miss Milani, hello, Miss Yan, I am——"

"I know, Fu Er, that guy from Harts told me. Sorry, I'm a little tired. I need to find a place to rest first."

After saying that, he ignored everyone's gazes, took out a bench from somewhere, sat aside, closed his eyes and rested.

"Ah this..."

"You don't have to worry about her, just get used to it. Just like you are used to that Hartz guy's dirty talk."

Milani sighed, then continued.

"Based on the plans and missions you are about to carry out, the Federation has assigned me to be your commander and support officer. There is no objection to this."

"No, it would be more convenient to be an acquaintance."

"Well, that's what I thought above. I won't repeat the importance of the mission. Both the necessary props and the required support have been delivered to you half an hour ago. The rest is actually up to you. "

Milani pointed in front of Fu'er. Inside were the important props delivered to Fu'er through the administration half an hour ago.

"For the battle, you mainly rely on yourselves. The Federation will only intervene in a limited way. You should be able to understand this. So do you have any questions?"

"Have."

"Whether it is the United Federation, the Border Investigation Team, the Hero Administration, or the Foreign Object Containment Association, they have all put forward their plans and plans, but... Atlas Institute has not made a single sound."

Fu Er put his hand on the box, and after a pause, he asked.

"Where are they? And how to solve the last problem assigned to me in the plan."

"this--"

"Sorry, sorry! I'm late!"

A familiar voice came from the communication equipment nearby.

It's Cleers.

"Sorry, Ful, I know you are confused, but because based on your needs, part of the plan constructed is actually restricted information. Therefore, it cannot be sent to you until now when the battle is about to begin. ."

"It's okay. So, where are the things?"

"In the Library of Alexandria, you have been given permission to access it directly."

"it is good."

Fu'er closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, his consciousness returned.

But now, there is excitement in his eyes.

"Well, it's okay."

"No, rather, it's perfect."

Fu'er nodded in agreement, and then patted the person next to him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, it's time for the show to begin."