Further alerting the surroundings, Roland tightened his grip on the reins.
This is not instinct or intuition, it is a conclusion drawn after obtaining information through the five senses, analyzing and sorting it out, and thinking about it.
Blowing up bridges and blocking roads are commonly used methods in urban combat. The defense forces invested very limited troops in this coup. In order to reduce the defense line and connect the occupied areas as much as possible, they could only do this. But
Even so, the troops are still not large enough.
The reason why we were able to break through several blockade lines in the past was entirely because too few troops were invested and the relevant facilities were incomplete. Defense lines lacking sufficient thickness and firepower were broken through by enemy forces with strong mobility and familiarity with the environment and opponent's combat modes.
Not surprising at all.
but--
There is no sniper's cold gun, no landmines, and even armored vehicles are not seen, it is unreasonable.
Are you so eager to retreat that you don’t have time to make arrangements?
impossible.
With the intelligence monitoring capabilities of the defense force that can update information in real time and the command mechanism that can adapt to the situation at any time, from the moment the Golem maid was beaten, they should have noticed the changes here and started to adjust the defense. No matter what
There is no problem in laying mines and IEDs in a hurry.
The reason why you didn't do that was because you were preparing to gather troops and prepare a surprise at the front?
Or are you deliberately inducing yourself to think like this so that you can hold on?
Both assumptions cannot be established.
Li Lin, who values rationality and prioritizes efficiency, would never commit such an act of putting the cart before the horse.
The coup and the occupation of Lydes were just a cover. The real purpose was to take this opportunity to push the radical crown prince to power and induce Charlemagne to start a war against the Elf camp in an isolated and helpless situation.
The point is not to occupy, but to "delay time". To continue the chaos until the Crown Prince's army appears.
In this case, there is no need to mobilize troops to launch a counterattack or create suspicions. The combination of mines, snipers, and machine gun teams is more effective and more reliable.
If it was Li Lin commanding the scene, he would definitely do this.
The current situation is not like this. The situations encountered along the way seem to be constantly inducing me to go to the Place de la Concorde, without concealing the intention of "there is a trap ahead".
It's hard to say how capable the guy who came up with this strategy is as a counselor. But his childishness and paranoia of "the strawberries on the cake and the fried chicken nuggets in the meal must be saved for last" are really at the level of a master.
Suddenly Roland tightened the reins, and the unicorn stood up. The impact of the shoe falling to the ground made the street lights tremble.
For the first time since the coup began, Roland showed a surprised expression.
There was still a distance, so we couldn't see clearly, but boiling wailing and shouting came over first. After a while, countless figures ran towards this side.
It was an extremely miserable scene. Those who ran at the front were strong men. They ran desperately, their eyes were red and their faces were pale. Their mouths with white spit were uttering meaningless syllables, as if
Frightened cows. A little behind you can see a cow
Women holding their children, mothers stumbled and ran among the crowd, crying. Occasionally, some fell to the ground and no one helped them. They just walked around, crossed, or even stepped on the desperate cries as quickly as possible.
With his thin body, he only wanted to escape as far away as possible.
Everyone could see that these people had completely lost their dignity and were just running wildly with the support of their survival instinct. If the roads were not wide enough and the number of people was limited, countless people would have died in the stampede and congestion.
trample;
congestion;
the running crowd;
Roland gritted his teeth. He had already seen what the guy who set up this situation wanted to do.
Simple, effective, and full of malicious combat——
What made him even more angry was that there was nothing he could do about it.
"Lord Knight? Are you a Lord Knight?!"
A pair of hands covered with mud and blood held the cloak, and the woman with disheveled hair was crying and shouting.
"My daughter and I were separated! She is only 10 years old and she is still in the park! I don't know if she is crying. Please, please..."
The scattered words impacted Roland's mind, and he barely comforted him with a few words. He lowered his head and encouraged the unicorn to rush towards the Place de la Concorde at full speed.
He did feel the mother's anxiety and sadness, but this was only one hundred thousandth of the countless tragedies in Lüdes.
How many families were destroyed that night, how many people lost their loved ones, and how many people met a humiliating ending. Numbers and lists simply cannot describe it.
