After the airborne troops returned, the losses reached one-third, but it was a good ending compared to the annihilation of the entire army.

With this lesson, the coalition forces had to slow down their offensive pace and temporarily stop any form of island-grabbing, such as airborne or landing.

Of course, this is only "temporary". The senior coalition leaders advocate not giving up pressure and must cross the sea as soon as possible, so as not to give the remnants of the church a breather.

In order to seize the island in the final order, the coalition forces have invited all the backbone elites of the Red Blood Empire and the Federal Heavy Industry Legion, including the former Imperial Military Industry Chief Commander Future.

At this time, talents from all sides gathered at the command center to discuss further island capture plans. Many opinions were put forward, but none of them were constructive.

Second Airborne Plan. Veto, the last spiritual power person is dead. Once the church launches spiritual vision invasion again, the airborne troops will die without a burial place.

Login plan. Veto, irresistible instructions are higher than the keystone. Once a maritime transport of troops is taken, the ship will be attacked by ferocious marine beasts, and the entire army is likely to be wiped out.

Long-range strike plan. Veto, the development of military technology today is deformed and does not yet have the traditional intercontinental strike capabilities. It takes a long time to develop it again and will seriously drag down the pace of war.

I just discussed it all, but no one discussed the results.

Mo Qian sighed and rubbed his temples tiredly, "Future Chief Engineer, you have not expressed any comments, I want to hear your opinion."

The future lightly said: "I don't care about the island-taking plan."

Mo Qian was puzzled: "What does it mean?"

"In the front battlefield, we have killed all the main forces of tens of millions. What is an island afraid of it? Even if this island is not taken, it will be consumed. In the future, the intercontinental strike will mature. Three Days and May Days bomb, they will never turn over." In the future, they will hold a pen in their hands and play with them, squinting their eyes, "I just wonder, why is Ho Anlison so strict in his guard?"

A general smiled angrily and said, "Of course he is just resisting stubbornly, and no one wants to accept his fate easily."

Future shook his head: "Hoan Risen has been hiding for decades and controlling the entire Cross Church, not just for Li Chun's invasion. Haven't you discovered that we have never seen him again since the Coastal Counterattack."

The generals recalled this detail. Indeed, the coastal counterattack was the last time they met Ho Anlison. Later, whether it was the coalition forces counterattacking the church, recapturing Jiangnan, fighting in Chang'an, or entering the church's homeland, Hu Anlison never showed up.

"We won, there is no doubt. But at the same time, Hoan Risen still has something that we don't know." Future pen and painted it all the time, "Maybe, he still has chips to turn the tables, so he will be cautious. Or... he doesn't even feel that he has lost."

Mo Qian suddenly became nervous: "Oh? What chips do he have?"

Future rolled his eyes: "Do you think I am Doraemon? Can you answer anything?"

Mo Qian opened his eyes wide in horror: "Aren't you?"

"..." The future was speechless. She threw the pen on the table and leaned on the chair. "I don't know anything, such as, what is 'God'?"

The word "God" has caused everyone to fall into silence.

"I initially thought God was an illusory existence, but then I began to believe that God is not a natural concept, it is an existence with an entity. So, what is this entity? From the first year to the present, 54 years, no one has seen it. Where does it exist? What is the purpose of putting a cube? No one knows."

"We did win, but in my opinion, it was meaningless." Future's eyes were as deep as the sea, staring at everyone deeply. "The failure of the Cross Church did not make God react. This is to reveal a message to us: it does not care. The epic creatures were destroyed, the Knights of the Round Table were destroyed, and the Cross Church was defeated. It does not care about all this, and our efforts are futile."

Mo Qian felt a little heavy when he heard this. After so many years of fighting, a whole generation has been spared to death, and in exchange for a futile sentence? He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice: "What suggestions do you have for this?"

"No advice, I am just a fool now. I don't know anything and I don't know anything. What advice do you think I can give?" I was very weak in the future and even closed my eyes. "I want to know now, what is God? What do you want to do? Who can answer these two questions can give you a solution. Now, it's better to go home and sleep."

The attitude at this time in the future is not very positive, and he looks arrogant, but no one blames her, because no one here has reliable ideas and is not qualified to blame others.

After a while, Mo Qian sighed softly and rubbed his swollen temples. He looked at the tired people. Everyone was busy and didn't close their eyes. If this continues, their bodies may not be able to bear it. Even if time is tight, they will really not be able to think of anything once their bodies collapse.

Thinking of this, Mo Qian stood up from the chair and said lightly: "Everyone, let's go and have a rest first. Give you ten hours, have a sleep first, eat something to replenish your energy. We will continue to discuss it after ten hours."

Everyone stood up and prepared to leave. Everyone was very tired and no one wanted to waste these ten hours of rest.

The crowds were bustling away, and in the future they would sleep directly in their seats, just closed their eyes, and soon breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Suddenly, the future returned to the past in a dream, and returned to the hidden time when he was with Mu Xi.

The hill of the Great Thousand is far away from the plateau of the world.

I still remember that in the future, I often take a walk here with Mu Xi in a bad mood, and meet monks who practice Zen. The most common saying is: One sand, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.

In this dream, the monks were practicing meditation as always, but what they explained was not Buddhist scriptures, but a conversation they had once said:

“The special particle species of cubes are decreasing rapidly!”

"Are you sure? I want to be 100% sure."

"I proofread it three times, and it's 100% sure!"

Dreams are always illusory. The future is walking on the hill of the Great Thousand. I found the abbot who meditated on the huge rocks that imprinted the texture of time. She walked over and asked, "Hey, bald donkey, what does your sand, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi mean?"

The abbot raised his head and looked at the future with a smile. She thought the abbot was going to explain something, but she heard him make a strange sound: "If these particles are the same type of decay, it is not strange, but weird is strange. Each particle is different. None of the Wen-level particles is repeated! Each one is special! And they are disappearing over time!"

Future inexplicably said: "Isn't this what I've said to Leng Yuan before?"

The abbot grabbed a handful of fine sand next to him and sprinkled it into the air, as if a sea of ​​stars was laid: "3.28x10^80 is almost equal to the total number of particles in our universe."

Future stretched out his hand, and the thin sand kept falling on her fingertips, and then quietly disappeared with the wind. She muttered: "These particles are disappearing quickly..."

The abbot kept slitting sand into the air, like a playful child, still repeating the words in the future: "When the cube receives the reward point...in other words, when someone consumes the reward point and exchanges something on the cube, the disappearance of the particles will accelerate, greatly!"

The body of the future has been covered with fine sand, and she murmured to herself: "What if all these particles disappear?"

The abbot finally stopped raising the sand. He clasped his hands together and looked at the future with a smile. He said again: "One sand, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi."

The fine sand covers the curtains, and they gather into a magnificent sea of ​​stars, as if shining for billions of years. The earth seems to have turned into a dust under this scale, and the universe is dead and violent.
Chapter completed!