Free Web NovelChapter 760: Chapter 719: Gundam Standing Tall
At this moment, Leo had already found Nostradamus, only he was unconscious. No matter how he tossed around, this beggar-like prisoner wouldn’t wake up.
Su Ming hadn’t gone easy on him, hitting with the force to turn him into a vegetable. Damage to the central nervous system isn’t easy to recover from, and although this man is an Immortal, his physical condition is that of an ordinary person.
The Holy Shield Brotherhood has many doctors, but the best doctor is Nostradamus himself. Moreover, according to the original plan, a civil war will soon break out, making it impossible to find other doctors to treat him.
Suddenly, a bright figure appeared beside Leo, radiating a sun-like glow.
"It’s you?" Leo remembered him. In the memory awakened by Da Vinci, it was this person who took him from his mother’s embrace.
"How strange... this is not what I saw." The Light Man scratched his head. Despite the smile on his face, his mind was clearly caught in chaos.
The future he foresaw and the arranged plan weren’t supposed to be like this...
Originally, it was supposed to be Leo meeting Nostradamus. Nostradamus was arranged here to wait for Leo for 500 years as a mole. Every time Newton spoke to him, Nostradamus would secretly read some of Newton’s memories.
This was the best espionage tactic: a valuable prisoner who seemed utterly defenseless. Some people have no guard against captives.
Nostradamus was supposed to gain freedom in Leo’s hands and then tell Leo many stories about Newton, as well as more information about human machines and the future.
But now... he seems to have fallen into a deep coma, with blood and foam in his mouth.
Michelangelo’s exterior seemed calm, generously smiling at Leo, but in his heart, a storm was raging.
Has the future changed for the better or worse? Or remained unchanged?
No matter who knocked Nostradamus out, the future is slipping into an unpredictable direction. The human machine misses a component, unable to operate at all.
Meanwhile, Da Vinci, following the original plan, went to receive the Celestial Divine Species...
During Nostradamus’s coma period, how much can the Celestial God returning to Earth learn? Can Earth still exist?
The more mathematical knowledge learned, the stronger the Celestial God, to the point where even the Holy Shield wouldn’t be its match.
One misstep could lead to total defeat. Michelangelo was at a loss for words, or rather, he didn’t know what to say. He had traversed many time nodes, but this time he was a bit panicked.
Suddenly, plans laid over hundreds of years went awry, and all he could see was darkness.
"Hello? Hi? Can you speak English?"
Leo waved his hands in front of him, jumping around, taking quite a while to get Michelangelo back to his senses.
"Quick, let’s get out of here, take him with us." Michelangelo snapped back to reality, knowing the human machine couldn’t operate anymore but the core, Leonid, needed protection.
"Who is he? Who are you?" Leo was head over heels in confusion, seeing that man on the ground clearly looked like a prisoner. Was it really okay to release him secretly?
"No time to explain, just follow me!"
Having said that, Michelangelo started looking for tools to liberate Nostradamus from his shackles, then urgently stressed Leo to follow closely, sprinting away carrying the unconscious prisoner. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Shortly after they left, Newton arrived, quickly spotting the empty cell, and finding only remnants of the elixir of immortality.
His immediate thought was that it was Da Vinci’s doing.
As a veteran of the Holy Shield, only Da Vinci knew these hidden matters, and Nostradamus knew too many secrets. If he divulged them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Without any hesitation, Newton swiftly dashed off, planning to gather all loyal men. Before Da Vinci and the others attempted to overthrow his rule, he intended to completely eliminate them.
Michelangelo, with Leo, returned to the platform, placing the unconscious Nostradamus on the ground as he began operating the platform to lift off, avoiding the buildings below.
Meanwhile, Da Vinci, followed by the Celestial God, also landed. Who knows what the Celestial God saw during the flight; now it was over three meters tall, weighing more than ten tons.
Its landing caused the entire platform to shake, making Leo feel as if he bounced up for a moment.
"What happened?" Da Vinci asked Michelangelo. Although he was the Holy Shield’s former top council member, it was Michelangelo, who could traverse the future, who was the strategist.
"The plan went wrong, Nostradamus is unable to act as a pathway anymore." Michelangelo’s face couldn’t maintain its calm, and the forced smile seemed as if he had swallowed bitter melon.
Being the well-known polymath that he was, Da Vinci began inspecting the foul-smelling Nostradamus at once.
Checking the neck, feeling the chest, finally examining the back of the head.
"Deformed occipital bone, cranial damage, facial injuries are trivial, the object that assaulted him... hard to pinpoint, must have been an extremely flat weapon."
Leo had read quite a few detective stories, and he suggested another possibility: "Could it be that someone pushed his face, causing his back of the head to hit the wall?"
