A cacophony of sounds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huge basement with a huge conference table. The walls are nailed with dense war maps, which are already filled with various markers.

There are all kinds of materials and dossiers everywhere, and there is almost no place to stay.

The whole conference room was busy and full of anxiety.

The smoke of tobacco burning, which fills the air, carries with it the pungent smell of saliva and sweat. The hot warm wind blows out of the thermostatic matrix and mixes together in a way that is almost suffocating.

"Our defenses are crumbling!"

Next to the conference table, the old man in the wheelchair with lost hair was holding the report, his hands trembling: "Due to the operational mistake of the commander of the Western Fleet, the defense line has completely fallen!

In the end, he almost lost his voice, hammered his chest in grief, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the wheelchair.

"General Nolin!

The people next to him were confused, shouting, "Medic!

Two lame old men ran up to him and pushed him away.

In the midst of the chaos, the innermost old man angrily swept over the file on the table and roared: "Coward, coward, where is the commander of the Western Fleet! Burn him at the stake!"

"Burn him!" the others waved in agreement.

"No! you can't do that!"

The commander loudly defended: "I only have my own strategic calculations! Anglo's current territorial depth and food reserves are simply not able to compete with natural disasters head-on...... You can't do that! I want to see the Grand Inquisitor! I want to see the Grand Inquisitor!"

"Coward, die!"

The old man beside him, who was still wearing a qi-nourishing mask, got up in a rage, pulled out the decorative sword on the wall, and stabbed the commander in the stomach. No blood flowed out, the cables of the mechanical entrails were exposed under the tears in the clothes, and the blade of the sword passed through the space between the entrails, without pain or itching.

But the commander held his stomach exaggeratedly, screamed, and fell to the ground.

"Come on, drag him down!"

An old man with a metal pipe in his neck, wearing the hat of the Supreme Commander, waved his hand and said: "For this time, the only one who can see the Southern Legion is to take the map of Asgard!"

"Sir, there's no map of Asgard, so take a copy of the Caucasus and make do with it. ”

"Bastard, can these two be the same!"

The Supreme Commander roared angrily: "You are dereliction of duty! Dereliction of duty! Gendarme! Gendarme! That white-haired child, say you, come here! Yes, you are a gendarme, drag this guy down for me! Burn to death!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and stepped forward under the urging of the old man, not knowing what to do, the old man who was regarded as dereliction of duty squeezed his eyebrows at him, and gestured for a long time, Ye Qingxuan pushed him aside in embarrassment. The old men who were eating melon seeds on both sides covered a piece of red cloth and burned them at the stake.

Under the red cloth, the old man also let out a scream of being burned to death.

What the is this?

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan looked confused, and the 'command headquarters' was still in full swing. Someone kept pulling out urgent messages from the next room. There were also constant orders issued in the headquarters to mobilize troops from all over the country to defend and counterattack.

It's just that the orders are thrown into the trash can in the far corner, with cigarette ash and leftover fish bones, and no one cares about them.

Soon, with the order of the command, the situation of erosion improved slightly, but then, ten minutes later, it began to take a sharp turn, and after Anglo, the Western Desert, the northern ice fields were lost one after another, the whole country of Asgard fought to the death, fell, Burgundy was divided, and the Caucasus was ignited into a hell of fire with the strategic movement of the saints, and there was no more human remaining.

In the end, only the Holy City was left alone against the dark world.

In the suffocating silence, the Supreme Commander took off his hat and said in a hoarse voice: "Comrades, we have reached the most critical juncture! We must hold on to the Holy City! We must not lose! The 10,000th and 7th Crusade will never end because of this!!

He shouted the last sentence hoarsely, and all the other old men shouted feverishly. But in the midst of the bustle, there was a discordant sound.

"Wait!"

The old man who had just been 'stabbed to death' by his allies got up, waving a large book with a thick dictionary in his hand: "The host has miscalculated! There are obviously six enchantment co-ordinators on my flagship, and they are fully charged, how can it be that with one charge, I will be wiped out?"

The old man in charge of the calculation rolled his eyes: "100 dice, 'weather' you hit 9 dice, a big failure! Besides, your fleet is not well supplied, half of the musicians are lost in battle, and the Concorde has self-destructed!"

"I obviously have a terrain advantage!"

"The terrain advantage is negated!"

"Fart! That's not what the rule books say! You bastard, you miscalculated! And I've bought two airships! I've been eaten by you! Give me back my fleet!"

When he poked out his disclosure, the old man's face couldn't hold back: "I wrote the rules of the chapter of naval warfare! I changed it! You have an opinion!"

"Lao Tzu stabbed you heretic with a sword!"

