"Send out pieces that are better than the enemy and wreak havoc - presumably it will be a hearty battle for the audience. Actually, once you try it, you get tired of it. After all, a battle without any suspense is actually equivalent to spoiling the result to the audience in advance, and who would expect the result that is already known? ”

The pleasant tone echoed in the conference room, and under the eyes of the voice, the breathing became cautious, let alone anyone who dared to interject.

"Honestly, all of you here are outstanding and outstanding people among the human race, and in any other era, any of you would have left your own chapter in history. But unfortunately, you are in this era, in the same era as you, and no matter how hard you try, how hard you try to change all this, you will only end up in vain, and then you will slowly grow old and die while lamenting, 'I knew I shouldn't have been born in the same era as this guy!'. Regret and remorse are left behind. ”

It can be said that this is the limit of human beings, and it can also be said that it is the fate of people who are born as human beings but try to challenge the gods.

A man who makes wings out of wax and feathers and flies to the sun;

made countless feats, created immortal legends that were praised by future generations, and finally died by the gods cursed;

Those who deceive the gods, who once deceived even the god of death, and are eventually taken to hell, who constantly push the rocks to the top of the mountain all day long, but always roll the rocks down at the last moment, and repeat the futile deeds over and over again;

Since ancient times, those who challenge the gods have died in lamentation and remorse, without exception.

"From God's point of view, you can defeat the agent of God's will? There must be a limit to naivety and absurdity, how can a small trick be useful to me?"

"God's Perspective" - The Miracle of St. Lucia. It is said that it is observed from the perspective of God, but in fact, it is connected to the consciousness of the people around him, and with the help of a large number of consciousnesses, he coordinates various information and information, constructs highly accurate predictions, and realizes the future that is best for him by eliminating other future differences. This ability has a clearer direction and purpose than predicting the future, and it is more appropriate to call it "future qualification".

When shuffling the cards, Sister Leia used this ability to shuffle the deck into the order in which the Holy Maiden of Giel would definitely win, and then just deal the cards in the normal order and let the Holy Maiden achieve a perfect victory.

Under normal circumstances, it is true that the script will be faithfully performed, but the current situation is by no means normal, and it is impossible to expect that the original script can be executed without any mistakes.

Especially when Li Lin says "a certain sentence" and uses it as a trigger to activate a certain ability, whether it is magic, miracles, or even the whole world, it will be distorted. From that moment on, there was no possibility of victory. Next, as Li Lin said, it was just a unilateral crushing without suspense.

It's boring, boring, and if it weren't for the well-set finale of the stage, this Thousands of Champions would not even be a farce.

Li Lin couldn't feel the so-called boring, boring and other emotions, in order to better stimulate some people, force them to go on the stage, and add a little effect to the upcoming big play, he put on a boring mask.

"Even if you are the elite of the human race, even if you gamble your life, even if you use miracles, you still can't win against the Divine Will Agent. It was impossible to win in the first place, thinking that with enlightenment, with a miracle that I could rely on, I could win? If I could, I really wish the world was so easy, at least it would give me a taste of what failure and frustration are. It's a pity, it's really unwilling—"

The acerbic mockery scrapes the eardrum of all people like a knife, and the arrogance and ruthlessness of the exclusive strong strip people of their confidence and glory, leaving the mark of humiliation. Even if anyone wanted to refute it, to deny those mockery that bordered on insult, as long as it matched with that sneering face, all the words disappeared, and the strength of the refutation was withdrawn from the body.

Any argument is worthless in the face of the fact of a fiasco, and no courage is enough to sustain people in the face of Li Lin. In the face of the insurmountable, personified, and institutionalized "unreasonableness", the choice people can make is-

"Amen!"

With even more cannonballs, like the momentum of a falling star, Father Andersen rushed towards Li Lin, who was defenseless and still sitting on a high-backed chair talking and laughing.

It was several times faster than the previous battle, and it was impossible to imagine what a seriously wounded man could do, and while casting the keyblade to build an encirclement network from above and on both sides, he drew a new keyblade and stabbed it with a force at about the position of the head.

- It's impossible to catch up.

Although he immediately took action to stop Father Hans Christian Andersen, Roland's purple eyes only showed the priest's tall back.

And then.

Maybe it's an auditory hallucination.

In the tenths of a second that was stretched and extended, a sigh reached the ears of Andersen and Roland.

"Don't be in a hurry to find death—"

The moment I understood that sentence, the world twisted.