Da Vinci stood up and tugged incessantly at his own beard: "It’s too late to figure out why he passed out now. The key is we can’t wake him, and...."
He turned around to glance at the Celestial Divine Species not far behind him, leaving the remaining words unspoken, but there was no need for words, everyone knew the trouble ahead was big.
"Anyway, let’s gather the loyal guards first, Newton’s discovery of Nostradamus’ disappearance will surely lead him to come at you." Michelangelo said helplessly, things weren’t supposed to be like this.
Is it true that the future has more than three possibilities? Is the Holy Spear Association’s claim correct?
Da Vinci was also helpless, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, he started to doubt if Michelangelo was a spy planning to destroy Earth.
They had agreed a few hundred years ago how to handle things today, with the Celestial Gods standing on Earth’s side, the future was supposed to be great.
Really fell for it! This mischievous young man is so bad!
It’s exactly because of listening to him, Da Vinci also built the Immortal City, Da Vinci also created the Human Machine, and even manufactured a single-person vehicle capable of space travel, expending great effort to bring Celestial Divine Species back who was tricked to the Sun by Zhang Heng back then.
And the result?
What to do now? It’s easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.
Furthermore, Newton will definitely start a civil war, the forces used to defend Earth will engage in mutual slaughter, the dead will all be brothers of the Holy Shield, Da Vinci’s heart aches.
But things have reached this point with no turning back, during Newton’s several hundred years as the highest director, he surely gathered many subordinates, these people attack Da Vinci with any excuse.
For instance, claiming he poses as an ancient leader with ulterior motives, or is the mafia behind the explosion case, any excuse will do, there’s no need for evidence.
And those still loyal to the Holy Shield’s elder faction, they are indeed few.
Da Vinci sighed and helplessly continued using the lever on the platform to send signals, despite the civil war being foreseeable, but not like this.
Michelangelo lowered his head deep in thought, sighing occasionally, while Da Vinci was busy with signaling, Leo couldn’t offer much help.
Thus he held back for a long time, but couldn’t suppress his curiosity, and walked to the Celestial Gods Group nearby.
Robots, hey, boys love robots, and he’d just seen this robot not only moves but can fly too.
He reached out and touched the red metal, then casually knocked, making a muffled sound, after circling around the tall robot a few times, he wanted to talk to the robot.
"Uh....hello?"
The robot’s head tilted slightly, three inverted-triangle shaped eyes turned towards him, and Leo chuckled, this robot could really understand English.
"What’s your name?" he asked the robot again, the thing Da Vinci brought should have a name with a classic aesthetic, right?
The tall robot looked at him, its deep voice seemed to echo from its chest: "1999+999X999=?"
"Oh? Like doing math problems, huh? Actually, there’s a simplified method for such problems."
Leo, after all, was raised by Tesla, though not a genius, he had basic knowledge. He smiled confidently, finally finding a place he could be of use, and spoke.
"The most commonly used method in convenient calculation is the distributive property of multiplication. ax(b+c)=axb+axc where a, b, c are any real numbers. Conversely, axb+axc=ax(b+c) is called the inverse application of the distributive property of multiplication, especially useful when a and b are complements."
"Here, in the first step break 1999 into 1000+999, a factor same as the second equation appears, then use the inverse operation of the distributive property of multiplication to combine the 999 factor, yielding 999×1000, where 1000 is a common factor, continuing with the distributive property leads to combining 1000 and 1000, final result is 1000000."
However, just after he finished the answer, before he could show off his proud smile or wait for the robot’s gratitude, he saw the robot before him suddenly become incredibly large.
It was like that, initially over three meters high, the robot seemed to expand, the red body in front of Leo instantly filled his entire view.
From three meters it grew to over seventy meters, and because the Celestial God stood at the edge of the platform, the sudden gigantism caused the flying platform they were on to be overturned instantly.
Da Vinci, Leo, and Michelangelo managed to scream, then grabbed the edge of the platform, keeping themselves fixed shut-eyed amidst what felt like a coin spinning madly.
But the unconscious Nostradamus wasn’t so fortunate, he was flung out right away like a shooting star, flying off to who knows where.
Michelangelo, having some unique skills as an Energy Body, like Flying Ability, he allowed himself to be thrown, first escaping from the crazily rotating platform.
And he found at that moment, not far from him, two strangers were sitting on a Flying Carpet, drinking and smoking with laughter, as though watching a circus performance, speaking words he couldn’t understand.
Of course, he understood the Chinese language, each sound and word he knew well, but combined into sentences he couldn’t understand. That one-eyed man was clinking glasses with the squinty-eyed person beside him, saying something like...
"Gundam stands on the ground now."
