blogombal Chapter 311: The Plan Begins!
Chapter 311: The Plan Begins!
"Who are you?"
Ganata's small hand pointed straight behind her—to the girl who had been standing quietly at the edge of the starry sky, watching everything from the very beginning.
Her fingers were taut and straight, the tips slightly white, as if she were about to poke a hole in the air with them.
Beneath the purple helmet, a pair of light blue eyes narrowed slightly, their gaze like two sharp knives.
The girl's sharp little tiger teeth were already showing—white and pointed, gleaming with a cold luster under the starlight.
Her lips parted slightly, then closed slightly, and a low, guttural sound, like a small animal guarding its food, came from her chest.
Coupled with his seemingly agitated tone, she really disliked this newcomer in front of her—
This dislike is not a rational judgment, but an instinctive, territorial alertness.
"My name is Disciple." The silver-haired girl's voice was as calm as a still pond, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Her pale purple eyes returned from the starry sky to Ganata's hostile face, and then she pointed to Hanlu in the distance, who was still greeting the sentinels who had arrived later, and said frankly, "He brought me here."
Her movements were natural and unpretentious; the finger pointing at Hanlu was slender and long, and the nails shimmered with a faint pink hue under the starlight.
After she finished speaking, she didn't say anything more. She just stood there quietly, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, like a newly planted tree.
Of course, all of the above descriptions are from the imagination of a girl who seems to be breathing.
Ugh, that despicable bastard! He's already flirting with other women as soon as he goes out!
At this point, it seems that this cannot dispel the inherent aggression in Ganata's tone.
The two girls faced off—one like a cat with its fur standing on end, radiating an aura of "this is my territory";
The other is like a calm lake, unmoved by wind and rain.
Amidst this silent standoff, Adam looked at the android before him with some surprise.
That's right—artificial humans.
As a fellow android, he is hailed as "the most perfect life form".
But when he looked at this possible kinsman in front of him, he felt an indescribable sense of kinship at first glance.
That feeling wasn't a blood tie, but a deeper, more essential resonance—
Like two mirrors reflecting each other across a long corridor, they saw something similar in each other's reflections.
"Excuse me—" Adam's voice was gentle and soft, like a breeze brushing across a lake, "Have we met before?"
His body leaned slightly forward, his short golden hair shimmering softly in the starry sky, and his eyes held a sincere, unadulterated curiosity.
"I don't belong to this universe." The disciple's voice remained calm, almost indifferent. "I was just born too. I don't believe we've ever met."
Bob, the sentry who had come to greet Hanlu, was startled when he heard what the other person said.
No, "just born"?
He looked down at the disciple before him—
Her long hair cascaded down to her waist, her light purple eyes shone like two polished gems, and her features were so exquisitely beautiful they seemed unreal.
Then she turned her head and looked at the girl version of Ganata next to her.
Uh—it seems that according to the stories Hanlu told them, Ganata can only be considered "newborn".
That's not right.
Bob's gaze lingered on Hanlu for a moment, his eyes carrying a malicious smile that seemed to say, "Do you have some kind of peculiar hobby?"
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was about to say something—
Hanlu slapped him.
With a crisp "smack," neither too loud nor too soft, Bob's head tilted to the side, his smile freezing on his face.
Bob blinked, scratched the back of his head, and stepped aside, looking completely bewildered.
---
The Cold Dew season has arrived among everyone.
His gaze swept over Ganata, then over the disciples, and finally settled on Adam and Bob.
He cleared his throat, pointed to his disciples, and began his introduction.
"This is a new friend I've made."
His voice was steady and clear, as if he were making a formal diplomatic introduction: "She is powerful, and also an artificial human. A woman who was originally supposed to have a male appearance—"
But considering your weird political correctness and stuff, I changed it back to female.
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Uh—Adam, your feeling is right. You and she have a deep connection."
However, you could say you're of the same race—you two can talk about it.
The Cold Dew solar term was briefly introduced.
After all, strictly speaking—
The disciples almost possessed the Living Tribunal, while Adam directly became the Living Tribunal.
The relationship between these two sides was indeed established by the Tribunal for Life.
But the actual introduction hadn't even begun—
The relationship between these two sides was indeed established by the Tribunal for Life.
But the actual introduction hadn't even begun—
Hanlu snapped her fingers.
A soft "snap" sound.
In the surrounding starry sky, the two women who had been facing each other and sizing each other up—
Ganata and the disciples were both drawn to the sound.
They turned their heads and looked at Hanlu.
Then they discovered that a blonde girl had appeared beside Hanlu without them noticing.
The two were completely bewildered.
The blonde girl was wearing a five-pleated long skirt in the British style—
It wasn't one of those elaborate, layered dresses, but rather a simple, clean-cut, knee-length skirt with a touch of equestrian elegance.
The skirt is embroidered with simple red patterns, which look like flowing flames under the starlight.
A distinctive ahoge (cowlick) sits atop his head, moving erratically in the air without wind, like an antenna receiving signals.
With his arm at his waist and his thumb hooked around an unseen belt, his posture was natural and proud.
A pair of emerald green eyes, illuminated by starlight, resembled two emeralds, clear and deep.
"Come here—" Hanlu stretched out her hand and beckoned to the blonde girl. "Let's get acquainted. This is Saber. You can also call her the Saber-haired King, the Knight King, Artoria, and so on. Whatever you like."
The blonde girl nodded slightly, and her ahoge (cowlick) twitched slightly.
She didn't speak, but her posture made her stance clear.
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Hanlu refused a group of people who were gaping, uttering a series of exclamations, and acting as her background figures—
He only cares about one thing.
