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"She will be able to awaken her past life memories immediately!"

"By then, Kaisha will have retired, and the Justice belonging to Alan will immediately lead the Angels to set sail once more!"

"Even if the Angel Civilization at that time suffers heavy casualties in an increasingly difficult environment..."

"Based on the new Justice Order, Alan will instantly resurrect those female Angels who died in battle..."

"Tsk tsk, this 'replacing the bird in the cage' play of yours is being pushed to the absolute limit."

Hexi nodded slightly:

"You're right. The question is, will doing this be useful?"

Su Ming was puzzled:

"Eh, you've already embarked on a different path, why do you still care about this?"

"Oh, just tell us!"

Kaisha also stepped forward and took Su Ming's arm:

"Tell us, I'm also very curious whether doing this can escape being targeted by the universe's anti-perfection mechanism."

Su Ming shook his head:

"Unfortunately, no!"

"The anti-perfection mechanism doesn't target a single individual, but the entire Angel Civilization that led to the consequence where only Shenhe Body lifeforms can have a future in the Known Universe!"

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"Kaisha, believe me, if your plan really succeeds and Alan returns to take the throne."

"The targeting the Angel Civilization is meant to face won't be reduced by a single bit!"

"If Alan dares to rashly resurrect dead Angels to increase the civilization's war potential... then it's game over!"

"It's not out of the question that the Great Attractor of the Angel Nebula would collapse on the spot!"

Hiss!—

Kaisha and Hexi both gasped in unison.

Truly ruthless!

How much hatred and resentment must there be?

To cause the Known Universe to target them so much...

But Su Ming indicated that if similar actions occurred in a world where the Heavenly Dao flourished and the Karma Liquidation System evolved into a Great Tribulation... like the Great Desolation!

...

Forget the Angel Civilization, even if the Three Primordial Tribes fought together, they would be targeted to death by the Great Tribulation!

"Then... what about Alan?"

"Heh! Cold salad!"

"Eh, don't be so cold, honey, pretty please..."

After a bout of acting cute and spoiled from Hexi, Su Ming could only surrender helplessly.

There was no way around it.

She was already leaning on Su Ming's back, proactively using her 'assets' to nudge him; not giving some indication would be a bit ungentlemanly.

After thinking for a moment, Su Ming said:

"Just follow my plan. You might not have noticed, but the pseudo-personality of Anixid is merging with Alan's soul as the Holy Alan Kingdom expands..."

"In the future, when they become one and the kingdom's successor is trained..."

"She will board the Astral Express. At that time, she will be the chosen leader of the non-Angel faction Trailblazer!"

As fellow Trailblazer.

Su Ming didn't want the Trailblazer to scheme against each other in secret, or even have internal strife because of it.

Letting Alan-Anixid represent Su Ming while also handling the Angels' plan to control other Trailblazer would just happen to alleviate such disputes.

Seeing the apocalypse set sail once more, heading toward the stars.

Kaisha, her troubles resolved, immediately shed her military uniform and transformed into a Knight of Beauty.

Hexi soon joined in as well.

Though it was a body of a pseudo-clone, with the cross-realm communication protocol, it was like being there in person, barely enough to comfort the two Queens for their hard work over the past few days.

Chapter 282: The Idle Clone Su Ming! Shadow of the Night

"Village Chief? Can you hear me? Hello!"

In the headset, the relentless questioning from Omar gave Coulson a headache.

This was the third day of the security mission for Tony Stark.

Just now, Iron Man had made a flashy appearance at a Midnight party and, in front of all the guests and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, staged an eye-searing farce.

Seeing Colonel Rhodes leave with his face flushed red with anger...

That's right...

Colonel Rhodes was indeed a black brother.

But Coulson himself couldn't figure out how the redness on Rhodes' face was produced.

Sighing, Coulson said helplessly:

"I can hear you. Omar has appeared. May I ask, do you have something?"

On the other end of the line, the clone Su Ming asked back unhappily:

"It's not that I have something, it's what are you guys doing?"

"Fuck!"

"Didn't you notice that black brother named Rho-'113'-des is heading toward the underground processing center?"

