"You should thank my master Mark for letting me come here, and before I came, I knew it might be farewell." Apollo said and hung up the communication.
Recall that it was Mark who called Apollo to him in Wudu’s office, but Apollo kept looking at the documents for a whole minute and didn’t dare to look Apollo in the eye.
"Lord, do you want to see me?" Apollo asked softly again.
"Well, something’s wrong." Apollo didn’t say go.
"I’m not with you for a day or two. Please let me know if you need me to do something." Apollo almost guessed something.
"Actually, I shouldn’t ask you for anything. You have been guarding me all these years, no matter whether I am rejected by everyone or I am in a high position," Apollo said and slowly took his gold-rimmed glasses.
"This is hand-picked by old Prince Philip. Of course I will carry it out to the end. I’m not sorry. You want me to go to Sydney, right?" Apollo couldn’t bear to see the Lord so hard to pierce the window paper himself.
It’s not difficult to speculate that Mark has already reached the order of the protoss soldiers to go to the battle headquarters of Longinus, but he has been slow to command Apollo.
You know, almost all the celestial semi-protoss in the world today have Apollo in the war, but not yet
Can lead this kind of troops into the enemy lines and return them? Let all countries be under the command of the semi-protoss gas … After much deliberation, Apollo is left alone.
"I’m sorry, your Lord. I have never taken good care of you. I always put you in the most dangerous environment and did much more than a guard." Apollo blamed himself.
"The Lord joked that if you want me to do something, even if I die, I will gladly accept it," Apollo said, kneeling down deeply. "I will try my best to protect you when I come back alive, but I will also try my best. If I don’t come back to Apollo, please take care of yourself in the future. There are too many bad people in the world and you need to control the future."
"Gu Xuan is too crazy and Zhang Lan is too crazy. Only you are the king."
"Take care of Apollo …" Apollo had tears in his eyes.
Sydney is too dead to be in the middle of it, and wanting to go back alive is to expect Apollo to understand this truth long ago. When Hufta sent the coordinates, he naturally shared them with all the surviving protoss corps.
"Listen up, everyone, and get to the outside of the Sydney Conservatory of Music quickly. That’s our stage. I’ll give you three minutes, and whatever you do, come quickly!" After Apollo finished, he rushed to the Sydney Conservatory of Music like flint.
Chapter six hundred and fifty-two Theater hunting
Sydney Music Theatre is located in the independent island of Sydney Harbour, surrounded by a steel bridge and connected with a 16-lane sea parking lot, which allows 30,000 people to enjoy the master performances at the same time.
Then the difference between musicians and masters depends on whether they have performed at the Sydney Grand Theatre, but after the invasion war, the Grand Theatre was completely banned and turned into an isolated island.
At the time of the descent, many semi-protoss corps also bypassed here and fell into the main city. If it weren’t for the hacker of Langinus War Command, the city monitoring system saw Joan walk in, otherwise I really didn’t know she would hide here.
The first team to arrive outside the theater was 7 teams. Fortunately, the fire man led the team to successfully kill the two lone wolf demons without any casualties.
The double knives that burn fire smell fishy. I think this journey is also a fight. Living is a manifestation of strength and luck.
"We seem to be too early?" When the double guns looked at it, "the boss said it was three minutes before we arrived, and it was only five minutes."
"It’s best to avoid being restless when there are too many" lasso warns.
"The best place to avoid is there." Team Leader 7 looked at the Sydney Grand Theatre not far away.
"Hey, are you serious? Intelligence shows that we are the only ones in Joan of Arc? " The team member said softly
"No matter how big the army is, there must be scouts. Scouts always walk faster and die farther than other soldiers. Unfortunately, we have to take this job as soon as possible." Team leader 7 is ready
The players looked at each other and shirked? Fear? No, at this time, no one will run away from anything. They team up and walk towards the huge Sydney Grand Theatre, holding weapons and their fingers contracting rhythmically.
It’s the first time for group leader 7 to come to the glass curtain wall at the entrance of the famous grand theater. In the past, people who are not rich but expensive have stepped in, but now there is not even a security guard who dares to sell tickets.
The four of them walked along the road signs. Although there was war outside, there was not even a speck of dust here, as if a wall separated heaven and hell.
Sydney is full of ferocious demons who devour all living things, but only the theater does not have such monsters, and even the bacteria are much less from the breath.
This theater is too big, and there are as many as thirteen venues. It is simply a delusion to explore it in twenty minutes, but the seventh group knows how to move because Beethoven’s Moonlight Music came in the corridor.
That piano performance is sad and inexplicable, just like a famous musician’s accomplishments for decades.
Following the feelings, the 7 th group walked towards the largest auditorium of the theater. The door of the opening hall showed that the members of the group crawled left and right and quickly hid behind the luxurious tables and chairs along the wall.