How could that kind of grief be dismissed with just a few perfunctory words?
To be honest, even from the most optimistic perspective, the chance of a child separated from his or her parents surviving independently is hopelessly low.
Heroes do not appear by chance. Luck does not favor everyone.
but……
Roland still couldn't help but pray, praying to every god he knew.
I hope someone will have the courage to lend a helping hand to that helpless child.
It's not about heroes appearing by chance.
But...an ordinary person who happened to be passing by.
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Throughout the ages, there have been countless ways to stop the enemy's advance.
Set up positions and block frontal attacks;
Lay traps, lay ambushes and kill;
Destroy bridges and destroy roads. Scorch the earth to meet the enemy;
Extend the front line and disrupt logistics;
Among the many methods, in addition to NBC weapons, there is another method that can stop the enemy's actions in a very short period of time, and even cause it to be defeated.
That is to drive the people away and attack the opponent with the crowd.
A proletarian revolutionary mentor once said: "Quantity is also a kind of quality." In most cases, this simple philosophy applies. When buffaloes run wildly in herds, lions can only avoid them. Army ants move forward in a queue.
Sometimes, the ferocious beasts can only retreat. When thousands of frightened people roar towards them, well-trained professional soldiers can only choose between "escape" and "get trampled to death".
"What are you going to do?"
Putting down his tea cup, Walgrevo happily stared at the rushing crowd in the picture.
To put it bluntly, humans are just animals.
An animal that can think, speak, use tools, and walk on two legs.
Concepts such as law, morality, and dignity are not so much the crystallization of civilization as they are the product of wealth. Once forced to a dead end, no one can care about those illusory things. Instead of huddled together, hugging each other and shivering.
.You don’t even care about your closest relatives and loved ones, and try your best to escape from danger.
"Although they are all panicked weak-footed shrimps, useless losers who just want to escape. Anyway, there are nearly ten thousand of them. Cutting down one or two or trying to dissuade three or four - it will not have any effect at all. Besides, you
You won’t swing your sword at the lovely people, right? After all, you are a ‘just friend’.”
Not "justice", but "friend". That is, "a person with righteous qualities" and "a person who agrees with the correct principles".
The premise for using this title is that "justice" exists in the plural form. In other words, the hero who saves the people = the friend of justice. Then the people are where justice lies.
This unwritten rule is about to stand in front of Roland. Should he step over the corpses of the citizens in front of him and leave them dead? Or will he be trampled into pieces by the blindly moving crowd and lose the chance to save more people?
If they are utilitarians or extremists, they will answer: "For the sake of justice, we have to make a choice and sacrifice some people", "Every life is irreplaceable, the value of life cannot be calculated, but the number of lives
It can be calculated." As long as the intelligence is operated properly, the people will eventually acquiesce in these excuses. After all, as long as they are not abandoned or sacrificed, most people will always wisely remain silent.
How will Roland choose? No matter which side he chooses, it means that he has failed at the conceptual level - he has denied his own philosophy with actions.
"The most delicious food in the world is to appreciate the self-proclaimed noble people being shattered to pieces under the cruel reality and fate. The scenery where virtue, faith, and hope are spurned and trampled by the public is better than a century-old wine."
Raising the crystal cup, Walgrevo sneered.
Just as the 300-year-old red wine touched his lips, Walgrave's expression froze.
What's going on? Those guys.
In the picture, a girl half-covered in blood slashed open the advancing enemy soldiers with a cavalry sword. A nurse and a little girl who looked no more than 10 years old were helping her stop the bleeding and treat her wounds.
Beside them, there were people fighting with swords;
Behind them, people supported each other and struggled to build a new line of defense.
"It's really going to cause trouble to people... Just die quickly when it's time to die. Human beings are so stubborn."
If you leave it alone, you will eventually die. People who have lost inspiration and hope will still act as expected.
But by then it was too late.
Snipers can no longer be forced to shoot. Too much interference will lead to dissatisfaction, and forcing them to shoot nurses and defenseless children will violate the bottom line. If anyone reports to their superiors, things will become very troublesome.
