The Riddler Get Out of Terra

After repeatedly testing to determine the wind, Lei Sang scanned the peaceful town through the glass for a long time late at night.

Qiao Lun, who was observing in his mind, remained silent and continued to receive news from Ursus, Yan Kingdom, Victoria, Colombia, and even Letania and Rem Billiton.

Different from the optimistic scenario when the plan was first implemented, when people were full of confidence and thought that there were seeds everywhere, Terra is still in a stage where feudalism is greater than capital and capital is in the ascendant.

Even if it’s a partial science

The industrial level makes the nascent capital look huge and terrifying, and it cannot hide the confusion of doing nothing while pretending to be strong.

Expanded capital will be the biggest gravedigger of the feudal system where kings are given the right to rule by nature. But now, before the lawless and dirty monsters with blood in their pores can grow up, the feudal monarchs are expanding aggressively with the help of deformed industrial trees.

What's more, variables with great influence such as Origin Stone and race are still being watched?

The low level of thought and the richness of productivity are in harmony with each other, the tendency of confusion and chaos is kidnapped by visible physiological contradictions, and blind obedience without adaptability calls for the use of careerists in every possible way.

The tide of the times has overwhelmed every feather that has dabbled in it. The combination of deformity and confusion has made the ideal structure an unrealistic bubble.

The fish and shrimps in the waves will not realize the terror of the huge waves. The shrimps and crabs who have no idea what to do can often dive to the bottom of the sea before the storm comes, using their hard shells to protect their soft and vulnerable bodies to intimidate them from trying to prey. of predators.

People who know nothing and don't care are the happiest in such a chaotic and hopeless world.

Qiao Lun is trying to be the most sober one.

Therefore, the gull named Qiao Lun looked down at the tragedy of Tumi on the huge storm waves, watching the giant underwater beasts being attracted by the strong wind and waves, revealing only their scaly claws on the cold and dark sea, and trying to guess how huge these monsters were that contributed to the flames.

It waits and lurks peacefully in the sky until one day it transforms into a Kunpeng, disembowelling all the fearless undersea demons and feasting on them when the waves surge into the sky.

But now it seems that these wind waves and giant beasts are a bit too huge...

What is even more sad is that all the shells, fish and shrimps that are enough to eat the giant beasts are willing to accept the destruction of the wind and waves with relish, and consciously give up the possibility of gathering, allowing the crazy sharks and evil whales that cannot compete with the giant beasts to capture them wantonly.

In the middle of the night, which was as silent as the seabed, Lessandral understood the reality that seagulls could no longer transform into Kunpeng.

When the morning sun rises and shines brightly, and the office that deserves praise for its lighting once again welcomes the golden vitality, the demon prince who is staring at everything in front of him still has not walked out of the empty night.

Every Sakaz praises the greatness of the king, every Sakaz is grateful to the Six Heroes, and every Sakaz obeys the voices calling for war, but they don’t know that silence is the greatest indulgence.

Resandral's morning was spent in the usual receptions. He would repeatedly attend various industrial sector meetings and promotional programs to reinforce the idea of ​​a wise leader to all citizens who joined the "Great City".

The only difference from the past is that he visited every community school. Currently, there are not many urban children who have not reached the population limit, so Lei San can read them one by one.

But with such an innocent smile, Lei Sang's smile became weaker and weaker.

Even after months of cultivation and education, the children in the school were still arguing about who was greater, Lysandral, Traces, or Theresia, as always.

Everything went against Lei Sang's expectations.

This feather specially designed by Qiao Lun wants to hear more, "You are the greatest and the people are the greatest."

……

In the afternoon, Resandral, who was continuing to work on documents, suddenly put down the pen whose paint had peeled off due to repeated use of comments, and remained silent in the face of the summer scenery that seemed warm and kind, but now seemed to have no temperature.

After a long time, he muttered to himself the most ruthless judgment in these days:

"Cazdale is much worse than I thought."

