Kyle didn't say much, he just stepped into the vast moonlight in the silence of everyone's eyes.

At this time, he was feeling the physical conditions of the various rangers fed back by the injured Esther, and knew that he did not have much time left for him.

This is his war. One person is an army, coming with thousands of troops and horses, pointing the sword at...the chosen one.

At the entrance of the institute, watching Kyle driving the SUV into the moonlight, the vibrant smile on Dr. Osborne's face gradually dissipated.

Behind him, they watched Kyle's retreating figure gradually become transparent under the moonlight, and finally only Dr. Osborne was left standing in the wind. After a long time, he turned around and walked back to the research institute:

"Then, the final arrangement has been completed. Father, will I be a son you can be proud of?"

He looked back at the empty research institute, leaned on the tattered sofa, and remembered the last communication with his father a few years ago.

Thinking of the humiliation and deep fear of facing high dimensions.

…

The Royal Capital of the Goblin Empire - the Ascension Research Institute located 2000M deep underground, in a room that no one can approach.

An old goblin was lying peacefully on the bed.

He is very old, his face is covered with dense wrinkles, and his cheeks are extremely skinny, as skinny as tangled old tree roots.

His bedside was filled with dense instruments, the most eye-catching of which was half a head soaked in liquid in a huge glass jar.

That was the first goblin who took the initiative to sacrifice himself in the "Ladder Project". He merged with the flesh and blood of an evil god who had the power over life, but because he could not resist that power, he kept wandering between life and death.

In the end, only this still conscious head remained in this world.

At the end when his body was about to collapse, the victim chose to give up everything he had.

"If you can use it, just use it. If I can still be useful to the plan now."

The continuously activated divine particles flowed into the old goblin's body along with the infusion tube, but they still could not repair his body and could only breathe.

He was really too old, so old that he should have reached the end of his life long ago. If not for this method, he would not have been able to survive.

He is actually not afraid of death, but he knows that he must live at this time.

As the screen in front of the bed shook, Dr. Osborne's image appeared on the projection screen.

He looked at the old goblin on the bed with a complex expression: "Prophet, we succeeded. The insect nest that destroyed the imperial capital has been repulsed."

"Why do you call me prophet every time we meet?" the old goblin sighed, his voice a little weak.

"Because you are a [prophet]."

"Oh, it's just that from a high-dimensional perspective, I can see more things than you.

What's more, the word "prophet" is too heavy. I have been waiting for you, and even to this day, you are not even willing to call me father."

"[Prophet], this is prohibited." The head suspended in the liquid made a dull voice, "Emotions will affect our judgment on the continuation of the plan. This is a very dangerous behavior."

The old goblin lying on the bed showed a relieved smile: "It's okay, [Life], I'm almost dead."

"I won't let you die, old friend." The head said lowly.

"But in this room, you and I will both come to an end." The old goblin said in a calm tone, and then looked at Dr. Osborne's projection, and there was a rare smile on Gujing Mubo's face.

:

"Long time no see, my child, you have changed so much. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to be with you all these years, and I won't be able to accompany you in the future.

Son, my journey ends here. From here on, son, you need to go on your own."

"Why? We have clearly repelled the undead, monsters and even the army of petitioners!" Dr. Osborne's voice was a little lost.

"Because I have seen the future. The sacrifices you made to protect me did not change the outcome. The pen from the higher dimension writes the ending. For you, that is 'destiny'.

I just glimpsed it and couldn't change it."

The old goblin spoke, and he said slowly: "My child, one day you must learn to admit defeat. This is not something that cannot be said.

I know the ending of the Goblin Empire, but I still came here, knowing and falling in love with your mother under the fireworks, and accompanying each other to death."

These are undoubtedly very shocking words, especially when they come from the mouth of a [prophet] who can predict the future.

"Even if you have a glimpse of fate, can you still not control it?"

The old goblin looked at him with a gentle expression and sighed in a low voice: "At least for you, this is indeed the case, child. There are only two ways for low-dimensional enemies to defeat high-dimensional enemies.

The first is that a high-dimensional guardian appears who is willing to help you resist the enemies of higher dimensions. The other is that you were once visitors from higher dimensions."

