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Caesar City, the new White House.

In a long corridor, several people were moving quickly. Walking in front was a black man, about fifty years old, with a strong face. His needle-like hair and his beard were gray and white. His steps were powerful, but judging from the shaking fists he was clenched from time to time, he was very nervous now.

"Can't you determine the positions of those people?" asked the black man.

Ge Fen, the head of the intelligence department walking beside him, wiped the khan and said, "Sir, you must know. Not to mention that the Emperor is the Supreme, the Son of Dusk is probably also a powerful man of that level. Their movement speed is difficult for our satellites to track. More importantly, the energy they release during the battle seriously affects our instruments, so..."

They pushed the door and walked into a command room. This was a temporary response team specially set up for the Supreme Battle that suddenly broke out on Earth a few days ago. It can be said that it was a response team, but they could not even track the movements of Ofascists and others. They were helpless for several days. The black man clenched his fist and hit the door frame gently and said, "President Mobit asked me to take his position before going to Eboines, but now, I have no way to do it. Damn it!"

"Sir, you don't have to blame yourself too much. After all, those people are the supreme, and there are a few people standing at the peak of all living beings in the universe. I think if they start a war on Adahua Star, our allies may not be much better than us." Gerfen said with a wry smile.

The black man shook his head and said, "We must analyze the next location where they may be fighting based on the trajectory of their battle. I allow multiple locations to exist and then evacuate civilians in the war zone as much as possible."

Gerfen nodded: "This is the only way now."

The black man sighed: "Why did he choose the battlefield on earth? Damn it."

Gerfen said again: "The highness of Bethcod is here, and if he can contact him, maybe he can give us some tips."

The acting president turned around and stretched out a finger and said, "Send an unmanned flight ship to the war zone to see if he can contact His Highness."

"I'll do it now." Gerfen ordered a few people to walk away.

The black man walked up to the platform and said in his microphone: "Everyone, everyone."

The command room immediately became quiet, and people looked at the acting president on the platform. The black man lowered his voice and said, "Now it is the moment of life and death on our planet. Our Mr. President even entered Eboines alone and went to the front line to fight. Those of us who cannot fight on the front line and can only stay at home, what we can do now is to protect our home as much as possible."

"I know you are scared and at a loss in your heart now. Believe me, I am just like you. But we must muster up the courage, we must believe, we must believe in those who are fighting to prevent the arrival of dusk. Believe in the planet under our feet, and believe in ourselves. We have experienced so many disasters, but disasters have not made us surrender. In every darkest period in human history, there will always be people holding up the dawn of hope and illuminating an era."

"So I believe this time is no exception!"

The black man looked at the faces in the command room and said, "So, gentlemen... I will never give up!"

People looked at each other and a female sergeant shouted, "So, sir, I will never give up!"

"Never give up!"

People yelled, voices gave them courage, faith dispelled the fear in their hearts. Their eyes were glowing again, and their originally trembling hands became stable again. Gerfen came to the high platform and whispered: "The unmanned flight ship has been sent."

"Very good, next, like I said, I can only believe in the people who are fighting for it at this moment."

Gerfen smiled: "Now I know why Mr. Mobit can hand over your homeland with confidence."

The black man shook his head: "What I did is far from enough."

"Then let's work together." Gerfen said.

The black man laughed.

In the forest far away in the city of Never Sleeping, the Son of Dusk flew backwards uncontrollably towards Ofascism. The Emperor kicked the arbitrator with one kick, and one hand buckled the Son of Dusk's neck. The Son of Dusk's hands staggered towards the Emperor's hands. Ofascist immediately shrank slightly, but held the sword in the other hand stabbed it. The sword edge was connected at the intersection of the two sharp blades, and a circle of golden ripples appeared. The ripples spread, and the trees around him shook the shock waves, and the battlefield where the two were located expanded a little further.

The son of Dusk bounced the arbitrator with two swords, raised his swords high, and was about to cut it down. However, he saw Ofascist pressing him with one hand, and he could not move immediately. The emperor raised the arbitrator and stabbed him with another sword. The son of Dusk let go of his hands, and two sharp blades left his hands, and nailed it to Ofascist's chest. He wanted to force the emperor away, but Ofascist laughed, but instead greeted him. The son of Dusk frowned, and did not want to "death with Ofascist", so he could only turn his swords and cut his hands towards the emperor. Ofascist did not avoid it at all, allowing the two swords to pull a wound on his arm, but the arbitrator hit the son of Dusk and stabbed it out from behind!