Chapter 4 Our cause is just ([-])

【if not?This is much better than the worst case scenario we thought about, what were you expecting? ],

Qiao Lun asked in his mind.

The body can always control hormone secretion, and for Resandral, any unwanted emotions can be regulated and rectified.

His soliloquy was just an excuse to communicate with Qiao Lun.

So Qiao Lun satisfied him.

"I am the embodiment of a certain ideal, and of course I have expectations for a better future."

The young king, who was filled with a lot of positive emotions by Qiao Lun, answered the joking and self-deprecating rhetorical question.

Every feather is the incarnation of Qiao Lun. How can anyone not understand the emotions and desires flowing in the body?

He just has one more pursuit than Qiao Lun.

Unfortunately, the soil of life is too barren, and the small seeds have to hide and endure without freedom.

The successful man wanted to make some contribution to the people around him and tried every means to awaken his will.

The poor man who was unfortunately not forced to the edge took a bite of the steamed buns given by the gentleman and asked:

"Master, what should we eat tomorrow?"

The sudden powerlessness and ridicule resembled that official from a certain space country who was preaching human rights on the podium while asking his subordinates to kneel and hold an umbrella for him in the rain.

"I just think that if we continue to do this, we are just cultivating the next devil. What is the difference between us who have become monarchs again and those idiots who wantonly cause suffering on Terra?"

Faced with all the answers, Lei Sang asked what he had been thinking about in the sleepless night.

Jolum was everything to him, and Lysandral was just the disguise of Jolum's desire. When the wave faded, the body swimming naked under the sea was still the body of Jolum.

So Qiao Lun gave the final answer:

[Of course there is a difference.

The difference is that feathers will not have independent offspring

, the children born are just babies that can be parasitized by me at any time, and can be sacrificed for the cause at any time.

The difference is that Feather will not be kidnapped by some painful thoughts, but will only complete everything I need to make the scenery I dream of seeing come step by step.

The difference is that I have only one owner of the feather, and there will be no intermediate links to make up and down the infinite matryoshka dolls. The supply of resources can be used where there is need.

As long as I still have such ideals, the things I seek will never wither. 】

"Ah."

Lei Sang laughed mockingly, and came to Qiao Lun's unique self-mockery stage again:

“Fairness and justice that even children can’t remember?

Every Sakaz talks about dishonesty and his heart is full of royal power?

Spending the infinite time in the future for irrelevant and unwarranted Terran people? "

Just as Jorum is the source of every feather, all clones know his most essential needs.

It was a grinding of teeth to turn everything into what I wanted, but asking him to turn everything around would be too much to test Joe's moral level.

Even the feathers of Boss Joe’s pursuit of individual strength clearly understand the priority of the long and wasteful development of civilization in his heart.

Where does he have the patience to wait for the changes and impacts of the entire civilization?

Reality is not a game. There is no mind control tower. Do you want the vast number of insect-like, strange and rogue sentient beings to have one goal and one set of pursuits?

How can an individual life achieve such a selfless goal?

Even the strongest trees have a small bite from a borer, not to mention the long wait for the next round of life that never learns a lesson?

Scholars who believe in human supremacy will use history to respond to negative attitudes, but they have not thought about the blood and tears that have been crushed by the wheels of history for hundreds of years in the upward cycle of history.

Where is the imperial guard who is waiting for the man with the Chinese character waiting on the gleaming golden toilet?

He wished that there would be countless strong men descended from the sky to break the barriers of thought, restart technology, and lead mankind to self-improvement.

However, the wonderful eternity and even the stardust are gradually extinguished, and what awaits the ruthless will in the golden armor is just the footmen who continue to renew themselves and shout "Long live the Emperor" from generation to generation.

What's more, a ruthless person like Jorun who has no intention of burning himself for the people of Terra?

As long as he has time to wait, he will be able to use liver source stone spells and cultivate immortality to the Shattered Void!

Rather than fighting wits and courage with a bunch of white-eyed wolves full of ambition and demands during the long wait, Qiao Lun would rather use feathers to replace the consciousness of all Terrans and turn them into some kind of pompom ancient god named "Lin".

