Galloping down the street, Roland pursed his lips.

The streets were very quiet, there were no citizens looking for hiding places, no Titans soldiers looking for prey, no blockades, no interceptions, not even insects and birds, which made people's hearts flutter.

He is well aware of the obsessive-compulsive behavior of elves, who will always leave behind some dangerous things to hold back the enemy when they retreat whenever they have the chance. From all sorts of terrife to sniper and machine-gun squads, to elaborate ambush positions, there is always something to cost the careless pursuer every time. It is not an exaggeration to say that the history of the Defence Forces began with the organization of defense and mobile operations.

Knowing these clearly, the silence in front of him is even more terrifying, and I can't help but guess if the other party will prepare any "extra-large surprises". You must know that the defense forces have a history in this regard, and they have done more than one thing with super bombs to kill people and annihilate criminal evidence.

A flash of white appeared in front of him, and Roland immediately tightened the reins and slowed down his mount.

As the unicorn slowly moved forward, the out-and-out blood hell appeared in front of Roland.

Not only the blood on the ground, but also the splattery of brown spots on the walls and under the eaves, like a horrific corpse in the center of the explosion.

Stopping on the edge of hell, Roland looked around with a grim expression.

If allowed, he would love to let anger dominate him, shouting angry and scolding, or destroying something to express his feelings.

Judging from the clothing worn by the corpses, the victims were all residents of the neighborhood, from the middle-class families living in apartments to the ground floor struggling to survive, and there were many elderly and weak women and children. There were a few military uniforms mixed in, but only single digits were found, and the vast majority were civilians.

There were no traces of the battle at the scene. In other words, it is a massacre of people who are incapable of resisting.

It is no longer known for what purpose such an atrocity was committed, but whoever committed it must be a two-legged beast.

If you can. Roland will contact the militia behind him and ask them to collect the body. But there are more priorities to be done now.

It is not uncommon to use corpses to set traps on the battlefield, but what makes Roland frown at this moment is the wonderful traces left on the corpses.

Frostbite, burns, lacerations, complex fractures, comminuted fractures, asphyxiation...... The small alleys resemble a death gallery, and judging by the number of victims and the number of ways in which they were killed, it is easy to conclude that the murderer was an entire army of magicians or a large dangerous species.

The pestle was in front of the corpse, and Roland was silent.

- It's weird.

The cause of death of each corpse is different, but there is a very strange commonality.

Clothes, all in perfect condition.

If it happens to be a piece of clothing when you are injured, it doesn't make sense. But it doesn't happen one after the other. Not to mention the corpses that were burned and frozen. There was no charred black, no dampness or wrinkles after freezing and thawing, it was as if you were burned or frozen to death and then put your clothes back on.

The closer I got to the school, the stranger the corpse became. The chest cavity exploded, and the head burst...... Without exception, they all burst from the inside out.

"Are you satisfied with my elaborate welcome ceremony?"

An earnest voice floated, and a bald man in a black suit appeared out of thin air in the pile of corpses, bowing to Roland.

"Master Roland. No, no, no, now Her Highness the Holy Maiden. I can meet your heroics. Really flattered. I have seen all of your prowess on the battlefield. The brave and intelligent battle, never afraid of the enemy, never give in...... Ahhhh

The suppressed and exuberant trill, the voice and the praise of emotion. It's like pouring out words of love to a lover. Leaving aside the frivolity in the words and the issues of timing and object, it is not a bold confession. It's just that because of the speaker's foothold on the angle, all the romance and beauty are gone, and only 6 to fly are left.

Standing on the wall parallel to the ground, full of love and love nonsense. What is this not called 6?

Just looking at this posture, Roland has already guessed who is coming.

Li Lin behaves like a dictator most of the time, but his subordinates are not humanoid machines without individual thoughts, on the contrary, they all have their own styles and norms of doing things, which can be said to be full of personality. There is also no shortage of non-mainstream. There are even fewer people like the 6 in front of you.

That is, the range is as small as a single digit.

"Seven original sins?"