"Are you the guardian?"

"No, I didn't come here for that at first." The father revealed the truth without mercy, "We came to this world because we want to find our lost compatriots. This is not home. We want to pick them up."

go home."

"them?"

"There is no supernatural existence in the Shenhua Continent... Be it professionals or gods, they should not exist."

"So...that's it." Dr. Osborne lowered his head. Is this the truth about gods and professionals? This is really a cold and ridiculous reality, "Then, Mr. [Prophet], for you,

What are we, our world?”

The goblin who should be called "father" was stunned for a moment, slowly got up, dragged the sick body to Dr. Osborne's projection, and stretched out his hand to touch the light and shadow.

Dr. Osborne's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand across the screen, as if he wanted to touch his palm.

These few steps seemed to have consumed the last of the old goblin's strength.

"I may have fallen in love with a group of non-existent beings. Even their names are fictitious. But here we are, feeling their family affection and love; watching them love life while hurting each other;

Watching them have all kinds of desires, yet they are as good as gods.

I think this is a meaningful journey for me, and now I understand the meaning of this journey, and the low-dimensional mountains also have their own magnificence."

His eyes were quietly looking at Dr. Osborne on the screen. His firm eyes were so dazzling that it seemed that just by looking at him, Dr. Osborne felt infinite power in his heart.

"Father, I, what should I do?"

"Both the Chosen Ones and the Legion of Petitioners are just the residue of dimensionality reduction. At best, it's just a matter of which god dropped more residue.

The moment I understood this, I knew that my desire to bring my countrymen home had failed."

"Why?" Dr. Osborne asked calmly.

"Because they are just soul fragments from higher dimensions, the remnants of souls, from my hometown, everything I was familiar with has become one with the world.

Even if I kill those counterfeits bearing the name of God and take away their power, the people I take back will not be the compatriots we want to bring back, let alone... this world allows us to be civilized

"Continuation, how can I bear to live up to this kindness?" the old goblin said softly.

"Old friend, your body..." The goblin head in the glass jar shouted loudly.

"I sent most of my soul and the remains of my original body to Vientiane City.

Children, I have always helped you choose your future, but since you want to survive, you must face the dark side of the world yourself, even if it will cause you immense pain."

[The Prophet] stared at him quietly, and the gentle look in his eyes made Dr. Osborne wake up.

The confusion in Dr. Osborne's eyes disappeared at this moment. Unknown to him, there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes at this moment.

"Father, I understand what you mean. It is an honor for me to become a goblin like you."

…inside the institute…

Dr. Osborne chuckled softly.

"My father left it to us to choose the future of civilization, and I knew that we would be in despair, suffer, and be separated by life and death."

"Kyle, you grew up so fast that you neglected a lot of things, but I won't."

"If no one comes to save us, we will personally guide the birth of new successors to the Goblin concept. If the bullets fired at higher dimensions are to be powerful, they must have a good gun."

"We'll be the better guns."

"Kyle, now that the gun is ready, I don't know your secret, but I bet you will be the absolutely fatal bullet!"

"Don't let us down."

At this time, on the other side of the harbor.

The roaring off-road vehicles tore through the night and headed straight to Shenzhen and Hong Kong overseas.

About half an hour later, Kyle smelled the smell of anxiety in the air. On the far bank, there were fragments of limbs stranded on the shoal. The bloody flames that refused to die, the moment he got closer, like

The stars are rushing towards me.

…

Those blood-flame moths poured into Kyle's body like moths rushing into flames, and unprecedented surging power filled his body.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot. In a burst of air explosion, his figure passed through a distance of hundreds of meters, holding the Scarlet Sword in one hand and slashing towards the pieces of the ship floating in the shallow sea in the distance.

A terrifying impact split the sea surface, carrying a devastating impact and setting off a huge wave.

The roar of the giant beast came from under the sea, and the twisted remnants of the Chosen One were washed out of the water by the violent seawater in the impact.

"Humans..." The Chosen One roared in despair.

There are flesh-colored tubes on his body that are like earthworms, connected to the seabed, and he looks like a toy controlled by a puppet string.
To be continued...