The wind started to pick up, and the tents used to shield the equipment nearby were being blown around loudly. Bei Sining stood outside the light membrane, touching the space with one hand, her eyes closed, her long hair tied in a ponytail flying in the air.
"Liu," the blond Allied man asked suspiciously, "what exactly is this expert you invited doing?"
The Xiong Kingdom leader's expression wasn't good either. He snorted, "Could he be a swindler? There are a lot of swindlers in your Xia Kingdom."
Old Liu said leisurely, "A liar? Have you ever seen a liar who's this beautiful?"
The leaders of other countries: "…………"
That's impossible to respond to!
Especially when Bei Sining happened to turn her head and glance at them from afar!
The leader of the Allied Powers was the first to recover, and he was furious: "Liu, stop joking at such a critical moment! This is a moment where the survival of humanity is at stake! Our sacrifices over the past few centuries are not child's play!"
Old Liu's face darkened: "Are you treating it like a game to send fourteen-year-olds to the battlefield?"
The leader of the Allied Powers was silent for a moment before saying, "How exactly did he conquer you? Did you really see him use superpowers with your own eyes?"
As a nation that produces a wealth of superpowered films and television shows, the Allied Nations are actually more eager than anyone else to believe in such a good thing.
When the subspace was first discovered, some people joked that Captain XX and Hero XX would no longer be hiding their identities, right?
However, entertainment brings joy, while reality brings pain; what doesn't exist simply doesn't exist.
Now that a superhuman has suddenly appeared in Xia Kingdom, the leader of the Allied Nations is both jealous and suspicious. They can't help but wonder, why not one of our own warriors?!
And is this true?
They hinted more than once that they hoped Mr. Liu and his group could let this expert "perform" for them, but Mr. Liu refused under pressure each time.
Even now, the old man still appears very trusting and shows no sign of backing down.
Even he didn't know what Bei Sining was doing standing there.
The leader of the Allied Powers was somewhat disheartened. He said irritably, "Let's wait and see. If things don't go well and he hasn't made a move yet, we'll bring him back. We can't let him affect the battlefield."
The "expert" at the center of the discussion had no time to pay attention to the arguments outside.
He opened his palm, revealing a small, intricately geometric red mark in his palm. This was the contract mark left behind by the Cave Immortal Mansion that he had destroyed, and it was now invalid.
He certainly didn't take control of the Cave Immortal's Mansion by luck alone; on the contrary, he did it through his strength.
Siming Cat was renowned among the demon race for his innate strength, and Bei Sining was the pride of his generation. At his birth, the color and power contained in his birth stone far surpassed those of his peers, making him a genius on whom the entire race placed high hopes. Otherwise, his second aunt wouldn't have used the story of "the smartest kitten" to frighten him.
The innate talents of the Siming Cat are closely related to the innate spatial laws. Bei Sining could make storage bags at the age of five and could construct a mustard seed space the size of a temple at the age of ten.
He was confident that, given time, there was no space he couldn't comprehend, no secret realm he couldn't conquer.
This fragment of the Immortal Cave Mansion's seal can help him deconstruct the rules more quickly and take the small world into his possession.
Unseen spiritual energy gradually covered the outer membrane of this space, as Bei Sining continuously searched for cracks and nodes to invade. The activity level in the small world wasn't intense enough yet; if danger arose, he would first withdraw to set up a protective barrier.
The profound rules are constantly evolving in the mind. The small world during the growth period is full of variables, making it difficult to capture any trace.
But he wasn't actually that nervous.
Bei Sining wouldn't make a promise he wasn't sure of. Since he told Wen Zheng that everything was fine, it meant he had some trump cards up his sleeve.
Even though he no longer had the companion stone, he still had the demon core to give to Wen Zheng.
The Companion Stone was Siming Cat's substitute demon core when he was young, and its power had reached a level that the entire cultivation world coveted. If he were to take out the demon core, he could do everything that the Companion Stone could do.
He's already self-destructed once, but he survived because he wasn't planning to die with his opponent. If his demon core is damaged again this time, he'll likely meet a terrible end.
So what?
He didn't feel any regret as long as the demon core was useful.
Bei Sining's thoughts raced, and after a moment she found the crack. She immersed all her divine sense into the spatial rules of the small world, and could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.