"Come on, come on, don't come, you're my son!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, obviously they were all old people with life support tubes and mechanical internal organs, but they were unequivocal when they moved, and they fought instantly. The people next to them tried to pull them away, but the 'dead' who were condemned to be destroyed fanned the flames and trampled on their feet in the wrong place, and within a few minutes a group of people scuffled.

It looks like the 10,000th Crusade is about to stop......

Ye Qingxuan squatted next to him and shouted a few times, but found that no one paid attention to him, so he had to sigh, ready to wait for them to finish fighting. But a melon seed shell was thrown on his head.

He looked back and saw an old man poking his head out of the corner of the room, behind a curtain that had been drawn, and beckoned to him.

"Hey, young man, that's you...... Come here. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head helplessly, not knowing whether he was going to let himself drag out any more heretics, but after getting behind the curtain, he couldn't help but gasp.

Through a curtain, the atmosphere has become completely different.

As far as the eye can see, in addition to the mountains of files that have not been organized, there are metal and plastic cables, and machines piled up to occupy an entire wall.

Ye Qingxuan had seen all those things from the hospital.

Artificial oxygen synthesizers, heart rate monitors, hemodialysis pumps, ......

Dense cables extended from the ceiling, on the floor, or on the wall to the old man in the heavy iron chair, keeping him alive.

The half of the face that Ye Qingxuan saw just now may be the only flesh and blood he has left.

I can't help but feel that half of my cheekbones have been replaced by metal, and the rest of my body is almost impossible to survive. The emaciated old man was almost entirely embedded in the iron chair, wrapped in dense machinery.

The blood is propelled by an artificial heart, breathing is maintained by a steel heart, the spine is injected with an artificial solution, and even half of the skull is transparent, through which silver electrodes can be seen in the withered brain......

He sat in his chair, unable to even turn his head except for a slight movement back and forth, facing the wall. A narrow window was carved into the wall, and the dark sea was monotonous and dull with flames.

It was torture.

"Scared?"

The old man motioned for Ye Qingxuan to sit down, and smiled, but when the laughter came out of the metal vocal cords, there was a hint of strange hoarseness and sharpness:

"Your Excellency has come from afar, and you can't go out to greet you. The number of ceremonies is not weekly, and I hope it is included. ”

"It's okay, I'm still young, and if I can see the principal, it doesn't matter how much I run. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his face, looking at the dense wrinkles and age spots on his remaining face, but he couldn't tell how old he was......

"I know what you want to say, Mr. Ye. ”

The old man sighed softly, and his only dexterous left index finger tapped on the armrest: "Mr. Ye, you want to see us, but we may not be what you imagined - there are no principals here, and some are just a group of remnants of defeated generals abandoned by the times."

The Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith has long since collapsed, and we have taken refuge in this forgotten corner to lick our wounds, even to the point where the leader has died in the Holy Wheel Court.

You'd like to find a temple here, but it's just a pile of ruins, worthless, isn't it, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, took off the holy belt that symbolized his identity, threw it aside, and just looked into his eyes: "I have a place where I need to rely on you." ”

"I know. ”

The old man looked at the holy belt beside Ye Qingxuan, his eyes became emotional, his fingers moved, and he pointed: "Can I take a look at it?"

Ye Qingxuan put the holy belt into his hand, he clenched it, his fingers caressed the pattern on it, and a wistful smile appeared on his remaining face:

"The Holy Belt of the Grand Inquisitor...... It's so good, I've seen it again after a hundred years. ”

Ye Qingxuan sat quietly next to him, looking at the same scenery as him, and did not disturb, letting him reminisce about the past time.

After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, you can call me 'Stone'. ”

The old man introduced himself: "I'm just like the group of old ghosts you just saw, let's be a ...... The last remnant of the Inquisition. ”

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

The last remnant of iniquity is not the Congregation of the Faith, but the Inquisition......

The Inquisition was dissolved more than ninety years ago!

How many years did this group of guys live......

Moreover, when the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith left the Holy City, it was almost considered a clean house, and there was no room for any possessions to be taken with them. According to what Ye Qingxuan saw, the mechanical internal organs, artificial blood, and life-supporting facilities of these old people are a staggering number every day alone.

What is the identity of the people who can make them ruin their families, smash pots and sell iron, and build these facilities at all costs?

"Mr. Ye doesn't have to care. ”

Stone let out a strange gasping sound, as if he was laughing, "If we have any good points, we only have to live a long time." In the past, when the Inquisition was still there, some of us were dervishes, some were judges, some were purification musicians, and some were knights of the Witch's Hammer...... Now, we're all just a bunch of old waste that doesn't live more than five minutes away from the oxygen tube. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Whoever is serious is stupid. (To be continued.) )