After leaving the world of all NPCs

"Of course, I like the Emperor's mother the best."

"Can you give me a wedding ring?"

"It would be boring if I wanted this kind of thing myself."

"That is, you don't want to give it to me. Lying is not a good thing." Frederick the Great looked at him with a smile.

Ye Zuochen turned his head slightly and suddenly said, "Oh right, the human society outside seems to want to talk to me. We have agreed to talk today. I'll be out for a while."

Frederick the Great smiled but said nothing.

Eden also laughed in silence.

……

Tiangong City, on the top floor of the DEM Society building.

Walking in the front was Origami Tobiichi, wearing AST's dark blue combat uniform. Her blue eyes beneath her short white hair were like frozen glaciers. All her hatred was forcibly compressed in her slender yet straight spine. Only the tense knuckles on her clenched fists revealed the turbulent waves in her heart.

Beside him was Artemisia Bell Ashcroft, her military uniform neatly arranged, outlining smooth and powerful lines. Her long orange-gold hair was like flowing molten gold. Her beautiful face was expressionless, and her deep blue eyes reflected no ripples, only a calmness that showed that she was ready to face the end of her fate.

Ye Zuochen, whom they invited over, looked as relaxed as if he was visiting an interesting technology exhibition.

Dressed in simple casual clothes, with an upright posture, he scanned the space that represented humanity's cutting-edge defense capabilities, with more curiosity than scrutiny.

"Please." Origami's voice was dry.

Ye Zuochen looked at the huge blank wall in front of him with interest.

The next moment, the air made an extremely slight humming sound, and several translucent display screens as thin as cicada wings hung down from the ceiling without warning, like several huge curtains, instantly occupying the entire field of vision.

On the screen, faces appeared clearly.

These are the faces that frequently appear in global news headlines and determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people.

The heads of superpowers, the giants on the DEM board who hide behind the scenes but control powerful scientific and technological forces, the supreme commanders of special forces around the world that rely on manifestation device technology...

The rulers at the top of the pyramid of this planet are now crossing the distance of space and projecting their images here.

The images were magnified extremely large and the positions were arranged extremely cleverly, so that Ye Zuochen, who was standing in the center, had to tilt his head slightly to see every face clearly.

The invisible pressure, like a real mountain, poured down heavily from the screen.

This is a negotiation that determines the fate of the planet. On one side is the highest authority of both the light and dark sides of humanity, and on the other side is the core that is regarded as a "world-destroying threat" but shows a subversive nature of cognition.

Although he is not an elf, and the origin of elves has been proven to be human beings themselves, these backgrounds have become blurred at this moment, and only the confrontation about the right to survive remains.

Silence spread, and every face on the screen was serious and solemn, with the majesty of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time. Their sharp eyes penetrated the screen and locked onto the tiny figure below.

The invisible momentum was gathering, waiting for the moment when the young man looked up, waiting for the opportunity to begin the negotiation.

Tobiichi Origami stood in the shadows behind, feeling torn and conflicted.

On one side, there is a malicious hope that this hypocritical peace will be broken, and the flames will burn up those damned elves and the person who protects the elves.

On the other hand, the cold tide of reason made her fear the global war that would inevitably follow the collapse of the negotiations.

The tearing of these two extreme emotions made Tobiichi Origami feel a sharp sense of shame, and her body tensed up almost imperceptibly.

Artemisia's heartbeat was steady, her mission clear.

If the negotiations break down, he will pounce on that unfathomable existence with his flesh and blood body.

The inevitable ending is to be shattered into pieces and turned into dust.

But deep in his eyes, there was no fear or hesitation, only pure awareness.

The leaders on the screen were brewing their opening words, and the momentum had reached its peak.

Ye Zuochen didn't even look up, but just waved his hand gently as if brushing off a speck of dust on his sleeve.

call--

A fluffy, soft cloud appeared out of thin air.

The clouds rippled gently, and a figure walked out from it.

"Hmm?" Erya blinked and looked at Ye Zuochen with a questioning look.

Ye Zuochen looked at her and said, "Erya, use the box weapon for me."

"Clam?"

Erya was stunned and muttered, "Isn't this throwing me into big trouble again?"

