Chapter 816: The Loser's Silence

Six hours ago.

In the wilderness, the long stream of people walked along the road ahead of them, and the grass on the ground still had stubble, and traces of distant wild things could often be seen on the newly opened road.

After the rain, there is silt and puddles on the ground.

The sound of chanting and chanting came from afar.

Barefoot peasants, pushing carts loaded with all their belongings, followed the guidance and call of the gods, and carried meagre rations, and embarked on the road to the ice and snow.

In just a few months, the originally barren Caucasus seems to have become a heavenly kingdom on earth.

Fertile soil everywhere.

From time to time, there are endless wheat fields on both sides of the road, and the heavy ears of wheat fall down, reflecting the brilliant smoothness like gold. If you are hungry, the trees on both sides of the road are bearing figs, and if you are thirsty, the clear water in the stream is endless, with the sweetness of milk and honey.

It's like heaven.

With a low shout, under the vigorous push of several burly peasants, the coachman whipped and the neighing of the old horse, a carriage stuck in the mud drove out of the pit.

The peasants who passed by patted the mud spots on their bodies, and when they were about to leave, they were stopped by the old man in the carriage, who took out a few silver coins and thanked them for their help.

"No need. ”

The peasant who took the lead smiled innocently, and when he saw the string of old rose beads on his wrist, his expression suddenly changed: "Are you also here for the Son of God? ”

He couldn't tell the difference between Orthodoxy and the Holy City, and he didn't understand how important the rosary that seemed to be worthless meant to the Holy City.

In the carriage, the old man didn't insist on explaining anything, but smiled gently, "In a way, probably so." ”

"Are you a priest?" asked a young man.

The old man nodded, "I am." ”

"Then please bless me. ”

Old man's jaw.

The palm of his hand was pressed against the face with a slight muddy water, and the god blessed the believer, chanting the gospel that had fanatized countless people in the past.

Soon, the peasants left.

The old man withdrew his gaze.

There is no majesty and coldness.

It doesn't look like the Holy See at all.

It's not like the supreme Red King.

"It really turned the Caucasus into a fertile land. "The King of the Red said, 'That child of yours is a very good man. Abel, you taught him well. ”

Few people noticed that in the carriage, there was another person.

The same old age, but rarely any breath, wooden and dull, always with eyes down, not attracting attention. When he heard what the Red King said, he just shook his jaw and didn't answer.

The Red King looked at him, "You don't seem to be happy. ”

Abraham was silent for a long time and closed his eyes.

"I'm sad about that. ”

The carriage continued.

Towards the kingdom of the gods.

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Three hours later, the carriage drove into what had once been the palace, and the Red King was greeted into the conference room under heavy guard.

Carrying a heavy box in his hand.

It seems to be full of treasures.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open.

Gaius walked in, dressed in winter clothes.

The weather had begun to warm up, but he was still dressed thickly, and when he took off his hat, the slightest wisps of white were revealed.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty. ”

He stood in front of the door, looking at the old man with his back to him, his face sinking like water.

Thus, the Pope said:

"Long time no see, Gaius. ”

Gaius walked around him to the other end of the room, pulled out his chair, and sat across from him at the long table, looking at him.

"After so many years of dealing, the rest of the polite words will be waived, with all due respect......"

Obviously in his own palace and in his own country, but it seemed to be wearing armor and pressing the hilt of his sword, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his tone became simple and straightforward:

"—what do you mean?"

"Congratulations, of course. ”

The Red King's eyes lowered, as if he didn't notice the cold chill that permeated the entire mansion, and he just slowly pushed the box in front of him towards Gaius.

"Congratulations on having everything you once had in the Holy City. ”

He said, "You win, Gaius." ”

"Next, I will cooperate with you, except for the economic agreement and financial contract demanded by Anglo, including all the archives of the Holy City, all files and materials, and even government agencies, will be gradually transferred to the Caucasus, and then you can do whatever you want.

Just as you intended.

In the future, Anglo will become the center of the world economy, and the Caucasus will dominate the world......"

As if admitting defeat in a bet, he didn't wait for Gaius to figure it out, and simply handed over the true essence of the Holy City.

Gaius still didn't have any pleasant looks.

"So, who is talking to me?"

He stared at the old man in front of him, and his tone was indifferent: "The sixth Red King Gregory with the most profound wisdom? John the third Red King with the most devout faith? Hansel, the ninth Red King with the most mercy? Or the immortal Red King, the first generation ...... closest to the gods."

Gaius paused, pronounced the name, and his eyes sharpened:

"Inhuman Peter!"

After a brief silence, the Red King shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Peter was dead three hundred years ago. ”

He calmly spoke out the secrets that the Order had kept secret for hundreds of years.

- Self-shutdown, never restart.

If you don't worry, you can go and destroy his last body in this world, I remember the location...... Well, it's under the emblem of the Holy Resurrection Cathedral, and that guy really chose a good place. ”

"Dead?"

Gaius was stunned: "Why?"

"If you want to say why......"

The Red King picked up the cold coffee, sniffed the smell with a hint of burnt, and lowered his eyes: "After using theology as a bridge to truly understand what it means to be human, he has completely despaired of the nature of human beings, right?"

Gaius did not speak.

He never thought that he regarded himself as a great enemy, and even fought all his life, tried everything, and used countless sacrifices and costs to defeat the enemy...... The monster he regarded as hiding behind the scenes and controlling the world for hundreds of years is long dead.

He's dead?

It's as simple as that?

"Don't worry, I'm not going to lie, the Nibelungen kept a detailed record of his pre-suicide record, and it was recorded in a way that is unfalsified enough to win your trust. ”

The Red King said indifferently: "The third generation of the Red King, John's brain stem, has long since decayed, and after leaving a copy of the record, his self-consciousness has dissipated.

Gregory, the sixth Red King, had been silent for decades and had not spoken a word again. The ninth Red King has gone mad and was removed from the Nibelungen link sixteen years ago...... Before he died of exhaustion, he confessed his sins and cursed his soul day and night.

He did not ascend to heaven after death, but before he died, he had already fallen into hell.

This is the original sin of man, Gaius. ”

“......”

After a long silence, Gaius looked at the old man in front of him, as if trying to penetrate his shell to see what was hidden beneath it.

"-So, who is talking to me?"

The Red King smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's a candidate who has been waiting for decades and failed to become the Red King. He said, "It's the 'Last Red King.'" ”

As he spoke, the old man lifted his head, revealing a tiny scar below the lineline, knocking on his skull—the brainstem, the cerebral medulla, and the gray matter there...... Everything in the brain has been taken out.

In the empty skull, the delicate machinery was running silently, except for a dim green light that represented 'normal operation' in the forehead.

The slender scar looked like it hadn't fully healed, it was still new.

"Ten days ago, I succeeded as the new Red King and became the dominant consciousness of the Nibelungen, but at this time. Ridiculous, isn't it?"

The old man said to himself: "'I want to become a Holy See', from the first time I opened the cover of the Holy Order, my life has been such a goal.

I've waited so long to finally get my chance, and I can't just give up because this title doesn't make sense. ”

Gaius was silent.

"The existence of the Holy City is meaningless, and from the very beginning, the Order existed to make humanity better survive. Since humanity has chosen to let the Order withdraw from the stage, the Order withdraws from the stage.

Before I arrived, I had destroyed the last of the operating chambers that could be used for brain extraction. ”

The last Red King said that he looked at him and congratulated him sincerely: "Congratulations on completing a great feat that no one has done in the past - the inheritance of the Red King, and cutting off the self from the future."

From now on, it will be you who will be in charge of the world, and you will decide the future of humanity. ”

Gaius did not speak.

The old man, who was as cold as iron, lowered his head and clenched his fists. There seemed to be anger in the pupils, but it seemed empty.

It's hard to hide the loss and exhaustion.

Gaius closed his eyes.

In the silence, there was only the sound of the Red King opening the chest, and then taking out the contents one by one.

"This is my last job as the Red King, so let's take a look, Gaius. The Red King took the things and said over and over again, "The original copy of the Book of Ruins, the technology that was once hidden by the Order, and the secrets that even the Cardinal Church cannot access are all here. ”

At the end, he took out the bottom of the box.

He placed the thin six-page paper in front of Gaius.

"And this, I'm afraid that's the most important thing for you. ”

"What's that?"

"History. ”

The Red King looked at him: "The history of the Order written by the Nibelungen after I succeeded the Red King—if there are any history books for future generations, six pages, this is only a small weight that the Red King can occupy in real history." ”

Thin six pages.

From the Dark Ages to the present day.

There is no mention of the nations, no wars, or even a list of the major initiatives of the Order over the years. Its content revolves around only one point, the changes in the Order under the command of the Red King in each generation.

From the first generation, the inhuman Peter, the cruel William, the pious John, the incompetent William II, the resolute Paomend, the wise Gregory ...... All the way to the iron-blooded Ian, the cunning Ludovic, and finally the Nameless King.

