After leaving the world of all NPCs

The curve of Frederick the Great's mouth widened silently.

It was not a formulaic smile, but a smile that came from the heart and was filled with appreciation as if one had met a worthy opponent. The cold and dignified face softened a little because of it.

"Excellent. It's exactly what I suspected. Ye Zuochen, congratulations on passing the interview. The command of Iron Blood... is yours."

The moment she finished speaking.

Hey!

The door from the reception room to the inner hall was pushed open silently.

Belfast, with long silver hair flowing like moonlight, walked in with a silver tray, seemingly preparing to replace Sheffield for subsequent service.

Belfast's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible sharp light.

Almost at the same time, Sheffield, who was standing beside the emperor, raised his head slightly, took a half step back imperceptibly, and exchanged glances with Belfast who was approaching with a tray in the air.

The Iron-Blooded Ship Woman... kidnapped someone?!

In this delicate and tense atmosphere, Ye Zuochen smiled

"Your Excellency, although I have passed your interview, unfortunately, you have not passed mine."

The smile on Frederick the Great's face froze slightly.

It wasn't anger, nor astonishment, but a kind of surprise that was unexpectedly aroused.

The dark golden eyes, like the abyss, lit up instantly, as if a rare treasure had been discovered.

"Oh?"

Only one syllable was uttered, with the ending tone rising, full of inquiring meaning.

"Sit down and talk?"

Ye Zuochen ignored her question and casually pointed at the sofa opposite her.

"Happy to accompany you."

Frederick the Great readily agreed and sat down again calmly.

Belfast immediately stepped forward silently like a phantom, and with impeccable elegance, quickly tidied the table and placed a set of bone china cups with intricate patterns on it.

Black tea was slowly poured into the cup from the silver teapot that looked like a work of art. The steam was thick and the movements were smooth and silent, as if the emotional fluctuations just now had never happened.

Ye Zuochen sat down, picked up his teacup, and calmly looked at the figure across from him who looked like the Dark Madonna. "I need you. Not as the Iron Blood's flagship, but as a counselor. Analyze some of the recent events."

Immediately, Ye Zuochen's voice rang out in the cold reception room.

He will talk about recent events.

Visitors from the future, unusual movements in the prison barrier of Enlai Island, the sudden attack of the Doomsday Cult, and the existence that calls itself the "Vampire King" and carries a prophecy of despair...

State them one by one slowly and calmly.

The playful look on Frederick the Great's face gradually faded, becoming focused and profound.

After Ye Zuochen finished speaking, Frederick the Great did not respond immediately. Instead, he picked up the teacup and unconsciously stroked the warm wall of the cup with his fingertips.

Silence enveloped the reception room, with only the faint sound of waves coming from outside the window.

After a while, Frederick the Great put down his teacup, looked up at Ye Zuochen, and asked several key and sharp questions, pointing directly to the core contradictions and unclear clues of the incident.

Ye Zuochen answered them one by one, his words concise and to the point.

Finally, when the last question was answered, Frederick the Great's face once again showed that smile of control, as if he was reciting a war motto: "On the battlefield, courage means nothing. Whoever is closer to Laplace's demon is closer to victory."

"My child, you can maintain your rationality, which will make you victorious on the battlefield."

She put down the tea in her hand, and her voice was as melodious as music.

"The answer is simple. Since the choices of fourth-order beings transcend time and only fourth-order beings possess reality, why not utilize the choices of fourth-order beings to make the third-order scenario a reality?"

Ye Zuochen suddenly understood: "Cain wants to use me to change past history, and even change the future, and turn the Tianbu from aliens into future people."

Frederick the Great continued, "You said that the fourth-order choices could narrow down possibilities and determine the course of history."

"This 'choice' transcends time and can determine both the future and the past."

"My child, the most important question is - choice."

The corners of her mouth curled up and she changed her words.

"Or rather, power."

Ye Zuochen immediately understood what Frederick the Great meant. The existence of the fourth level can indeed determine the script of the universe, and change the past and the future at the same time, but what exactly is this "choice"?

Can it be modified with just a thought?

Or do we need to do something?

It is not certain in other universes, but in the Godkiller universe, it can be simply summed up in one word - power.

Every time a God Slayer uses his power, he is making a choice.

Possibilities are closed when power is used.

In other words...

"The God Slayer cannot actually decide the script himself, he can only use his power to decide the script." Ye Zuochen gave the conclusion.

Frederick the Great chuckled and said, "There are three players on the chessboard now. One is the 'Force of Destiny' that wants to eliminate the irregularities, the other is 'Cain' who wants the Heavenly Tribe to be favored by the gods, and..."

"I."

Ye Zuochen spoke indifferently.

Frederick the Great covered his face with his hands and stared at Ye Zuochen: "My child, what script do you want?"

Ye Zuochen raised the corner of his mouth and gave a matter-of-fact answer.

"A battle."

……

crunch--

The wooden door opened, and Ye Zuochen walked out of the [NPC World], along with two other graceful figures.

The midday sun poured unhindered onto the top of the "Foundation Gate" in the center of Genshin Island. On the carefully crafted sky garden platform, the sea breeze was strong and fresh, blowing the sleeves of the three people.

Half a step to Ye Zuochen's left, Frederick the Great, like the Madonna of Darkness, held his face in his hands and surveyed his surroundings: "This city is filled with darkness, and everywhere is filled with the afterglow of war."

