[First send and then change~]

"Robespierre, our persistence is meaningless, the people are dying, the soldiers are dying, but no one cares about us." In the ruins of old Paris, the revolutionaries who had been operating in the ruins complained to the former boss of Polk: "Those transcendents still ignore us, those monsters hiding in the shadows are hunting us, no one cares about us at all, our revolution has failed." ”

"You're right, our revolution has failed, and the challenge of mortals to the authority of the transcendent has been a complete failure." Robespierre reached out and touched the bandage on his forehead, a mark left on him by the bounty hunter of the Temple of Wealth: "Because our revolutionary group is pure in itself, how many of us are transcendent now?" These transcendents are enjoying almost everything we can offer, even our own troops, so what reason do we have to oppose this reality? ”

"Mr. Robespierre, but we need the transcendents to fight now, and the warriors of the non-transcendent are powerless to resist the transcendents of the old forces." The revolutionary soldier standing in front of Robespierre was originally only the son of a shoemaker, and if there had not been so many changes, he would have inherited his father's business and become another shoemaker, serving the powerful with his craft for a small reward.

And now, in the last few months of life-and-death battles, the shoemaker's son has been reborn as a spear-carrying transcendent, Robespierre has no idea what kind of transcendent he is, but the opponent's physical fitness has been fully strengthened, he can reload gunpowder faster, and can start a fire from his bare hands, although the flame is not powerful but enough to ignite the medicine pool on the musket.

He can also affect the burning efficiency of gunpowder to a certain extent, increase the range and power of the weapon, and everything that has been maintained in his hands will be in perfect condition, and the opponent has even shown the ability to slightly trim the trajectory of the projectile in the last few battles.

Robespierre had never seen such transcendents before, but among the revolutionaries such transcendents were gradually being layered.

Since the whole of Grand Paris was struck by a chaotic erosion event, the survivors of this ruin seem to be exceptionally prone to becoming transcendent.

Paris is located in the heart of the Old Continent and was the capital of the Gallic Empire, and although the Gallic Empire has now been divided into two parts, they obviously do not want to see the former site of Paris become a zone of chaos.

Here, Robespierre saw angels rain down from the sky to purify the demons that had crawled out of the chaos, and saw a large number of transcendents enter the ruins to dig up the buried riches.

No one cared about the revolutionaries who ignited all of Paris that night, and in the eyes of the Church and other authorities the revolutionary organization led by Robespierre was essentially equated with the cultists of Chaos.

In fact, Robespierre did not know how many Chaos worshippers had arranged sacrifices around the city under the guise of the revolutionary army on that night, which ultimately led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent people.

This was not his intention, but when the tide came, Robespierre realized how small he was, and he had hoped that he would do something as great as Marx, but reality always hit him the hardest.

Even this revolutionary army, which it had formed with its own hands, was now facing a split.

"The Musket Regiment wants to leave this ruin, and we will take all the civilians who are willing to leave, and guarantee that they will not be discriminated against in the Upper Gaul Empire." The shoemaker's son said to Robespierre: "Monsieur Robespierre, the revolution has failed, but we are alive and we must live, and as long as we exist, there will still be chances." ”

"No, there is no chance, you are like other transcendents, you choose to defend your inherent interests." Robespierre shook his head: "You are still alive, but you will never represent the interests of all the non-transcendents, let's go, take as many survivors as possible, and protect them, but next time we meet we will be enemies." ”

"I don't know what you're holding onto, but there's nothing left here now but ruins and death." The shoemaker's son gave Robespierre one last look: "We will leave at daybreak, and then perhaps everyone but you will leave." ”

"I can be alone and think about what went wrong." Robespierre closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the other party anymore: "Leave, leave now." ”

At this moment, the shell that belonged to Robespierre seemed to have disappeared, and it was still the street gangster who was born in the Old World and grew up in the Far South, Pock.

He remembered the embarrassment between himself and Marx when he was first caught up in the chaos erosion event by the Serisians, and he remembered the scars left by Anthony Grand Port after the disaster, but with Marx's efforts, the city finally came back to life.

And now?

Boss Polk looked around at the ruins of Paris in front of him, and phosphorus fires erupted from time to time through the cracks of the buildings in the night, as if to pay tribute to the city.

Marx once said that chaos is unfathomable and hidden in the depths of everyone's heart, so is everything he does to the city also arranged by chaos?

Boss Pock wailed in pain at the silence of the night, as if to vent something, but he immediately covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that the revolutionaries who had trusted him would hear it, and it would tarnish his image in their hearts.

Unlike Marx's selflessness, the only reason that supported Boss Polk to accomplish all this was that he hoped that he could do something great and become a person who would be remembered.

In the darkness, a hooded figure appeared on the beam above Boss Pock's head, looking at him condescendingly.

The shadow silently watched the various actions of Boss Bock, and fell to the ground silently, walking on the ground as if there was no weight, approaching step by step, and finally standing behind the other party.

"Maximilien François Poc Isidor de Robespierre, hundreds of thousands of people have died in all of Paris because of you, and I sentence you to death here." Shadow took off his hood: "This is a greeting from the Assassin Brotherhood. ”

In the next second, Robespierre, who was still a mortal and not a transcendent, was decapitated cleanly by the assassin behind him.

However, to the surprise of the two of them, after the head that fell to the ground spun around a few times, and blinked, Robespierre looked at the assassin and showed a self-deprecating smile: "I see......