Roland's words made the bald man laugh.

"I didn't expect that the cheap name we waited for also entered the ears of His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden, which is really glorious. That's right, under is one of the seven original sins, Sloth, who is 'lazy'. The person in charge of suppressing the Wang Li Magic Academy is not a talented person. ”

Maintaining a bowed posture, Sloth landed firmly on the ground.

"Then, from now on, what is holding you back is also down. ”

"Even if I say, 'Let me pass,' you won't say yes. ”

With a sigh, Roland suddenly closed the distance between the two sides.

The unicorn's tutorial is also outstanding among the dangerous species, the four hooves of a vehicle with a speed of 90 kilometers per hour kick the ground, only three steps to run, and the amazing explosive power has carried Roland across a distance of more than ten meters to kill Sloth.

In the eyes of others, it was a swift movement like lightning. In the face of the thunderous blow that was about to fall, Slos just smiled indifferently and did not do any defense or dodge at all.

Was he stupid, too late to react, or was he just a fool who couldn't grasp the situation?

Leaving the doubts behind, Roland handed over his sword.

The target is the scapula.

The long sword pierced through the right shoulder, peeking out from behind, and slashed with the momentum, the feeling of splitting the bone and flesh brought a sound and a strong wind, and the blood swayed into the air along the wind, revealing the ribs and lobes of the lungs under the beautiful incision.

The Seven Original Sins are not fuel-efficient lamps, and the bald head pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of him may have some amazing ability, but this is an absolutely fatal serious injury, and no matter how powerful the guy is, it is impossible to get up after being disemboweled.

Sloth just smiled, and the smile became more lewd.

The badly wounded body leaned back, and just as it was about to touch the ground, countless tiny objects spilled out of the wound. It was a golden grain of light like fine sand. As the particles of light overflowed, Sloth's body gradually collapsed, and the splashes of blood, scattered flesh and bones, and lewd smiles finally turned into particles of light and went away with the wind, and the street fell silent again.

Immersed in an even more terrifying silence, Roland clenched the hilt of his sword and guarded his surroundings, not letting go of any slight change in movement.

"I've already said it below, and from now on it's going to stop you from moving forward. It's not just tactical. Strategy, life too. ”

Sloss's flirtatious voice came from behind him, and his carefully tended fingers lifted a bouquet of gold hair under his nose, sniffing greedily.

"It's amazing. Good body, healthy, smelly, impeccable perfect body. When you are betrayed by reality, fall from the clouds to the dust, and be violated by pigs and dogs, what kind of expression will you show? What kind of sweetness will the tears shed be?"

"Babbling ......!!"

The long sword that reverses the back slash makes a beautiful circumference. The unsuspecting fanatic was cut in two. Once again, countless golden particles spilled out of the wound, and Sloth disappeared without a trace.

"How can it be gibberish? You've only experienced it once, haven't you? ”

The smiling face with its neck crooked almost touched its left cheek, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on the skin.

This time, Roland didn't act.

Until the mystery of Sloth's abilities is solved, there is no point in attacking rashly. What's more, these words hit the heart of the heart.

Power is power, and there is no right or wrong in itself. Its actions and meanings are given by others.

It's the same with heroes.

Roland Dahlke is not a human being. nor a messenger of justice.

Because of the needs of the people, he became a "hero". At the end of the day, he's just a human being, a human who acts to achieve his own ends.

"For the sake of the people, for the sake of love, for the sake of hatred to fight against sin. That power will no longer be fair. It's just 'justice for one side'. Well, you're not so egotied that you think you can change the world on your own. While idealistic, your ultimate goal is to find a way for elves and humans to coexist, with minimal sacrifice in the process. For this reason, you choose to turn against the adult. Be a hero to the masses, save others, and guide others. Isn't that realistic, aren't you the best expression of 'the process is insignificant, but the result is the most important'?"

Sloth shouted with open arms and performed ballet-like spins, his face full of intoxication.

The spinning body stopped, the intoxication melting, and in its place, a deep bewilderment.