"There is no other way... let me personally extinguish the light of hope like a firefly."
After saying that, Walgrevo closed his left eye.
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Feel your throat and lungs burning with every breath;
Every time he swung the knife, he experienced pain as if his body was being torn apart;
If you don't use your eyes to see whether your hands are still holding the two swords, you can't be sure at all.
Severe pain and despair were constantly eroding her spirit. Several times, she felt as if her consciousness was flying away along the tip of a knife. Every time, she couldn't help but want to follow this illusion and pass out, so as to escape from the pain and fatigue.
The reason why her consciousness was not interrupted was because Rosetta knew it. The moment she escaped, her failure was confirmed.
In the face of a steady stream of enemies that are coming to kill them, it is unknown how meaningful it is to continue to persist and how long they can persist. To put it bluntly, the so-called meaning may not exist from the beginning. My behavior may be just a simple death struggle.
That’s all.
"...Ms. Nurse, please run away as soon as possible."
"Don't say stupid things! There is no nurse who abandons the patient and runs away!"
Matilda, who had just received the nurse, drank decisively, as if she was insulted. Before Rosetta could speak, she turned her face and gave instructions to the girl beside her.
"I hope you can help save this big sister, just do what I just said."
The girl nodded obediently, turned around and rummaged through the medicine box. Matilda leaned her face against Rosetta's ear.
"I don't know if you can really be saved."
There was a tremor in the voice that suppressed emotions as much as possible, and the indelible guilt burned his chest and eyes.
"To be honest... Whether the three of us and everyone here can leave alive is a question."
There were gunshots, screams, and laughter everywhere, and the defense line was in danger, or in other words, was in the process of collapse.
Several Titans troops had already rushed into the Tuileries Gardens, ranging in size from small squadrons to squadrons. After the desperate resistance of the citizens, the gap in the defense line was finally temporarily closed.
Everyone knows that it is impossible to repeat the miracle next time.
The injured swordsman, the girl separated from her mother, the helpless nurse - if they want to survive in this terrifying whirlpool, I am afraid that the only way to survive is the Mother Goddess coming to perform a miracle.
"Now we are trying to organize the transfer of citizens and medicines through the sewers. If we can't hold on here, both the medicines and the citizens will...instead of just wasting it, why not...use it on you now. This is me
judgment.”
After struggling to finish speaking, Matilda almost burst into tears.
As a nurse, she had long been mentally prepared to deliver death messages to patients, and had done so more than once. As a result, she had been scolded, begged, and scolded. She thought she could remain silent this time as before.
Accept the past.
Not at all.
Tell a seriously injured person who still has a chance to survive: "In order to save more people, please continue to fight." Inject her with pain-removing drugs and let her fight to death——
This is a nurse who is determined to treat illnesses and save lives. No, is this what a person should do? Is this an act that can be forgiven?
The answer is no, and there is no room for excuse.
Even if the situation is serious, even if someone defends her afterwards. Even if no one scolds her for it, Matilda cannot rationalize what she is doing.
so--
(Please hate me, spurn me, curse me, if this makes you feel better——!)
"Thank you."
The awakened Matilda never expected that Rosetta would say such a sentence. For a moment, she could not understand the meaning of this sentence and was speechless.
"I'm very clumsy."
Rosetta smiled sheepishly while parrying the thorns that were stabbing her at an angle.
Newcomers who can't do anything well and always push too far; rookies who are often taught the rules of the workplace by veterans and have to rely on the support of others to survive on the battlefield.
My favorite word is...
My favorite word was...
……once?
Don't kid yourself.
Even now, it is still my favorite.
As long as you still have breath, you must shout out——
"I am the third-class military attaché of Rosetta of the Souka Knights! My favorite word is - Justice!"
There is no shadow, no pretense, the clear cry echoes across the battlefield.
Thank you for letting me swing my sword, thank you for letting me shout these words.
She turned around with satisfaction. When she wanted to say thank you, Rosetta froze.
Matilda held the syringe and knelt down with a surprised look on her face. The little girl looked at her chest in horror. There, the tip of a knife was exposed through her clothes, and a blood-red mass quickly expanded on the white cloth.
