Star Trace Gate

Above the warehouse, a star gate shining with black light emerged, and hundreds of bald law enforcers stepped out. They stood in the air, looking down arrogantly at the Tiangong headquarters, which symbolized the supreme power here.

Xiao Shuai stood behind the group of bald men, silent.

After reporting to Pan Lianrong, he came with everyone else to stop Song Mingzhe with the attitude of a victor.

The clever Xiao Shuai had a feeling of "winning" at this moment.

Combat power? It's not important!

Ability? Not important either.

Smart or not? This is even less important.

What’s important is that if you have a hundred chances in life, as long as you make the right choice and stand on the right side once, you may be the winner.

"Ugh——!"

A breeze blew between heaven and earth, and all the surrounding scenery began to become blurry.

[Congratulations, you have successfully completed the mission test of "The Great Evacuation". ]

[You will follow Pan Lianrong's perspective and see her secrets that cannot be told, cannot be expressed, are miserable, sad, or deserved.]

Xiao Shuai was slightly stunned, and suddenly he felt his body become light. He seemed to have transformed into the way of heaven at this moment, and his perception spread infinitely. Everything that happened in the entire county seemed to not escape his "eyes".

[One month after Song Mingzhe was imprisoned by the bald law enforcer.]

The cold voice of Tiandao echoed in his ears.

The picture rotates, blurs, and then gradually becomes clear, and Xiao Shuai enters Pan Lianrong's personal retrospection.

In a room full of sunlight, Pan Lianrong touched her slightly bulging belly, stood at the window, and stared at Fulai County after the war. She said softly: "Except for the fact that people's voices are quieter, there seems to be no special changes here. We live the same way as before...!"

Beside him, the intellectual-looking woman smiled and replied, “When the Ministry of Heavenly Works was in place, no one dared to speak loudly. It’s just that now it’s quantified and can’t exceed the red line of the decibel detector… All regime changes are just a change of words and rules, hehe.”

"You've really grown a lot." Pan Lianrong praised softly.

"Following you, I will gain something new every day." The intellectual woman bowed slightly and then reminded softly, "Oh, by the way. Your man has hinted to me that Lao Song has been silent since he was arrested. He has no regrets for the crimes he committed in the past. We law enforcers need sufficient reasons and evidence to let the public see his true and cruel side."

After a long silence, Pan Lianrong bent down and took out a photo album and a thick file bag from the drawer.

She turned around and handed it to the intellectual woman, and whispered, "The evidence of Song Mingzhe extracting the souls of the captured bald law enforcers in the villa and imprisoning them in the bodies of beasts is all in these materials, and you have also seen them. Especially this photo album that he couldn't put down, which included photos of him with every law enforcer who died tragically. With it, even if Song Mingzhe didn't say a word, his unknown cruel side would make people all over the world spit on and curse him."

"Give it to him. This is my wedding gift to him." Pan Lianrong smiled sweetly, looking charming.

The intellectual woman took the evidence, frowned and added: “One more thing, your son Song An has also been found.”

Pan Lianrong remained silent after hearing this.

"He has joined the Law Enforcers before, and can be considered a high-level undercover agent lurking in Fulai County, and has made meritorious contributions." The intellectual woman suggested: "You can apply to the higher-ups to transfer him to your side, so that it will be easier to take care of him. Otherwise... with his ability and current situation, it will be difficult for him to make a name for himself in the organization."

The sunlight shines into the room, warmly reflecting Pan Lianrong's beautiful face.

She did not directly answer the intellectual woman's question, but just touched her belly, walked out, and said in a very light tone: "He is not my man, but a new partner. This new partner probably doesn't like his wife, who has someone else's son. This is not necessarily a good thing for Song An. Everyone has their own destiny, and he can walk his own path."

"...!"

The intellectual woman was speechless.

Pan Lianrong stroked her abdomen and floated away.

After Xiao Shuai saw this scene in the flashback, he immediately broke down and cursed: "Damn it, you beast. It happened so soon?! Amitabha, I hope my bride doesn't see this episode...!"

……

At the same time, Ren Ye and Yin Hu also entered Song Mingzhe's personal retrospection.

In a towering green mountain, 3,600 first-level masters under the command of the Craftsmen's Mansion were hiding in the dense forest, waiting for the order to attack.

The forest is quiet, with only the sharp north wind whistling.

The young Song Mingzhe, like other ordinary Order camp warriors, also lay on the ground, chewing the pills distributed to him.

His face looked very young at this moment, the hair on his mouth had not yet faded, and his eyes were stubborn and bright.

This year, he was at most in his early twenties.

"Xiao Song, are you scared?" the person next to him asked.

"Don't be afraid." Song Mingzhe shook his head: "This day will come sooner or later, it's better to come sooner rather than later."

"I'm a little scared."

"Take a tranquilizing pill and you won't be afraid." Song Mingzhe handed one to the other person.

"Thunder and Fire Department Divine Power, listen to me!"

At this moment, a second-rank military officer who was lying in the front slowly stood up and shouted in a powerful voice: "In a quarter of an hour, we will launch an attack on the bald law enforcer of the Chaos Camp. The target is a first-level secret realm, but we have found a way to blast it open."

