Chapter 1623: Signals and Memories of Return (Part II)
Lisuman shrugged her shoulders and didn't reply, turning straight ahead. Macquarie knew that Lisuman must not have listened to him, but he didn't care. The Knights of the Round Table are not short of these maintenance costs, and of course there is no shortage of materials and manpower, and some of the seemingly simple and ordinary buildings of the top knights in the empire are not so easy to destroy. Especially now that the Knights of the Round Table are stationed, the artificial inductive force field affects all the high-level surgeons who enter this place all the time.
Macquarie walked forward, thinking about what would happen in the banded mountains. After a few breaths, he felt something slowly approaching him, and his mind returned to the present. Beneath you is a wide main road of the Knights of the Round Table, and you can reach the edge in the direction behind Macquarie. That's where the enemy is going.
"Fortunately, I have already come to my senses. There was a very crisp voice in his heart speaking to Macquarie. At first, from McGree's point of view, he didn't think the Holy Emperor's Hall would do it this way. But as things changed, Macquarie adjusted his thoughts in time.
Just because you don't fear death and aging doesn't mean others won't. This is especially true for people who are in high positions or have large possessions. Macquarie thought that from the beginning, he was born into an aristocracy and did not lack money and status, and then as his strength grew, there were many obstacles in the past few decades, but it was a smooth journey. In addition, Macquarie himself and others do have a slight difference in thinking, resulting in some ideas, even if Macquarie can often guess with reason and evidence, but he can never get around the emotional side of being a human being, or the huge endless ambition and endless desire.
Thinking ends with the sound of crisp footsteps, and Macquarie sighs, wondering why he thinks about such a question at such a time when there is no right answer. In front of the wide road, two men in combat attire were already standing.
The difference in size between the two is not big, just one tall and one short. Wearing an alloy mask, hardened keratin is visible around the edges of the mask in the dark light, which holds the mask firmly in place on the faces of the two. One was in the prime of life, and the other had almost white hair, revealing a smell of corruption. The two people standing there were invisibly like two towering mountains, and the pressure was overwhelming.
When they were 100 meters apart, Macquarie and the opposite side stopped at the same time. None of them made the first move, and the hundred or so meters between the two were not a distance in the eyes of the three of them, and it was only a matter of a moment to cross it. Observing each other, the slightest flaw will become an opportunity in the eyes of both parties.
The air between the two "buzzing γγγ" suddenly rose translucent waves, each rushing towards the other, and meeting in the middle. As the wind began to converge around them, a wall of air built up in the middle, compressed very quickly, and finally almost transparent. It was a paper-thin object, sandwiched between the two. A cloud of smoke rises from a strip of hard concrete under the paper-like wall of compressed air, and then the strip of concrete that emits light smoke turns a dark red in an instant. The color deepened in the blink of an eye, and with the sound of disintegration, the concrete turned straight into a bright red molten until it became brighter and whiter, and finally evaporated most of the material in a blazing white light, leaving behind a crystalline residue.
"Boom!" the paper-like wall of air lost its tremendous hedging power at this moment, and exploded with a bang. The wall of qi rushed towards the surroundings with a wave of heat, but it couldn't shake the three people who stood still. The eyes never left each other, and the heat wave with the shock was not a mission threat to them at all.
"Tovelest's expulsion from the Chiraantis doesn't seem entirely to be the fault of the mad girl. With a deputy head like you by your side, with your strength and brain at the top, you can accomplish the same thing even without a mad girl. The gray-haired old man spoke, "Macquarie, you should know that since we are here, we must be 100% sure that we will not leave a chance. With the strength of the Chiraandi family alone, it is impossible to compete with us. I think you're very inconsiderate. β
"If it were me, I wouldn't be here today, but I would have focused on the time and attention to care about what to do later. The dry, hoarse voice continued, "The banded mountains have begun there, and your team doesn't seem to be in great shape there. You should be there, Macquarie. β
"I wanted to go there too, but after thinking about it for a long time, I thought it would be better to come here myself. Macquarie's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, "Because if it were me, I could at least talk to you, and maybe I could avoid some unnecessary processes." If our Knight Captain, Miss Hilda, comes in my placeγγγ"
"So neither of you are a good fit, Macquarie. The old man sighed, "You know how important Tovelestt is to the Holy Fathers, and you were absolutely aware of this kind of thing long before he left the Chiraantis. I don't understand why you're doing that. You should have expected this situation a long time ago. Not many chances, Macquarie. Observations show that there will be six red stars coming this time, and even if the third generation of the Imperial Knight King becomes a block, the Holy Fathers will never compromise in the slightest. β
"It's not just the Holy Fathers. You know who has joined the alliance and who is about to get out of the way. You've got decades to use it. But for the Holy Fathers, for the Elders, and for the 'relics' who have been dormant in the tundra for many years, their time is counted in days. You don't know how they're feeling, and you don't know their determination and desire for life, Macquarie. β
"This is what the Holy Fathers have asked me to do, to speak to you in their place until all the plans are carried out. You don't have to doubt the truth of these words. The Holy Fathers, and other allies, can promise you a lot of things, and if they don't go too far, they will fulfill them. β
The old man's words were serious, like an exhortation to the younger generation, full of ceremonial solemnity: "This is the last chance, Macquarie, I hope you will think about it." We can give you a few minutes. β
Macquarie waved his hand as the old man's tail came out of his throat: "I don't know if I should be happy or panicked by such an overestimate." β
There was no more to say, and the silence suddenly came. McQuarry's eyes narrowed slightly, and the invisible spread to all sides, and the golden pupils also burst from the center of it at this moment, turning into a blood-red cross with a faint green.