How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 26 It was he who allowed dreams and reality to intersect
Time stopped.Everything in Sevatar's eyes became extremely slow and completely silent.The cheers and wails that were almost nerve-wracking stopped in an instant, and everything in front of him was frozen in place, as if it was encapsulated in transparent amber between breaths.

Only the self-blame and anger burning in his chest reminded Savita that he was still alive.

He didn't know why this happened, but Alita was right in front of him, frozen in her last moments.Sevatar had no clue what was going on: Why was it happening like this?What is poisoning the inhabitants of Jestal?Alita, Alita she--

"She is hopeless." A voice cruelly announced in a mocking tone that he was quite familiar with.

Sevatar mechanically turned his head towards the direction of the voice.His mind was almost completely filled with anger, so he didn't even notice that he was the only one who could still move at this point in time when everything was at a standstill.He wanted to roar, he wanted to question, but when all the words came to his mouth, the sounds that should have turned into them were eliminated by himself.

He saw a behemoth that was not originally here: an Astartes, a Night Lord.He wears a cavalry-style Terminator armor, undoubtedly made of Nostramo's unique adamantine ore, with bright lightning lines flowing on the armor like a dark blue night.Apart from the legion emblem and company logo, there are no more decorations on his armor - neither the human skin bones common among the Night Lords nor the more popular Medal of Honor in the Empire, but the scattered battle scars on it already speak for themselves. And its wearer has performed many great feats on the battlefield.

This is not reasonable.

Savita looked at the opponent's company logo in confusion, and a greater doubt grew in his heart.However, before he could organize his words and prepare to speak, the Astartes who suddenly appeared in front of him due to unexpected changes had already taken off his bat-winged helmet.

Then he saw his own face beneath the helmet.

"She is hopeless." The "Sevita" who took off his helmet repeated, "The 'Unborn' are devouring her soul. Neither you nor I can stop this process. Even if we can, she It has been broken by this. Death is her destined fate, and the only thing we can decide is how she will die."

This feeling is so amazing: another self is right in front of me, talking "gibberish" that I don't understand.This is as absurd as looking in the mirror one day and the virtual image in the mirror suddenly comes to life.

Because this matter was so ridiculous, Savita's first reaction was not to follow the information given by the other party, but to ask another question: "Who are you? Or, what are you?"

The other Sevatar had expected such a rude question.He raised the corner of his mouth that was pierced by the scar, showed a smile that didn't look kind at all, and spoke:

"I am you, but I am definitely not you; I exist, but I do not exist." He said slowly in an annoying tone, "I am a fictitious memory, an imaginary story, A slice that will not appear at any point in time in the past, present or future. In this sense, I am not a human being, but somewhat similar to those 'unborn people' - hey, I finally understand why those think tanks love Use this sentence pattern to speak."

The expression on Savita's face that was a mixture of "confusion of incomprehension" and "offended anger" clearly entertained the other party very well.

"To put it clearly, I am a character that only exists in a fictional simulation." The other Sevita had the timing right, and was stuck in the real Sevita's explanation before he got angry, but this was difficult for the latter to hear. The future is still cloudy, "The basis of my 'existence' (personality) is Conrad Coates' impression of you, and the one who gives me 'story' (meaning) is Ritsuka Fujimaru. I think you have already seen it." , otherwise I wouldn’t be able to appear here.”

"……I don't know."

"There's no need to think too clearly. I don't understand these things myself. I just treat myself as a thinking video record. If you understand it that way, I don't care - you are me anyway."

There is no difference between saying this and not saying it. In fact, for Savita, after sorting out this point, as many problems as flash floods emerged.He couldn't tell whether the information he heard was true or false, but there was only one thing that Savita thought was believable: the two of them had the same roots.

It's hard to explain, but he did feel this through his sixth sense, intuition, or other indefinable senses.This is just like a human being who stands in front of a mirror and spends a short period of time to naturally recognize that the figure reflected in it is his own mirror image.

It is enough to know this.Savita thought.

"I don't know if I should believe you." He said straight to the point, "If I were you, then why did you appear in front of me now?"

"It's not 'I appeared in front of you.' A video record will not have the ability to go wherever you want." Another Sevata answered, "It's the intense emotions and desires in your heart that are different from mine." Those same things resonated in my heart and drew me to you.”

Sevatar frowned: "But you even stopped time."

"I didn't stop time. The reason why you feel that everything around you is slowing down to almost a standstill is just because our conversation is happening in your head."