.
"If you die, you will die. Why don't you humans understand such a simple thing? You are holding on to death. Don't you think it's ugly?"
A Titans officer stood behind Matilda with raised eyebrows, holding the knife with a little more force.
His tone of voice was as if he was criticizing a mistake at lunch or in an essay. He was critical and mean, and he could not feel the tragedy and urgency of the scene in front of him. Probably for him, Rosetta's fight and Matilda's decision were just
Something of this magnitude.
This man didn't seem to have lost his mind and his actions were clear and logical. But this man...
"Hero, justice, you won't blush when you say such trite words? At this point, you should understand that there is no justice in this world. After all, this is a world of the jungle, where the strong live and the weak die.
Just let all the weak die, and let all those who protect the weak die."
Rosetta even felt a chill.
They seemed to be able to talk to each other, but there was no resonance at all. Although they were speaking the same language, the man in front of them seemed to be a more distant existence than animals or insects.
"You guy...!"
"By the way, you are also an eyesore."
Just as Rosetta was about to raise her hand, the long knife that pierced Matilda's chest had already penetrated her shoulder blade. In the blink of an eye, her shock turned into a scream.
"Protection? Justice? Is it just you weak-footed shrimps?"
What's more, the sharp question of the cavalry sword was thrown over me. I wanted to think carefully, but I couldn't do it. Not only because of the pain, but more importantly -
"Did you save those guys?"
No.
Even though he fought hard and risked his life, he still watched helplessly as someone was killed in front of his eyes.
"If we hold on, will those weaklings in the back be able to survive?"
There are no guarantees, but the possibility of total annihilation is overwhelmingly high.
"This is the result. None of you can protect anyone, neither others, nor yourself. The outcome is doomed from the beginning. You will become food for the Titans, be killed, eaten, and excreted into feces. That's the only way
That’s all.”
The arrogant voice even has the aftertaste of a trance. Even if you plug your ears, it will still erode your spirit like water seeping through paper.
"Honestly admit it, there is nothing you can do anymore, just accept the outcome!"
The Titans officer, the host body that contained Volgrave's spirit, laughed and drew out his saber neatly. The two swords that Rosetta had been holding fell from her hands, and her body slumped down, and her strength seeped into the cold cold air with her blood.
ground.
"Ahh..."
Tears fell from his cheeks, leaving a burning sting, and a silent scream came from his mouth.
In the end...why?
Why is this happening? Everything has been taken away, and the body and mind have been completely ravaged and trampled. Up to now, the way of living that follows the right path and implements justice has been completely denied. What has ushered in is the most humiliating end.
Why?
Why should justice be mocked?
Why didn't salvation come?
"Hmm? It's finally quiet? Well, for the sake of you finally learning to give up, I'll give you a good time. Before that -"
The ferocious smile turned around and was aimed at the trembling girl who didn't know what to do.
"Little girl, where is your family? Are they separated? Are they all dead? That's really pitiful."
He slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped away the blood on the blade, his tone so gentle that it made people shudder.
"There's no point in living alone. Don't worry, this will free you and reunite you with your family -"
The cavalry sword is raised high above the head, and the next moment it will become a fatal slash.
A few minutes ago, Rosetta would have rushed forward desperately. But now...
There are no heroes;
There is no justice;
no dignity;
The only thing everyone can welcome is the ending called "death".
(In this way, the child can also be relieved.)
The empty heart echoes with dejected self-talk.
"You said she... is pitiful...?"
Angry gasps came in, and Walgrevo and Rosetta couldn't help but look sideways at the source of the sound - Matilda struggling to get up from the ground.
Blood soaked through the nurse's uniform and continued to flow out from between the fingers. It may be that the cavalry sword was slightly missed, avoiding the heart and aorta, so Matilda survived. But judging from the amount of bleeding, if it is not treated,
If so, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long.
Huh-ha-
Huh-ha-
The nurse's dying breath moved little by little, and she grabbed the nurse's hat from the ground. She put the hat stained with blood and dust upright on her head.
