Chapter 056: My Own People
The Sabbath was killed in battle.
As the front-line commander of Paradise Lost, he has borne the most positive pressure in the last six years.
To put it bluntly, without the Sabbath, Paradise Lost would not have survived these six years, and the director and the others would not have been able to escape for so long even with a sub-light speed spaceship.
Even the overall battle plan of Paradise Lost was made by Sabbath, and the director was more like a logistics manager, helping Sabbath coordinate various resources.
Even he fell in this war.
This is the second time in a group of five that someone has died.
The amnesiac goes on a mission to Brave New World and is killed.
The Sabbath died on the battlefield.
Even if he is very bad on weekdays, No. 1 can't help but have a feeling of sadness for the dead rabbit and the fox.
Before he could drop the pearl, he was banished by the director.
"Remember your mission."
The principal repeated,
"Seven days! Seven days at least! If you can't complete the mission, you won't come back alive. ”
Number One said confidently,
"Look at what you're talking about, when did I mess up? I'm number one! ”
In the escape boat, Number One was not left alone for long.
Soon, a spaceship finds him, and the rebels arrive.
"Password verification passed, authentication in progress..."
After completing the simple verification, the person opposite No. 1 stretched out his hand,
"Codenamed Warden, One, I'm in charge of taking you back to HQ where we will negotiate the surrender of Paradise Lost..."
Watchman?
No. 1 looked at the other party a few times and asked curiously,
"Have you awakened your abilities, what are your abilities, and what is the price?"
The caretaker's face was cold, and he said bluntly,
"My ability is to guard, and when the ability is activated, the object being guarded cannot be too far away from me."
Obviously, this ability is specifically for Guard One.
As Saturday said, the ability awakened has a weak impact on the overall battle situation.
They are a weakened version of superheroes, appearing on the battlefield, can play a tactical role, and it is difficult to influence strategy.
However, it is appropriate for the Keeper to keep an eye on One.
As for the price of ability, of course the caretaker didn't say it, and Number One couldn't find out.
"Really capable?"
With a twinkle in his eye, Number One asked,
"How did you awaken, what do you think is the principle of awakening, and why don't we have awakened people in Paradise Lost?"
Number One had too many questions for the caretaker to answer.
He just did what he was told.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Number One began to try.
He experimented, and he really couldn't get too far away from the other party!
Once the distance exceeds five meters, No. 1 is like hitting a wall of air, and it is difficult to move an inch.
"This ability is really enviable."
One sighed, obediently returned to the warden, and muttered to himself,
"The more this is the case, the more people doubt the authenticity of this world, how can you say that a good person can awaken superpowers, it doesn't make sense! Have we done any research on this? If not, I can take care of it, and all the projects I'm responsible for in Paradise Lost have the highest yield..."
The caretaker ignored the other party and instead steered the spaceship and returned to the ground battlefield first.
Peace talks have begun, the two sides have reached a tacit truce, and the ship is moving fast.
In less than half an hour, they were on the ground.
According to One's request, he was to go to a place to see a corpse before returning to the rebel headquarters.
"That's it ahead."
The Keeper led Number One through the broken line of defense to a rudimentary mourning hall.
It was none other than the Sabbath lying in the mourning hall.
This is also the first time I have seen the Sabbath in the past few years.
He lay quietly in a coffin made of iron, mostly improvised from a cannonball, and covered with a flag bearing the symbol of Paradise Lost.
Number One stared at the sabbath's pale dead face, and even poked his finger a few times.
"It's really dead..."
The smell of decay on the Sabbath, Number One will not admit it.
The Sabbath rested.
Number One insisted on coming here, not to stall for time.
Rather, it is necessary to make sure with your own eyes that the Sabbath is really dead.
He raised his head and looked around, everyone's faces were familiar, and it could be said that they were exactly the same, but there were few people who knew No. 1.
Most of the first group of old people in Paradise Lost were killed in this war.
"Magician?"
No. 1 saw an acquaintance and said hello,
"Why don't you bury this dead man, be careful of the corpse!"
The magician lost half of his body in the war, and his left arm and left eye were replaced with mechanical prosthetics.
He didn't bother to talk to the patriarch, and stabbed,
"I'll build a circus another day, and I'll definitely leave you a clown seat."
Laughter rang out.
The mourning hall was suddenly filled with happy air.
Even the dead man lying in the coffin seemed to have a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Fuck, a foreigner in the war, an insider in the civil war!"
Number One kicked the tin coffin, clanged, and turned away in a huff.
A pseudo-lady Luden muttered quietly,
"Look, the patriarch and the Sabbath still have feelings, so I said that this pair of enemies CP can knock..."
Another chasing drama Lu Deng nodded, feeling that the other party was reasonable, he started too late, and now the ghost CP is estimated to be not sweet enough.
Paradise Lost is big, and there are all kinds of ludens.
Number One glanced back at the two of them and didn't say anything more.
If Paradise Lost is all this kind of goodness, awakening? Feel a fart!
Beside him, the caretaker who had been following spoke,
"One, why do you insist on seeing the Sabbath with your own eyes?"
Number raised an eyebrow and asked disdainfully, "Do I have to answer this question?" ”
"Yes."
The Warden repeated,
"This is also a matter of the Prophet."
Number One rolled his eyes and mocked,
"Are you Ludon or a dog of the Prophet, and you will do whatever he tells you to do?"
The caretaker was unmoved, and replied earnestly,
"Only a prophet can lead us against the brave new world."
Number One said disdainfully,
"I suspect that the prophet's power is not prophecy but brainwashing, turning you all into fools."
Suddenly, Number One thinks Paradise Lost is good.
At least those Ludons don't be dogs.
Obviously, there is nothing harmful or insulting to the caretaker about such a thing as the Prophet being insulted by Number One.
The caretaker will not be angry over such a trivial matter.
One continues to output,
"Is there a problem with your memory, no, this is not a matter of memory at all, this is a matter of historical values, do you know, in history, there is nothing that cannot be operated without anyone, there is no such thing as saying that this thing cannot be done without a prophet, your ideological consciousness is deeply poisoned by personal heroism..."
As the patriarch of Paradise Lost, No. 1 is in Paradise Lost, and his daily work and life are mouthfuls, commonly known as the pressure monster.
I don't do anything, I put pressure on my teammates like crazy, I have more than half of the merit, and I will count you immediately if I have a pot.
After the number one finished speaking, the caretaker calmly asked,
"The Prophet is to the Resistance what the Master is to Paradise Lost."
Number One sneered, "The Master has been dead for six years!" ”
For the first time, a smile appeared on the watchman's face, and it was the smile of the victor,
"So, you lost."
This sentence dealt a severe blow to No. 1's arrogance.
However, the Warden underestimated the bottom line of Number One.
As we all know, No. 1 never has a bottom line.
"How do you talk, brother, it's they who lost!"
He put his arms around the caretaker and said with a smile,
"We're our own people!"
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