MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v6 Chapter 18 newborn

"Hello, Your Excellency Abaddon." Carl thought for a while, and still chose this relatively respectful and not so flattering address. She made a hoarse voice, and nodded respectfully to him as a salute: "I am Carl, the chief engineer of the second Pluto search force, with the rank of major."

a man. she said so emphatically.

Abaddon nodded casually, as if he heard it. When Carl heard this, it happened that his body gradually regained his strength, struggling to stand up from the bathtub, and standing in the water in a substandard military posture. The spar on her forehead was shining with emerald green light, and a faint golden light shone from the bottom of her eyes. She noticed that there was no hedron in Abaddon's forehead.

This means that he cannot consciously resonate with other people.

"You seem to be in good shape.

Abaddon slightly paused the pitch-black wooden stick in his hand, looked up at Karl, and said calmly, "Can you walk? If you can, come out and walk."

That's right, looking up - even though Karl judged that the female's body would not exceed 1.7 meters in height. Perhaps because of his father's influence, Abaddon's human posture chose a rather youthful face...and an extremely short stature, contrary to the huge size of the main body. Abaddon's body was not even six. If the long, whip-like ponytail is spread out, his appearance will be very close to Jesus. Of course. It's just getting close. Whether it's the cold and arrogant dark golden vertical pupils, or the almost charming and devilish face, they all show the opposite of **** and St. Augustus all the time.

Carl tried it, and walked out of the pool a little awkwardly. Moving forward slowly and mechanically like a puppet. The jelly on her body also began to melt gradually.

"No need, I'm the only one here." Abaddon looked at Karl indifferently, and said calmly, "And you can treat me as a doctor. Would you dare to expose your body in front of the doctor, Bing?"

After all, he paused his scepter, made a sound of heavy metal hitting the ground, turned around and motioned for Karl to follow.

"I'll take you to take a shower first. Your clothes are ready in the bathroom. After you get dressed, come out and follow me."

Abaddon's tone was calm and melodious, as if chanting sutras, but loud and clear. After hesitating for a moment, Karl raised his voice and asked in an uncomfortable voice, "Then...can I ask you a few questions, Your Excellency Abaddon?

"Why should I be replaced with this body? Does she have any special meaning and... why me?"

Her voice was low, hoarse and easily muted at first. But after saying a few words, she gradually got used to this body, and her voice gradually became soft and clear.

"Then let me ask you first, what did your father tell you?"

Abaddon asked

Carl thought for a while, and replied: I am here, I should be here to deal with the rushers.

"They can use the memory box technology of the ancients to avoid the detection of spiritual resonance, subtle influence, and even rewrite other people's memories. But the memory box is afraid of electricity, and it is easy to short circuit. Seeing that Abaddon didn't answer, Carlton Dun continued: "If I came across a suspect, I would try to electroshock him. "

"Okay, I probably understand. Then I will answer one by one.

Abaddon still didn't look back, just walked in front and said leisurely: "Let's talk first, why is it you... You can simply understand it as because of fate. You are just my assistant, whoever you are, but you happen to be Victim of this incident, so you get some of my father's memory. It's an honor.

"And you accepted your father's memory without destroying your own personality. This shows your ability. But you have ability even if you have luck. However, I still want to tell you one thing, human beings. Accept father's entrustment and solve this problem yourself It's just me... and you don't have much work to do, it's just a certain depth of spiritual resonance with the person I appointed.

"I think you should be able to understand. The reason why I can't act alone is because my father didn't give me the ability to resonate with the soul." Karl realized that Abaddon didn't have the crystal on his forehead, so he nodded quickly. As if seeing Karl's movements In general, Abaddon, who turned his back on Karl, continued: "As for the content of this body of yours...you will know soon.

Arriving here, Abaddon stopped in front of him.

His pitch-black gold scepter slightly raised, paused on the ground, and the door in front of him opened silently.

He turned around and said briefly. Carl stopped suddenly, and his chest trembled violently. But Abaddon didn't respond to this, he just slightly pointed to the dark "bathroom" with his chin, and cast his dangerous dark golden vertical pupils "into it." He said.

"You said... I'll find out soon?"

The key information has just been mentioned and it will stop.

If Karl guessed correctly, this should not be a coincidence, but Abaddon's intention. He just has such a bad personality—he specializes in controlling the speed of speech. When he said this, he was a little unwilling to open Carl, and couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

"You'll know when you go in."

Abaddon's tone remained unchanged: "It's related to the mission.

But just saying that, Carl suddenly felt a chill in his heart. It was as if he was stared at by an unprecedented terrifying beast, so he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to raise his head to meet Abaddon's gaze. After he entered, the door closed again without a sound. It seemed like a prank...but not quite. Because in this pitch-black room, Karl felt more and more clearly that his body seemed to be burning—it was not ambiguous words, nor was it an exaggerated description of pain. It's really like, the body starts to burn gradually without pain.

Suddenly, she saw it.

At that moment, a childish, gentle, sharp girl's voice with a strange sweet echo resounded in the air.

"my mother."

"my daughter."

my sister.

Many, overlapping voices sounded, calling Ruo Er like a nightmare. She felt more and more that her body was burning fiercely. Countless overlapping images, voices, languages, and knowledge overlapped together; the interweaving, blessing, and ending of countless lives were integrated, like hallucinations, like mirages, countless times in her ears. Turning back to the emerald green gemstone in front of Karl's forehead, it was gradually stained with golden brilliance.

…

She couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

Finally, she clearly saw a

That childish, gentle, sharp female voice with a strange sweet echo sounded softly in her heart: "Happy birthday."