When Zhou Jinru drove into the car, someone had already noticed something strange and immediately reported it to Timos Manor.

Grace was worrying about another matter and had no time to take into account the sudden changes on Broken Avenue.

"Our ceremony was perfect and successfully awakened the Lord..."

Grace stared at his subordinates. If the ceremony was really successful, then why has nothing changed now?

The subordinate looked at a loss: "But the Lord fell asleep again. Maybe our sacrifice was not enough."

Russell next to him sneered: "Your master woke up and found that he didn't sleep enough, so he went back to sleep again. Is this what you meant?"

There is indeed no problem with this explanation, but no matter how I listen to it, I feel it is not respectful enough.

"No, there must have been an accident during the process, which made the ceremony less than perfect."

Grace stood up angrily. He still maintained Zhang Han's appearance, walked back and forth a few steps, and said to Russell: "Now is the critical moment. Once the keel is transported to the Broken Avenue, everything will be finished. What do you want?"

The mobile city will move from dreamland to reality."

"But, I need your help now. The Lord is still sleeping. Dreams are always dreams and cannot become reality."

Russell picked up the water glass and took a sip. He missed the taste of the drink in the glass: "I haven't touched this thing for many years. I can only taste it in my dreams."

"Russell, what are you still delaying?!"

Russell drank the drink in his own way, turned the cup upside down on the coffee table, and said calmly: "Without you as the master, can the dream really not become a reality?"

"What have you thought about saying?"

Russell stood up and punched Grace in the face with lightning speed, knocking him to the ground.

The hero of St. Aral stepped on him and said coldly: "I thought you didn't betray the Rust Belt. Rather than helping us, it's better to say that you are using us to awaken your Lord. Grace, I don't

I don’t have many years left to live if I allow anyone to hurt people in the Rust Belt anymore. There are some things I can’t do even if I want to do them again, but one thing I hope you and those behind you will remember is that people in the Rust Belt will not

Find yourself another master."

He took two steps back and spread his hands: "The dream ritual is irreversible, and your master has not awakened. If you don't escape now, I might hand you over to the Rhine Life Mobile Combat Force after dawn."

Grace sat on the ground, wiped the corners of her mouth, and sneered: "Russell, I never thought that people like you would completely trust us, just like Ivanov of Saint Martin while working with us to eradicate dissidents and studying us at the same time

characteristics to create equipment targeting us.”

"What do you mean?"

Grace's figure gradually disappeared: "Russell, the Lord will definitely wake up, and you will regret it."

…

…

The Rhode Island support team formed a defensive line like a turtle with its limbs retracted into its shell. The vehicles formed a circle outside, and in the gap left in the middle stood at least two heavily armed operators with large shields raised.

Hundreds of drones were circling overhead despite the wind and rain. Thanks to the efforts of the Communications Section operators, they could at least ensure a certain detection range.

At this moment, the carving knife that collided with the integration movement on the Broken Avenue also realized that Rhode Island's allies were not retreating at all, but retreating in an orderly manner. It was too late to say anything now.

The angry St. Aral people broke out with terrible fighting force, fighting with the mercenaries with various weapons. They shouted slogans to defend their homeland and entered the battlefield one after another.

"how so?"

Carving Knife used the back of the straight knife to knock down a St. Aral man who tried to attack her, and led the mercenaries to retreat in another direction. She did not dare, let alone cannot, retreat to the direction of her allies in Rhode Island.

"No, we can't give any help now. The people of St. Aral have lost their minds now. They will attack any outsider, because for them, today is a special day, the day they board the ship."

Get on board?

Amiya wondered: "I didn't see any moving cities around here, how did they get on the ship?"

Angelina didn't understand Zhou Jinru's meaning either, so she had to convey the original words to Amiya. Guessing riddles was not her strong point.

But just when she was about to ask more questions, she suddenly saw several people standing behind Angelina, with her back turned to them and facing the direction of Saint-Aral.

"An'yuan, come here."

Angelina was stunned. She read the tension in Amiya's expression, and looked beyond herself to look behind her, as if there was something behind her.

Out of respect for some surprising stories and her inner wish, Angelina did not look back out of curiosity, and quickened her pace to walk to Amiya's side. Only then did she see where she was originally standing.

Several back views.

"Who are you?!"

Amiya shouted, but those people didn't respond and seemed not to hear anything.

"These are not real people, they are phantoms."

At this time, Kelsey came in from outside, put away her umbrella and leaned against the door. Her figure passed among those people, as if to show Amiya that everything was not real.

