Early the next morning.
"Hey idiot, wake up."
Angelil pushed open the door to Van's room.
The more contact she had with Fan, the more "unruly" she began to become.
This was not only because she was confident, but more importantly, she had a deeper understanding of Fan's character.
Without violating the Vatican's bottom line, his indifference is more of a habit.
Angelil walked into the room in a few steps, but Fan had already woken up early.
He was moving in the room with quick and light steps, very rhythmic.
His hands were constantly waving in the air as he moved, dimming the deep red lines, and as he waved, they became more and more like flowing lava.
The sound of breaking through the air continued to resound in the room, and Fan Na's strong muscles continued to undulate, with clear and perfect outlines.
And when he finally completed the action, he put on a pair of dark black burqas hanging on a hanger.
The large burqa fits perfectly on his body.
The reason why Yama people like cloaks and burqas is that they can well cover up the mechanical battle uniforms, so that they will not be too obtrusive.
"What's the matter?
Tell me."
Fan moved his body.
Only then did Angelil come back to her senses.
"Ahem."
Angelil coughed awkwardly, "The elders already know the news about your victory over Canaan.
Your strength has been recognized.
The elders have decided to meet with you today."
Angelil's fair skin His face was slightly red.
Fan nodded calmly and walked gently past Angelil, completely turning a blind eye to the beautiful face so close at hand.
Angelil wrinkled her beautiful nose and walked in front of Fan in a few steps.
Ten minutes later, two figures, one behind the other, finally walked into the Byron family meeting hall.
"Father, he is here."
Angelil said, and bowed slightly to all the senators.
Dozens of pairs of eyes instantly focused on Fan.
"I heard that you defeated Canaan."
Philan asked calmly.
After hearing this, Fan just nodded and responded in a calmer manner.
"Very good."
Feilan nodded, "Are you still used to using Annihilation?"
"It's very easy to use and suits me very well."
Fan replied solemnly.
"Yes."
Philan nodded again, "So are you confident in the final victory?"
"No."
Vaan replied.
"What are you talking about without you?"
"Do you think that what you have gained now is free?
You have been cowardly before you even joined the war.
Are all the Angels of Death like you?"
Many senators immediately became furious and simply could not accept Fan's answer.
Even Angelil pulled Lavan in a panic, she didn't understand why he said that.
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"Young man from the Angel of Death, haven't we prepared enough for you?"
Feilan frowned, "Destruction has consumed nearly three years of the family's income and taxes, and in the end it can only be exchanged for Is this your answer?"
After hearing this, Fan shook his head, "First, I will never blindly estimate the gap between the enemy and myself before seeing my opponent again.
Second, I am no longer the Angel of Death."
"Father, he is always like this.
I hope you don't mind, but isn't it true that he defeated Canaan?
And he didn't have Destruction at that time."
Angelil said hurriedly.
Philan closed his eyes and sighed, then finally nodded.
"Bring the things up."
He said slowly.
So under the protection of a team of heavily armed elite guards, a Byronian senator walked in holding a box.
At the same time, all exits in the hall were immediately and tightly blocked, and several fully armed high-level transformers even appeared behind Fan.
"Most of you have only heard of this thing, but have never seen it, and today I decided to let you see this thing with your own eyes.
And tomorrow it will leave Byron temporarily, Sent to central government custody.”
"This belongs to Byron, so I think you have the right to see its true appearance."
Philan waved his hand seriously and solemnly.
"Open."
When the creaking sound of the box being opened disappeared in the silent hall, dozens of pairs of eyes were all staring at the box attentively.
It was an insect crystal as pure black as ink, flawless and crystal clear, as big as two human heads.
It seems to condense the purest darkness in the world, so that its appearance even has the illusion of being able to swallow the light source.
"Wang Jing" Fan took a deep breath, a low voice, but it did not affect the shock hidden in his tone.
"Yes, this is Wang Jing," Feilan said seriously and lowly, "The reason why I let you see it is to let you clearly understand the meaning of your existence.
From the moment you see this thing, you Your destiny will be closely linked to it.
If it belongs to Byron, you will live.
If it leaves Byron, you will die."
"I don't care whether you have the confidence to win the final victory or not, and I don't care what means you use to win the final victory.
I only look at the results, not the process."
Fan narrowed his eyes tightly, and there was something called danger in his lowered gaze.
What he hated most was being threatened.
"Father, he will win, I believe in him."
Angelil hurriedly stood in front of Fan.
Looking at Angelil who was standing in front of him, Fan closed his eyes gently.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to normal.
He knew the significance of Wang Jing's existence, and also understood why Byron would forge Destruction for him at all costs.
They want to win, and they don't want to give up on Wang Jing at all, even if they are facing an enemy they can never defeat.
How important is Wang Jing's role?
Human beings have classified all the Zerg species they have seen so far into twelve levels.
But there is a type of Zerg that is not bound by these levels.
Their abilities are different from all regular Zerg, and their power cannot be defined by level.
They are the existences called the royal family.
The insect crystals they produce are called king crystals.
The three known low-level royals that were successfully hunted were found in the Angel of Death, the Ancestral Tribe, and the White Temple.
The prototypes that appeared in the Empire were suspected to be royal beings by the outside world, and it was through this that the Empire successfully developed mutant genetic technology.
The reason why the Angel of Death was able to become the leader among many transformed human organizations with its meager resources was precisely because of a king crystal they had obtained.
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The fundamental reason why da-ei cannot be copied by other organizations is that they lack the core genetic technology, and the source of this gene comes from the king crystal.
Therefore, the existence of Wang Jing is like a vital key.
Whoever can possess it can have unlimited possibilities.
"Can I touch it?"
Fan asked with his head slightly lowered.
"What did you say?
What do you think this is?
What do you think you are?
What qualifications do you have?"
"Wait a minute."
Philan suddenly interrupted the elder's roar.
At this moment, he stared closely at Fan's eyes, as if he was attracted by an inexplicable force.
"Let him go."
"patriarch" "Let him go," Philan said decisively.
Fan no longer hesitated.
He approached the king crystal in a few steps, and his pupils turned into pure darkness at this moment.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his fingers finally touched Wang Jing's surface.
Familiar and unfamiliar, or both, Fan didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings at the moment, but that inexplicable warm feeling was like a species that had been wandering alone and finally saw something he thought didn't exist. same race Yes, same race Within the dark insect crystal, an inexplicable tremor suddenly occurred, and this tremor became stronger and stronger, and became more and more stable.
Until the end, almost everyone was panicked, and even looked at the jet-black Wang Jing who was shaking at super speed in horror.
"They are resonating."
The scream of extreme horror was deafening and deafening: