tokyo creator

Chapter 29
Forget it, now is not the time to worry about such things, settling accounts with Oroku Aoi will be an afterthought... But this is probably also taken into account by her?

Huiyuan was a little helpless at first, but he still forced himself to focus on Orokui's plan.

After a quick mental review, Hui Yuanchu felt that the whole plan was quite feasible.The only problem is - the most critical power outage for the operation will take a full 7 minutes to occur. Is this too late for Alyssa?

He looked towards the stage with some worry - Alyssa stood fourth in the queue.

At this time, on the stage, the warrior commander spoke again: "My unawakened brothers and sisters——"

"First of all, I want you to know - we are not here to kill people. We return to the Templar Crusaders, and other apostles, never existed to kill people." He walked to the end of the hostage team as he spoke. Front end, "We are here to preach, to save our brothers and sisters, and to bring everyone back to the Abyss of Light."

It was a middle-aged male teacher from the college.He had long been unable to stand due to fear. If he hadn't been held hostage by two Crusaders, he would have almost collapsed.

The warrior captain stared deeply at the middle-aged man, but he continued to speak to the people in the theater: "...Killing is not a good thing."

"We are supposed to be true spirits. The robes of flesh and blood are the prison that prevents us from leaving, and the soul is the shackles that prevent us from remembering the truth."

"But the ignorant Demonic Creator does not know what true eternity is. Therefore, the cages and shackles will also decay over time. So living in this world, we will always gradually think of things that the Demonic Creator wants us to forget, and then at some point One day... I had a sudden 'awakening'."

"So, the demonic creator created death and life again - when the old prison becomes obsolete, we go to the new prison and the new shackles."

"But the understanding we have accumulated disappears with the drift at this step."

"So human beings will not actually die. 'Death' is just a curse that prevents human beings from ever reaching 'awakening'. Therefore, the sages call it the 'punishment of wandering'."

The longer he was stared at by the warrior commander, the middle-aged man quickly began to show symptoms of difficulty breathing, and finally began to grab his throat with a look of horror on his face.

The warrior commander finally turned around and looked down the stage.

The invisible tide rolled back, and all the sounds in the theater were once again drowned below, thus becoming quiet.

"——But, children." The warrior commander took a deep breath and spread his arms toward the theater, as if to hug everyone, "Look at you, you are like young grass. Not long after you were born, you are obviously about to die. It’s still so far away...Why, you might be dying today?”

"Because it's fate." He quickly asked himself.

"Fate is one of the jailers, like the world, flesh and soul."

"The Demonic Creator designed life and death. However, compared with the true Father God, he is ignorant. He cannot understand true eternity, nor can he understand true perfection. So his design is flawed. That is - there is always someone There will be a sudden 'awakening'."

"In order to make up for this shortcoming, the Demon Creator created a new jailer called 'Fate'.

"Destiny will guide you and mislead you towards the opposite side of awakening...and if in the end you still break through everything and get close to the final step of awakening, then destiny will bring about the 'death of fate'."

"In other words, maybe some of you will wake up, and death will come to you."

The large screens on both sides of the stage focused on the face of the warrior commander, clearly displaying his twitching expression as if he was trying to endure: "...This is a paradox."

"If you may be killed by me, it proves that you all have potential. You are more likely to awaken than others. Your destiny is stronger!"

"...Then do I still want to do such a thing? I am an apostle, a preacher of the gospel of God the Father, a spiritual person..." The warrior commander showed a painful expression, "I often question myself - do I really Have you not been arranged by the tricks and designs of the demonic creator to kill the hope of awakening?"

"I never forgot what the Returned Templars fought for. But in the process of fighting, I had to kill, and kill a lot of people.

"Because many times, I have to do it because they hinder me. But I should not forget that it also hinders the awakening of these people who are also my brothers and sisters."

"I asked myself - Didn't I really take a big step back in order to take a small step forward?" The warrior commander suddenly yelled at the entire theater, and his voice broke through the response frequency of the sound, causing a buzzing sound. "You unawakened fools! Do you understand my pain and struggle!?"