The other Sevatar sneered: "As an excellent creation of the Emperor's biological alchemy, you should be familiar with how fast the Astartes think."

A tiny clue.Savita thought.He probably didn't like the Emperor very much either.

"I don't understand." He asked again. "Logically speaking, a video record should not have self-awareness."

"What mechanism is here? You have to ask Fujimaru Ritsuka for details." The Terminator armor shrugged. It is difficult to imagine what the other Savita did in the armor to make the Iron Cavalry Terminator The armor can also be clearly seen in the "shrug" action. "Her ability is to 'make alive' people or objects in a past history or fictional story. The lady never hesitates to do this."

"You said you were given a 'story' by Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"To be precise, I played a relatively important supporting role in a story that a woman must go through, so I have my own story. That story is too long, and it is difficult to tell you in detail here, and it is difficult to summarize it. It's simply defined as a 'good story' or a 'bad story'... But anyway, after my scene was over, I asked the guy who was responsible for setting up the theater and forcing the actors on stage: was that Nostramo in the big theater? The story of a rebellion still alive and well 1 years later.”

"..." Sevita was silent for a few seconds, "I don't know what kind of story it is, but at least it sounds good enough for me."

"I think so." The person he was talking to laughed and gloated, "A white-haired bastard showed me your experience. If you ask me, your life is really miserable."

Perhaps Sevita should be angry because of these words, but he just twitched the corners of his mouth like the person opposite him, and that smile that seemed to be always mocking something was like a mirror image of the opposite person: "Who says it's not the case. "

"Hey, let's get back to the real thing." Said Sevita, who was obviously more like an Astartes than the one who had been farming in Jestal for ten years, "This girl is hopeless. The 'Unborn' have captured her soul. Even if you kill her now, you will only destroy her body. Her soul will still be devoured by those evil things in subspace, and will remain in the belly of those bastards. To be tortured for eternity—sometimes they don’t really want the soul, but they want the pain in the soul.”

Savita actually did not understand the true meaning of these words. These strange things that caused chaos were too far away for him.But even so, it was clear to him that what happened to Alita was something terribly bad.

"What do you think should be done?" he asked, and received a cruel answer:

"Destroy her and the murderer from the soul level." The other party said coldly, "We can't save her. For her, her future of death is already destined. But we can at least give her a neat and peaceful death. "

"...I don't know, I can't decide." "You have actually made a decision." The attitude of the other Savita was as cruel as if he was carefully dismantling "himself" into parts with anatomical tools. From one point of view, he is worthy of being the Night Lord, "Before you and I met, you had already made a decision, even if it was not very mature. I know, because that's why I came here:
"You have determined that you are powerless, and you seek relief for her in despair. Then you are angry, you are hating, you are longing for revenge, and you swear that you will find the instigator of all this even if you dig three feet into the ground - —”

"Not so." Sevatar objected, "I do want to do this, but that's because I will judge, I will punish, I will exercise justice -"

"'Justice'." His mirror image laughed, "Did you learn it from your genetic father? I don't think he actually taught you anything, at least not as much as the lady said to us. Time is limited, I won’t argue too much with you on this issue. So let me take a step back and think about it: Are they essentially in conflict?”

Sevatar was stunned for a moment, so he allowed the imaginary mirror image to continue what he said: "Aren't you now judging out of anger, punishing out of hatred, and wanting to use the name of justice out of desire for revenge? ?”

The words forced him to think for a moment, but only a moment.After that moment, Savita realized the root of the whole matter:

"There's no point in arguing about the motivations of behavior." His consequentialist side operates grimly. "At this point, it seems that what we want to achieve is the same."

"Indeed. Talking to yourself is a pleasure." The other Savita smiled with satisfaction, "The next step is a choice that only you can decide: whether you want to take over my power."

Sevatar frowned dangerously: "How do you say that?"

"I am a fictional image record, that is to say, it is essentially data intelligence. And I come from almost the same source as you, so the data is naturally compatible." Another person described plainly, "I do not exist in the material universe. But you exist. My nature is similar to that of the 'unborn'. That is to say, if you take over all my 'records', you will naturally be able to use some subspace tools like those hybrids who came to the material universe. strength."

"Just talking about 'the power of subspace', you should know that we are psychic."

