Chapter 1139

Eternal Body?

After silently chanting, Lin An looked somewhat surprised at the constantly switching progress bar.

No detailed information, only a brief line of explanation.

"Eternal Body: Special Rule (Time)"

"You can choose to solidify a certain moment..."

The explanation is very short, so short that Lin An, after chewing it over several times, still couldn't analyze the concrete effect.

Looking at the speed of the progress bar, it's obvious that some time is still needed for the transformation to complete.

As for this, he wasn't surprised; after all, even the Corpse Emperor, after grasping the prototype of the rule, remained stuck at the false Fourth Stage for a while, having only mastered the simplest rule.

Eternal Body sounds impressive just from its name; obviously it's not an ordinary rule.

"Is it related to time?"

After thinking it over, Lin An still chose to give up investigating; just let it complete itself.

After glancing at the barely remaining countdown to the War Zone Competition, he simply continued researching electromagnetic force. According to the current progress, mastering it before entering would be too late, but after exiting, perhaps a prototype could still be generated.

Perhaps after I come out, having mastered both rules, I could directly advance to the Fourth Stage.

Having returned to normal, Lin An calmly settled his mind, continuing to control the Cataclysmic Power, attempting to control more cells.

"Has Lei En, Your Excellency, not replied yet?"

"He won't be in the instance, so he can't participate in the War Zone Competition, right?!"

In the Soviet Russia high-level meeting room, numerous Third-Level Awakened Ones were anxious like ants on a hot pan, almost about to scatter in panic.

Regarding this War Zone Competition, they attached great importance to it, even regarding it as a matter of national survival!

Everyone saw how prosperous the Huaxia War Zone was after the cataclysm had passed; a few days ago they still had spare capacity to launch rockets—how could they not be jealous?

"With Lei En, Your Excellency, we will surely take first place in the region! If we lose again this time, who knows how many survivors of our War Zone will die!"

Anxious and uneasy, Tai Er's face flashed a hint of helplessness as everyone urged him.

He had been using props to contact Lin An since a week ago, but after the nuclear bomb was finished, Lin An completely went off the grid, his disappearance so total it felt like they were dreaming.

Originally they wanted Lin An to lead a team through some Third-Level clearance instances, but they couldn't get in touch at all.

Earlier they had spread the word, hinting that Soviet Russia also had super-powerful beings, but that too was shelved.

The reason is simple: Lei En doesn't show up, nor does he join other War Zone folks in missions—who knows if what Soviet Russia says is true or false? Consequently, many nearby War Zone high-level figures mocked them, saying they were daydreaming.

They even suspected that the Sun Walker had died from self-inflicted collapse, merely picked up as a cheap bargain by them, disguising it as the act of an extremely powerful being.

"He should come out..."

"Such a big matter—Lei En, Your Excellency, couldn't possibly be unaware of its significance."

Suppressing his inner anxiety, a high-level general forced out a bitter smile to comfort the others.

If Lei En hadn't appeared before, they might not have been so anxious—after all, no show means no show, and entering the competition would be a desperate gamble based on luck. But the problem is they do have him! Especially after witnessing Lei En's true strength, which is so formidable that even Lin An would have to steer three li away—a super-powerful being!

"Tai Er, why not contact Lei En, Your Excellency again and urge him?"

"All our preparations are already set; if he only shows up at the last minute, we won't even have time to coordinate."

On the main seat, a middle-aged red-haired high-level official couldn't help urging Tai Er again.

For this competition, they decided to deploy all Third-Level beings!

A total of 416 Third-Level beings, plus 278,141 Senior Second-Level beings! They have practically placed all their hopes on this War Zone Competition!

Their competition region has been set to Europe, so they don't have to compete against the Huaxia War Zone—which is actually a good thing. However, the opponents in the European War Zone are as numerous as cow hairs, and it's said that many outstanding Third-Level beings have recently emerged.

As for peak Second-Level beings, they have all been retained in the War Zone, awaiting the opening of the Trial Tower.

They have prepared for the worst.

If the War Zone Competition incurs too great a loss, even if this batch of Third-Level beings dies, at least a new batch will step up, so the War Zone won't be left without any Third-Level beings.

He sighed, Tai'er looked at the expectant gazes of everyone, and had no choice but to steel himself and send the message again.

But the next second, just as his message was sent, a flash of delight suddenly crossed his face.

"Replied!"

"The message got a reply!!"

"Whoa"

Inside the Meeting Room, many High Level figures were startled, immediately gathering around Tai'er, almost shouting out in excitement.

"Replied, finally replied!"

Inside the soundproof alloy room, Lin An looked helplessly at Tai'er's flood of messages, feeling a bit tricky for a moment.

"Alright, he had seen the message long ago, but just hadn't replied."

"Mainly, he hadn't expected the theater confrontation match to start."

"A bit, tricky..."

"Having taken so much from Soviet Russia, others helped him hail it as the theater's hope, yet Lin An couldn't think of a solution in the short term."

"Having taken their favors, if he doesn't show up, besides arousing suspicion, he could even wreck the whole Soviet Russia's mindset."

"As for Soviet Russia, Lin An already regarded it as part of his strategic territory."

"How to do..."

"Could it be that we still have Mo Ling impersonate me?"

"Stroking his chin, Lin An felt a bit troubled."

"His true self is definitely representing the Huaxia theater in the competition, impossible to go to Soviet Russia. Besides that, if the Huaxia theater fails to take first place, with too many casualties, the pressure will also fall on the Faction: Long An."

"Mo Ling impersonating is definitely out of the question; his strength is what it is, at most he can only bluff people."

"Let Zhang Tie impersonate?"

"That probably won't work either..."

After a moment's hesitation, Lin An could only hope that the war zone competition would not restrict identity, its mechanism is similar to the death match in the trial.

If that's the case, he could instead finish fighting in the Huaxia war zone, then turn and run over to Soviet Russia to lend a hand.

If it really won't work, then the only option is to have Zhang Tie impersonate him.

After briefly replying to Tai'er's message, Lin An also didn't think further.

"It's fine, I'll take action."