Alan in the air was shocked by his whole body. Until now, Ofascist's attack was truly a heavy blow to him. However, the body used by the Son of Dusk was always Archimedes. Seeing this scene, Alan was still shocked.

The son of Dusk clamped the arbitrator's sword edge with both hands, preventing it from going deeper, and said in a deep voice: "How did you do it?"

"Do you manipulate like a puppet? It's very simple, don't forget that I can manipulate metal." Ofascist said, and used force in his hand to send the arbitrator forward.

"Manipulate metal?" The son of Dusk narrowed his eyes and said, "You want to say, you can manipulate the iron element in the blood in my body?"

"No." Ofascist said: "I remember in the previous fight, I kept manipulating the metal of the earth to attack you. Do you think I didn't know that these attacks were futile? I'm not stupid. In fact, those attacks were just tricks. The purpose was to send some trace amounts of metal into your body so that I could control them. Just like now..."

Ofascist no longer pushed the arbitrator, but slapped the son of Dusk in the chest. The latter flew out, but could not control his body. He found that he had flew too far away, and then bumped over one tree after another. The rows of big trees in the forest were pushed down, and a "passage" was blasted out in the dense forest!

He pushed out a thousand meters in one breath. Ofascist reached out and held it with a snatch, pulling it back as if he was carrying something. So the Son of Dusk flew back again, and the Emperor held his hand up. The Son of Dusk flew into the air with a shout, becoming a black spot that was almost impossible to see in the night sky. Ofascist pressed down harder, and the Son of Dusk fell immediately, descending uncontrollably, and finally crashed into the ground like a meteorite outside the sky.

Suddenly, the impact point sank, but arched upwards around it. The ground was raised, trees shook away, soil and rocks exploded, and then circles of sand waves roared and spread. The forest shook like a blanket that was shaken by people. The trees poured down, the mud splattered and flew away, and the rolling dust filled the forest.

The dust was exhausted, and Ofascist stood on the edge of a huge round pit. He raised his hand and lifted it slightly, and the ground shook slightly. Then the Son of Dusk floated up from the center of the Son of Dusk. He had not many wounds on his body, but he looked rather embarrassed. The wounds that the arbitrator had passed through in the Son of Dusk were recovered. He could hardly kill him as a backing on the Twilight Hill.

Alan narrowed his eyes. The only thing that could give the Son of Dusk was the source demon, which was also created by the Creator, which was also the reason why Archimedes left the source weapon to Lannie at the beginning. In addition to it, other weapons in this universe, including weapons created by the power of the supreme rules, could hardly damage Son of Dusk.

But it seemed that Ofascism was not depressed, but instead smiled. The ground shook. A moment later, a long metal body rose from the ground, and then the second and third. Metal rectangles continued to rise from the ground, and they rushed towards the Son of Dusk. One of them swept behind him, and the cuboid was horizontally placed, and the Son of Dusk spread out uncontrollably. When the metal was attached to the back of his hand, a circle was stretched out from the metal body to tighten the Son of Dusk.

Following another metal body standing behind the son of Dusk, a metal ring floated up to lock his neck and legs. From a distance, Dusk Son seemed to be locked on a cross. The metal bodies roared away, and they began to combine next to the son of Dusk, efficiently and quickly building up all sides of metal armor. The Dusk Son looked at Ofascism coldly and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Aren't you not going to kill me? Then I will exile you forever!" Ofascist said in a deep voice: "Don't be nervous. Now I will create a prison for you, a prison that only you can enjoy. You can do nothing in there, you can only watch the passage of time quietly and taste the taste of loneliness alone. I will put you in the depths of the universe. As long as I am still alive, you will not come up with it!"

The son of Dusk's pupils shrank: "This is your countermeasure? Ofascism, what about your dignity as a warrior? Let me go quickly and we will fight another fight!"

"I would rather see you as life worse than death than shit. Perhaps this way, the dusk of the universe will not end, but will be extended infinitely. But I am very curious that if we destroy the Hall of Withering, we don't know what interesting things will happen."

The son of dusk said: "You can't do this, you..."

His voice suddenly disappeared because the fast-combining metal armor had blocked his figure. As the two metal armors were installed, a rectangular prison like an iron coffin was completed. Alan looked at the rectangle in surprise, and he could not even feel the breath of the son of Dusk. Obviously, these were not ordinary metals. After all, on it, Alan felt the power of Ofascism's rules.

Could it be that the son of Dusk was sealed?
Chapter completed!