The wind swept through the corner tower and into the courtyard, slapping people's faces, and there was a burning sensation that was not intense but lingering.

In fact, from Tang Fang's departure to the gathering of black clouds, it only took more than ten minutes before and after. As early as seeing the figure of the flying snake, Bai Hao knew that Brother Tang was back, and when he saw his appearance at this time, he was not surprised, but just withdrew the spear that was stabbed, and jumped to the position of the shield with a few ups and downs.

Henrietta, Elena, and the others also saw his arrival, and the tense facial muscles stretched, and the boulder hanging in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

The old man swept over Melol's body behind him, glanced at the ghost on his shoulder, and sighed heavily, his expression changed slightly, and he waited for him to walk to the shield and press a button on the control panel.

Tang Fang didn't go in, but just ordered Ghost to hand over Tramon to Tang Lin, and then turned his head to look at the sky north of the palace, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"Where's Mr. J?" Tang Lin asked casually as he took Tramon.

He didn't tell everyone what happened in the basement, but just replied indifferently: "It's dead." ”

Tang Lin stopped talking, Bai Hao wanted to ask something, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

Henrietta wondered why he didn't come in and asked, "What are you waiting for?" ”

Hymn Will is dead, Mr. J is dead, and Trammon is a prisoner, and everything he wants to do is done, just in time for Elizabeth and Taryn to get out of here.

Tang Fang looked at his face and shook his head: "You take them away, my business is not finished yet." ”

Kelinia looked thoughtful.

Elena and Tang Lin looked at him with puzzled expressions, not understanding why he wanted to stay here.

Zangowell has been entrenched in "Cabreto" for more than 20 years, and it can be described as the stronghold of the new forces, and the danger of staying here is far greater than that of the "Mirror". Or "Angel Number".

He took out a hedron from his pocket: "I must finish everything here in the shortest possible time." After speaking, he paused, turned his head to look out of the sky, and said, "I suddenly have a very bad premonition. ”

He didn't elaborate too much on where that bad feeling came from, but everyone present knew that he was not talking about the United Kingdom of Turanks. It's the Covenant.

If you think about it, the more horrific things he does here, the more silent the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire become, and as undying enemies, they should behave more actively, such a reaction is really weird.

Henrietta knew what the hedron in his hand meant, and if he was not mistaken, it was a teleportation beacon to the port of Leo.

The old man did not speak, but sighed again...... It was his seventh sigh today.

Bai Hao still didn't hold back after all. Saying the words that were held in his heart, he pointed to Tramon, who was in a coma on Tang Lin's shoulder, and said, "Why don't you kill him?" ”

The young man's thoughts were different from Kelynia's and Elena's, and he was more willing to focus on things like revenge than figuring out Tang Fang's strategic intentions.

In order to save Elena's death, Melol must pay with blood, and only by killing Tramon can the hatred and sadness in everyone's hearts be alleviated.

Tang Fang withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned to Bai Hao's face. Shaking his head, "I promise, he'll be on the guillotine." ”

The boy was stunned. The doubts on his face did not dissipate, but only intensified.

Kelinia's thin eyebrows were lightly raised, and her bright eyes flashed with brilliance, like the fluorescence on the surface of a pearl, but there was a cold like a sword, and she patted Bai Hao's shoulder. Leaned over and whispered a few words.

The innocent and hot-blooded teenager didn't know why Tang Fang did this, she knew.

The royal power symbolized by Zanggowell needed a reason to collapse, or rather, the Tang needed a suitable excuse to trigger the storm of politics and war that swept the United Kingdom of Turranks.

If it is only because of the brutal oppression and exploitation of the aristocratic class and the royal family, it is not enough. Because there are always people who are obviously slaves. But they think they are the masters of this country, and they will desperately maintain the near-perfect bright moon in their minds, they don't admit that it's just a reflection in the water, and they don't allow others to expose their nihilistic nature, and they will desperately go against the people who helped them awaken, and even in order to be indoctrinated again and again for a long time, brainwashed again and again, and defend the lies that seem to be true, they will insert the dagger into the chest of well-wishers.