Ye Zuochen smiled and said, "Why do nuclear weapons bring peace? Because they can bring equal death to the powerful and influential behind the battlefield. This is also the method with the least impact. You can't really use lightning to drill through the planet, right?"

"Too……"

A massive book with a huge golden cross on its cover appeared out of thin air above Erya's outstretched hands.

slam-la-

Then she spoke.

"John Abrams Carlton, His Excellency the 46th President of the United States of America."

"Oh, by the way, let me remind you that the lakeside resort you purchased in Virginia last Wednesday was purchased in the name of the private trust fund of your extramarital lover, Ms. Marianne Hopkins. The total price was $27 million. The funding came from consulting fees you earned last year from an energy policy adjustment through an offshore company controlled by the Rockefeller family."

"Your wife doesn't seem to have noticed yet."

"However, the video of your youngest son taking cocaine in his Princeton University dormitory last week, which was filmed by his roommate, is still lying on the campus police's encrypted server."

The facial muscles of the Commander-in-Chief on the screen twitched suddenly, and his originally rosy face instantly lost its color and became as pale as the white wall behind him.

His trembling hands tried to grab the water cup on the table, but he knocked the gold-plated pen next to it down, making a crisp sound.

Erya's gaze calmly shifted to the next Slavic leader, known for his toughness and iron fist.

"Mr. Vladimir Nikolayevich Ivanov," she said, even adding a hint of Russian-style rolling to her tongue. "The physical examination you underwent at the Kremlin's private medical clinic last week revealed moderate blockage of the left anterior descending coronary artery. The doctor recommended that you immediately stop strenuous work and undergo stent surgery."

"You ordered the medical team to conceal this report from the Cabinet."

"Also, the 'Amber Project' documents in the third compartment of your personal safe detail the flow of funds and the coordinates of the weapons handover point, using your control of Eastern European natural gas pipelines to secretly fund... an extremist organization attempting to overthrow the regime of a neighboring country."

"Unfortunately, a copy of this document was sold ten days ago by your most trusted aide, Colonel Victor Sokolov, to an anonymous middleman for the international security company Blackwater for 20 million euros."

The Russian leader in the picture had a weather-beaten face that instantly lost all color and turned ashen. His sharp eagle eyes stared at Erya outside the screen, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Sir William Duncan, Executive Vice President of the DEM Society's Board of Directors." Erya's voice turned to the well-dressed British gentleman. "Your hedge fund, 'Alpha Eye,' controlled through a seven-tiered offshore structure in the Cayman Islands, has, over the past three years, utilized DEM Society's internal, undisclosed data on space earthquake predictions to accurately short-sell related stocks in the global financial markets, generating profits exceeding $9.4 billion."

"Your lover, the famous opera singer Ms. Emily Rose, oh, and also your wife's best friend, just confirmed last week that she is six weeks pregnant. Fortunately, although she has three other boyfriends besides you, her child is yours."

The reserved smile on Sir Duncan's face was like a frozen plaster mask, shattering into pieces.

Erya's voice didn't stop, like cold water, sliding accurately to the next target...

Time passed by minute by second in dead silence.

On the huge screen, the faces that were once majestic and confident, and that controlled the world's power, now only had unconcealable fear, shock, despair and complete loss of composure.

Some people were swallowing in vain; some were slumped in their chairs, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes; some had distorted faces and were roaring silently at their invisible subordinates outside the screen, their saliva seemed to be spurting out through the image; and some were covering their mouths tightly, as if they were about to vomit at the next moment.

The carefully constructed composition completely collapsed, leaving only embarrassment, weakness and panic after all disguises were stripped away.

In the entire space, the only sound was Erya's voice, as if he was reading a fairy tale. He turned the pages of the huge book one by one, reciting the secrets that all the powerful people present did not want to be known.

Every name, every scandal, shattered the mask of authority they had carefully maintained and any delusion they had of controlling the negotiations, along with the screens high above them.

The air was as heavy as if filled with lead, with only the rustling of pages turning and Erya's flat tone.

After a long time.

Erya read out the information of everyone present and revealed all their secrets.