"But, Dr. Kelsey, what are these?"

Amiya saw a man walking over who had penetrated the chassis of the car from the knees down. He had a solemn expression on his face and was opening and closing his mouth while talking, like a live mime.

Kelsey paused and said softly: "These are echoes of history."

"Remember our research on the field of Origin Stone? The Origin Stone is the carrier of the spirit. Saint Aral is a land city built on a mountain. Under it is an Origin Stone vein. The Origin Stone will passively record some

History is finally released in some way."

"What we are seeing now are historical images of St. Aral for hundreds of years, because the dream rituals of the Deep Sea Council and the roles we play resonate with the echoes of history at this moment."

While she was speaking, on the battlefield, Carving Knife and Cast Iron were struggling to retreat. The lost personnel could no longer be rescued. It would be great if they could run out now.

"what is that?!"

Suddenly, a badly damaged private car rushed over from Broken Avenue and crashed directly into them.

"careful!"

Cast Iron shouted, flew down and knocked down the carving knife, blocking the car with his body.

But a shocking scene happened. The car went directly through their bodies and fell apart in the air. At the same time, a man jumped out of the car and rolled a few times with a serious expression on his face.

.

"What exactly is going on?!"

I saw the man running fast, jumping, and making various evasive movements, as if something was chasing him from behind.

This picture was captured by a drone released by Rhode Island, and was quickly transmitted back to the wartime command center and displayed on the screen in front of Amiya.

"Doctor?! What the hell is he doing?!"

Kelsey glanced at it twice and immediately turned around and left. Her hurried departure made Amiya quite worried.

…

…

Zhou Jinru drove his car into the guard, but before he could really get close, the heavily armed guard used long-range weapons to blow up his car. Fortunately, he escaped by jumping out of the car in time.

Zhou Jinru didn't know how strong the combat effectiveness of the Colombian Guard was, but the guys in their hands were real, and it was in line with the Colombian tradition. They could clear the ground with missiles and never fight tough battles.

When Zhou Jin jumped out of the car, he only had a pair of pliers brought from the garage. He didn't have the ability to open the car door with his bare hands, so he had to flee.

"The people of St. Aral have always been passive defensive in history, and this is also the case in dreams. Now that I am actively attacking, will it affect the operation of the ceremony?"

As the guards' attacks on him continued to escalate, even to the extent of using shoulder-mounted launchers, this aroused the dissatisfaction of the San Yalal people in the rear. The angry people roared loudly and rushed towards the Colombian guards.

Extremely confusing.

The originally sunny and cloudy sky suddenly became overcast, and large raindrops began to fall. One or two drops gradually turned into a heavy rainfall.

The St. Jaral people paid a heavy price, using their flesh and blood as a shield, and rushed in front of the Colombian guards who were constantly retreating. An extremely cruel hand-to-hand combat began. From the beginning, there was no room for relaxation between the two sides.

Everyone goes there with the idea of ​​killing each other.

Zhou Jinru mingled among the crowd. The Saint Yalar people regarded him as a companion by default, and the guards regarded him as an enemy. The battle unfolded around him.

Amidst the sounds of wind, rain, shouts, and the loud rumblings of the approaching ship, Zhou Jinru raised his head and saw a vast ocean hanging upside down. Water columns fell from the sky, fell on the earth, and fell on the large ship, surging.

The strong current washed the hull of the boat, and it kept getting closer and closer to the people who sacrificed their lives. It was so close that you could reach it with just a stretch of your hand.

when.

A crisp sound came, drowning out all the noise.

Zhou Jinru turned around and saw a tall man who looked like a black tower, waving the war hammer in his hand and beating the ground of the Broken Avenue.

Every hammer he makes makes a crisp sound, shaking people's hearts and calling them to look at the big ship.

"It's you. I remember you. I don't know why you joined the integration movement. All players should say thank you."

Zhou Jinru stood next to the tall man and said thank you softly. He looked at the unshaven face and wondered what kind of reasons could convince his elder brother to give up his original idea.

The other party didn't seem to see him, but was still tapping the ground seriously. Judging from his expression, he should be doing something very sacred.

when.

Another knock, and the sound spread far away, far enough that the entire city could hear it clearly.

Russell, who returned from the dream world, opened his eyes. He also heard the banging sound. He stood up and looked out the window. The waterfall-like rain curtain could not block his sight. He looked in the direction of the Broken Avenue, as if there was what he had dreamed of.

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To be continued...