The black-robed man had seen the Sword of Damocles before,

Of course,

He didn't see it with his own eyes, but through some video information.

In his memory, the Sword of Damocles was floating high in the sky,

The tip of the sword was pointing down vertically..

At least, it shouldn't be like this.

At this moment, the red Wang Jian..,

Was unbelievably close to the ground.

It was as if it was being manipulated by an invisible hand,

It waved flexibly in the air, rising when it should,

When it was time to land, it would land, and when it was time to land a heavy blow, it was not polite at all.

Every time the Sword of Damocles had a tendency to fall,

The people standing in the "open-air" headquarters held their breaths nervously,

They watched with rapt attention, afraid that Wang Jian wouldn't be able to stop the car in the next moment,

They became one of the "700,000 creatures."

A large group of people widened their bloodshot eyes,

Their hands and feet trembled as they raised their heads.

All the possible screams and escapes were annihilated in boundless fear.

Compared to the employees who were completely stunned,

The black-robed man was the first to come back to his senses.

With a hoarse and hoarse voice, he roared, "Why are you still standing there, you idiots!

Hurry up and evacuate!

Evacuate! "

Everyone was shaken back to their senses by this roar,

They immediately got up from the ground in a flurry.

Although they had already received the order to evacuate, the people who were still dizzy,

Could only run around without any direction.

Trampling and colliding,

Roaring and screaming,

The originally deathly silent scene suddenly exploded.

It became extremely chaotic.

The corner of the black-robed man's eyes twitched violently. "All of you, go to the storage room!

Everyone, get a space-time compass,

Be on standby! "

The Sword of Damocles had completely disrupted their original plan.

It was definitely too late to move the headquarters now. The only way was to let the employees escape with as many important things as possible.

However, even so, there wouldn't be too many things that would be rescued, not to mention that after that, it was still a problem whether these employees who were scattered in different dimensions could be recovered.

— — His heart was bleeding from the pain!

"Such a great loss … the Time Government … our foundation!"

The black-robed man muttered incoherently. Then, with bloodshot eyes, he raised his head and said hatefully, "Damn Fu Mourning God!"

At this time, only that person had the ability and motive to do such a thing!

That …

"Three, Jinjian!!!"

The black-robed man's expression was ruthless, as if he wanted to tear this name apart and swallow it alive.

"You called me?"

A cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind the black-robed man.

Like a cold current from the polar regions, it instantly froze time and froze all the resentment that had yet to be expressed.

The black-robed man immediately stiffened. After taking a few deep breaths, he tried to maintain his composure and turned around.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God was standing there quietly.

His background was a large area of broken building wreckage, and the color was a cold and monotonous grayish white.

Among the collapsed ruins, no other life forms could be seen. There was only desolation and desolation.

And in this scene that could easily make people think of the end of the world, the Fu Mourning God seemed to have become the only color in the world. It was unbelievably bright.

Despair, hope, nothingness, peace …

This was an extremely shocking scene, but the black-robed man had no time to appreciate it.

His chest was burning with the flames of anger, and every minute and every second was torturous. "Jinjian, even if you are now blessed by the King of Red, you will never escape Shi Zheng's wrath!"

To the black-robed man, or rather, to everyone's knowledge, the Sword of Damocles was the symbol of royalty. Other than that, there was no other possibility.

Although he did not know how Jinjian was related to the King of Red, the King of Red would soon fall from the sword and die. When that time came, Shi Zheng would not be afraid of a mere Fu Mourning God!

"The King of Red …"

The Fu Mourning God opened his mouth ambiguously. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and summoned a bright red light.

So, the King and Wang Jian, who had been smashing happily in the distance, suddenly appeared here.

"Hey, why did you suddenly call me over? It's very disappointing, okay?"

Having been unilaterally interrupted, Kakudu Xuanshi clenched his fists unhappily. "So, what is it this time?"

Jinjian had called him over not because he needed his help, but because he had been reminded, he remembered …

If he allowed Kakudu Xuanshi to have his fun, this place would really be destroyed.

Hmm … the falling sword seemed to be coming soon.

Jinjian only took a casual glance and confirmed that the red sword above his opponent's head had been damaged even further.

Kakudu Xuanshi sharply noticed the Fu Mourning God's gaze, so he immediately narrowed his eyes slightly. The corners of his lips curled up in an evil and unruly smile. "It seems that you have found out. In less than ten minutes, my Wang Jian will fall. So, do you want to take advantage of this opportunity to escape?"

He himself seemed to have no awareness of his impending death. Even now, when the date of his death was confirmed, he still acted leisurely, laughing at the ugliness of the people who were running for their lives.

But at least he had clearly informed the Fu Mourning God of the fact that the sword would fall and when it would fall, and he had no intention of stopping anyone from escaping.

What a merciless kindness.

Jinjian glanced at him lightly. "You can be quiet now, twenty thousand miles under the sea."

Kakudu Xuanshi: "…"

At such a high-class moment, you have to say this to me?!

After temporarily "pacifying" Kakudu Xuanshi, Jinjian quickly turned his gaze to the black-robed man.

