Yuanshen: The sea of ​​sand at the beginning, straight to the seat of God

Chapter 17 16 - Violence is the weapon of last resort
"you!?"

The elders shouted in shock.

Before they could react further, Babel got up and kicked the table in front of him down.

Although she was born as a falcon, she later worked with a magic weapon, but in fact, it is not her job to be a magician.

To be more precise, apart from the Seven Gods, anyone who drives the elemental power can hardly be called a Faye.

They will not be exposed to the elements at all, and rely entirely on the eyes of God to turn around.

And the same is true of the members of the Gilded Brigade who fight with weapons containing evil spirits in the desert land.

Babel's physical fitness is far stronger than these pampered elders.

This plump woman flew up and bumped into the neck of a hapless elder with her knee raised. The blow was full of power, and there was a clear sound of bone cracking. The elder's head fell at a strange angle, his eyes protruded, and his death was miserable.

After taking care of one person, Babel got up and took out the knife at his waist to control another elder.

"Quick, Rama, go and get those two under control..."

In the dispute just now, she has found out who must die and who can be won.

Strictly speaking, for Babel, they all must die.

There are too many nine elders, and one elder is enough to control the fate and future of the tribe.

But now things have changed and she allowed some people to live.

But Rama made no move.

Like all the elders, he watched Babel's sudden outburst.

The future mistress didn't feel embarrassed at all, she wiped off an elder's neck and ended his life.

"what do you mean?"

"Come on, mistress." Rama stretched out his hand, "give me the blade."

"Do you want to take the blame for me, or do you want my power?"

Babel narrowed her eyes slightly.

This knife killed an elder, whoever holds it now is the murderer.

What?Is this the person Babel killed?

You are wrong.

Generally speaking, we should stay away from the murder weapon, because it means guilt and responsibility.

But now it's a different story.

"Killing is the worst choice." Rama stood up, "We use morality and law to drive the public, and violence is our last fig leaf."

"The elders taught us to respect them. The elders formulated the laws of the tribe and maintained the dignity of the rules with strict punishment."

"What do you want to say?" Babel frowned slightly, "You did it first, Rama."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, my mistress."

Rama said calmly, "You, I, and we all know that the law must be biased towards the interests of the group of people who enacted it, followed by the interests of the most extensive group of people."

The latter must be a group rather than an individual case, and the unlucky encounters of a few people will not affect the overall stability of the rules.

"So the elders preach that people should follow the rules they make."

"I'm an ordinary person in the tribe, why should I follow their rules?"

The elder named Theia gave the answer: "It's not because you regard yourself as a part of the public, but because you want to be an elder."

"What you maintain is not the interests of the elders, but your interests who will become an elder in the future."

She and Babel are both friends and enemies.

The mistress system and matrilineal society determine that if one must sit in that position alone, elders such as Marcella are impossible.

Because they can't, people like Thea and Babel who have a chance are their enemies.

Having a common enemy, they became friends.

Because the final benefits cannot be shared, they become enemies again.

"Exactly." Rama applauded and smiled, "I will become an elder one day."

"But if I use violence to gain this power, when I lose my strength in old age, I will worry about whether someone will repeat what I have done one day when my strength becomes weaker."

"I was terrified, I was afraid, but I was old after all, I lost my strength and became a skinny old man like rotten wood."

"Other than seniority, oh, let's call it [experience] or [experience], I have no more value."

"I'm so scared."

He stood up and took the dagger from Babel's hand.

It is a symbol of tyranny and Rama will not let anyone have it.

Rama squatted down and closed the eyes of the two dead elders.

His movements were gentle, with a look of compassion on his face.

"What has been, will be again."

"What has been done will be done again."

"I took power with violence, and someone will take everything from me in the same way when I am weak."

"He's going to kill me, sit in my place, enjoy everything I'm supposed to enjoy."

"This future scares me."

He stood up, his face regained his composure, "So what should I do?"

"So I taught honor and disgrace and truth to those who came after me, and bound all young people with laws and morals."

"I told them that they should respect the elders, because their lives were brought about by the wise decisions of the elders."

"I told them that aging is inevitable. If you take care of the elderly today, young people will take care of you in the same way in the future."

"In this way, the inheritance of the tribe is orderly, and everyone ends all this harmoniously and happily, without worrying about someone spying on the power and taking unreasonable means."

Because this is unjust and unethical.

Such things can be done, but often very difficult to do.

"But today, Elder Babel still did this."

Rama's words were full of regret: "You killed the elders by violent means in order to seize their power."

"You have turned a bad page in the desert's history. From then on, everyone will know that power needs to be won by violence, and morality and law are false things."

"It's wrong, Mother."

The desert also has rules and laws. The chaos here is only for outsiders, but within the tribe, the rules are strict.

There is no doubt that these rules are to maintain the interests of the elders and the tribe as a whole.

Today, the rules are completely broken.

The remaining elders raised their eyebrows.

The situation is better than people.

Rama's exposed strength let them know that even if they were really dissatisfied, they had to talk after leaving the camp.

Expressing dissatisfaction in person now is purely because I feel that I have lived too long, and I am eager to enter eternal sleep.

But it seems that these two people are about to have a conflict before they succeed?

Babel was not in a hurry, she was sure that this was not Rama's attitude.

He may preach morality and law, but not when he has just killed an elder.

(End of this chapter)