"Of course I'm not referring to psychic powers, but to this armor." Another Savita said in a relaxed tone, "'Cavalry Terminator Armor Ortenaus Modification', a fictional equipment in a fictional story. To control it, you need to not only Skills and a little willpower are required, I believe you have all of these, and she is at least much safer and more efficient than your crude use of psychic powers."

The word Ortenaus sounded vaguely familiar. He must have heard it somewhere in the past few days.However, the current situation really did not allow him to dwell on it.

He knew that this decision was a gamble, but driven by the emotions of the moment, Sevata was willing to take a big gamble.

"I don't understand, but I am willing." He said to his mirror image, "Anyway, what we want to achieve is the same."

"That's great if you think so. It really saves me a lot of trouble."

The left hand of the Iron Cavalry Terminator Armor stretched out towards Sevatar.Of course the latter understood this hint, but still couldn't help but ask: "Are there any precautions or anything like that?"

The suit of armor shrugged again: "I believe you didn't come to me to ask for the instruction manual."

"Of course not, but if you can provide it I'd be happy to accept it."

The other Sevatar laughed a few times.

"'Anger is legitimate, it is proof that you are still a human being.'" He looked directly into his dark eyes in reality and recited like a recitation, "You don't have to suppress your anger too much, but you should always Remember, you are still a human being. You should restrain your behavior according to human standards."

Then, he stepped forward and grabbed Savita's hand: "Cheer up, don't be overwhelmed."

what?
In the next moment before he could react, the figure of the cavalry-style terminator melted into dark blue mist and climbed onto Sevita's body along their intertwined hands.At the same time, another life was poured into his mind without warning. Massive records and information impacted his mind. The extremely compressed information could not be interpreted in an instant, but simply made him aware of it. He felt pain.Savita gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, but his consciousness was still inevitably dragged into the quagmire of pain.

Data intelligence was poured into his mind.He began to realize the existence of those knowledge and memories, just like the books he had read and memorized before.

It seems like only a moment has passed, and it seems like 1 years have passed.When Sevatar reopened his eyes, he was no longer the worker who had been working day and night on Jestal for ten years, but had once again become the First Captain of the Night Lords wearing Terminator armor.

Time had begun to flow again, and the noisy noises began to stimulate his nerves again, but he no longer felt as before that he might go crazy just by having those blasphemous knowledge poured into his ears.Alita is still by his side, but his perspective has changed slightly due to the power armor.The girl is still in pain, despair, and fear. Her whole body and mind are occupied by these negative emotions, and she cannot even realize that the "Jacob" in front of her has turned into a completely unfamiliar behemoth.

Sevatar looked at the girl's tortured face for the last time and said to her: "I'm sorry."

He hoped that these words could be a bit of comfort, but when his voice passed through the audio processing device on the power armor and reached other people's ears, it had turned into a rough and weird rebuke.

Sevatar, Sevatar, you can't even do this little thing.

He teased himself with a wry smile, and then, the knowledge passed on by his other self made him instinctively know what to do next: the runes lit up with his will, and the Otenaus modification attached to them was activated, With a moment of intense pain, as if he was connecting to his nerves for the first time, psychic energy naturally formed a circuit between him and the armor.

Red flames lit up from his palm and rushed towards Alita.Sevatar himself could not feel the heat of the flame, but in fact, it might be unreasonably high.In just one moment, the girl's body, which was being gradually taken away by the invisible monster, turned into ashes without a word, leaving only the murderer's painful and frightening scream.

very sorry.Sevatar ignored the cries of apology that even penetrated the curtain, and just looked at the small handful of ashes.All I can offer you is this: a neat and peaceful death.

A piece of colorful candy wrapper slowly fell from where Alita was originally. The colorful plastic product was not melted by the high temperature for some reason.Sevatar saw it, but had no time to dwell on it, or even to be sentimental.He knew that what he really needed to face in this armor began now.

A woman's impatient voice sounded in his ears: "What? Although the appearance looks the same, it's actually a different person, right? Remember, the Ortenus armor connects our spiritual bases, whether it is We can all feel the subtle changes."

The midnight chime has not ended yet.A ray of light like a fireball drooped from the sky.A female figure wearing black classical armor and holding a battle flag was outlined in the void, standing shadowily beside him, reaching out to grab the flying candy wrapper.

Sevatar instinctively knew that this was a shadow that could only be seen by those wearing Otenaus armor, and he also instinctively recognized her identity:
"Avenger", Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

　The best woman in the whole country makes her grand appearance!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)