Good People

The Celestial in the distance seemed to have discovered a new toy. Like a child stomping on shoeboxes, it trampled the buildings beneath its feet and played to its heart's content.

If it had previously been in a muddled state, doing nothing but following Da Vinci step by step,

then after Leo taught it advanced algorithms, it had entered its childhood stage, and its self-awareness had awakened as well.

Boom!

The house was gone.

Clang!

The person was flattened into a pancake.

Given the Celestial's power level, it did not even need to deliberately target humans. Its unconscious destruction alone meant the Immortal City would not last long.

Su Ming calmed himself, put on a helpless expression, and eased his tone slightly. "Then tell me, what should we do about this? You tell me."

What could Michelangelo say? Ever since the plan had developed a flaw, all his confidence had vanished. His mind was a complete mess.

After thinking for a moment, amid the increasingly rapid booms in the distance, he still offered a suggestion. "Master Da Vinci is on that rotating platform. Let's save him first and hear what he has planned."

Zheng Xian secretly gave him a look. That was enough.

The Holy Shield's first leader had been the Egyptian Imhotep. Afterward came a dark period, during which a large number of obscure Egyptian and Roman scientists had led the Holy Shield. Its development had been unimpressive until Da Vinci took over as Supreme Councilor during the Renaissance. Only then did they gain the Immortal City as their main base. It had not been called the Immortal City at the time; that name had been changed later.

There had been no Elixir of Immortality back then, and leaders were replaced as often as ordinary people.

After Da Vinci