So he raised his head and looked up at the starry sky.
Those black eyes gazed further and further into the void, their gaze growing ever deeper.
He traversed dimensional barriers, passed through nebulae and galaxies, and crossed timelines—
Finally, on the scale of that vast universe, he saw that enormous mechanical head.
That's Lugurgos.
No—not just Lugurgos.
More importantly, it's what that mechanical head is calculating.
It is the intersection of countless causal lines, the superposition of countless futures, and the collapse of countless possibilities.
It was a huge, complex, and mind-numbing formula—
And the result of that calculation was gradually approaching him.
"There will be a lot of trouble ahead." Hanlu's voice turned serious, changing from light and cheerful to calm and composed.
His gaze returned from the starry sky to the faces of everyone present.
"I want you to stay here. To protect this world."
He looked at Adam.
"Adam, believe me—you will be even greater in the future."
But now, you need to wait. Because I think you might have a new, more suitable path.
Adam nodded slightly, his gentle eyes filled with trust, not doubt.
Golden light swirled around him for a moment, like a star exploding in slow motion.
Hanlu looked at Bob again.
"Bob, come with me. You need to unlock your full potential."
Bob shrugged, his gesture conveying a hint of helplessness, but even more so, anticipation.
A smile appeared on his face—
It wasn't the suppressed, restrained smile of a sentry, but a genuine, somewhat childlike smile, like someone about to unwrap a gift.
Hanlu's gaze continued to move.
He looked at Ganata, at the disciples, at the golden-haired knight king, and at those who stood further away, waiting quietly.
He didn't continue—because he actually had a very absurd idea.
For example, letting Adam embark on the path he was supposed to take ahead of time.
But due to a series of unforeseen events, he became... eternal?
This resulted in the opponent being completely suppressed by its superior in every aspect, leaving them breathless and speechless.
But—now that I have several multiverse-level allies on my side, does that also mean I can completely—
Hanlu shook her head.
He quickly put the unhealthy thought out of his mind.
It's obvious he can't protect her.
He could indeed allow Adam to successfully replace a superior being, but the resulting chain reaction would be enough to cause the entire multiverse to collapse.
It's important to understand that replacing a figurehead is not a simple matter of handing over power or a smooth retirement—
No one wants to meekly submit; they can only use the most direct method—force—to subdue their opponent.
The good news is that Hanlu is very confident in terms of military strength.
If we consider the methods they've used so far, they could muster the strength of five multiverse-level combatants.
The opposing side also had five, and one of them was even of supercosmic scale—
However, for Hanlu, the Planet Eater is something that can be defeated in one move. Infinity and Eternity are barely able to protect themselves, let alone die—
Get lost, you won't even be taken seriously.
So he didn't care at all what his other sisters and brothers might do—
All he needs to do is ensure that one of his compatriots can take over the original position.
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"OK."
Hanlu's voice suddenly rose a few decibels.
His arms suddenly opened wide, like an eagle spreading its wings, or a giant embracing the entire universe.
Behind him, the vibrant colors of the concept surged forth like a tide, unfolding into a constantly changing and dazzling scene.
Let's begin!
His voice echoed in the void, like the tolling of bells, like thunder, like a horn from the ends of the earth.
"This will be an epic war that will sweep across the multiverse! The eyes of the entire cosmos will be focused here—"
A near-mad smile spread across his lips, and a flame burned in his dark eyes—a flame called ambition.
The words had barely left his mouth—
The supervillains who had been hiding in the shadows and seemed to have begun communicating with certain people started to emerge one by one.
From the cracks in the void, from the folds of the nebula, from the forks of the timeline—countless figures slowly emerged.
Laufey's icy blue light flickered in the distance, Surtur emerged from the darkness, his body wreathed in flames, and Malekith was followed by an entire fleet of dark elves, the serpent's heavenly hammer leaving a long trail of green light in the void.
This epic war, about to engulf the entire multiverse—
No one is exempt.
……
In a remote, post-apocalyptic universe.
When all life was moved by this divine act, in this most unknown little corner...
Deadpool was calmly eating kebabs on the street with his old friend Spider-Man.
Of course, Deadpool paid for it. After all, Deadpool knew that with Spider-Man's financial situation, he'd rather kill Spider-Man than pay for Spider-Man's money.
Everyone dreams of being Spider-Man, but nobody wants to be Peter Parker.
How absurd!
But it's okay.
He was a wealthy mercenary.
Deadpool likes to team up with super popular characters like Spider-Man because it's sure to boost his own popularity.
Deadpool, who was feeling smug about this, suddenly slapped himself, leaving Spider-Man, who was standing next to him, completely bewildered.
After all, with the world reset, there were no longer any conflicts or disputes between them, so Spider-Man naturally thought that the person in front of him was just a friend he had always been somewhat annoyed with.
Although he knew that Epic had always been a mentally unstable guy, you didn't have to slap yourself twice, did you?
But Deadpool knows, of course he knows!
He realized... he seemed to be acting a little strange. He should have slaughtered all the characters in the Marvel Universe and then stormed into the editorial department. When did he start fantasizing about this absurd hero life again?
It seems that those higher-dimensional influences have not begun to change because of the madness of this world.
But it's okay.
When the world begins to stop beating, everything around us is so quiet.
Deadpool stopped eating his kebabs and looked at the mysterious Asian man who had suddenly appeared in front of him.
Hanlu smiled slightly and extended her hand to the man in front of her.
"The plan has begun. Now you can do whatever you think is right."
Deadpool smiled knowingly.
"Let's do it!!"
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