"In nursing school... I was taught from the very beginning... Even if you want to take care of someone, you can't sympathize! Even if you sympathize, you can't pity! Even if you pity, you can never say things like 'so pitiful...'"
If you lock people who are trying to get out of trouble into trouble, no matter how hard you try, it will only lead to a "really pitiful life."
If you completely defeat your determination to live a good life for the rest of your life, no matter how positive you are, you will end up with "a pitiful end."
This is what a nurse...and a human being should never do.
"Others... other people's lives... don't need you... to... evaluate..."
Facing the saber and cold eyes, holding the girl in her arms with blood-stained arms, Matilda defended her and the girl's dignity without fear.
Even in death, some things cannot be taken away.
"Listen...Okay, maybe in the future there will be many people who think you're so pitiful...but! But...only you...can express your feelings about your life!"
After speaking with all his strength, his body could no longer hold up and fell to the ground.
"Have you finished talking? That's it? Say more."
The sneer became darker and darker, and the gloomy eyes stared at the female nurse.
"What can you say until you die? Beautiful words? Regret? Lament? Howl? They are just mere human beings... What a bunch of pitiful guys!!!"
The long knife swung down with force.
This is undoubtedly Volgrevo's most satisfying moment.
Trampling, mocking, and scorning those who claim to be incorruptible and adhering to the right path, devaluing their way of life as worthless, sipping the tears of lamentation, breathing roars and wailings, and completely denying the outdated idea of "justice."
"Varied--"
Walgrave's smile suddenly twisted.
Rosetta, who was supposed to have had all her strength taken away, her faith broken, and who would soon die from the hemorrhage, jumped up and fell on top of Matilda and the girl. Using her body as a shield, she blocked the cavalry sword.
"You deserve to die!"
"I am...the third-class military attaché of Rosetta of the Souka Knights! How could I just watch...civilians being killed in front of my eyes!"
"Then go to death! Go to death with your ideals in mind!!!"
The long knife slashed down one after another, which was no longer considered chopping, but just pure venting and abuse.
The flesh was cut off, the bones were split, and the internal organs were pierced. The consciousness gradually faded, and the pain gradually faded away. Only the arms protecting others did not loosen.
(God... Almighty God... please. Save this child and the nurse, let this child... let people...)
Rosetta racked her last strength and prayed. A white streak in her blood-red vision quickly enlarged. By the time she noticed it, the white streak had already covered the world.
Faster than the wind, more intense than the flames, whiter than silver, and more dazzling than lightning.
A legendary scene flashed through Rosetta's sight like a flash, and the white rose-like girl rushed in front of her eyes and slashed open the Titans officer's chest with a giant sword swung from top to bottom.
Her body was lifted up and her head was resting on the warm arms. Looking up at the girl who looked like a legendary knight, Rosetta opened her mouth.
"That... girl... nurse..."
"They're fine, thanks to you."
"yes……"
Blood bubbles overflowed from his mouth, and the hand he had been holding on finally let go.
After feeling relieved, her body became extremely relaxed and her vision became much clearer. Rosetta carefully looked at the girl in front of her.
Light and soft golden long hair, dignified and beautiful facial features, ice-smooth and white skin, soft and clear facial contours - I am afraid no one would doubt that she is a harem daughter in her prime. Maybe she will feel sorry for her and put on armor.
Step onto the battlefield and reach out to stop her.
But as long as you look into those clear and pure blue eyes as clear as a spring, with serious yet gentle eyes, you will understand that she is not just imitating a knight, but a person who goes to the battlefield with something on her back.
(Maybe...this person is worth entrusting.)
Rosetta held the girl's hand.
"...Ah...uh...I've...tried my best..."
Without saying a word, the blood bubbles in his mouth overflowed and almost blocked his trachea. A simple sentence almost drained his strength.
The girl held Rosetta's hand tightly and nodded vigorously.
"Although I tried my best...it was still not enough...it was simply not enough...I was a clumsy person...and many people died...in vain because of this..."
The comrades who couldn't reach them even if they stretched out their hands, the people who couldn't reach them in time when they took out their feet, and the nurses who couldn't protect them from harm even though they were close at hand. It was clear that they were just a few inches away from saving them, but they could only watch helplessly.