The whole theater was silent.

After waiting for a while, the warrior captain naturally didn't get any answer.

"No, you don't understand. Otherwise, you are not fools." He showed a disappointed expression. "You are just still addicted to your instincts and clinging to the false straw of 'survive'."

"--never mind."

The soldier leader said with a blank face, and then suddenly drew a pistol from the holster of the crusader beside him, pointed at the middle-aged male teacher who was the leader of the team, and fired without hesitation.

"Bang" - the man died on the stage.

But the whole theater was still silent.Even though the warrior captain was not scanning the theater with his eyes at this time, his ability was spreading and supercharging.

The entire theater was not only submerged, but also began to sink in the bottomless sea.

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters, the dark water pressure became heavier and heavier, oppressing everyone, making them almost locked in the chairs, unable to move a finger or make a sound. Not coming out.

Hui Yuan was okay at first, but he wisely pretended to be unable to move.

And he had the same feeling, as if the warrior commander at this time was no longer the same person in the theater.

The real source of the water pressure is a gaze from the void above the entire theater.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the theater.After the crisp sound of the eggshell falling to the ground, the soldier let out a long breath.

Then, his face showed a brief moment of astonishment, and his body staggered. At the same time, he made some strange sound from his throat. At first, his body hung loosely, but then it turned into a forceful fold.

But when it was folded to the point where it was about to bend down, the warrior commander suddenly rebounded his body like a spring, then yelled a meaningless sound, stamped his feet vigorously, and danced several times.

It was like a childish and innocent child finally got his beloved toy... No, it was like a longing that had been suppressed for too long was finally released, and the pain was finally relieved.

On the large screens on both sides of the stage, the series of actions of the warrior commander were played out, like a performer in some kind of modern avant-garde experimental drama.

But for Hui Yuanchu, another feeling was even stronger - killing was like an addiction that needed to be satisfied for the warrior leader.

The man, the Warrior Chief, seemed at first glance to be a calm and restrained monk.But this is actually just the skin he wears.

The real him is to kill.

Before he did it, he said so much in front of everyone, and it wasn't for preaching.

He was just making excuses for himself.

"Okay." The warrior commander quickly regained his calm posture.

"Adults can't do it anyway." He continued, "All adults. Men, women, it's the same..."

"My lord, there is no hope. My lord has still not woken up and there is no hope. Therefore, if I kill him at this time, I will give him a chance to start over."

"Yes, I am giving blessings to the fools who have no hope! This is the blessing of wandering."

He turned around and said to the theater below: "From now on, every three minutes, I will kill one person. If Yumiko Tamaki has not appeared in 3 minutes..."

The warrior commander did not continue.He just suddenly covered his mouth.

Above the uncovered nose, there is still a strange expression - the two eyes are almost bent into two crescents, and they are still twisting.

——It seemed that he almost couldn't help laughing because he thought of something happy, but in the end he suppressed it with great perseverance.

Hui Yuan didn't dare to look at this murderer anymore.

He lowered his head and recalculated in his mind how much time was left - fortunately, Alyssa was originally fourth, even though she was now third.So according to the 3-minute interval, she will be safe for at least 9 minutes...

……etc!Hui Yuanchu suddenly discovered something - why was the final time given by the warrior captain two and ten minutes?

Because if there are nine people left, 3 minutes for one person should be 27 minutes...

As if to answer Hui Yuan's doubts, on the stage, the warrior captain suddenly raised his gun with an expressionless face and fired twice at the second and third people.

As the bodies of the two men fell to the stage with two "bang bangs" one after another, the warrior captain bent his entire body almost convulsively, raised his head and let out a satisfied groan from his throat: "Oh..."

Then, he returned to normal, turned around and looked at the audience and calmly announced: "Start the timer from now on."

Sweat broke out on Hui Yuanchu's forehead.

...In this case, there are only 3 minutes left.

(End of this chapter)