Therefore, the Tang side needs a charge that leaves people speechless to put on trial Zanggowill, Tramon and others.

Yes, he needs to convince those who are pathetic, pitiful and hateful to accept fate, accept the facts, wake up from the sweet dreams woven by lies, and find their own future.

With the things God did in the United Kingdom of Turanks, and with the boundless slaughter of the Tinder Project, even if Tulamount died 10,000 times, it would not be enough to pay for the sins he committed.

In the same way, the monument to Zangowell's power will be overturned and shattered.

So, Tramon will die, but not now.

The law is the plaything of the powerful, but when justice comes, it will turn into the brightest blade of the sun, and cut off the heads of those who once played with it and applauded.

Mellor's vengeance will be avenged, and the vengeance of those who have died...... In the same way, the law itself has hatred and needs to be cleansed by the blood of blasphemers.

In doing so, Tang Fang is using the long sword of the legal system to break the backbone of the royal rule, and use the torch of justice to guide those who are lost to find their way home.

Bai Hao looked at her with a very ambiguous gaze, and wanted to ask, "Are you the roundworm in Brother Tang's stomach?" But after all, she couldn't help it, Kylinia had always been a serious and steady person, and it was a little inappropriate to make a joke about her.

A look of amazement appeared on Henrietta's ravine-covered face, and he looked out of the sky, looking at the warm white clouds between the bee swarm and the siege, and said, "Do you have to do it to this extent? ”

Tang Fang said: "You said that you hope I can end this kind of reincarnation. ”

The old man sighed again, this was his eighth sigh today, looking for the memories of his life, he had never sighed so much as today, walking over the red line of fate, never knowing how to choose.

Yes, he was confused.

At such an age, after countless winds and waves. He should have seen through the vanity of the mortal dust and should have understood the power of the field, but at the last moment, like many young people who can't find the meaning of life, he became very dazed, and he didn't know what kind of mentality to use to face what was happening in front of him. Or something to come.

At this moment, he suddenly envied Tang Fang, who was able to uphold his original intention, take firm and steady steps, not afraid of all the demons and monsters on the road, and not greedy for the splendid prosperity around him, step by step, straight towards the destination.

Tang Fang swept the broken golden lion in the center of the square and said, "The collapse of the monument of royal power is not enough. It is necessary to erect a tombstone that is not grandiose, but conspicuous, to engrave the fear of the few and the courage of the many. ”

Henrietta withdrew her gaze from afar, and landed on the statue of the golden lion with only the pedestal left, and the short stubble shook slightly...... In fact, it's not the slag shaking, it's the dough shaking.

On the "Mirror Light", in the Ibrahimovic Palace. He discussed with Gilcott what fate is and what era is.

The time of Al Nasi has passed. His era was also slowly coming to an end, and was replaced by Zanggowell, but when the finger wheel was running until now, the era of Zanggowell had just begun, and it was ended by the Tang side.

Is this what fate is called? Or did Zangowell choose the wrong path and be abandoned by the times?

He didn't believe in fate before. But as his face grew older and his spine became more and more stiff, he seemed to understand what destiny was.

Is the moment Zangov and Mr. J form an alliance, they are destined to be pierced through the chest and abdomen by the glorious sword of the king on a sunny autumn day?

Melol is old. But why are you still so willful, exchanging your life for Elena's peace?

When he, like many people, tried to calculate the "Morning Star Casting", he was slapped in the face.

When he chose to analyze the situation from another angle, standing from an outsider's standpoint, he suddenly found that the young man in front of him was really cute, so he gained a lot of joy and a lot of peace.

Now, he is standing at a T-junction, facing what may be the last choice in his life's journey.

Isn't that fate?

Praise Will has his destiny.

Melol has his destiny.

Myself...... should also have a destiny that belongs only to oneself.

