"Japan, one hour and twenty-seven minutes left to sink." Bai Mo closed the book in his hand.

This is really a tedious and troublesome task.

Bai Mo looked at the results made up of data in front of him.

In the next four minutes and eighty-one seconds, the aftermath caused by the sinking of Japan will create a wave and then spread in all directions.

First of all, the loss of the island nation of Japan will lead to the influence of the warm current, which will affect the fishing and breeding of marine fishery resources in the coastal areas of East Asia, and will cause some earth-shaking changes to the ecological environment.

In addition, there is a 99.97% chance that the new chain reaction caused by the tearing of geological plates will create an ultimate earthquake and tsunami of the largest scale in human history.

The natural disaster will spread towards the Asia-Pacific region, and the impact will directly affect all walks of life.

If the American and European hybrids were to fight each other, the financial pressure would cause 80% of the struggling countries to go bankrupt.

In today's world of close cooperation, this is an unprecedented disaster...

"And...the Japanese masterminds have already appeared."

Bai Mo looked at the scene in front of him. Dead River had been strangled by the Odins, and the rest of the shadow assassins were also besieged by masked enemies.

The Assassin's Guild has now lost its original ability to control the international situation, and they are unable to control these new versions of enemies that have emerged in the context of the return of the myth.

"Of the ■■ possibilities, all of them lead to the destruction of human civilization, without any exception."

The incalculable numbers result in a doomed increase in entropy and annihilation.

Uncertain geological disasters, the emergence of the Japanese mastermind leading to the emergence of those mythical characters, and the elemental chaos caused by the Nibelung...

A lot of troubles piled up on top of each other, and Bai Mo remained silent as he looked at the things that needed to be dealt with as a result of this incident.

These things indicate an ending.

Even if there was a saint who tried to stabilize everything here and guide them to become better according to the original order of human civilization, the result was already doomed.

Modern scientific society and the dragon alchemy myth are alien creatures that cannot be integrated together. The differences in various industries explain the outbreak of war.

The Arctic Circle War, Norma, Lilith, the Morgan Consortium, the America Military-Industrial Complex...all of these can be effectively controlled under the influence of the Assassin's Guild and will not collapse completely.

The Assassin's Guild is not omnipotent, and the shadow assassins cannot keep up with the speed of change in combat power.

"Huh..." Bai Mo closed the book in his hand.

"If it is simply the return of mythology, then this will be a battle between the old and the new, with countries dominated by modern technology fighting against mythology centered on alchemy."

"But the elimination of the Assassin's Guild has left me in need of a weapon to maintain healthy competition within the kingdom."

Bai Mo has always hoped that the creatures in this world can live a better life, that the civilization can be great and immortal, and that the tiny sons of mortal world can create magnificent towers.

Competition, war, conflicts between nations, and fighting from all angles can make the future of mankind better, and prosperity and hope will light up the stars.

“I am a beacon of light, guiding those who are lost and leading them to follow their own path.”

If you can't practice it, then I will help you practice it!

As long as the world sees human civilization becoming better, that is enough.

"I fight to protect the beauty of the world." Bai Mo whispered softly and made a decision.

Since the original Assassins' Guild was unable to effectively manage conscientious competition within the realm, they could not keep up with the legends of these newly emerged mythological histories.

Then, replace it with a better weapon that is worthy of the "weapon" you are using now.

As Bai Mo came up with this idea, the world seemed to have pressed the pause button at this moment.

The factories that were originally operating, the noisy streets and alleys, and the tourist attractions that were crowded with people, all of them stopped one by one, as if a video had its pause button pressed, entering a halftime break.

They were all white foam.

In the Lobe College, Bai Mo nodded slightly. The thoughts from his "self" made him understand what he needed to do next.

He closed his eyes and began to walk slowly on another layer of incomprehensible time and space, jumping. In this time and space, he was not alone, there were many white foams moving, like an efficient machine, operating non-stop.

Jumping across distance, transcending the constraints of time and space, Bai Mo pushed open a door in front of him and saw a lonely girl sitting on a chair.

The girl is Xia Mi, no, to be more precise it should be Jörmungandr.

She was attracted by Bai Mo's anomaly. She looked up and stared at Bai Mo in front of her, asking in surprise: "What on earth are you?"

Jörmungandr had seen all kinds of things during her dragon life, and she had eaten more salt than an ordinary person had walked, but she had never seen something as outrageous as white foam.

Bai Mo did not explain, but stretched out his hand and snapped his index finger.

"Snapped"

"A sweet dream, have a nice day."

The power enveloped Jörmungandr, causing violent resistance.

But she found that she could not resist at all and could only accept the assimilation of the unknown thing like the deep sea.

This is not an isolated case. Many beings who were originally watching and waiting were visited by Bai Mo one by one and then forcibly assimilated.

Chu Zihang looked at Bai Mo who came to him. He took out Murasame and opened his mouth to say something, but his consciousness was frozen, like a flying insect in amber.

Caesar, Pompey, or others, there were no exceptions at this moment. The white foam engulfed their consciousness and assimilated them to become a part of it.

After dealing with Xia Mi, Bai Mo took a step forward and came to Chen Motong's spiritual world, where they saw Yinglong nailed by countless nails.

"Did you agree to the deal?" Yinglong asked calmly.

Bai Mo shook his head, then reached out and pointed at it.

Yinglong felt the transformation of this incomprehensible power, and his bones rubbed against each other, making a crackling sound. "Are you the Supreme?"

"No." Bai Mo shook his head.

"Only the Supreme has such strength."

"Really?" Bai Mo answered casually.

Now he no longer needs to know any information about the Black King.

While Bai Mo was dealing with this, Lu Mingfei saw the system.

The system, which was composed of hazy light, took out two pills.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei looked at Bai Mo uncertainly.

Bai Mo reached out and placed two pills in his left and right hands.

"Red represents knowing, and blue represents not knowing."

"your choice…"

“I choose red.”

"Ok."

Bai Mo nodded and handed the red pill to Lu Mingfei.

After Lu Mingfei swallowed the pill, he lasted less than a second before falling into coma.

The effect of the blue pill and the red pill is the same, both of which make you fall into a deep sleep.

Watching Lu Mingfei sleeping, Lu Mingze chuckled and said, "Next, is it my turn?"

"…………" (End of this chapter)