He cast a detection spell on Wen Zheng, which would alert him if the other party was in any danger.
It's alright now, he still has time.
Time passed by, and before long it was evening; the sky was as dark as ink.
The logistics department set up large lights, illuminating the area as bright as day. The monitoring team was exhausted, but due to their tense emotions, they all appeared strangely excited.
Every ten minutes, a new space activity report is generated and sent to the bigwigs at the command center.
Signals were completely cut off from both inside and outside subspace, and the command center had no idea whether there were any casualties or what the situation was like inside. Only the energy curve of space activity continued to rise, indicating that the situation was becoming increasingly dire.
A sense of oppression hung over them. The bigwig from the Xiong Kingdom kicked over the table first, then stood up and circled the table in the command center.
"What on earth is he doing!" The imposing, tall man pointed at Bei Sining and roared at Old Liu, "He's been standing there for eight hours! What has he been doing!"
Everyone looked up at him, and the big boss of Xiong Kingdom slammed his fist on the table: "No way! Maybe he's affecting the magnetic field by standing there! I'll go and bring him back."
Old Liu spoke slowly and deliberately, but his tone was firm: "You are not allowed to go."
The Allied leader was also very agitated, and said in a dizzy and confused tone, "You say it's forbidden and you just say it's forbidden? Look at the report, it's gotten to this point! The next moment, immediately, at any time, it could... be destroyed!"
These people are usually incredibly calm and collected, but at this moment they lost their composure.
Old Liu slowly placed the glaring red curve on the table with a heavy paperweight to prevent it from being blown away by the strong wind, thinking to himself, "It's not surprising."
Who can remain calm in a life-or-death situation?
When you know that Mars will collide with Earth in the next second, what can you think about besides looking up at the sky in fear?
Old Liu thought that he was able to be calmer than others only because he had lived a few more years.
"Don't panic." He poured a cup of goji berry tea from his thermos. The small red berries floated up and down, quickly freezing in the sub-zero cold.
“Let me tell you about this person,” he said.
"As you know, our Xia Kingdom is known for its strict political vetting. People of unknown origin are not easily allowed into the ranks or to reveal secrets. When this expert just revealed his identity as a superpowered person, our high-ranking officials were greatly shocked. Fifty people held meetings day and night to discuss whether to use him and whether they could use him."
A dozen or so bigwigs held papers printed with bright red curves in their hands. If you listened quietly, all you could hear was the howling wind and the sound of the printing machine.
"Antisocial personality disorder individuals must be excluded first, otherwise, what if they plant a bomb in the base instead of saving the world? Secondly, they can't be too disorganized and undisciplined, after all, they haven't been professionally trained, what if they get itchy fingers and break the equipment? Furthermore, we need to exclude those with too low IQ, mental illness, excessive emotionality, and all sorts of other possibilities... Finally, they must have something to care about."
Old Liu poured some more boiling water into the cup to melt a layer of ice, took a small sip, and continued, "In our ancient Xia Kingdom, when generals are fighting on the front lines, they often leave their wives, children, and elderly parents in the imperial city where the emperor resides to keep them occupied. One of the reasons we quickly agreed to let Mr. Bei join the core team is that he was concerned about one of our frontline soldiers."
“During our routine assessment inquiry, Mr. Bei showed unusual patience with his partner. When I talked to him about Wen Xiaoyou, he looked very proud. If I praised Wen Xiaoyou a few more times, he could hardly hide his smile. Haha, I’m getting old, and I look really cute.”
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "A person like that will definitely do everything in their power."
"Moreover, I also promised my friend Wen something."
Ten minutes have passed, and the bright red curve remains unchanged.
The crowd had been tormented by this anxiety for so long that they were beginning to feel numb. After listening for a while, the bigwig from the Bear Kingdom calmed down considerably and asked curiously, "What is it?"
“A few days ago, Wen Xiaoyou came to me, offering his achievements, contributions, and cooperation with policies over the years as collateral in exchange for a promise and an agreement from me.”
"He was a very disciplined young soldier who started training at the age of twelve. His resume was outstanding, with not a single disciplinary record. He was restrained, resilient, and possessed all the good qualities of a Xia soldier. He pleaded with me to trust Mr. Bei."
