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"The human heart is a place of delusion, greed and conspiracy, a stage of dreams, a source of ugly ideas, a deceitful city, and a battlefield of desires①." Victor Hugo looked at John Goethe with deep emotion in his eyes Sigh, "Blind to the wrong leadership of the government, aiming the sharp knife at the innocent land, listen, this is the tragic cry of the dead."

In the tragic world reflected behind Victor Hugo, the voices of countless people weeping and wailing suddenly came out. The voices became higher and higher and harsher, and they rose to the height of sound pollution within a few breaths.

"Oh." Johann Goethe turned a deaf ear and sneered, "Your France seems so noble."

In this supernatural war, there is no right or wrong, only benefits.

Whether it is France or Germany, it is the same thing, no one is more noble than the other.But for those who are loyal to the motherland, their fight is meaningful for the benefit of the country.

Sacrifice is always there. As a soldier of the country, all he can do is stand at the forefront.

Not much speculation.

The tragic world was blurred, the hopeless spiritual world collided with the voice of the devil brought by Murphys' whispers again, and if the spiritual pollution had any substance, they bit and infiltrated each other, sweeping the entire Vosges Mountains.

Just as the outlier value of this singularity kept rising, brewing enough energy to destroy the entire city at the foot of the mountain, the space was torn apart at the edge of the mental power struggle between the two sides.

The vortex-shaped ripples of space energy appeared in an arrogant manner, swallowing up the spiritual energy expanded by the supernatural ability. Before the two spiritual transcendents could react, at least one-third of the spiritual energy was absorbed by this wave. Space energy devours.The singularity illusion that appeared due to the collision of similar and different abilities was shattered by this strange space energy like a mirror in a mirror.

"how can that be!"

In the next second, someone walked out of the space vortex.

Walking out of the space vortex, a young man of indeterminate race appeared directly in the center of the battlefield of the two spiritual transcendents, wearing a white Gouyu robe.

Because although the young man's appearance has a lot of human characteristics, he has a pale complexion, two horns on his head, a pair of purple circled eyes, and a scarlet eye with nine engraved jade patterns on his forehead.

He held a black tin rod in his hand, with a sun wheel on it and a moon pattern on the bottom. Eight black spheres fanned out behind him, exuding dangerous fluctuations.

Victor Hugo and Johann Goethe glanced at each other, immediately put aside their differences, turned their guns, and were wary of the strange man with many inhuman features who suddenly appeared on their battlefield.

However, with just one glance, when they touched the purple eyes with rippling patterns at the bottom of the opponent's eyes, the top powerhouses of the two countries froze their bodies, and their eyes lost their spirit.

Three minutes later, the rear troops, who had been monitoring the singularity of the front battlefield, found that the abnormal value of the Vosges Mountains was cleared, and immediately organized a support team to rush towards the Vosges Mountains battlefield.

Transcenders are non-renewable precious resources of every country, and those who are willing to serve the country are the existences held in the palms of the governments of various countries.Although psychic supernatural beings are dangerous, supernatural beings at the transcendent level have a perfect grasp of their own abilities, and there is basically no chance of accidental injury.

The two transcendents who fought, Victor Hugo was a melancholy literati, and Johann Goethe was a soldier who was strict with self-discipline, neither of them had angry and bloodthirsty characters.The people under them respected them more than they feared them.

Although these two fight each other with room for each other, and when they have not lost both, it is more like restraining each other than fighting, but the superpower support team dare not bet on the possibility of the opponent's surpasser suddenly convulsing, or that other countries surpass A suicide attack emerges.

The support teams on both sides thought that this time it would be like so many times before, and they would be able to join Mr. Hugo/Major General Goethe halfway through the journey, but the support teams who still couldn't see anyone after driving more than half of the way suddenly had a bad luck feel.They didn't dare to delay, and while speeding up towards the center of the battlefield, they reported this abnormal situation to the command center.

When the support troops from both sides rushed to the center of the battlefield at the same time, what they saw was Mr. Hugo/Major General Goethe lying face down on the ground, motionless, as if they had lost both sides in the fight.

"Mr. Hugo!"

"Major General Goethe!"

While shocked that the battle was fought so fiercely that both sides suffered losses, at the same time, he was grateful that his side came in time.Otherwise, in this unresistable coma state, a single blow would be fatal.

Fortunately, there is also a little regret - if they can come earlier, they might be able to make up the knife to kill the transcendent of the other country.

The fact that the two aces were both injured and fell into a coma shocked the command centers of France and Germany. The supernatural troops sent by Germany to attack Strasbourg immediately retreated and surrounded the base airtightly. Under the command of the command center, they came to the battlefield here.

France has made a similar choice.

The outcome of the supernatural war can determine many benefits, but the transcendent is a non-renewable resource that cannot be exchanged for more benefits.Unless forced to do so, no high-level visionary will allow the country's transcendents to die.

Fortunately, Victor Hugo and Johann Goethe woke up that night.

There is still no winner, just unconscious and mentally depleted, requiring two days of recuperation.

Neither of the two transcendents mentioned the man with white hair and purple eyes who suddenly appeared during the battle.

To be precise, they have already forgotten the strange scene they saw at that time, and the last memory in their minds is that they fought too hard this time, and finally lost their strength and passed out.

When these two transcendents who thought they had accidentally lost their strength and coma woke up, in Zurich, 140 seven kilometers southeast of Strasbourg, the famous neutral capital of Europe, an Asian with black hair and black eyes The man quietly appeared on the banks of the Limmat River.

If Victor Hugo and Johann Goethe hadn't lost their memory, when they saw this man with black hair and black eyes, they would be surprised to find that this tall and handsome man in a black suit was full of strange things from before. The white-haired and purple-eyed men with human colors actually look exactly the same.

Or it should be said that he was the one who suddenly descended on the battlefield of two spiritual transcendents, and not only retreated from his body, but also erased the relevant memories.

At this time, the man's pure black eyes were inorganically cold, and he looked indifferently at the five-story red-roofed brick building by the river in the old town.

On the top floor of that building is a gallery.

At least, that's how it looks on the surface.

"Will the martyrs who hope for peace come become the light of dawn in this world, or will they be frozen into the purest darkness before dawn?" The man whispered softly, and the evening wind in Zurich blew away his whispers and crushed them. In the gurgling Limmat River in front of you.

"Interest is the eternal theme of war."

"I no longer pursue that illusory peace, I just want to find him back."

The man raised his hand and gently stroked his left eye.

For a moment, his left eye seemed to uncontrollably glow with scarlet waves, and three black gouyu appeared in his eyes, which turned into the shape of a three-page windmill in an instant.Just as purple gradually appeared in the scarlet pupil, darkness poured out, and the eye returned to pure black again.

"I need a powerful force."

"Dawn, which has not yet formed in this world, may be a good choice."

"wrong."

"That Victor Hugo considered himself a traitor."

"So, is it a traitor?"

The man chuckled, his voice cold and mocking.

Betrayer, it really suits someone like him.