Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Igor analyzes the scene to analyze a whole lot.

It's not that he doesn't want to save people right away, it's just that the mechanical army is still working in the rear, and he can't help much by himself.

As a result, Azathoth did not reply after waiting for a long time. He turned around and found that the other party was still standing in place. Judging from the small movements...[-]% of them are distracted.

what happened?

Igor was a little dazed for a moment.

Is there anything in this field that I haven't been able to discover?Is this the reason why Mr. must come with you?

Human beings have been thinking for a long time but have not come up with a reason, and Nixon's condition has seriously affected his current thinking depth.Even if the current medical technology guarantees that in most cases, as long as there is a breath, it can be pulled back, but the premise is that there is still a breath.I don't know how far the ruler of the Zerg race that Azathoth said...

With his divergent thoughts, he recalled the evaluation he gave halfway in Azathoth, 'Do you know him and want to get something from him'?

As an aside, Igor has always been the kind of person who is particularly easy to concentrate since he was a child.

Everyone was underage during school, and he became friends with several children who also lost their families in the war.For young people, although they were burdened with the pressure of life prematurely, because of the war, the military academy has always had a strong capital for cultivating offspring. The teenagers have obtained a relatively comfortable living environment in a short period of time, and some children will inevitably become some students. It's something that a lot of people do.

Secretly fell in love without telling the teacher, jumped over the wall and ran out to play while living in school, smuggled mobile terminals into the classroom to watch novels and videos, etc.

Igor played well with them.

But the most amazing thing about this person is that no matter how much they chatted during the break, he can seamlessly switch to the learning state in the moment of class and devote himself to it.

While his friends were still fantasizing, Igor had already started writing the set of papers with a pen.

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This story is enough to prove that successful people do have many advantages that ordinary people do not have when they are growing up.

And Igor's habit of focusing on business and not considering other things has also been maintained by him to this day.

As for Azathoth...well.

Don’t talk about the gods. In short, he has never been to school and doesn’t need to get good grades, let alone get ahead through his own efforts. When Igor was more confused, he interrupted the [-]-character love essay in his head and asked respectfully When wondering how to deal with the real murderer who believes that explosions are art, Azathoth stayed for a long time before he realized what the human beings were asking.

One of his tentacles stuck out awkwardly and smacked a handful of rubble.

Although no one knows the little theater in his heart, he always has to be a little ashamed to face his mentally retarded behavior. Fortunately, he is still rational and didn't hug the tentacles and squeeze them into a ball, and he didn't use too much force to dig a hole in the ground to kill himself. Bury it.

The gods have never studied construction mechanics.

If you accidentally dig up the stable beams and fall directly and kill people, it will be over.

"...It's nothing." After a moment of silence, Azathoth said, "He probably wouldn't have the guts to come back to me. Now, if he's not back in the universe, he's probably implementing his plan on the capital planet."

Igor felt something was wrong with Azathoth again.

He still couldn't realize how much his words on the road touched God, so he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "What's wrong with you? Is there any trouble?"

Humans are too strong.

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Azathoth cheered up: "No, I was just thinking about how to catch that bug that is good at escaping." The experience of getting along with Sir turned out to be blank.

A voice laughed mockingly, as if to say: Don't waste your efforts.

How can the past that has been completely abandoned be picked up again?

Forget it, thinking about this sort of thing is really exhausting.

Azathoth gave up thinking.

He said to Igor: "Let me see if he is still on this planet."

What do you think?

Please Hugo?

However, both the LAN delay and the analysis speed are limited by the hardware, and now there is no general direction. After the specific results appear, the other party may have returned to the habitat of the Zerg... huh?

Igor's eyes blurred.

Something rushed past him, and with his reflexes, he only saw a phantom.

A few minutes later, a huge eye appeared in front of people like a gap in the sky.

**

"** (Federal language)!" Yeda couldn't help cursing before the thoughts deep in his brain took shape, "Does He think that we already know his existence, so we can Appeared in front of people unscrupulously?! Is this a lunatic? Or does he not care about the life and death of other human beings at all? The emergence of a large area of ​​spiritual pollution is his ultimate goal..."

"Sir? Sir!" Her subordinates interrupted her fidgeting and complaining, "Report sir! I think... Uh, although I don't know why, the pollution this time is not as serious as before!"

"What?" Yeda was stunned for a moment, and belatedly realized that he just felt a little nauseous. This may also be due to the mental tension caused by the confrontation with Igor and Azathoth before, and then he drove to the scene of the explosion and experienced ups and downs. caused by.

And the rolling eyeball in the sky, no matter how you look at it, it's scary, but it's just a scary eye, it hasn't caused the kind of serious consequences that make people want to pay a lot of money for a brain that hasn't seen this scene.