"But what exactly is a 'world of peaceful coexistence', and what exactly is the completion of world change?"

“......！！”

Roland gasped.

That's the biggest question that bothered him.

What kind of world is a good world?

Right rule, right order - that's what most people would answer.

This is indeed an exemplary answer, but this ambiguous answer is also equivalent to agreeing with Li Lin's approach.

No one is more correct than him, and no one is more talented and skillful than him. If it were him, it would not be surprising to create an empire that could last for thousands of years, and in the order he had constructed, strife would not disappear, at least within a manageable range. Most people have jobs, they have enough food to eat three times a day, and everyone has access to education.

Although it is not yet the level of an ideal township, it can be said that "this is the right order."

Can...... This kind of order only turns people into "right slaves".

In order to achieve a new order, sacrifice is necessary, in order to maintain the new order, elimination and correction are necessary, in order for the new order to last, the derailers must be eliminated, and individual will and freedom are not needed;

Waging war in the right name, conducting human experiments in the right name, slaughtering people in the right name, deporting people to concentration camps in the right name......

Is that okay? Is that acceptable?

But if it is unacceptable, then what is a "world of peaceful coexistence"?

Hot soup and bread for the people?

So that everyone can live a life of abundance?

Expand people's power to participate in political power so that everyone can express their opinions and demands?

...... Will it go well?

"How can it be that simple?"

The mockery went straight to the bottom of my heart, and goosebumps formed on my back.

"Not everyone is a saint, everyone has desires, they have black evil thoughts, but most of the time they are restrained. Once there is no constraint. They're going to do things they can't even believe. On the other hand, saints may be able to soothe the people, but they cannot guide them and will eventually be abandoned. You wouldn't be unaware of that. ”

Pulling his blonde hair, Slos **** his lips, right now. His expression froze, staggered by his diagonally open body. However, just like before, a nonchalant smile appeared on his face.

"You're really not good at learning. Physical attacks are useless to me, haven't you even figured out something as simple as that?"

The golden particles floated out, but this time they were only halfway away and they held up, leaving only Sloth, who had an extra scar on his face, crouched in place.

"It's true that physical attacks are very difficult to work, and slashing at phantoms, no matter how much you slash, it's futile. ”

"You ......"

"Your ability is 'hint'. Projecting illusions that are so realistic that they think they are dead directly into the other person's head, the physical body reacts. ”

The so-called suggestion, that is, affecting the brain through various manipulations, is also known as hypnosis. There is the control of other people's behavior through suggestion, and there is also self-hypnosis to stimulate the body's potential or manipulate memory. Sloth, on the other hand, uses brain quantum wave resonance to directly give instructions to the target's brain, making the other party believe that he has been killed, and the body reacts to the hinted signal and dies.

It's like being put in an unopened refrigerator, but believing that you will freeze to death. In the end, the body suffered from frostbite and died. People who fought against Sloth were inflicted with hints such as "burn to death", "freeze to death", "crash to death", "headshot to death by a mysterious fist", etc., and their bodies showed damage corresponding to various types of death. In the end, they were killed one by one. But the clothes they wore didn't hint at a real reaction, so all of them were well preserved.

"In fact, your abilities are really tricky, even if you know it's a hallucination, and understand that psychological effects can cause physical damage. It is still difficult to defend against actual combat, after all, it is a means of bypassing the defense line of consciousness and directly attacking the root of the brain. Fortunately. I still have the means to fight back. ”

There was an extra scar on the face that turned sideways, the position, amplitude, and depth of the face, the same as the one on Sloth's face.

"Brain quantum wave cohomology......?!"

Sloss was genuinely panicked.

Mental interference is not one-way, and in a state of cohomology, the party with stronger willpower or brainwaves can unilaterally ravage the opponent. But there is also evidence to suggest. Between twins with similar telepathy, when one of them is injured, the other will also have the same wound in the same location. There are even incredible cases of compatriots dying in a plane crash at the same time, and another person thousands of miles away dies at the same time.