Five hundred years, just six pages.

The great first generation created the Order and brought about its current evil, the cruel Second Generation made the Order a monster because he magnified the Order, the pious John brought faith without noticing the signs of corruption within, the incompetent William tried to purge the Order only to turn them away, the resolute Paomendle relied on the single-minded Monks to restore the original purpose of the Order, but it was difficult to return to the past, and the wise Gregory created a new balance of power, but the Order became a complete organ of power and began to study the taboo......

After 120 years of hard work, it was difficult for the Order to maintain its original purity and integrity, and it was constantly remediated and innovated, but this monster became more and more bloated and large.

indulgences, loans, finance, canonizations......

It has only been a hundred years since the establishment for the salvation of mankind to the time when the cardinal sympathized with the people and drank the wine, saying that 'a paradise alone is not enough to repay such a wonderful feat'.

To this day, the Order is still able to maintain a trace of its original intention, trying to correct the out-of-control world...... It is already a miracle that the popes of the past have sacrificed themselves and relied on the immortality of the Nibelungen.

"See, this is the beginning and the end of the Order. ”

The Red King looked down at Gaius and whispered, "No matter what the original intention, after a hundred years, it will become an ugly desire."

The world is the same, and human beings will not change. No matter what kind of system and form of government, the long years will give human beings more and more greed and madness. From the protection of one's loved ones to the deformed greed for goods, it is only a brief moment in history.

You have overthrown the shackles of the Order, eradicated this cancer, done what the previous Red Kings could not do, and planted a new beginning.

Now, it's your turn to experience the curse that once wrapped around us. ”

"That's your plan?"

Gaius indifferently dropped the manuscript: "Use this kind of thing to make me compromise?"

"No, it's just the words of the loser, the suffering of the winner. ”

The Red King smiled, full of mockery: "You have got the new generation you want. Hopefully, ten years from now, you will still be able to maintain your original intention, and the world will still be what you want it to be. ”

"Rest assured. Gaius's expression was cold, "I will." ”

"Well, I never doubted that. ”

The Red King looked at his white and sighed softly, "It's a pity that you're old, Gaius." When you die, who will sustain your new generation?"

Gaius was silent.

The Red King raised his finger and tapped on the table, and there was an empty sound from the table, like a dull echo of a coffin.

"Who's coming? your godson Hein, your deputy, Frank, or your student Brightman?"

With each name, the Red King's eyes became more pity, "Gaius, they are all dead, and you have no successor." Come to think of it, the wolf flute is not a national talent, and Paganini is just a pure musician......

Or is it the Son of God for whom you have high hopes?"

Gaius did not speak.

"Well, a living god, an eternal emperor on earth. ”

The Red King seemed to get a glimpse of what he was thinking, "If that's the case, it's indeed much better than us." For miracles, it is not easy to live and it is not delusional.

It's just that there is a premise for all this......"

He didn't go on.

Because Gaius was looking at him, his eyes showed a fierce killing intent.

If he said one more word, Gaius would have destroyed him here.

After suddenly obtaining everything and the fulfillment of his life, Gaius finally realized what it was like to be the once Red King.

Pain like a curse.

Hallucinatory laughter rang out, echoing through the deserted corners of the palace, hovering like a ghost.

That was once the king of the Caucasus...... He was already dead, but his body was buried in the ground, with laughter and cold eyes staring at the world, waiting for this day to come.

As he said, the person who unleashes the monster will one day experience the pain of being devoured by the monster.

Gaius closed his eyes and calmed the vertigo in his head.

The doctor told him to take medicine if he had severe symptoms, but he was unwilling to show weakness in front of his enemies. I can only let dizziness and lethargy spread in my brain, as if countless people are whispering in their ears, one after another.

Those who followed him and died for him still linger here.

Asked softly.

- Gaius, you created the gods, but will the gods really be willing to obey you?

Gaius did not speak again.

"In any case, I have already handed over this problem and the solution to it. ”

The Red King took his coat from the coat rack, draped it over his body, and said goodbye to the new Lord of the World: "So, I will take my leave, Gaius.

Hopefully, in a hundred years, you won't become a sinner in this world. ”

He withdrew his gaze and closed the door, leaving one last whisper: "Hope too...... Humanity can be truly destroyed in its own hands. ”

The door closed.

In silence, the last nameless king passed through the slightly crumbling palace, boarded the carriage again, and departed.

On the steps of the doorway, Abraham smoked a cigarette.

Silence throughout.

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