Chapter 72 The Perfect Working Beauty Snake (Subscribe)
Gu Yi ignored the discussion of the disciples, but smiled and shook his head and sighed: “It’s really hard to see through people. Such a powerful armor full of life miracles should not appear in this universe. It is hidden among the stars. It is really incredible and great.”
As the father of heaven, Gu Yi, who holds the time gem, can see too many things than ordinary people.
But now she can’t see through Li Ang more and more.
The strange and powerful sacred power, the armor full of life and light, is constantly born under her nose, making Gu Yi doubt whether she has absorbed the power of darkness, which makes her old eyes blurry.
Gu Yi smiled, and the idea in her heart became more and more firm.
She has never been so open and aboveboard in front of her disciples. On the contrary, her wisdom and knowledge let her clearly understand the true nature of this world.
The path she planned for herself next is very clear.
It’s just that this path was planned before the sacred timeline was broken. Now, it’s time to change.
On the road to pursuing the highest, she must have not only enemies, but also friends and a backer. Otherwise, it is easy to fall in the middle of the journey.
After laughing, she frowned again. Recently, she smelled the breath of the storm spreading.
However, due to the breaking of the sacred timeline, the original clear and unique future was derived and divided into countless future lines, which were chaotic and complicated, so that the future was completely unclear.
Before, she was numb to the only future, but now she couldn’t see the future clearly, which gave her a headache.
After thinking about it, she let it go again, and felt a little bit of excitement.
The unclear future makes people look forward to it, and it may bring her more surprises.
In the temple bedroom, Leon was wearing a thin white veil, standing on the wide balcony, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and taking a sip, in a good mood.
While enjoying the beauty of life, when seeing the birth of the first Saint Seiya, there will be more Saint Seiyas in the future.
That sense of accomplishment made him feel satisfied and that life was so beautiful.
A happy family, no need to worry about birth, aging, illness and death, switching between luxurious material life and plain and peaceful family life, the continuous accumulation of insights into the small universe, gradually becoming stronger, not only the children, but also Salina and others, the people under his rule feel fulfilled.
It’s the same for him.
Leon is not a robot, nor an ascetic monk. All his efforts (cheating) are for enjoyment, and eternal enjoyment.
The principle is the same.
Behind him, a beautiful snake just coiled around, whispering softly in his ear: “My great master, Salina has been recognized by the Scorpio Gold Cloth, which is really enviable.”
The charming voice was full of resentment, and it seemed like envy and jealousy.
But only Leon knew that this beautiful snake was completelyIt’s all just acting, playing tricks.
If she was really jealous, she wouldn’t say it out loud with her personality, because this woman knows her temper and personality very well.
“Shouldn’t you work harder? Let Salina be the first to get the approval of the holy clothes.”
Leon said jokingly.
“Alas, who made me have no time to practice? I need to spend a lot of energy to manage various departments, and I have to spend time with my dear master, unlike Salina and the others, who have time to practice.” Ophelia said teasingly.
“The small universe you have is not inferior to Salina, and it is even higher, Ophelia.”
Leon pierced through the teasing and pointed out a rather terrible fact.
The one who was forcibly raised to awaken the microcosm by him, the one with the highest talent was not Salina, who was the first to be recognized by the Golden Saint Cloth, nor was it Casillas, who was devoted to hard training and never went out to pursue power unless he had nothing to do, but Ophelia, who spent some energy and time managing the national industry under his command.
On the premise of spending some time, her growth rate is faster than Salina, Casillas and others.
Even he, who was at the level of sixth sense at the time, could not compare with this beautiful snake.
The speed of her progress surprised Leon.
In addition, in fact, Ophelia already had a guardian constellation early, and could even summon the Saint Cloth one step ahead of Salina, but she did not choose to do so.
After being exposed, the beautiful snake did not show any guilty feeling, but let go of her hand, barefoot, wearing a light gauze coat, her white and tender skin looming, walked a few steps, gently stretched out her hand, and a glass of red wine appeared in her hand and sat in the arms of the two Leons.
After shaking it for a while, she stared at the red wine in the glass with ripples.
“I was born young, and my experience made me know the beauty of power. I was once addicted to it and pursued the supreme power. In this process, I would do anything. Beauty and poison are my weapons. In order to maintain them, I would sign a contract with the devil~”
“Until you appeared.”
Ophelia whispered, her beautiful eyes full of memories. She stretched out a finger, and a dark purple halo bloomed on the fingertips. It contained a poisonous power that could kill even the so-called gods.
Her eyes were rippling, and she looked at it infatuatedly.
“You changed my perception. This world is wonderful and cruel. My dear master, you gave me hope to move towards a greater path. My inner ambition is like a flame. It is this ambition that supports me, makes me progress, and makes me grow.”
“Even if I have to divide my energy to manage those departments, this process will become the fuel for my growth.”
Ophelia’s long green hair was scattered, and her head was leaning on Leon’s chest, gentle and firm.
Leon just listened silently, and it was a little weird in the end.
What is this?
The strongest worker? He actually found a hexagonal workerPeople, all in a mess, while helping him manage and develop, will not only not slow down their own growth because of consuming energy, but will accelerate the process.
Can manage forces, can accompany him in the human-making movement, can personally fight the enemy.
What kind of God-given worker is this.
Before, he was still worried about whether Ophelia would be fully progressed, and considered materializing some good things to help her. Now it seems that it’s useless to help her, just enjoy it.
Then he threw the wine glass, picked up the beautiful snake with almost no bones in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.