Ah, this...

Although... but...

Coulson's expression was a bit complicated: "Sorry, Mr. Omar, this is an agreement reached between the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. leadership. We have no right to interfere..."

Thinking to himself 'as expected'...

The clone Su Ming continued:

"A backroom deal, eh? I get it, just a standard procedure for Agent Smith... But whatever, I'm not interested in how much benefit S.H.I.E.L.D. can squeeze out of this anyway..."

"I'm asking, baby Tony has been holding Midnight parties for three days... no, it should be a week."

"Many have come with ill intent to scout the situation, but not a single one truly wants to kill him!"

"Village Chief, I'm just saying, what were you thinking, having the Ge Men back you up for such a boring mission?"

Just as Su Ming finished speaking.

Boom!—

The floor exploded, and the metallic-colored War Machine soared up.

With a clang, it landed on the stage. Ignoring the dumbfounded baby Tony, it turned and roared at the room full of guests:

"Leave here! Now!"

Rhodes was answered by expressions that looked at him like he was an idiot.

Damn it, is he sick?!

Do you have any idea how many dollars the party invitations in the hands of the Ge Men members are worth on the market?

Dismantling a hundred black brothers like you to build a Gundam would be a massive loss. Besides, this is Iron Man's Midnight party!

The ladies hoping to take the opportunity to become the chairman's wife would be damned if they agreed!

Not only were the guests dissatisfied.

Baby Tony himself was even more displeased as he lifted his faceplate: "Fuck, Rhodes, don't be a buzzkill! This is my party!"

"Party? Fuck, go tell it to my fist!"

The faceplate snapped down, and the sole thrusters erupted violently. Aided by the plasma engine, Rhodes' War Machine shot out like a bolt.

Clang!—

With one punch, Tony hastily lowered his faceplate, and in the next instant, he was sent flying ten meters away, knocking over the champagne tower and the DJ booth behind it in succession!

"You've angered me, Rhodes!"

"Ha! I'd rather believe that's the result of alcohol rotting your brain!"

After exchanging a round of harsh words, the two began to brawl again.

The scene was filled with screams.

The beautifully dressed gentlemen and ladies proved with their pathetic scrambling figures that in the face of violence, so-called interests and persistence shatter at a touch!

"Holy shit! Mr. Omar, did you see that?"

Coulson was not doing well at all. Baby Tony... bah! Is Tony Stark out of his Mind?

Or does he want to monopolize tomorrow's social news headlines?

The clone Su Ming said lazily:

"I saw it, so?"

Coulson was helpless:

"I mean, this scene right now happens to need Mr. Omar's power to intervene forcibly. The goal is to ensure Tony Stark's life safety!"

Unexpectedly.

The clone Su Ming immediately refused:

"I'm not doing it!"

"..." Coulson looked numb. Again?!

"Village Chief, show some of your professionalism. Haven't you noticed? That black brother named Rhodes just wants to give baby Tony a lesson!"

"Don't worry, his attacks aren't lethal!"

"If you ask why... does the fact that they're both very restrained in their use of palm cannons count?"

Coulson: "..."

Is it possible that the Ge Men isn't blind either!

The problem was.

It was rare to catch the military's weak point.

The Black Braised Egg Director at the Triskelion just wanted to take the opportunity to squeeze the military a bit!

Unfortunately.

The foundation of the clone Su Ming's existence was no longer the authority of the Mind.

But Su Ming's fundamental Way of Star Casting!

Within the coverage of the Creation status, Coulson's little thoughts were clear as day.

He didn't want to do free labor for the Black Braised Egg!

Vaguely guessing Omar's thoughts, Coulson stopped talking and immediately organized the other agents to evacuate the elites present...

Three minutes later.

With a flash of fire, after War Machine crashed through the wall, it headed straight for the military base.

The clone Su Ming, who had already slipped away to Hell's Kitchen upon seeing this, decisively turned off his headset. Holding a pair of exorcism holy judgment guns in each hand, he kicked open the security door.

He raised his hand and fired a shot.

Boom!—