In other words, if two people with the same brainwave are on the same page, the damage inflicted on the opponent will also be reflected on the opponent. In this state, the battle will only end in defeat, and the jade will be burned.

"If you have the consciousness of ending up together, then come. Or do you get out of the way?"

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In the blood-stained streets, bald men leaned against the walls, the cigarettes in their mouths flickered on and off, and the smoke and shadows were stretched long. It seems that the wires through which current still flows fall down and sway in the wind, and sparks emanate from the cross-sections.

Whew――

A puff of smoke is puffed out, and the sound tickles the brain under the skull.

It was a sound that the average person would never hear.

Only seven beings can hear the voice.

-- We don't know what we really want to do at any given time.

Pious eulogy, but at the same time vile blasphemy.

-- At any given time, we never know whether what we are doing is right or not.

A self-deprecating smile came to his lips.

-- But God came down for us.

"God...... Savior?

Gently flicking off the burnt cigarette butt, Sloth muttered to himself:

"That's not bad. ”

"Very good Lost Dog Declaration, was it repaired, or was it dumped?"

In the corner abandoned by the world, dazzling red pupils appeared out of thin air, and even in the blood-colored sunset, floating on the almost black pool of blood, the presence of those pupils was still so strong that it made the rest of the things seem empty and shallow, making people feel suffocated and dull. The terrifying weight of the weight seemed to destroy the whole world in front of the red eyes.

That eye is hell.

"I was kicked away by a ~~~ unceremonious kick, thank God, I originally thought he was going to kick my crotch. ”

"Can I help with a kick, do you need it?"

“...... You're really paying attention to your subordinates, which side is your own son?

"How's it going?"

Put down the 800mm shells, Li Lin asked.

"Everything went smoothly according to plan. As you have commanded, I have planted the seeds of doubt in Roland's heart with 'heavy suggestion'. ”

Sloth bent down and smiled smugly.

There are other hints underneath the hints, namely multiple hints.

When Roland and Sloss were in the same tone of the brain quantum waves, the words that Sloss said had been implanted in Roland's heart in the form of hints. Because those words overlapped with Roland's own questions, even if they came to an unnatural impression, he would only think that it was his own confusion, and not that it was actually Sloth's doing.

It seems inconspicuous, but sometimes it can kill people invisibly, sometimes it can interfere with other people's thinking and life, and depending on the situation, it can also make people addicted to dreams and hallucinations and can't extricate themselves. This is the power of Sloth—"Mephistopheles' Dream." ”

"As he experiences all kinds of things, such as the cruelty of war, the ugliness of human nature, and people support each other, questions will expand and strengthen like tumors, until one day they are answered or he dies, and he can be liberated from this mental cage. But boss, I think he's fine now. That resolute face was distressed like a virgin waiting for a broken melon on the bed, and people couldn't help but want to overwhelm the snow-white body, leave a beautiful red on the sheets, and listen to his crying. To be able to fall in love with him like this and want to kill forever, don't you think this is the ultimate romance?"

Sloth **** his lips, unstoppable saliva overflowing the corners of his mouth, and the depths of his pupils were infinitely swollen desires.

Undoubtedly, these statements and gestures are a manifestation of the "laziness" of the great sin.

It doesn't make any sense to think about anything, to continue only for your own interests.

I felt comfortable with my current self and stopped thinking about it.

As the demon Mephistopheles tempted Dr. Faustus to say - Stop, O time, you are beautiful.

"There will be a chance, but for now...... Let's let him deal with the Bourbon son's big-headed seizure first. ”

Leaving behind the meaningless words, Li Lin's image disappeared from the air, and after throwing a playful glance in the direction of Versailles, Sloth also disappeared.

Far away, rocks shaped like giant umbrellas rise little by little from the horizon, and around the towering rock faces, the floating warships guarding the arches are as small as mosquitoes and flies.

Accompanied by the sound of dull and hollow machinery, the moving fortress "City of Condor" moved slowly, and in front of its course was Versailles. (To be continued.) )