But at least for now, that's not the point, because whether it's Zhou Chu, or Ralmie, or even the Hades team, even with the Black Knights, one of the three major groups of Dream Breakers, they may not be able to touch the edge of the true purpose of the Nightmare World Realm's consciousness, let alone resist.

So, the point is......

"Angel Legion?" Zhou Chu was still very keen to capture the words that needed to be paid attention to in Ralmi's description.

"Yes, Angel Legion." Ralmi turned around and made sure that there was no one on deck before continuing, "Although it is recorded in history that this army of angels fell in successive battles and was disintegrated and sealed with the death of the Grand Duke, there are also rumors that in the ruins of Capes, the bodies of some angels are still preserved, and I think Queen Iphitris has a more definite source, so she may have been playing with this idea." ”

Not the body of an angel, but possibly a living angel.

Zhou Chu judged this in his heart, because what he said with Ephitrith, Lilith and others was that he needed to kill an angel and then snatch its wings, and did not say that a corpse or a body would be fine, so, that is, if Lilith's intelligence was not wrong, somewhere in the Duchy of Capes, there was still a seal or a sleeping state, and it would not be discovered and detected by the church, or even controlled by the church, the existence of a living angel.

"In this way, isn't that going to tear up the rules that have been going on for so many years?"

Zhou Chu looked at Larmi, this sentence was not a question, but more like a rhetorical question. And even if it is a rhetorical question, he himself knows the answer, if he wants to kill this angel, he will have to risk angering the Duchy of Capes, and give others an excuse to attack the Commonwealth of Travania, and this delicate balance will be broken again.

"What do you think?" Ralmi looked at Zhou Chu, "Don't think that it's because of you, your appearance and joining are just giving the vampires an initiative of courage and capital." Even without you. This delicate balance will also be upset. ”

Zhou Chu only understood Laermi's words in an instant - he was not the only awakened person, this time, it was the awakened frenzy. Other words. No matter who it is. What reason was used, who made the first move, and where. The current delicate situation will always be broken.

The fuse is the spear of Longinus, and the explosives are the hordes of awakened ones.

The order is broken, the balance is broken, and with it, ......

War.

Seeing that Zhou Chu didn't speak, Larmi looked at him.

"What's wrong? Guilty? What is coming is not only the breaking of order and rules, but also the war that may be brought about by this incident, and the war will bring rivers of blood and devastation. ”

"No guilt." Zhou Chu calmly replied to Laermi, if it was before, he might be uneasy, maybe he would be entangled, but now? He was just calm.

"Just like you said, even if it's not me, it's someone else, everything can't be changed and stopped, and it's not something I can decide alone, if everything can't be changed, then whether I personally ignite this powder keg and start this war, then for me, it doesn't matter, because it's still that sentence, it's not me, it's someone else, we're just pawns or puppets that have been chosen, and the direction of many things is not something we can decide, so I can only do what I can do and want to do. Get what you want, guard and protect the world and people you want to protect, there are too many people in the world and too many people, I am just a person, not a saint and not a god. ”

"Is the awakened enlightened?" Ralmi sneered, "You can be like me and ignore it." ”

"It's just that I don't have a heart." Zhou Chu replied to Laermi's words, which was the truth, but obviously Laalmi thought it was just a description, so she just smiled, and didn't speak, she just said it, saying that it was ridicule, it was better to say that it was self-deprecation, because at least Zhou Chu made his own choice automatically and actively, while she made a choice when she had to make a choice, and still had the idea of wanting to escape.

Is there really no heart? What does it take to experience such a calm to become the so-called historical sinners and evildoers who bring bloodshed and scuffle, ignite the fuse of war? Although it is in another world.

Ralmi looked at Zhou Chu and felt that this guy seemed to be more difficult to figure out and guess, and it was also more curious and closer.

Zhou Chu didn't speak again, but looked at the spire that was closer and more obvious, and at the same time, he also saw another airship coming from the other side, which was also approaching the spire.

This is going to be the center of the storm, right?

Zhou Chu naturally knew the action and significance of the Dao this time, not just that he needed a pair of angel wings, and it was not just the vampires, but also taking this opportunity to express to him the sincerity of their alliance, and it was also a signal, a signal to announce to the world.

Since this world is about to start to be turbulent, then let's start turbulence! Since they are still covering up, then it is up to us blood clan to personally ignite this explosive keg, anyway, it is already an evil heresy in the eyes of the world, so the blood clan will not feel too much about the crime or something.

Zhou Chu believes that vampires have such an attitude, vampires whose lives are far longer than those of humans and other races, and naturally see more clearly than humans about nominal justice and evil, glory and crime, and much clearer and less concerned about it.