…!!
The feeling of powerlessness and unwillingness turned into tears that blurred my vision, but there was a voice shouting in my heart.
(No...!! I can't say "that thing". I should know how painful it is to be entrusted with "that thing"!)
Please think of a way——
Please save us——
Please dedicate yourself——
Please become——
I have been entrusted and begged in this way, but I still cannot save people. I bear the blame and disappointment of others, and even suffer the harsh condemnation of my own conscience.
"That thing" is so harsh on living people of flesh and blood.
The mouth still speaks.
"On my own... there's nothing I can do..."
(Absolutely not!)
The voice in my heart was raised to the extreme, and the last bit of strength turned into a cry-like request.
"Please...please be a hero!! Save the people...away from this damn war!!"
Self-blame and regret boiled together, and tears soaked her face and neck.
As a human being, Rosetta can no longer shoulder the burden of the moment called "now". All she can do is to entrust this burden to others - strangers, but they can still shoulder the burden of the present and think about it.
future people.
Being unable to uphold justice yourself and asking others to enforce justice...is this truly cowardice.
Ashamed by this, the young swordsman closed her eyes and lowered her head deeply.
"I promise you."
The answer without any haze made Rosetta raise her head again. The first ray of the morning sun shone on the girl, making that solemn, strong, and gentle smile look extremely sacred and beautiful.
"I will become a hero and now I am holding high the banner of justice."
She seemed to hear someone shouting around her, and the girl whose name she didn't even know shouted something. Rosetta no longer had the energy to think or respond.
The young swordsman smiled contentedly and slowly closed her eyes.
Putting down the girl who was as quiet as a sound sleep, Roland stood up silently.
(If there really is a so-called hero, you are the one...let's count those of you.)
If a person "dedicates" his life, he is a hero.
The vigilante knights who stood up and died fighting to protect the people;
The nurses who ran around in the war, regardless of the danger, and refused to give up on anyone;
Help each other, support each other, work hard to save ourselves, and guide the evacuated people;
Everyone here is a hero who is equal to anyone and will not lose to anyone.
However, despite this, we still ask others to be heroes.
(By the way...this is probably the mechanism.)
Inhaling hard, letting the battlefield air fill his lungs. Roland turned over and mounted the unicorn.
There were countless crazy troops in front of him, but he just glanced at the approaching enemy formation with stern eyes, waved his long sword and pointed at the enemy formation like a dark cloud, and shouted loudly:
"I am Jeanne Darhk from Orleans! Rebels of the Titans, come if you are not afraid of death!!"
No longer resisting the hypocritical pseudonym and the female body, Roland, bathed in the rising sun, shouted a declaration of counterattack, turning into a white flash of light and striking into the surging dark clouds.
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——Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A mute scream came out of his mouth, transferred into a part of the host body's soul, and was forcibly torn apart and disappeared.
It was like the pain of a flesh being torn apart.
"This is impossible! This is unscientific!! Just humans...a group of soft-footed shrimps who should have lost their dignity! What the hell is going on!"
Hysterical roars shook the whole room, and the glass windows let out trembling wails. With a loud bang, the dining table was shattered into pieces, and the exquisite tableware and delicacies were scattered all over the floor. The dizzy red wine reflected the furious and ferocious look of Walgrave.
He was going crazy.
One of the ultimate manifestations of "arrogance" is that no objection will be recognized except for one's own. In other words, it is extremely self-centered.
He does not allow others to comment at all. Once anyone objects, or the situation deviates from his expectations, he must be eliminated, no matter what the cost.
"...I will never allow it."
A dangerous murmur echoed in the room, suddenly rising to a roar.
"I will never allow it! If this is the case, then I will crush you all! I can also dispatch mobile troops and commandos to kill all those bastards! Everyone who goes against me will die! By the way! There are also those waiting outside the city.
Train cannon! No matter the person or dignity, everything will be blown up! Not even the scum will be left——"
"Stop your wishful thinking."
