In the underground passage of Deno District, Yorkham Jones made a choice, he picked up the basket and ran quickly towards the passage where the white gulls crowed.

Yorkham Jones was eager to find the perfect solution, but there were so many forces involved in the 3.15 explosion that the 'joy' of being a demon demigod was only part of it.

In the face of such a powerful and unstoppable torrent, even if Yorkham Jones is a 'fate stowaway', he can only helplessly follow the torrent.

The shaping of real history is not something that a small person like him can participate in.

As Dale said earlier, his strength is too weak.

However, Yorkham Jones was not pessimistic, he was ready to meet Hornby, and then make a final decision, although he was weak, but the Church of Light was not weak.

As the pace of progress, the song of the white gull gradually became clearer, and bright light appeared in the distance of the dark passage.

Through the light, Yorkham Jones saw faces of all types, from teenage children to gray-haired old ladies.

It didn't matter what these people did, and it didn't matter how old they were, because Yorkham Jones saw a dead intent in their eyes.

This death intent is very peculiar, it is happy, it is excited.

Yorkham Jones knew that it was a death will to sacrifice for a dream.

And their dream is Hornby's dream, and Hornby's dream, Yorkham Jones doesn't know yet, so he picks up the pace a bit.

Every time they ran in front of people, they saluted Yorkham Jones and seemed to thank something.

A few minutes later, Yorkham Jones finally ran into the brightly lit hall.

The hall was a circular staircase, and each floor was filled with people, all their eyes fixed on the center of the hall, and Hornby was standing in the center.

"Thank you, Mr. Pastor, for coming. ”

Hornby wore the bachelor's uniform of St. Cotine's College today, and as he saluted, the people on each flight of the stairs saluted to Yorkham Jones.

"Why should they thank me?" asked Yorkham Jones, and walked up.

"Witness. ”

Hornby whispered back a few words, and politely removed his hat:

"Mr. Pastor, you are the only one who has witnessed our cause and our sacrifice. ”

"Perhaps, after today, all of us here will become members of the historical shame of terror against humanity, but Mr. Pastor, you will remember the truth of history. ”

"What is your career?"

After asking the question, Yorkham Jones slowly crouched down and looked at every face around him.

All of them, with the same eyes, perseverance, determination, and martyrdom for their dreams, seemed ready to sacrifice.

"In tomorrow's report, we will become an anti-human organization that destroys the industry of the Kingdom of Nochland, and we will inflict indelible disasters and losses on the Kingdom of Nochland, as well as countless human beings on the continent of Sidava. ”

Hornby said with a smile, sat down as well, and pulled a book from behind him.

The Nature of Humanity.

This book, which Yorkham Jones has seen many times, and even read it himself, is still written by the kind fat uncle St. Cotin.

Hornby turned the first page, and the people around him read:

"Who is us and who is the enemy, it matters!"

After the response resounded throughout the ground, Hornby spoke:

"King St. Cotin's classification was easily recognizable, he divided mankind into two classes, the 'nobles' and the 'commoners', and told the world that these were two classes that were forever opposed, classes that were eternally fighting. ”

He wrote down his life's experiences, as well as his thoughts, in this book. ”

"He is the greatest dragon slayer, because until he died, he did not become a new dragon. ”

At this time, the lovely Ching Ching muttered two sentences, and then looked at Hornby with cute big eyes:

"Why did the Dragon Slayer Warrior turn into an evil dragon?"

"Desire. ”

Hornby replied with two words, and continued:

"Human desires, with almost no limits, will never be satisfied. ”

"And desire, every time it grows stronger, it will become more corrosive, so every time human beings pass a stage, when desire is no longer controlled, there will be a war that almost destroys itself and the world. ”

With that, Hornby turned the second page.

Then, the sound that echoed throughout the ground rang out again:

"Everything that every 'commoner' has is obtained through his own labor, and there has never been a reward from anyone, nor a kindness from anyone. ”

"If it is deserved, it must be just, and justice is inalienable. ”

After a while, Hornby said:

"King St. Codin left the 'commoners' a book on dragon slaying, and he wrote, 'The greatest strength is unity.' ’”

"But unfortunately, it is the 'nobles' who remember these words, and the 'commoners' have long forgotten everything in their self-touch. ”

At this time, the surrounding crowd sang:

"Light and justice are forgotten,

I hear the world crying,

The history of pathos is always repeated,

When will the son of mankind wake up?"

Listening to the singing, Yorkham Jones suddenly said:

"A warrior who becomes a dragon is naturally smarter, and it can learn the lessons of the previous dragon and thus be a dragon for a longer time. ”

As he spoke, Yorkham Jones stared into Hornby's eyes:

"Every warrior thinks he can create a beautiful and fair world before he becomes a dragon, but reality is not an adventure story. ”

"In adventure stories, the only evil thing is always the dragon. ”

"In the real world, there is not only malice, but also countless stupidity. ”

Hornby nodded and replied:

"'Commoners' are labeled as 'aristocrats', masculinists, feminists, equalizers, transgenderists, environmentalists, animalists, handicappers..."

As he spoke, Hornby suddenly sighed:

"Maybe history can't fit these labels, but it seems that everyone likes to label one or two on themselves, and then tell about their weakness and injustice..."

"Everyone labels themselves and compares them to their former 'selves', and then lets their former 'selves' compensate for them..."

"But what about the truth?"

"Who the hell stole their stuff?"

"Maybe it's long gone, the people who put the label, they just want to prove that they are weaker than others, so that they can establish false justice, become a false 'moral code'. ”

Hornby suddenly stood up, as if he were giving a speech at the House of Hope, his eyes full of pity:

"What about true and beautiful morality?"

"Where have the kindness, devotion, innocence, industriousness, thrift, and so on that once existed?"

"Perhaps, it has long been cut and crushed, and it has long been rotten and stinky under the wrapping paper..."

"But no one has ever cared about this!"

"Everyone has forgotten who they are and who the enemy is, they only remember the label that was attached to themselves!"

Hearing this, Yorkham Jones recited the opening chapter of The Nature of Man:

"Who is us and who is the enemy, it matters. ”

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