"Why is this? His power has weakened?"

As soon as the words fell, the man in black who was talking to Igor in the corner of the ruins in the distance turned his head and glanced at them as if nothing.

Jeda grinds her back teeth.

The situation is better than people.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

A gentleman's revenge...

"This is, his point, mercy?" I really couldn't swallow this breath to please the evil god, but I didn't want to and didn't dare to arouse the other party's anger at this time. Yeda pondered for a long time before coming up with an idea that was neither very dog-licking nor evil. Implicitly compliment each other's vocabulary.

And what she said was stumbling, very reluctant.

However, this reluctance was hidden so deeply by Ms. Yeda, who was half-military and half-political, that her subordinates didn't realize it at all, and asked a little excitedly, "Could it be that he can help us get rid of the worm emperor?"

This is the wish of countless people that cannot be fulfilled until today. The war has destroyed the things that many people depend on for survival, and how many families have been torn apart, and relatives and friends are separated forever.But the culprit still had an expression of "Why can't you afford it?", and used such a relaxed and joking tone to mock their ignorance and innocence at the celebration of the first year of the armistice.

Many beautiful imaginations about the future were shattered at that moment.

Coincidentally, Azathoth was also the one who shattered the Zerg Emperor's plot last time.

Even though He may not have the desire to save mankind, mankind should not deny His affection.

Yeda could probably guess what her subordinates were thinking, she was a little angry and powerless, and waved her hand: "Don't talk nonsense, go save people. If you have nothing to do, follow me to the Propaganda Department. "

"...What are you doing in the Propaganda Department?"

"Contact them to control public opinion." Yeda said weakly as if possessed by Yuri about his most hated job, "There are too many people who see this eye, and it must not cause social panic, just say it is our latest The reconnaissance weapons developed and the like...the Propaganda Department is more familiar with it than I am, so I should be able to understand it if I tell them."

"The Holy See can't be idle either. There are a bunch of reports to be written, a bunch of documents to be approved, and risk assessments and financial reports to be summarized afterwards. If possible, please ask a bishop to hold a global ceremony to appease The congregation has been flustered after seeing visions many times recently."

The subordinate swallowed, and said embarrassingly: "But, can that one agree?"

Are we concealing credit?

He has to agree even if he doesn't agree!

Jeda deliberately said it so viciously.

But reality is harsher.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Don't dare." The subordinate stepped back again and again, "You are busy, you are busy, I will drive the excavator."

"..."

well.Yeda thought for a while, and still sent a message to Marshal Gunger.

The old marshal's position is unclear, but he is absolutely loyal to the Federation and has a good relationship with Igor Sullivan.

Maybe he can influence the thinking of this former student and subordinate a little bit.

She looked back at the gray-haired young man standing beside Azathoth with a blank expression.

Because the passers-by around him have been cleaned up long ago, and he still uses his true appearance openly, so that some people will secretly raise their eyes to look at him in the middle of their work. This is a living legend, and it will be a loss if you miss a glance.

... I don't know if it will work or not.

For some reason, Yeda always felt that Igor now had the three big characters 'cultist' written all over his body.

**

"He's not in the capital."

Azathoth is now more motivated than ever, which feels quite rare, as if he never thought before that he would have the patience to search the entire planet just to find a bug.

"I can continue to look around, but if Nixon wakes up, he should have some clues."

Igor nodded: "No need to trouble you."

He said gloomily, "I'm not in a hurry."

A few minutes later, Igor's mobile terminal rang.

He turned on the screen and glanced at it.Azathoth didn't care about the health of his family members, he only saw the name of 'Marshal Gunger' out of the corner of his eye.

The human read for about a minute, then shook his head and smiled, and put the mobile terminal back into his pocket.

Azathoth: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing important."

"It's Nixon Evelyn! He's passed out! He needs first aid!" The roar of the search and rescue personnel came from a distance. Igor's eyes froze, and he walked quickly towards the source of the sound, and the last two steps even turned into a trot .

Mr. Commentator lay on the stretcher unconsciously frowning, his nose still twitching with his breathing, but his body was covered with wounds and bloodstains.

The treatment pod has been shipped nearby, and he will be put in it soon.

Igor's eyes shifted from the bruised purple mark on Nixon's neck, to his battered torso, to the corner of his wallet where his jacket was torn by concrete debris.

Before the search and rescue team carried the man away, Igor bent down and pulled out the wallet.

A team member originally wanted to stop him, but was pulled by his companion, so he shut his mouth and remained silent.

After they left, Igor opened the blood-soaked wallet.

There were obvious signs of tampering inside.

He rubbed the space between his brows, looking at the figure on Nixon's stretcher, lost in thought.