The greatest invention of mankind is nuclear weapons, not because of the damage they cause, but because they can be used against those in power.

In the past, no matter how the fighting was going on on the front lines, the people who waged wars in the rear were often safe and sound, especially after the advent of industrialization.

However, despite the advent of long-range nuclear weapons, all these rulers began to become peace-loving.

They didn't become peace-loving, they just knew they would be the first to die.

Ye Zuochen knew exactly how to deal with this group of people. Killing ten thousand people was far less intimidating than killing one person. "The 22nd Angel can see all the information of the past and present. This is an omniscient angel."

Then, with everyone's attention focused on him, he slowly took out a small object from his pocket.

A twelve-sided dice with sharp edges.

It looks like it was bought from a board game store on the street.

He casually crouched down, as if playing a game with an invisible child, flicking his fingertips lightly.

despair!

The dice landed on the smooth alloy floor, making a crisp sound and spinning around.

The dice stopped.

On the side facing upwards, the number "six" was clearly engraved.

Ye Zuochen's eyes calmly swept across the huge screen array in front of him, from left to right, pointing his fingers in the direction of the screen, as if counting the goods on the shelf.

"One, two, three, four, five, six."

The fingertips stopped steadily on the sixth screen.

The American president on the screen tried to remain calm, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed the storm in his heart.

"Where is he?" Ye Zuochen asked lightly.

Erya quickly scanned the announcement: "Outside the North American Air Defense Identification Zone, altitude 37,000 feet, coordinates 15 minutes west longitude, 15 minutes north latitude. A complete Aegis air strike formation, the flagship of the Free Judge. The formation includes three heavy frigates and a total combat personnel of 1,243 people."

Ye Zuochen instantly activated his own magical power and ignited the power of the gods.

Outside the window, above the sky.

With the top of the DEM skyscraper as the center, the originally clear sky was suddenly swallowed by boundless darkness.

Thick lead-gray clouds emerged out of nowhere, like boiling ink being madly stirred by an invisible giant hand. The clouds formed a terrifying vortex so huge that there was no end in sight, covering the entire field of vision.

Rumble——!

The majestic power of heaven suddenly came down.

Tobiichi Origami and Artemisia, the two top magicians, were the first to be hit. Their bodies trembled violently and they felt the ground beneath their feet sinking madly.

In their eyes, Ye Zuochen's figure seemed to rise taller in an instant, as if he had turned into an almighty god with his feet on the earth, his head reaching into the endless sea of ​​stars, and perched high above the nine heavens.

In the dark, a terrifying will that determines the fate of billions of lives and controls the birth and death of all things is like a real mountain, pressing heavily on every inch of their bones, every nerve, and every soul cell.

Breathing became a luxury, the blood seemed to have stopped flowing, and the bones groaned as if they were overwhelmed.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their bodies trembling violently involuntarily, and they barely managed not to kneel down with amazing willpower, but their knees had already bent, and sweat instantly soaked the lining.

This divine might did not stop in the conference room.

In the city, on the streets.

Passerby A looked up in confusion at the rapidly darkening sky: "Huh? The weather forecast didn't say there would be a thunderstorm today..."

"Mom! Look! What a big dark cloud!" The child shouted excitedly, pointing to the sky.

In the office building, a white-collar worker opened the window and frowned at the rapidly darkening sky: "Strange, it was sunny just now."

Housewife C hurriedly put away the clothes that were hanging out to dry: "This damn weather, it changes so suddenly."

Ordinary people were confused and puzzled, and just thought it was a normal climate change.

But all over the world, the highest military commanders of various countries, the heads of secret agencies, and the giants who control huge intelligence networks, who are deep in the core fortresses, bases, and command centers... the early warning screens in front of them are instantly covered with dazzling scarlet!

Global synchronous observation of abnormal atmospheric activities.

The energy index exceeds the limits of all known meteorological models.

The dark clouds cover the entire celestial body!

"Oh, God!"

"impossible!"

"This...what the hell is this?"

They knew better than anyone what it meant to have the entire planet instantly enveloped in a dark cloud of such magnitude.

On the screen, the American President's face, which was trying to remain calm, was now filled with only boundless horror and despair.