Standing in the ruins of the king's power, standing under the blue sky propped up by the swarm of bees, standing in the center of the storm that was about to form, he figured out many things at once.

Now that reincarnation has come to an end, let it end.

Sometimes, giving up is a sign of respect for one's own life.

The sleeves of his robe were lightly raised, he stretched out his right hand, handed a white crystal to Tang Fang, and said, "Be careful." ”

The crystal in Henrietta's palm was the same as the teleportation beacon in Tang Fang's hand.

"When you return safely, I'll tell you their stories."

Tang Fang didn't say anything, took the crystal in the old man's palm, and said seriously: "Thank you." ”

Henrietta nodded, and with a slight trembling hand, he swiped on the control panel of the double cross platform, the shield quickly closed, and the reactor burst out with an undazzling light, and the double cross platform slowly floated, and when it rose to a height of 3 meters, the triangular thruster array below lit up one after another, bursting out of silver brilliance, blowing billowing smoke and dust on the ground, and quickly rushing into the sky.

Through the shield flowing through the light lines, Tang Fang smiled at Elena, raised his right thumb, and made a "you are awesome" gesture.

He didn't get Elena's smile in exchange, the girl's eyes were even redder, and there were more tears in her clear eyes.

Like a frightened school of fish, the swarm surged towards the periphery, revealing a hollow that was allowed to pass through the twin cross platforms and plunge into the higher sky, before finally turning into a swaying light and shadow and vanishing without a trace.

Tang Fang retracted his gaze, his gaze fell on the two crystals in his palm, and many questions were raised.

Wasn't the quantum teleporter provided to Zanggowell by God's arm? Why did Henrietta also have it in his hands?

In the basement, before he could do anything, Mr. J was killed by the mechanical insect, and naturally he had no way of knowing that there was not just one, but several quantum teleporters, and they were not gifts from God's armed forces to Zanggowell, but the private property of the Oliver family.

You know, like Lancelot, Harrington? Princes like Harris all have the ruins of the Epsilon, let alone the royal family of a country.

Thinking of what Henrietta said before leaving, he didn't waste too much energy on the two teleportation beacons, waved his hands slightly, and the swarm of bees gathered in the sky above the atrium turned into a black tide, quickly spreading towards the battlefield outside the palace.

More and more king insects are mixed in the colony. Fly to all parts of "Cabreto".

As he told Henrietta, it was not enough to crush the monument of the royal power, he had to erect a tombstone to terrify the nobles before he was forced to take the path he had arranged for them.

Civilians who have been exploited for many years and have lost their human dignity and cultural beliefs need a way out. Certain nobles also need a way out, and the killing today is for salvation later.

"Kehanos" was once a symbol of the king's power, and it was also the most suitable tomb for the king's power.

In the shortest possible time, he wanted to use the means of thunderbolt to wipe out the political remnants of the new forces led by Zan Gowell.

The quantum teleporter in the basement has been destroyed, and the "stability bubble" naturally no longer exists. Looking back at the palace walls, which had slowly faded in magnificence and mottled in the light of the fire and sunlight, he crushed the teleportation beacon that connected to the Leo military port.

The streamer is like a waterfall, and the stars are like rain. A rapidly swirling neon vortex engulfed his body, before finally exploding into a flash of brilliance and dissipating.

………………

Being able to join the garrison of the palace of Hal is definitely a supreme honor for the young people of the United Kingdom of Turanks, and it can also become a capital for parents to show off and compare, and even more enviable than the superior living conditions.

In fact, the people who were able to join the garrison of the palace of Hal were themselves the descendants of the middle and upper classes of "Cabreto" society. Although it has a training intensity that far exceeds that of other troops, it also has a high level of allowance. Generous treatment and pension policy.

The above benefits are not the key, the key is that serving in the palace garrison is a kind of life capital in itself, whether you choose to retire in the future, or stay in the army, you will get more valuable job opportunities. Or a promotion channel.

To put it bluntly, how many middle-class and official descendants have broken their heads to compete for such a place in the army.