Everyone was stunned.
Old Liu smiled, his wrinkles softening with gentleness and kindness: "He told me a lot about Mr. Bei's boundless potential and the astonishing things he could do. He was worried that we didn't know, worried that Mr. Bei hadn't told us because of his pride, worried that we would force him to take on tasks at this time, worried that we would interfere with him... So, young friend Wen told me everything and hoped that I would trust him."
"The cunning little fellow even produced an agreement. It roughly stated that once this incident was over, we could not do anything to restrict Mr. Bei's personal freedom. But he didn't mention him at all."
"I signed the agreement and made a promise that as long as this old man is still alive..." Old Liu said with a smile, "Will you give me some face?"
The dozen or so high-ranking officers at the command center looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
In truth, besides waiting here, they really didn't have much else to do.
“My God…” the Allied nation member sighed first, “They have such a good relationship.”
Everyone looked at "Mr. Bei," who was still standing outside the light membrane. Even though they had dug out all the substantive information from that old fox Liu Anshi, they still felt a little more confident and hopeful.
At that moment, a liaison officer rushed over carrying equipment and said nervously, "Everyone, this is a message from the joint command!"
***
Inside the subspace.
If I had to use one word to describe this place, "bizarre and grotesque" would probably be the most fitting.
There are no traces of civilization here, but there are all sorts of unique natural landscapes.
They are illogically and forcibly mixed together; one second you're stepping on snow, the next you might be walking into a cracked earth flowing with lava.
Even gravity is like a decoration. Sometimes two landmasses intersect at a 90-degree angle. One second you feel like you're about to fly, and the next second you're pulled and thrown to the ground.
However, the most terrifying thing is not the harsh natural environment. The sudden disruption of space, or the abrupt reversal of time, is the ultimate weapon.
Initially, without detection and early warning equipment, the first generation of soldiers could only rely on intuition, or rather, luck, to avoid danger; whoever encountered them was almost certain to die. Now, technology has advanced significantly, but risks still exist.
Bai Shuang's waist was injured because she suddenly encountered a spatial cutting.
Fortunately, their target was very clear: a huge ball of light that stretched across the sky and earth.
The ball of light was a mixture of black and white, sometimes flashing with other incomprehensible colors. It expanded and contracted intermittently, like a transparent rubber ball being played with by a mischievous child, capriciously changing shape and tearing through space.
This is the origin of the warp's continuous growth. Once it moves violently, it will cause an irreversible explosion. What the warriors need to do is attack it with antimatter weapons and annihilate its ever-expanding force.
Wen Zheng and Wang Weina, along with their team members, were fortunate enough to set up their weapons in a rocky area.
The naturally formed boulders provide effective cover, making it a good temporary base.
Other teams seemed to have found suitable spots one after another, and the black and white ball of light began to be attacked.
Like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, the ball of light was eroded by antimatter bombs, leaving small holes. Wen Zheng, alert and alert, lay prone beside a tall rock, staring at the ball of light without blinking for a moment.
After a moment, he suddenly jumped down and shouted, "Retreat!"
Suddenly, the ball of light contracted, and then the entire space trembled violently. Balls of fire fell from the sky, like meteors falling to earth!
A triangular support suddenly appeared in the rocky area, inflated to firmly protect the weapons. Wen Zheng and the others filed in, waiting for the burst of energy to subside.
Then the cycle repeated itself, constantly searching for opportunities.
The light cluster was indeed smaller. After several years of dormancy, it seemed less active than before, and the intervals between bursts and vibrations were not as frequent.
But the soldiers dared not let their guard down in the slightest.
These are not toys; they lack thought and reason, and there are no established patterns developed by predecessors. They cannot repeat any situation they encounter.
After about ten hours of fighting, each group took turns sending people to rest.
By this time, they had moved their base three times, and there were fewer and fewer places available for people to settle down. It seemed that with the collapse of the warp, everything was becoming more and more chaotic.
Wang Weina suffered minor injuries and, without time to bandage them, they had to move towards the one o'clock direction, where two small teams had already gathered: Bai Shuang, Chen Xiaochen, and Pei Qi and his Xiong Guo teammates.