"Don’t be nervous. I don’t kill people when I play the piano." Joan’s human fingers tapped the keys to make the music reverberate throughout the concert hall in the room
The fire man looked at Taiwan Joan through the crack in the door panel, wearing a simple white dress and no shoes, just like the girl next door.
"I learned to play the piano before I became a machine. At that time, when the mercenaries came back from the war, they always let me have a piece. Later, I became a steel saint, and then I never talked about it again. Because the machine, no matter how sophisticated, simulated the real fingertip touch. I hate the piano or I hate myself." Joan talked to a stranger, Kan Kan, about her wanting to talk and communicate with real human beings.
"You’re surrounded. Putting down your weapon means resisting," the fire man warned.
"How ridiculous my life is a weapon. Let me put it, that is, let me die directly. How can I resist? Even if you live for one more second, is it meaningful to resist? " Joan smiled and said, "You haven’t arrived yet when you act. Don’t rush to die. It’s good to listen to me quietly and live for one more minute."
Joan said, 16 floating laser cannons flew from the skirt, and one of them could be smashed into slag with one shot of firepower, not to mention so much. The scouts did not detect more information, so they were imprisoned and became spectators in the concert hall.
Later, more than four teams came to be scouts one after another, and finally they all became Joan audiences, so that the concert hall, which can seat five audiences, was no longer so deserted.
Finally, everyone discovered the strange place, and the whole independent island of the Sydney Grand Theatre became a signal. At this time, all signals were connected, and teammates could not be called, and even a life-saving signal could not be sent out.
By 3 minutes, as many as 1,500 soldiers of the semi-protoss corps had exchanged information, and it was determined that as many as 3 people had not died, nor had they come to the road to mark the signal belt and disappeared here.
Apollo knew that there was someone inside, and it had been a long time. The signal here was obviously Joan Dejie. She could easily kill people with technology, and naturally she could cut everyone’s throat with technology.
"Listen, everyone, set up three lines of defense to block the line of sight of the Sydney Grand Theatre. Teams 6 to 2 come in with me. We are going to meet the woman who killed the carrier fleet." Apollo said, pulling out the NS double sword behind him and leading the team into the theater first.
When Apollo entered the concert hall, the piano disappeared and played for a long time. Joan got up and shook her fingers and had a big stretch. Those floating floating floating laser cannons surrounded her like spotlights. When Group 7 first arrived here, they saw the difference. At this moment, Joan was surrounded by more than five floating laser cannons on the stage. It was a terrible large-scale attack force.
"You scared them." Apollo left his entourage outside the concert hall, but he couldn’t figure out how they faced such an enemy.
"Please, I can play the piano, but it’s not hard to hear that level. It’s not awkward, but it’s ok." Joan Pear Vortex chuckled
"Your human expression … can be fake." Apollo frowned slightly.
"But it is the true self, the kind of human flesh and blood." Joan was livid.
"Only in this way can it be more like your real iron-colored mechanical human body" Apollo continued to provoke.
"Do you know why I want to come to Sydney Grand Theatre?" Joan walked out of the piano playing position. "Because it is far enough away from the city and attractive enough to all of you, I don’t want the city to be too troublesome and interesting to look for you everywhere, so it is easier and easier to wait for you to come to me."
"I admit that this is a very dangerous action, but I am willing to adjust all the orbiting satellite guns in Taili to blow you and the piano to slag, but unfortunately I can’t. This is the safest choice. You must see it with your own eyes and kill you yourself." Apollo’s fingers contracted rhythmically like a hilt serenading.
"It’s as simple as I thought." Joan slipped out two short knives that were the same as NS.
Chapter six hundred and fifty-three Eye falling
As the ground war is in full swing, the engineering corps led by Galileo in the central area of the Far Heaven Emperor’s Ring is also busy.
This is aimed at the core system of the Emperor’s Ring Area-the reconstruction of the Eye of the Eye mainframe is more complicated than when it was transferred from the Imperial Regiment.
At present, the joint efforts of Zhou Xian and Jack, the host of Sky Eye, have become extremely powerful. It is simply that the network gods in today’s world can know what is happening on the ground, and the amount of weapons they operate is enough to destroy the global creatures at least once. To some extent, the horror of the host of Sky Eye is equal to that of the core of the heart, which is even more terrible.
Now Galileo will be refitted again and the mainframe will be upgraded to a height of 15 meters. Looking up, the sky eye is as high as the Eiffel Tower. The mainframe base is equipped with four nuclear liquid energy engines attached to the core, which is responsible for giving it independence and ensuring that even if the whole ring area falls, the sky eye mainframe can still operate normally.