Chapter 959 Never Lie!

The war goddess Morrigan disappeared.

The sky of Britain returned to a clear sky.

All the people in the foggy city could not help but follow Celtic Supernatural and shout praises to our king.

All of them were in tears.

Some were excited, but more were scared.

Xiao Yu did not know the outside world's evaluation of this, but according to the information he knew, the big move made by the Heart of the World Wonder Kingdom.

It was obviously enough to shock those villains.

Even the old forces, seeing this deep pit that had changed the landform environment beyond human control, should know how to restrain themselves.

And the concept of a great change that has not happened in a thousand years, with the appearance and influence of the war goddess Morrigan, no one can help but believe it.

Xiao Yu looked back, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space and scanned the distant British land.

The Celtic King he transformed showed a trace of sadness, shook his head, reached out and grabbed Princess Alice who was still swinging the sword, and a white light enveloped them.

Immediately, the Celtic King and Princess Alice disappeared from the field of vision of the observation equipment.

Only the remains of their battle with the goddess of war Morrigan were left, waiting for the scientific research teams from major forces in the world to come and study.

After leading the operation of praising my king, the bald man of the Celtic Supernatural also smiled and jumped away continuously, and then jumped into the sea under the watch of the sailors of the French fleet, and then quickly escaped from the detection of the scanning equipment on the ship.

"What?"

"The Celtic Supernaturals... just left like that?"

In the British Underground Security Office.

The British Prime Minister, who had just breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that the goddess of war Morrigan had disappeared, couldn't help showing his disappointment after learning the news.

"Hey, the Celtic supernaturals, are they really still unwilling to contact us British?"

"Well... maybe their policy is not to contact mortals." The official who was a historian kindly advised: "After all, don't we all know that even the major forces in the Black Forest have no records of contacting Celtic supernaturals?"

"Whether it is the Normans or others, it is obvious that the Celtic supernaturals treat everyone equally."

"In addition, our group of separatist forces who claim to be descendants of the Celts are even more panicked now, right?"

" That's true." The British Prime Minister nodded and smiled: "Those guys are dumbfounded now, right?"

"Hey, don't think I don't know that they have renovated the church in the past few months, and built a lot of ancestor worship, druid wooden houses and other projects. "

"What's the result?"

"The Celtic Supernatural came and left, and didn't contact them at all!"

"Those politicians should also see the general situation and dare not oppose us and hold us back." Speaking of this, the British Prime Minister thought of the underground of the crystal mine in the Land of Disappearance, but there was a semi-finished military base.

He couldn't help but feel a little distressed for a while, but then comforted himself for a while.

"At least because of the nuclear explosion, we evacuated in advance, the personnel were saved, and the key data has been uploaded without loss."

"By the way, I remember there was a small town nearby before, there were no casualties, right?"

In the British Prime Minister's opinion, although the battle between the goddess of war Morrigan and the king of Celtic was extremely grand, fortunately, in order to avoid the nuclear explosion, the authorities arranged for evacuation in advance, and casualties should be minimized.

Unexpectedly, a minister in charge of the matter wiped the sweat from his forehead with an ugly face and said:

"Prime Minister."

"The military personnel have basically evacuated, and only a very small number of people need to be hospitalized for indirect injuries due to the nuclear explosion."

"But...civilians."

"According to the subsequent inventory, we found that at least 125 people are missing."

"They may not have had time to evacuate the devastated area."

"..."

An official next to the Prime Minister was slightly startled and thought of a troublesome problem: "Then what should we do?"

"Declare them missing... or dead?"

"If it is normal, in order to avoid trouble and to protect the interests of the insurance company consortium, we will of course declare those who can't find their bodies to be missing."

"But now almost everyone does not think they can survive such a terrorist attack that destroyed the earth."

"I think we should declare that they are very likely to die, and all compensation and appeasement matters should be handled according to the death standard."

After thinking for a while, the British Prime Minister nodded in agreement.

Declaring these people dead will undoubtedly make the officials and interest groups bleed.

But in such a critical moment, appeasing people's hearts is undoubtedly the most important thing.

I think that anyone who is not short-sighted should understand their choice.

After making the decision, the British Prime Minister walked out of the security office with the ministers.

They will take a special plane back to the Prime Minister's residence in the foggy city immediately, and then deal with the mess left by the war goddess Morrigan and the Celtic supernatural war.

A few hours later.

The surroundings of the abyss pit are full of media reporters and scientific research teams from all over the world.

Everyone who sees such a sinkhole with no end in sight for the first time will feel a tingling scalp and a chill in the spine.

Especially when they understood that it was created by extraordinary power, they all imagined that the extraordinary power was several levels beyond that of a major killer.

It has replaced Ivan the most powerful killer in many people's minds.

And in the foggy city area.

It brings together medical teams and professional volunteers from all over the world.

Attention, the word professional!

Even volunteers must receive professional training!

And, just in case, there are armored vehicles and a team of heavily armed elite soldiers every 100 meters to protect safety.

On the one hand, it is to prevent the monsters summoned by the war goddess Morrigan from slipping through the net.

On the other hand, it is also to prevent someone from taking advantage of troubled waters.

However, the citizens of Britain's Foggy City have a very glorious tradition in this aspect.

As long as there is an opportunity to smash and loot, British schoolchildren will seize the opportunity to participate.

The British government, which knew the nature of its citizens, dispatched elite foreign mercenaries from forces such as Citigroup and France.

Only these soldiers can make the British citizens, young and old, aware of the danger.

At the same time, the inventory work is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

A minister in charge of scientific research noticed a message.

But it was the news that the scientific research institute on metallic nitrogen was completely wiped out in this disaster.

