Stray

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around, his gaze looked through the hood, looked at the armored youth and said, "This mission is over, you don't have to worry about it, everything is developing as I expected!" his voice was low and majestic.

After hearing the black-robed man's answer, the armored youth did not propose any other course of action. He bowed his head deeply, showing respect and obedience to the black-robed man. He understood that the decisions made by the black-robed people were all for the sake of a larger strategy and goal.

The black-robed man

continued: "Although the strength of the Human Alliance will continue to grow in cultivation, it is not enough to be afraid, our goal is not to destroy the human race, anyway, our genes are also genetically modified by humans, I have another important task to give you, this task ......" The black-robed man's voice gradually deepened.

After the armored youth left, the black-robed man finally took off the black robe covering his head, revealing his true face.

If there were people from the research institute here, they would be deeply shocked by the faces of the people in front of them. They couldn't believe their eyes, because they would see a person whose face was exactly the same as that of the galactic weapons in the Creation Project, like twin brothers, but with subtle differences.

His eyes were like a deep sea of scarlet, glowing with the traces of time. Every wrinkle at the corner of his eyes seems to tell an ancient story, which is the silent carving of the years, giving him a unique charm. Those eyes, though weathered, still shone with wisdom, as if they could see through the essence of all things in the world.

His skin took on a strange texture, as if it were made of the finest frosted glass, slightly shiny, as if coated with a thin layer of oil. His face is thin and resolute, and every muscle line is perfectly defined, giving a strong visual impact.

Although the years have left their mark on him, his temperament remains noble and mysterious. He stood there, as if blending into the shadows, making it impossible to feel his presence, but unable to ignore his presence.

It is such a person, at this moment, he is like a lonely mountain, standing on the boundless ice field, distant and cold.

"The trajectory of history is destined to be unchangeable, and even if we travel through time and space, it is still only a part of history. We cannot reverse the river of time, and the wheel of history is always rolling forward. No matter how much we try to change history, we will only become a part of history in the end, adding a small ripple to the long river of history. "

He just quietly looked at the steel city in front of him, silent for a long time.

"The established history has emerged, so in the future, we are bound to meet again, and as visitors to the past, we leave deep traces in the river of time. Our destinies are intertwined, and no matter what time and space we are in, time has long been meaningless. "

In an isolated island submarine base on the mother planet of Earth, there is a man in a black robe, who is in a state of extreme anger. He was alone in his office, his face flushed and his chest heaving violently. His hands clenched into fists, as if trying to suppress his emotions.

The

air around him seemed to freeze, and only his angry gasps echoed. His black robe looked even heavier in the light, like a dark cloud, which made people feel oppressed.

He jerked his hand up and swept a folder on the table to the ground. The folder arced through the air and slammed into the ground with a screeching sound.

His anger did not seem to be alleviated by this, but only intensified. He began to slam the objects around him hard, and the pen holder, computer, and folder on his desk were all slammed to the ground.

The entire office was in shambles, littered with scraps of paper and broken stationery.

When the black-robed man turned angrily and faced the corner, there was an oppressive atmosphere in the air. His voice was visibly angry, as if every word was filled with power: "Your goal has been accomplished, why haven't you allowed me to unify humanity!".

In the corner, the projection of another black-robed man gradually formed, like a blurred shadow gradually becoming clear. The figure of the black-robed man was exactly the same as the black-robed man before, as if it was a mirror image of him. He walked out slowly, each step as if he had crossed the barriers of time and space. When he walked up to the black-robed man, his eyes flashed with a mysterious light, as if he could see everything.

"You just need to do your own thing, you are not qualified to know my business. The black-robed man said lightly, an irresistible force in his voice.

"What do you mean by that?" the previous black-robed man questioned, his voice full of confusion and anger, "I have accomplished my goal for you, but you will not let me unify the human race?

"It's fate. The mysterious black-robed man replied, "Every choice and action triggers a cascade of effects that change the course of the future. You see, every decision we make has far-reaching consequences. You just have to keep going, do your own thing, and don't ask about the rest. "

"No!" the black-robed man roared before, "Since you don't follow the agreement, do you think I'm still a puppet controlled by you?" He slapped forward angrily! The source of his confidence was the dense apostles underground! This is a force that the entire galaxy forces cannot ignore, even the other party!

The mysterious black-robed man replied coldly, not taking the threat to him to heart in the slightest. He slowly raised his head, his eyes deep and cold through the hood of the black robe.

He looked condescendingly at the black-robed man in front of him, and there was an irresistible majesty in his eyes. His voice seemed to come from the abyss, and every word carried an icy chill.

"There are some things that you can't know. He said lightly, "You should understand that you only exist to complete the task I have given you, and now that this mission is nearing its end, you are no longer important to me. "

His voice was like a snow-covered wasteland, cold and unforgiving. The black-robed man's heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible force, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation spread deep in his heart.

He felt his breathing become rapid, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and anger. He knew that he could not save the situation, but he was still unwilling to let it be.

"You can't do this to me!" he roared, the muscles of his face contorted, and the angry black-robed man's hideous face was like an enraged beast, his eyes burning with rage, and the projection of staring at the other party slowly disappeared.

His whole body tensed, like a bow and arrow full of strings, ready to attack at any moment. His fingers gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, knuckles pale from overexertion.

The black-robed man lowered his head, and a fierceness flashed in his scarlet eyes. His heart was full of reluctance and anger, but there was no expression on his face. He knew that he could no longer be controlled by others like he had before.

"What bullshit fate, since you don't keep your promise, then don't blame me for flipping the table!" he said coldly, with a ruthless killing intent in his voice. He knew that the other party was all an excuse, and he was just a knife copied by the other party.

He jerked his head up, his scarlet eyes glinting with cruelty. A powerful force erupted from his body in an instant, and the entire room seemed to tremble, and the air seemed to be torn apart.