The world in front of Andersen's eyes spun rapidly, and the blood, bone marrow, gastric juice, bile, brain marrow, and even consciousness were almost thrown to the surface of his body by centrifugal force, and then the ground appeared in front of him.

Boom –

The roar and smoke of the grenade exploded, and Father Andersen's head sank deep into the floor, his body curled up in a half-kneeling position, and if it weren't for the blades between his fingers, he would have looked indistinguishable from a worshipper of the gods.

"St. Kitaujo's protection is really extraordinary, ordinary people have long since died and can't die anymore, but Mr. Priest is only concussed, what a great protection. But maybe I'll be happier to die like that. ”

The cold gaze swept over the blades that were close at hand, and the jaw-dropping faces were imprinted with red pupils.

Except for a few, the rest of the faces distorted by horror were unmistakably stupid words that read "How can this be".

This can also be said to be a matter of course, not to mention the impact of Father Andersen himself enough to destroy the hill, even the pinned key blade has enough power to cut through the armored train.

All the attacks, and it only took a few hairs to block them-

Wrap and secure the keyblades that strike from above and to the left and right with nine elongated hairs, and then use ten hairs to induce and distort the direction of Father Andersen.

The whole process was done in a flash of lightning, and there was no room for contingency and defense, and there was no room for reaction to what was happening. It wasn't until the dust fell that people understood what was happening.

"The blade is used to defeat the rebels, I'm not a traitor, so I'd better keep it for you to judge. ”

With a flick of her hair, the nine key blades landed in front of the Holy Maiden of Jiel and sank deep into the table.

"According to the rules of the game, the loser will be punished, and I believe that you are also mentally prepared, Miss. ”

Since ancient times, the loser of the game has to pay a corresponding price, sometimes money, sometimes power, sometimes a part of the body, sometimes life.

Willing to gamble and lose, and repay debts - this is an iron rule of course.

"When I was playing, I was thinking about what kind of punishment is appropriate. I'm not a sadist, I'm not a devil, I'm not a professional killer, I'm not a strong **, I'm not a loan shark. I'm not interested in torturing the weak, let alone ravaging and torturing women. Neither you nor I are suitable for a punishment game that is too bloody and violent, so I have been thinking, what kind of punishment is suitable for you?"

The words like a spring breeze brought a chill to people's ears, and people watched the Grim Reaper, who had the appearance of a black-haired boy, get up from his seat, and the sound of high-end leather boots stepping on the marble floor tiles was like a drum beat before the execution of the execution ground, accompanied by a light drum beat, the Grim Reaper walked in front of the holy woman.

"How has the Church dealt with blasphemers and those who carved idols for themselves since ancient times?"

The contemptuous voice fell, and in the midst of the people's exclamations, the slender hand like a girl slowly raised, and little by little approached Ji Er, who was angry and humiliated—

"Since torturing women is not your hobby, then please also stop boring intimidation, that is not what you should do with this identity, but the patent of strong **. ”

Holding the sword between Ji Er and Li Lin, Roland said loudly:

"Those who act as agents of divine will will not commit the next three indiscriminate acts of the evil demons. ”

“...... That's really, an interesting misunderstanding and sophistry. ”

Li Lin stared at the figure in front of him quietly.

"Why should I be construed as violence when I judge their sins and punish them with the authority of God? Take 10,000 steps back and treat yourself as you would like to be treated—isn't that what is right? If I am strict with others and lenient with myself, then anyone can be blamed. But since I am fair to others and to myself, what is wrong with asking the Church to treat others and ourselves equally, and to punish its own sins with the laws it has made? Take a step back, if it is not the Holy Maiden who fails, but me, do you think they will be lenient with the losers?"

Roland bit his lower lip and fell silent.

Li Lin was right, and always has been;

Li Lin has no selfish intentions, he has always been very fair;

No one can deny this, no matter how hostile they are to this agent of divine will, spitting on him for being despicable, accusing him of being inhumane, and no one can say that he is a villain.

What's more, this divine agent does not punish the church with power, but judges and punishes the sins committed by the church with the rules set by the church itself and the criminal law implemented by itself.

No one will question or oppose the reasonableness of this, and those who have been exiled and persecuted by the church will applaud it, and the general public will also think that this is justice and justice.

"Because I'm a woman, I'm exonerated? Because I'm strong, I'm the predator? Because I'm the dictator of Alfheim, it's a power for personal gain? No. If I don't treat them strictly, everything I've done so far for 'justice' will become 'injustice'. Then I'll be like them, punishing only others and not myself, do you think that's better?"