"Please, save them..."

The Star-Bulletin's plea rippled in the subspace, and was quickly swallowed up by the aetheric turbulence.

Looking at the countless people kneeling in the refugee boat, and the foul stench of blood on their ragged clothes that never completely dried, a sense of absurd drama welled up in Russell's heart.

"Do you pray to the gods, and the gods pray to me......

Russell sighed lightly and nodded, "I can save them, but you have to die." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the Bullet Star agreed.

Then Russell opened his palm, and a hollow corner was projected into this corner of the universe, and the newly born subspace entity was not even stable, even if it was only an empty corner, he was powerless to resist, and in a moment, this entity condensed by countless human yearning for a better life, the embodiment of the concept of utopia, was completely destroyed by Russell.

It's like it never existed.

The prayers of the refugees were no longer answered, and the chaos in the cabin began to grow, and with that done, Russell sent Inquisitor Amecantus an immediate and forcible halt to the operation, or he would open fire on him with the threat of force.

The law enforcement forces of the Inquisition soon ceased their operations, and the commotion in the refugee boat gradually subsided.

Grey Wind leaned on Russell's shoulder and asked, "Why did you kill him?" The embodiment of love and compassion, the embodiment of utopia...... This universe is sinister enough, isn't it good to let such a wonderful being exist? ”

Or do you hate this imposter with your name on it? Don't want anyone to be worshipped as you?

Russell shook his head: "You know me, Grey Wind, I don't care about the vain name that is sought after by all people, and I don't have any hostility towards this newborn secondary god, but I have to kill him, there is no other choice." ”

"Why?" Grey Wind asked.

"Because in this universe, God = evil." Russell said categorically.

"It's a hopelessly universe, Grey Wind, you understand? No being can save this place, not even the Ancient Saints. Danxing Bodhisattva is very good and compassionate, he was born from the yearning and love of human beings for a better life, his eyes are full of mother-like love and tenderness, but even if it is beautiful, it will be alienated when it comes to this ghost place. ”

"Humanity wants to live well, it wants to have a utopia, so the Bulleter is loving and kind, and he will voluntarily die in order for me to save his child, but does Grey Wind know? The kindness of the bullet is not really goodness, but the goodness that believers hope for. ”

"Today's human beings are living in dire straits, and they hope that the star bullet will be merciful and merciful to save the suffering, and then the star bullet will be merciful and compassionate."

"In the future, if human beings live in a normal society where material scarcity is no longer scarce, everyone's definition of 'good life' and 'utopia' at that time will change again, not possibly, but certainly, definitely. The 40,000-year-long history of mankind has proven this countless times. ”

"People who would have been satisfied with just having industrial starch to fill their stomachs will start to find white rice difficult to swallow. Slaves who used to be unclothed will feel that ordinary cloth clothes are not as comfortable and beautiful as the latest trendy clothes. Huts that can only shelter from the wind and rain can no longer meet people's living needs, they need luxury ecological parks......"

"I don't even need to make an analogy, at this moment, in this galaxy, there is an imperial nobleman who owns a planet as his back garden, but he still feels that a bedroom the size of a planet is still too cramped."

"The bread dealer hopes that the star will punish other bakeries for unfair competition and stealing his business. Jewelers hope that an accident on the mineral planet will reduce rough production. Candidates who have reached the admission score but are unable to enter the school of their choice due to the full number of students secretly pray that the others in front of them will die quickly to make room for themselves...... Isn't this a yearning for a better life? Wouldn't such a prayer be counted? ”

Aren't human beings not religious enough when they pray to God for their own good?

No, only more religious.

"Killing, violence, extremism, lust...... The current star player may be merciful or kind, but with the growth of the believers and the change of the social environment, the originally pure He will definitely be polluted by the evil of human nature, depraved, crazy, and finally turned into an extremely brutal subspace evil god, just like the fear of sadism and slain. ”

Russell exhaled: "This is not a hypothesis I have listed, but an established fact that is destined to happen, and no one, no matter how much effort they make, can change the fact that this universe is a hellish abyss where not even a glimmer of hope exists." There's no cure for him—so I must kill the Stubble to prevent a Chaos God called the Stubler from ascending to the throne. ”

Grey Wind was silent for a long time and asked, "Is this universe really that hopeless?" ”

"Incorrigible." Russell said, "The only thing that awaits it is destruction, and nothing but destruction." ”

"Okay, I see." Greywind nodded.

The corpses of humans who had died in a stampede were sent into the industrial workshop on the refugee ship surrounded by the black ships of the Inquisition, and no one asked where they were, except that they didn't have to go hungry on their way to the next star system.

Under Russell's intimidation by force, Inquisitor Amecantios gave up the efficient and violent search, and instead asked the psionic masters in the fleet to intervene directly through divination and scanning to find the untouchable hidden in the cabin.

- He was able to get the psionic master to do it from the start, and let the law enforcement team violently search just to save some money.

After all, compared to the lives of tens of thousands of refugees, the price of asking a psionic master to sell is really a bit expensive.

After apprehending the untouchables, Amécansius politely said goodbye to Russell, and the Black Ship fleet left the edge of the Green Mood Storm vortex and headed for the Moro Star Field, leaving only the refugee ship that had been deburdened by death remained in place, and the faulty engine lit several times in a row after being extinguished.

Russell sealed his biometric code in an encryption key and sent it to the leader of the refugees, Inquisitor Halquin.

"Show this key to the administrator of any star gate in the Far Eastern Star Field, and the Federation will arrange your next life." Russell instructed.

"This ...... Thank you so much! Al Quinn was overjoyed, and copied the key directly into his brain: "Admission to Heaven ......"

"Huh? Heaven..."Russell smiled and shook his head.

He had no interest in caring about the lives and deaths of this group of refugees, and it didn't make any sense to have the Human Federation support an extra group of illiterate people who didn't have any skills to use, it was just fulfilling his promise to the Bullet Star.

"Although the Bullet Star Bodhisattva is dead, his followers are still there." Gray Wind reminded: "As long as faith remains, in time, a new Bullet Star Bodhisattva will be born, my dear, if you want to completely eradicate the creation of evil gods, my suggestion is to exterminate the human race." ”

"Maybe." Russell shook his head, "It's time for us to go, Grey Wind." Next stop, go Armageddon. ”

(End of chapter)