"Warriors!!! This attack is of great significance to Tiandu City and the entire Order camp!! Tiandu City is the center of the migration area and the symbol of order! And this first-level secret realm is connected to an ominous abyss. Only by destroying one part of it can the ominousness in the abyss be completely sealed."

"Since this is a first-level secret realm, once a second-level or higher divine power practitioner enters, they will be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao and have to fight at a lower level, with restrictions everywhere. Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the upper echelons decided to let the first-level divine power practitioners of my Thunder and Fire Department enter this place to fight."

"Warriors! This is undoubtedly a very difficult and arduous task, but I believe that once you join the Order and have faith in the Gatekeepers in your heart, nothing will be able to scare you."

"In this battle, if we cannot seal the Kun Palace in the first-level secret realm, no one in my Thunder and Fire Division will survive."

"Fight to the death!! Only by fighting to the death can we talk about victory and restore order!"

"Gentlemen, please make all preparations. The counterattack of order begins from this moment. Fight me to the death!" The military officer's voice was like a loud bell, and he was full of righteousness. He shouted loudly like a guide for all those with supernatural powers.

"Fight to the death!!"

Song Mingzhe lay on the hillside, holding his fist high, and shouted excitedly with a group of first-level masters with red faces.

"Let's go, march twenty miles forward, and prepare to blast open the door to the secret realm."

The military officer waved his hand, and these 3,600 people embarked on a bloody battle.

……

The images rotated, and after a blurry scene, endless blood and corpses covered the ground.

In the sky of the secret realm, magical light was surging everywhere. Every moment, corpses fell from the sky and died in a sea of ​​red.

In front of a huge palace, a plaque with the words "Kun Palace" on it fell down with a loud bang.

In mid-air, a bright cold light flashed, and the lower body of a magical user was chopped off alive.

Only half of his body was left. Yaoyao fell to the ground, blood gushing out towards Song Mingzhe: "Save, save me... I can rebuild my body, protect me, Xiao Song!"

"brush!"

Song Mingzhe turned around suddenly.

"puff!!"

A long spear flew over from the night sky, and the tip of the spear pierced the heart of the man with only half of his body left.

He stopped in mid-air, staring blankly at Song Mingzhe, vomiting blood and muttering, "After taking... taking... the tranquilizing pill, I will... also be afraid."

"The aura is surging, break it for me!!"

A bald man was flying in the air, clasping his hands together and shouting.

"puff!"

The half-body diviner exploded instantly under the endless spear light and turned into a ball of blood mist and flew away.

Song Mingzhe was ordered to guard the gate of Kun Palace. He fought until he was exhausted, his body was covered in blood, and there were corpses everywhere under his feet, but he was also using his life to protect the orders from above.

"Xiao Song, we can't hold on any longer. Go to the palace and inform our military officers to leave quickly! Otherwise, our entire army will be wiped out! As long as they are alive, we can make a comeback and get our revenge!" An elderly master with supernatural powers shouted back while fighting with the bald man to the death.

"well……!"

Song Mingzhe replied with dazed eyes, turned around and ran towards Kun Palace.

With blood flowing from his legs and enduring the severe pain, he walked through the extremely luxurious corridor and rushed into the main hall of Kun Palace in a miserable state.

After entering, he was about to report the situation outside when he heard a military officer guarding the inner gate yelling, "Who let you in?! Why didn't you guard outside?"

Song Mingzhe listened to his words and looked at the scene in front of him, but was stunned for a moment.

There was no abyss or ominous things in the main hall. There was only the shattered secret door of the main hall, and star source boxes carried out by countless military officers, as well as many treasures and precious materials that could not be stored in the consciousness space.

The leader who had previously shouted the slogan of fighting to the death now stood in front of the secret door with an anxious look on his face, constantly urging the eight second-grade masters: "Haven't you refined the Thousand-armed Buddha statue yet?! You are a bunch of trash, damn it, I tell you, this peerless treasure is required only by the upper echelons!! You made such a big dumpling just for this little vinegar! Hurry up, the people outside are almost dead!"

"Also, all the star sources here will be stored in the consciousness space according to the specific list! All the treasures and precious materials will be collected by special personnel and leave first!"

"quick!"

He stood in the magnificent main hall, waving his hands and shouting hysterically.

His stern look was the same as when he was shouting to fight to the death.

For a moment, you can't tell which voice is the belief he is talking about.

Song Mingzhe was holding a broken long sword, his body covered in blood, standing in front of the main hall door, staring blankly at everything.

The reason why we make such big dumplings is just for this little bit of vinegar.

Haha, who really cares about the survival of Tiandu City?

In a great battle, more than 3,000 people were buried in a secret realm, but it was only the selfish desires of the upper echelons.

He seemed to have thought of many things, such as the tranquility pill that could make a first-level supernatural power person no longer afraid, the cold wind in the towering mountains, and the swarms of flies and dogs under the magnificent golden splendor...

He seemed to have thought of nothing, but the bright and stubborn look in his eyes gradually collapsed and shattered... In the end, there was only numbness and emptiness.

……

The scene rotates again, showing a morning with the rising sun.

Song Mingzhe came to the training room of the military officer of the Thunder and Fire Department and said softly, "Sir, I have made up my mind. I want to go to the Heavenly Works Department!"

The military officer sat cross-legged on the futon, without even raising his eyelids, and asked softly, "Have you ever been treated unfairly here?"