"Let's make a deal."

The Fu Mourning God did not seem to care about the other party's hysteria. His unusually calm appearance almost made the other party jump in anger.

"Deal?!

Do you think that with your current position, Shi Zheng will still make a deal with you?! "

The black-robed man said through gritted teeth.

In the face of such a blunt rejection, the Fu Mourning God looked over coldly. His golden eyes, as bright as the sun, were covered with the cold winter snow.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

A clear and cold voice rang out slowly, "

"You have no right to say no now."

The so-called "deal" was just polite words. The right to speak was never in Shi Zheng's hands.

The black-robed man's expression changed a few times. Then, he looked at the King of Red, who was standing beside the Fu Mourning God.

Until now, he still thought that Kakudu Xuanshi was the one he had to be wary of.

After all, the Fu Mourning God was in charge of the Time Government. Their view of the Fu Mourning God's ability was deeply ingrained. They always felt that with the strength of the Fu Mourning God, he would not be able to make any big waves.

Jinjian noticed the hesitation in the black-robed man's gaze and immediately felt unhappy. "Where are you looking at?"

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Then, he suddenly waved his arm and quickly and neatly cut through the wind.

The black-robed man was still doubting his opponent's actions. After all, the Fu Mourning God had nothing in his hands. This action, which looked like a sword, was inexplicable and ridiculous.

However, he could not laugh in the end.

Because in the next second, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, a red streak streaked across his eyes.

The ground shook, and the black-robed man staggered. Then, his face was covered in dust.

At the same time, a gust of wind inexplicably blew, cutting his exposed skin painfully.

"What, what?!"

He coughed and hurriedly raised his head. Then, he saw the Sword of Damocles standing next to him.

"…"

The huge red sword was inserted into the ground next to him in a show of force.

After the black-robed man was stunned for a few seconds, the silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God suddenly loosened his grasping hand.

Then, the Sword of Damocles hummed and shook its body like a lazy lion. Then, it left the hole and slowly rose back into the sky.

Pursing his dry lips, the black-robed man, who had not yet recovered from his shock, turned around and saw the Red Of Gojoseon standing next to him.

The King of Red did not seem to have expected him to suddenly appear. After quickly adjusting his state of mind, he frowned at Wang Jian.

"Tsk, so troublesome."

Kakudu Xuanshi lazily raised his eyes, looking helpless and disgusted.

The black-robed man … The black-robed man felt that the relationship between the Fu Mourning God, the Red Of Gojoseon, and Wang Jian was probably a little different from what he had imagined.

He felt that his worldview had been shattered.

This was probably the so-called unbearable weight of life.

Trembling, the black-robed man covered his wildly beating heart and said with difficulty, "What kind of deal? Tell me."

The Fu Mourning God gestured to the sky. "Repair that sword in ten minutes."

"… What?"

The black-robed man thought he had heard wrong for a moment.

"It's just as you think. I want you to repair the Sword of the Red Damocles."

The Fu Mourning God interrupted the black-robed man's hesitation and said, "I know Shi Zheng can do it."

Of the Spirit Swords collected by the Government of Time, apart from those left in the present world, a large part of them were confirmed to have been burned or lost.

But for such swords, Shi Zheng still got them in the best condition.

All of this was because …

The Government of Time had the ability to backtrack.

Retrace what was incomplete to the best.

Backtrack the end to the beginning.

To put it bluntly, it was turning back time.

Of course, the specific operation required a medium, spiritual power, calculations, contracts, and so on. The cost was huge and the work was heavy. Because of this, the efficiency of Shi Zheng's real swords was particularly low.

The black-robed man did not speak for a while. To be precise, he was shocked by the other party's shocking idea.

He looked at the self-willed Fu Mourning God in front of him, then looked at the seemingly confused Red Of Gojoseon, and finally looked at the huge tattered Wang Jian in the sky.

"The only thing that can backtrack is swords."

After a long time, the black-robed man choked out this sentence.

The Fu Mourning God said faintly, "The Sword of the Damocles is a sword."

"But, but isn't this changing history?"

The Jiadu Crater incident, the deaths of 700,000 people including the Red and Blue Kings … This was the trajectory set by fate, an unshakable existence.

The black-robed man wanted to say so, but he felt that in the eyes of the other party, this was probably the most unconvincing reason.

Sure enough, the Fu Mourning God tilted his head slightly and looked at him calmly. "Excluding the six minutes previously wasted, you have four minutes left."

After four minutes, the Sword of the Damocles could not be repaired …

Without mentioning anything else, the Shi Zheng's government would probably become a part of "history."

The black-robed man's expression changed a few times. He obviously wanted to struggle again, but the Fu Mourning God waved his hand coldly.

"If you have something to do, go find Kakudu Xuanshi."

After saying this, the Fu Mourning God picked up his body and walked away calmly.

"Where are you going?"

Kakudu Xuanshi, who finally straightened out the reason, called out to the Fu Mourning God who was about to pass by.

"To pick up my brother."

The Fu Mourning God did not stop his footsteps.

He had stayed in this time and space for long enough. It was time to leave.