Of course, it is not easy to fight for the opportunity to join the army, and one's own conditions are also an important checkpoint.

The garrison is in a sense the face of the country, if born with a broken face with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks. No matter how hard the background at home is, you can't be one of them.

Robert? Downey was born into a family of medical doctors, his father and mother were both well-known internists in "Dekaben", he was the second oldest in the family, and the eldest brother was mature and steady, graduated from Yale Medical School two years ago, and is now interning at Presbyterian Hospital.

No one in Cabreto knew the name of the Presbyterian Hospital, a medical structure dedicated to nobles and high-ranking officials, and it was so rare that Robert's eldest brother was able to enter the hospital for an internship.

Unlike the hard-working boss, Robert has no intention of studying since he was a child, and all his energy is spent on various sports, such as basketball, such as rugby, which allows him to exercise strong muscles and a toned body, which is most popular with those little girls.

In the year he graduated from high school, he could have relied on sports to get into a decent university to continue his education, however, because of his fornication with a young counselor in the office, he was caught by the teacher on duty, and was expelled from the school, losing the opportunity to enter the university.

The future of the eldest is worry-free, and the parents naturally can't watch their second son achieve nothing, so through the connections and money accumulated over the years as a doctor, he was sent to the garrison of the palace of Hal and became a soldier.

Where is Howl's Palace? The heart of power in this country, where Zangowell ruled, from the United Kingdom of Trunks to the present, is the safest and most dazzling place.

Robert likes life here, it can also be said that he likes his identity and environment, bathed in the light of power, the whole person has a feeling of fluttering immortals, even if in essence, he is just a fox and a tiger, a dog fighting people.

After all, some people don't have a chance to be a fox and a fake tiger, and they don't have a blessing if they want to fight people, and it's better to be a watchdog of the royal family than to be a dog who works day and night and works hard.

The comrades around him are either the descendants of officials or the sons of rich families who have no worries about food and clothing, and their military life has not sharpened the correct values and outlook on life, because the Olybal family itself is soaked in the pond of power, and they naturally have a lot of light.

Because of this status, he and his comrades have the privilege of pursuing beautiful women with good faces or bodies to their heart's content, and when they have had enough, they will ruthlessly abandon them without fear of incurring unnecessary trouble, because no one dares to go wild in the palace of Hal - because no one dares to go wild in the palace of Hal .

They can fight with someone without saying a word, and then put a gun to the other person's head, make the short-eyed guy kneel on the ground, call them daddy, or grandpa, or even get under the crotch of their pants.

Robert had heard that his platoon commander had a clash with the boss in a bar on the outskirts of "Decarben", and broke the man's leg with a gun under the influence of alcohol, and forced the young and beautiful proprietress in front of everyone, and took a photo of the other party's LUO body as a collection.

Such a deep hatred, such a big hatred, when the bar owner knew the identity of the enemy, he wisely chose to swallow his anger, not only when nothing happened, but also at his own expense to treat his injuries and reset his belongings, but unfortunately the young proprietress was seriously hit mentally, and was soon sent to a mental hospital, it is said that she has not yet come out, and her LUO photo is still hanging at the head of the platoon leader's bed, which has been burned by cigarette butts with many burnt holes on the edges.

This is the prestige of the garrison of the palace of Howl, which can also be said to be a privilege. (To be continued.) )

PS: Is it true that quality is not proportional to output?

Meticulous writing, serious pondering is far less recognizable than fast-paced writing?

Pretend X I will, but I don't have a brain to slap my face, sorry...... I can't write, Tang Fang is a hero in my mind, and heroes are certainly not cheap.

Fight and kill, that's not a person, it's a machine.

In the end,Those who look at DAO posts are still domineering,I didn't force you to see it.,So,You don't need to point out the country.,I'm not a god who eats IP.,I can only rely on genuine subscriptions to support my family.,As a niche article,Please take care of it.,Don't force me to the point of using anti-DAO to post chapters.。

Don't blame yourself for whining, it's much more comfortable to say.