On the contrary, it is these awakened ones, in a sense, who are the real culprits, but they are still hidden behind the scenes, devoting themselves to the great forces of this world, secretly pushing the future that is itself changed by their own arrival, so that everything will develop in the direction they want, and finally achieve their goal.

Not only in this world, but in countless worlds, I'm afraid it's all like this.

No one came to the fore and said that we caused everything and we wanted it to be the way we wanted it to be, so we pushed for change to be what we wanted it to be. Although some worlds have gradually become aware of their existence, perhaps no one in the more worlds has discovered their existence.

And behind the scenes, behind the manipulation of their roots and behind-the-scenes hands, there is an even bigger and more terrifying behind-the-scenes hand, the self-consciousness of the Nightmare World. It spreads and sends them, the Awakened, to every realm to complete the tasks that are either prescribed and demanded, or left to fend for themselves, and then reap what no one knows. It takes something with everything.

So the problem goes back to the beginning.

Zhou Chu raised his head. Look at the sky.

What do you want to do?

Although in the end, the problem still ended up in such an unsolvable doubt, but after thinking about this question repeatedly, countless times after thinking about it this time. Zhou Chu did feel that he had other thoughts. It's not clear. It's not clear, but it's a real thought.

The heart of resistance.

With the arm of the praying mantis, resist the roaring drive ahead. Huge wheels?

The idea of not measuring his own strength, Zhou Chu made such a definition after the most.

But it's interesting, and the idea of wanting to try it out.

In fact, there may not be a few awakened people who have such thoughts with him.

At least on the northern horizon of the Principality of Capes, on a convoy slowly heading towards the border of the Principality of Capes, there was the same person, with the same thoughts as Zhou Chu.

Different from the rough and sturdy decoration and style of the convoy, and different from the fact that the entire convoy is almost full of sturdy and burly Norsemen, the carriage in the center of the convoy is so delicate and small that it is like a carriage used by the nobles of other empires to travel, and the decoration is greater than the practicality, which makes people misunderstand whether these Nordic tribes have hijacked the nobles of that small country on the road.

But once again, in stark contrast to the carriage was the man who sat in front of the carriage, behind the coachman.

Unlike the chariot, which was as holy and noble as ivory, and delicately decorated, the man seated on the master's seat wore a dirty, coarse linen shirt of short sleeves, and a fur shawl of unknown animals was haphazardly placed on his shoulders, and the hair on the shawl was dry and split, and looked withered and yellow.

And the appearance of the man, also with the messy, no aesthetic concept of the clothes more matching, some burnt yellow face, to a large extent aging his age, maybe just a middle-aged man in his early thirties, but looks like a forty-something, a little overwhelmed by life, the messy beard around the sides of the chin is obviously not taken care of, although trimmed and scraped, but still uneven feeling.

To make matters worse, when the middle-aged man took a cigar out of his coat, lit it, put it to his mouth, and bit it with his teeth, revealing a mouthful of yellow yellow teeth from smoke stains.

After the middle-aged man took a puff, a dissatisfied complaint came from the carriage behind him.

"Uncle, can you not smoke your broken cigar when the wind is headwind, the smell of smoke is all in the carriage."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled, and instead of listening to the dissatisfied, but extremely pleasant girl's voice, he turned his head and spit out a big puff of smoke into the carriage, and after a dissatisfied uncle broke out in the carriage, he laughed brightly there.

"Just bear with it, little princess, I'm not an underage girl, you can just do it."

The middle-aged man said this, and continued to smoke his big cigar.

After a moment of silence in the carriage, there seemed to be a breeze blowing out of the carriage, automatically blowing away all the smoke drifting into the carriage, accompanied by a slight curiosity and bad taste.

"It's not Loricon.,It's not an underage girl...... Uncle, are you a royal sister and a queen, or a wife? ”

"Don't think of me as so evil, and if you want to divide it according to you, all women can be divided into a type of control, if you don't control it, wouldn't I be gay? Uncle is still interested in women, but he won't be interested in a creature like you with princess disease, an underage girl, and a black belly and poisonous tongue, who can only be called a girl rather than a woman. ”

There was a grunt of displeasure in the carriage, and then another voice floated out.

"That being said, I really have serious doubts about your aesthetics, uncle, who would make their own appearance so embarrassed and ugly when transforming? Or is it, uncle, what you were originally like in reality? ”

"Ah, this, you can imagine it." The middle-aged man replied, without discussing this topic, in his opinion, beautifying the appearance or something, those are things that young guys only do, for him, authenticity is more important.

So there is no need to discuss.

"Speaking of which, little princess Lancôme, why don't you stay at the Nordic temple, why do you have to come with me? Seeing that you are yelling all the way, and you can't afford to eat long distances and sleep in the open, are you not only princess disease and black belly and poisonous tongue, but also have your own masochistic tendencies? (To be continued......)