I’m happy today, and I must reward this perfect worker.
Somewhere in the Antarctic ice sheet.
Under the vast ice layer, the wind and snow were mixed. In front of a wide specially built transport vehicle, Zemo, Cynthia Schmidt, Brock Rumlow, and more than 20 Hydra soldiers were dazed in thick down jackets.
The howling wind and snow were blowing, and there was no other sound.
“The Scorpio Gold Saint, guarding the zodiac, is incredible.”
After a long time, Zemo retracted his gaze. Under the starry sky, the peerless figure had quietly disappeared, and the sacred sound was no longer ringing, but the scene just now was deeply engraved in his mind. He sighed with a helpless and yearning tone.
It was like a myth coming. When you personally feel that sacred feeling, how desperate will the darkness hidden under the light be?
After Zemo sighed, he looked at Cynthia Schmidt who was silent on the side, and suddenly felt that working for Hydra seemed to have no future. He used to think that Hydra was lurking under the mainstream society, lurking, waiting to erupt, regardless of whether there would be a war in the future. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
But at least, from a human perspective, Zemo believes that he has stood at the pinnacle of human power.
He has aspirations and ambitions. He believes that under his leadership, he will be able to accomplish something and let his name hang high like the sun.
Now, he feels very bitter and powerless.
What ambitions, what ambitions, what Hydra, all of them are as boring as children playing house.
Hydra?
Now it is just a group of rats hiding in the sewers struggling to death.
Perhaps the ruler of Madripo Port, God, is watching them entertaining themselves, joking, and laughing. Of course, it is more likely that they are not even qualified to be noticed by him.
Alas~~
Zemo sighed silently. He has no way out. As one of the leaders of Hydra, if Hydra dies, he will not be able to survive. All his efforts will vanish.
Now the only woman he can trust is the new Red Skull, Cynthia Schmidt.
“God?”
Cynthia Schmidt came back to her senses and seemed to be very disdainful: “What Saint Seiya, what Zodiac, they are just a group of god thieves who possess power beyond mortals, deceiving the world and stealing the name.”
“Since ancient times,How many people claim to be gods? ”
“Isn’t Magneto one? But what about him? He is just a poor guy hiding from place to place. That person is nothing more than a person who plays the role of a god.”
“Build a stage and perform for the world to see.”
“There is only one true God.” Cynthia Schmidt’s disdainful expression became fanatical again. Zemo’s expression did not change, but he sneered in his heart. He thought that the so-called only god this woman was talking about was the Red Skull.
But he didn’t know that the god Cynthia Schmidt was talking about at this time was not the same person he thought of.
“~Okay, we should continue our journey. ”
Cynthia Schmidt returned to the transport vehicle. Zemo and Brock Rumlow looked at each other and did not speak. Instead, they returned to the transport vehicle silently and continued to move towards their destination.
Under Zemo’s guidance, this specially built transport vehicle braved the wind and snow and opened a road under the ice.[]
One hour, two hours, finally, they came to a glacial canyon.
On one side of the canyon was a huge iceberg.
Zemo, Cynthia Schmidt, Brock Rumlow and another woman walked down from the transport vehicle with the Hydra soldiers and walked towards the huge iceberg.
There was a crack in the iceberg that penetrated the ice layer. The crack was very small and could only allow one person to pass through. The road was very narrow and winding. When you look up, you can see the irregular cracks above. Snowflakes fall every moment, but strangely, they don’t completely fill the cracks.
It seems that some force melts the falling snowflakes, and water drops flow along the ice walls on both sides of the ice cracks.
The group walked along the crack for a while.
Finally, they reached the end, which was much larger and could accommodate many people at once.
Zemo looked at Cynthia Schmidt and pointed at the iron door with thick gloves: “This door is fully enclosed and connected to the passage behind. I once tried to blow up the mountain to enter, but according to structural research experts, the power of the explosion will blow up the iron door while blowing up the passage inside and everything else. ”
Zemo had known for a long time that this place was built by the Red Skull. He didn’t know what was inside, but the relevant records allowed him to analyze (Wang Haohao) that there might be something that the Red Skull once had, that is, the Book of Skulls.
The Book of Skulls is said to record the truth of this century and keep many secrets unknown to many people.
“This is something my father left behind. Of course, I considered using violent bombing.” Cynthia Schmidt said coldly, walked forward, stretched out her hand and removed a coin with a Hydra engraved on it from her neck.
Put the coin on a corner of the huge Hydra skull pattern in front of the iron gate in front of him, and the coin and the pattern fit perfectly.
The next moment.
Boom~
A dull sound rang out, and the wholeThe iceberg began to shake wildly, and everyone took a step back unconsciously. Soon, with a dull sound, the iron door automatically moved to the left and shrank.
In front of him was a long dark passage.
“You all stay here.”
Seeing this passage, Cynthia Schmidt looked at Zemo, Brock Rumlow and others and said something, then walked straight into the dark passage.
Zemo and Brock Rumlow frowned, not knowing what they were thinking.
The latter glanced at the woman beside him. From the beginning, the woman was silent, without a word, but he felt the dangerous aura emanating from the woman. As the captain of the special operations team, he had experienced countless life-and-death battles.
He cultivated a very mysterious feeling.
This intuition saved him in many times of crisis, so Brock Rumlow believed in his intuition very much.
Absolutely do not act rashly.
As for Zemo, it is even simpler. He does not have any super combat power or super powers. If he makes any unusual movements, the Hydra soldiers behind him will definitely beat him into a sieve. .