Her height of nearly 1.9 meters makes her stand out from the crowd, and her long black hair dances in the wind like an inky flag.

"Frederick, is it really okay to continue to operate in this world?" On the right, there was another being with a completely different aura but equally powerful.

The girl's figure was as tall as a flagpole, and her long golden hair fell to her waist like a waterfall of molten gold.

The black military cap sat securely on her blonde hair, and beneath the brim of the cap, her blue eyes resembled the frozen Arctic Ocean.

The black tights with a waistline precisely wrap the powerful and plump chest and slender yet tight waist. The red lines outline the sharp contours, and the metal buttons and leather straps add a solemn atmosphere.

The red and black cloak fluttered wildly behind him like a burning flame.

Under the black shorts, a pair of straight and slender legs are tightly wrapped in black over-the-knee boots covered with mechanical armor components. The boot tips are sharp and the heels are high and slender.

Elbow-length black gloves covered her hands, their fingertips like blades.

A slender iron-blooded sword was slung across her slender waist.

The girl was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a cold light of iron and blood.

It was Bismarck!

"Ye Zuochen," Bismarck said with a barely perceptible detachment in his voice, "wasting time on such sightseeing doesn't seem like a wise move."

Frederick the Great, without looking back, spoke with the composure of someone in control of the situation. "Bismarck, be patient. The commander's considerations are far more than meets the eye. He possesses the power to transform us, the heroic spirits of our ships, into beings capable of carrying the new information weapon, the 'Familiar Beasts'. This is the core value of our activities here."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly. "The elixir of immortality gives you the foundation to build your 'Inherent Accumulation World.' The depth of this foundation determines the upper limit of the number of familiars you can support."

"Furthermore, the unique nature of the ship itself seems to have caused the familiar to resonate strangely with your ship suit, tending towards integration."

"When you return to your own universe, due to the differences in the laws of the two universes, the energy of the 'Void Pill' will make certain adjustments to you."

"The specific research needs your verification."

Bismarck nodded slightly: "The value needs to be proven."

"As you wish." Ye Zuochen raised a faint arc at the corner of his lips.

As the ritual of summoning the familiar was re-established, a magic circle leading to another dimension unfolded in the air.

Om-! ! !

An invisible force field instantly enveloped Bittmar.

It seemed as if countless streams of information were screaming and converging in the sky.

The originally cold and heavy steel ship suit around Bismarck suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver-gray light, and the structure of the ship suit was reorganized in the light!

The metal components wriggled and stretched like living things, emitting sounds of metal friction and deformation.

"Roar!"

A metallic roar resounded.

Bismarck's shipbuilding had been completely overhauled.

Replacing the original ship's guns and armor was a behemoth made of cold steel and energy pipes.

It was a three-headed mechanical dragon with three ferocious dragon heads and a steel body covered with heavy armor. It looked like a turret and also like a chariot.

Combat Armament [Geryon]!

At the same time, Bismarck's ice-blue eyes suddenly lit up, as if a frozen star had been ignited, and a new power roared in his body.

Bismarck could clearly sense that the familiar had been embedded in the mind cube.

hum!

His lower abdomen suddenly felt hot, and lines symbolizing the energy of the Void Pill appeared on the skin beneath his military uniform.

Bismarck slowly raised his hand, feeling the power surging in his body.

The three dragon heads of Geryon swayed slightly according to her will, emitting a low metallic roar.

"Frederick the Great's choice was correct. You are indeed a better choice than the Siren." Bismarck looked at Ye Zuochen and said meticulously, "I once fell into hell because of my greed for power."

"Even if I finally come to my senses, it's too late..."

"I never thought that I could be reborn in this way."

"I missed a lot while I was asleep, but now I'm ready to take on everything."

"Since both Frederick and Tirpitz have recognized you, I also recognize you. If you, as a fellow leader, can show me the way forward, I would be deeply grateful."

"Oh..." Frederick the Great elegantly cupped his delicate cheek with one hand. "Amazing transformation, dear Bismarck."

The resurrected Bismarck also recognized Ye Zuochen's identity as commander.

She immediately looked at Frederick the Great: "How many ships are left in our base?"

Frederick the Great said, "That's pointless. With the Commander's port, we can easily resurrect our dead colleagues and use the Mind Cube to add new ships."

Bismarck nodded slightly. "After we return, we will explain the situation and have all the ships under repair enter the harbor to pledge allegiance to the commander and complete the ceremony."

The two women immediately discussed the matter of loyalty.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard.

A slender black figure suddenly rushed out from the entrance to the platform like a bullet out of control.

Xiao Lingcai didn't even care about the two terrifying Iron Blood Ships present, and rushed straight to Ye Zuochen, her voice filled with anxiety: "Nagisa was taken away by her father and went to mainland Japan!"

Ye Zuochen nodded, without any nonsense, and immediately raised his hand to take out his cell phone.

"Drip-drip-drip-"

A rapid and monotonous busy tone sounded in the communicator, indicating that the call could not be connected.

Ye Zuochen lowered his wrist and frowned barely perceptible.

Akatsuki Nagisa was taken away and returned to mainland Japan. Is this the same plot as in the original work?

But Nagisa Akatsuki was not possessed by Agurora, and the Lion King Agency still had his people, but they did not report this to him.

These Japanese sword wizards are really unreliable.