The cold voice penetrated Walgrave, and his madness instantly turned into cold sweat, and his body shivered involuntarily.
"I'm not opposed to making small moves. Originally, your Seven Deadly Sins are a work of serious personality defects. To be honest, it's strange to be safe and sound. As long as it doesn't affect the mission and doesn't deviate from the basic principles, it's up to you to do whatever you like.
If things deviate from this premise..."
"Your Excellency, I...!"
Before he could even utter his words of defense, "something" grabbed his neck. The fingerprints that appeared out of thin air on his neck choked the sophistry, and Walgrave was dragged away like a dead dog. His head was pressed behind his back, and his face was raised.
It's not the ceiling.
An impeccably elegant smiling face looked down at him.
"First, any excuse at this time will only make you look retarded; second, I came here to do business, not to spy on battlefield information. I suddenly realized, 'Ah, how could my Roland be so cute?', and immediately
He traveled thousands of miles to come here.”
The red eyes are filled with coldness that can freeze the darkness, and the smile is innocent and innocent, just like a child playing with insects.
Facing Volgravo's pale face sticking out his tongue, Li Lin said in a cheerful tone like singing:
"The biggest problem with the Seven Deadly Sins is that some of your impulses are too strong. From time to time, the purpose and means will be confused, and the original purpose will even be replaced. You say it's for the mission, but in the end, you prioritize self-recognition. Specific to you
In my body, I only focus on the spiritual level - when I see someone acting emotionally, I have to crush him completely. If I can't do that, I will completely crush him physically.
Eliminate the opponent at all. It’s really a child’s temper that is easy to understand... So, it’s okay if you don’t educate him from time to time. By the way, I didn’t lie to you about your previous question about Roland. You have to be aware of unexpected emergencies.
Extreme challenges are the best catalysts for growth. Normally, even if you want to create this kind of situation, it would be impossible to have someone with such a deep obsession to step in for me. It couldn't be better."
The happy voice turned into a chill that traveled throughout the body, and nothing came out of his throat. He could only stick out his tongue and let saliva drip from the corners of his mouth.
Even so, he could not move a finger, and the angle of his head was constantly adjusted to ensure that he could always see that condescending smile even when his eyes were turned up.
"Negative justice? Before the concept of 'negation' came into being, you have already acknowledged the existence of the concept of 'justice'. Just like when an atheist says 'There is no God at all', he already has the concept of God in his mind.
It’s the same.”
When asked "Is this justice?" a ruler will appear in everyone's mind to distinguish "justice" from "injustice".
There is no justice in this world - many people say so. In fact, it is not the case. Some people believe in goodwill, while others deny virtue. Everyone has his own justice. Justice has long been ubiquitous in the world and attached to people.
, it is so overflowing that messengers of justice can even pass each other on the street. As for whether the justice between them is compatible, that is another topic.
Screaming to deny justice and take action against "friends of justice" is completely putting the cart before the horse.
If you really want to deny justice;
If you really want to deny the words of righteous friends;
Wouldn’t it be enough to deny “there is hope for this world” from the very beginning?
"From now on, it will be punishment game time until I do business. While we are admiring Roland's performance, we will try the educational method I recently thought of. As the saying goes, 'A sound mind resides in a sound body. In order to ensure
To be mentally sound, it is necessary to first use physical means to make the body sound. For example, tens of thousands of nanotubes are inserted into the pores, piercing the capillaries, and slowly pressurized until the whole body bleeds and sweats; the body is cooled to the point of death.
Reheat to the critical point of protein coagulation; if there is enough time, I would also like to try the sexual reassignment surgery that I have recently thought of... huh? There is nothing terrible. Unlike the Kemp method bracelet, this is a pure surgery. Use a scalpel and a cutting machine.
, electric drill, bolt cutters, and chain saw to replace Pinas with Virgina, opening the door to a new world... Anesthetic? Sorry, I forgot to bring it when I went out. But you have to trust my skills, the whole process is not at all...
It will hurt."
A piece of equipment with a cold light was placed out. Volgrevo, whose eyes were about to turn white, was drooling from his mouth and his limbs were convulsing violently. (~^~)