Chapter 259: Saint's Strike, Prelude

"Japan, there is still one hour and twenty-seven minutes before it sinks." Bai Mo closed the page in his hand.

This is really a tedious and troublesome thing.

Bai Mo looked at the result composed of data in front of him.

In the next four minutes and eighty-one seconds, the aftermath caused by the sinking of Japan will set off a wave, and then spread to the surrounding areas.

First of all, the loss of the island country of Japan will cause the impact of the warm current. This impact will affect the fishing and breeding of marine fishery resources in the coastal areas of East Asia, and will cause some earth-shaking changes to the ecological environment.

In addition, the new chain reaction caused by the tearing of geological plates has a 99.97% chance of creating the largest-scale ultimate earthquake and tsunami in human history.

The natural disaster will spread to the vicinity of the Asia-Pacific region, and the impact will directly affect all walks of life.

If it is under the background of the mixed races of America and Europe fighting, the pressure caused by finance will cause 80% of the countries that were originally struggling to go bankrupt.

In the context of the close alliance of countries around the world today, this is an unprecedented disaster...

"And... those Japanese behind-the-scenes masters have appeared."

Bai Mo looked at the picture in front of him. The Dead River had been strangled by the Odins, and the rest of the Shadow Assassins were also besieged by masked enemies.

The Assassin's Guild has now lost its original ability to control the international situation. They cannot control these new versions of enemies that appeared in the context of the return of myths.

"All of the ■■ possibilities are the destruction of human civilization, without any exception."

The incalculable numbers, the result is like a destined entropy increase, a destined annihilation.

Uncertain geological disasters, because the appearance of the Japanese behind-the-scenes masters led to the birth of those mythical characters, and the elemental chaos caused by the Nibelungen...

Many troubles are superimposed on each other, and looking at the things that need to be dealt with as a result of this incident, Bai Mo was silent.

These things show an ending.

Even if a saint tried to stabilize everything here and guide them to become better according to the original order of human civilization, the result has long been doomed.

Modern scientific society and the myth of dragon alchemy are aliens that cannot be integrated together. The differences in various industries explain the outbreak of war.

War in the Arctic Circle Norma, Lilith, Morgan Consortium, American Military Industrial Complex... These can be effectively controlled under the influence of the Assassin's Guild without completely collapsing.

The Assassin's Guild is not omnipotent, and the shadow assassins can't keep up with the speed of the times.

"Huh..." Bai Mo closed the book in his hand.

"If it is a simple return of myths, then this will be a battle of replacement between the old and the new, with countries dominated by modern technology against myths centered on alchemy."

"But the elimination of the Assassin's Guild requires me to have a weapon to maintain healthy competition in the country."

All along, Bai Mo hopes that the creatures of this world can live better, civilization is great and immortal, and the insignificant sons of the mortal world create magnificent towers.

Competition, war, conflicts between countries, and fighting from various angles can make the future of mankind better, and prosperity and hope will light up the stars.

"I am a beacon, guiding the lost and guiding them to practice their own path."

If you can't practice, then I will help you practice!

As long as the world's perspective shows that human civilization is becoming better, that's enough.

"I fight to protect the beauty of the world." Bai Mo whispered softly and made a decision.

Since the original assassin's guild cannot effectively manage the conscientious competition within the country, they can't keep up with the legends in the new mythological background history.

Then, replace it with a better weapon that is worthy of the "weapon" you are using now.

As Bai Mo came up with this idea, the world seemed to press the pause button at this moment.

The factories that were originally in operation, the noisy streets and alleys, and the crowded tourist attractions, these people were stopped one by one, as if a video was paused and entered the halftime pause.

They are all Bai Mo.

In the lobe academy, Bai Mo nodded slightly, and the idea from "self" made him understand what he needed to do next.

He closed his eyes and began to walk slowly on another layer of incomprehensible time and space, jumping.

In this time and space, he was not alone, there were many white foams moving, like an efficient machine, operating non-stop.

Jumping the distance, transcending the constraints of time and space, Bai Mo pushed open a door in front of him and saw a lonely girl sitting on a chair.

The girl was Xia Mi, no, to be precise, it should be Jörmungandr.

She was attracted by the abnormality of Bai Mo, looked up and stared at the Bai Mo in front of her, and said in a surprised tone: "What on earth are you?"

Jörmungandr had seen all kinds of things during her dragon life. She had eaten more salt than ordinary people, but she had never seen such an outrageous thing as Bai Mo.

Bai Mo did not explain, and stretched out his hand and snapped his index finger.

"Snap"

"A beautiful dream, I wish you a happy dream."

The power enveloped Jörmungandr, causing violent resistance.

But she found that she could not resist at all, and could only accept the assimilation of the unknown thing like the deep sea.

This is not a special case. Many beings who were still watching and waiting were found by Bai Mo one by one, and then forcibly assimilated.

Chu Zihang looked at Bai Mo who came to the door in front of him. He took out Murasame and wanted to say something at the same time, but his consciousness was solidified, like a flying insect in amber.

Caesar, Pompey, or others, there was no exception at this moment. Bai Mo swallowed their consciousness and assimilated them into a part of it.

After dealing with Xia Mi, Bai Mo stepped out and came to Chen Motong's spiritual world, and saw Yinglong nailed by countless nails.

"Did you agree to the deal?" Yinglong asked calmly.

Bai Mo shook his head, then stretched out his hand and pointed at it.

Yinglong felt the transformation of this incomprehensible power, and his bones rubbed and made a crackling sound: "Are you the Supreme?"

"No." Bai Mo shook his head.

"Only the Supreme has such strength."

"Really." Bai Mo answered casually.

Now he no longer needs to know the relevant information about the Black King.

While Bai Mo was dealing with this, Lu Mingfei saw the system.

The system, which is composed of hazy light, Bai Mo took out two pills.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at Bai Mo uncertainly.

Bai Mo reached out and put the two pills in his left and right hands.

"Red represents knowing, and blue represents not knowing."

"You choose..."

"I choose red."

"Okay."

Bai Mo nodded and handed the red pill to Lu Mingfei.

After Lu Mingfei swallowed the pill, he lasted less than a second and passed out.

The effect of the blue pill and the red pill is the same, both fall into a deep sleep.

Watching Lu Mingfei's sleep, Lu Mingze chuckled and said, "Next, is it my turn?"

"…………" (End of this chapter)