"The research institute is located within the range of a nuclear explosion, so it is suspected that the communication was lost due to the nuclear explosion, and then was it affected by the duel between the war goddess Morrigan and the Celtic King?"

"Professor Marov..."

"Metal Nitrogen Research Team..."

After reading the report, the minister shook his head, picked up a pen and signed: What a pity.

Then, he asked the adjutant to remember to sort out the list of affected persons and hand it over to the aftermath department before starting to deal with other matters.

Obviously.

Professor Marov and his metal nitrogen team have failed to produce results for decades.

It has long been marginalized in the hearts of the upper class.

Therefore, even if they are all destroyed.

It didn't make the people above feel so distressed. After seeing the report, he said softly: Got it.

British officials did not know this.

Just when they were too busy.

Professor Marov, whom they thought was dead.

At this time, he was standing in an underground secret room about the size of a football field with high spirits, and he was arrogantly training more than a hundred researchers in front of him.

In particular, a certain manager who had been holding up his funds was reprimanded by him but only dared to greet him with a smile, which made Professor Marov feel happy for a long time.

After being reprimanded by Professor Marov, the more than one hundred researchers finally understood the reality they were facing now.

They are no longer in Britain.

Even... maybe it's no longer in the real world.

According to Professor Marov, they were saved from the clutches of the war goddess Morrigan by the great superhuman boy Anderson.

Then because the other party happened to be short of manpower, they were brought to this secret realm in an alien space.

It can be said that from now on, the life and death of these more than a hundred people will be in the hands of young Anderson.

Moreover, under the threat of Professor Malov, the boy Anderson, as one of the successors of the old supernatural forces, is proficient in soul magic. If he is angry, his soul will be played with even if he dies, making him unable to die.

And about that.

The researchers all noticed the faceless puppets surrounding them.

These soldiers with only eyes and noses were wearing iron armor and holding round shields and spears like guards.

Although it looks very human.

But just looking at their featureless faces and dull eyes, you can tell that these guards are not human at all.

Fortunately, they can act and obey Professor Marov's orders.

So weird.

None of the researchers were reckless enough to try to figure out what the consequences would be if they angered the owner of this place.

But this is reasonable, after all, there is no one with insufficient IQ who can eat this bowl of rice.

They listened obediently to Professor Marov's explanation of Chaofan's strict requirements for them.

He remained silent.

Until... Professor Marov felt that the big stick had given enough publicity. Seeing the researchers trembling all the time, he felt much more comfortable.

He began to mention the benefits Xiao Yu promised to these researchers:

"Everyone, perhaps many of you will feel that what I have done is unkind, causing you to leave your family and friends, and restricting your personal freedom."

"But I promise, you will all be grateful to me soon!"

"Yes, that's right, you will all be grateful to me!"

Professor Marov opened his hands, took off his glasses, exposed his white teeth and said, "Have you seen what I look like now?"

"Is your face flushed and energetic?"

"Yes, this is all thanks to the extraordinary. He gave me a magical potion that only extraordinary people can have, allowing me to regain my youth."

Upon hearing this, the researchers became a little commotion.

Those who do research have more or less occupational diseases, and many of them look very old.

They noticed that Professor Marov had indeed changed a lot.

Looks full of energy.

In addition, they have more or less heard about extraordinary magical potions.

Many people couldn't help but believe it, but they were not sure whether they were qualified to get it.

Professor Malov enjoyed the envious eyes of those researchers and continued: "Master Anderson hired me, hoping that I could complete the research on metal nitrogen and put it into practical use."

"Oh my God, this is too difficult."

"Although I saw the instruments of the research institute piled up in the corner next to it, Professor Malov, you should know that we can only repeat failures with these instruments."

A red-haired female professor stood up and looked at Professor Malov worriedly and said: "Aren't you worried about not completing the task?"

"Hahaha."

"Don't worry, Master Anderson will not force us to produce results. Everything about us is in his eyes. As long as we don't be lazy, even if we fail in the end, he will not punish us."

Speaking of this, Professor Malov began to paint a big picture : "Master Anderson will hire us for one year."

"During this year, we cannot contact the outside world and can only complete the research tasks assigned by him."

"But we will not work for nothing."

"Every researcher present will receive at least 10 million British pounds in salary after one year!"

"The bonus will not be lower than your annual salary in principle!"

"In addition, if we complete the research on metallic nitrogen, in addition to the bonus equivalent to one year's salary, Master Anderson will distribute extraordinary potions so that everyone can be reborn!"

"Although I can't guarantee that everyone of you can become extraordinary, at least you have a much better chance than ordinary people."

"At worst, you can be reborn like me."

Professor Malov's big pie is obviously very tempting.

Don't look at the scientific researchers fiddling with instruments worth hundreds of millions every day.

In fact, except for the awesome people, the salaries of most scientific researchers are at a well-off level.

Some professors who have the wrong research direction and are withdrawn by investment institutions but still have a stubborn temper may even become poor and even in debt.

The new researchers are a group of miserable people who frown for rent.

As Professor Malov's research institute is marginalized, the number of researchers who are researchers is the largest.

Ten million British pounds is a huge fortune that they can't earn even if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime.

It's enough to make them excited.

Not to mention the extraordinary temptation.

But...

"Professor Malov, how can we trust you?"

The red-haired female professor was also very excited, but the conditions were still too good, which made her worry.

"Because this is what I promised."

Suddenly, a young man's voice came from the secret room.

It was the Anderson boy transformed by Xiao Yu who personally appeared on the scene to calm down Professor Malov.

The Anderson boy, floating above everyone's head, slowly flew in front of everyone and said with a smile:

"I believe you have all seen me."

"I, Anderson!"

"Never lie!"