The Story Will Be a Little Long (Continued)

"I #￥&***!"

"Boom!!!"

A moment later, Chimera Anqi's figure fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a thud.

Then, some Anqi came from far away to clean up the debris, move heavy objects, repair the ground, and drag some Anqi who were still salvageable out to soak in repair fluid.

No one paid any attention to the immobilized Chimera Anqi.

"Smack!"

Until she grabbed the ankle of a passing Anqi.

"Help me!"

She gritted her teeth.

Anqi, who had been caught, resolutely shook off the other person's hand.

"Get lost. Wait until you recover on your own. I don't want to be killed by your uncontrollable power halfway through the move."

"We're all on the same side..."

"Don't you know how many of your own people you've killed?"

"..."

Chimera Anqi's face darkened, but the Anqi who asked her question had an even colder look in her eyes.

"Hmph!" ×2

The two sides parted on bad terms.

Chimera Anqi lay in the pit, pouting unhappily. Of course, she understood everyone's feelings.

In fact, with Anqi's extensive experience and ability to tolerate all kinds of people, the collapse of ordinary Fusion Warrior is really not a problem for her.

But the Chimera is different.

The Chimera bag contained too much stuff.

More means more to bear when things collapse. So much so that even Anqi can only try little by little, and cannot reach the sky in one step.

A moment later, Chimera Anqi regained her strength, got up, and went to the laboratory area to have her blood drawn, undergo a physical examination, and check the data from this collapse.

With Anqi's research capabilities, developing Collapse on her own wouldn't be difficult. Even if she encounters problems, she can always seek guidance from Mobius. Currently, there are already some results, but further refinement is needed.

The development of the Chimera is the present, while the research on the path to Apotheosis is the future.

Both are important, so we need to push hard on both sides.

Time slowly passed by amidst such efforts.

Until one sunny day, the bright sunlight shone on Celestia above the clouds, and a red carpet was laid on the largest elevator platform, which should have been clean and tidy.

Durandal, Rita, and Amber, the most prestigious trio in Schicksal Headquarters, stood on the red carpet, dressed in gorgeous and formal attire, like three stunning landscapes with distinct styles.

Looking up, the shadow of the plane was already approaching.

The Archbishop of Schicksal is enthroned today, and the distinguished guests have finally begun to arrive.