Although we can't reach the level where cells are civilizations, wouldn't it be nice to use different ideas to stimulate creativity and work together to develop?

What's more, even if Mr. Qiao encounters a certain death situation, he can transfer to other wills to escape and let the feather clone die instead?

When the momentary ambition and eternal pursuit are put on the balance, Qiao always makes a choice that is not quite right, but is very consistent with his selfish character.

He admired those martyrs and greatness. If he had such powerful abilities on earth, he would of course be willing to give back to the civilized mother who nurtured him.

But after all, Terra is not the home of time travellers.

The traveler named Qiao Lun is undoubtedly more inclined to the human position, and his subhuman emotions for other worlds end with the end of all suffering.

However, Qiao Lun refuted Raisang's pessimistic prediction. The high-ranking ontology naturally expounded the viewpoint of jumping left and right:

[I can still afford to wait now. The derived abilities and the realm of immortality are still not out of touch with the world of Terra. Even if I can kill the Wendigo Army alone, it does not mean that I have surpassed Terra's technological representatives in the past.

I haven't reached my limit yet, so why give up?

When everything that continues to develop goes against my demands, it is natural to get together and disperse easily, but as we expected, after all, it is based on hundreds of years, and now everything is still in nothingness, so why not think about the distant future? 】

[This is even funnier than starting to think about whether you can eat cakes when you are old without making cakes.

Resandral, what you are thinking and worrying are just foolish questions when you have nothing to do.

It is true that I will leave all this that cannot help me, but the fact that this must happen is hundreds of years from now.

Children and the public are indeed ignorant of the ideas you preach, but education is shining all the time.

You only saw them mumbling about old customs, but you didn't see the half-understanding eyes and changing attitudes of these children when Bai Feather uploaded his thoughts.

Do you think what you see is what the children have always maintained? 】

Qiao Lun sighed in consciousness:

[What you see is that it has changed after a month!

Lei Sang, I observed that you are indeed right.

You, who are constantly being assimilated by distant prospects and high-level thinking, have not observed the real changes in the most basic people and children.

The child who smiled at you originally knelt down devoutly when he mentioned the portrait of King Sakaz, and paid homage to Teresis and Theresia.

The citizens who were idle and bored discussing which king was more powerful originally thought that you were a lord who was trying to stand on his own feet, and they were willing to work with you if they had enough to eat.

Ursa has gone to see every refugee in embarrassment, and the comparison of time scales shows her absolute support for you, so many young people are still willing to join the legion for training after learning of your promise. 】

"That's them..."

Lei Sang subconsciously wanted to refute,

But after a moment, he stopped laughing:

Every young man who joins knows the promise of Lysandral to restore a productive life, and understands that becoming a Lysandral soldier does not bring the power of a private soldier under a lord.

But they still joined without hesitation and went through the cruel training of the Wendigo and Shadow Demon Assassins. Except for the lost ones who had to leave in tears and without words due to physical reasons, no one left.

Lysandral watched the children talk about which greatness, but he did not see the corners of the mouths of these children who had long understood the separation of life and death holding back tears when they bid farewell to their elder brother and adopted brother.

He heard the citizens mention Tereses and Theresia, but he didn't care about their relieved eyes when they said goodbye to their children and the young people who supported each other during the escape.

How can anyone who has experienced war not know the cruelty and coldness of death?

Even after accepting the Demon Prince's assurance, people spontaneously formed the aura of the guard leader.

It's not that there hasn't been any change, it's just that he pretends not to know.

[Our cause is just. 】

"Our cause is just."

The feedback remains the same, just like Qiao Lun's increasingly resilient and calm mind.

[Call the Legion, the young man has been training for long enough, and Bai Feather has fed back the latest records in the dream, which is enough. 】

"Our announcement has been made. No matter how much the ostriches object, there will be no room for any noise when the giant hammer that decides everything falls."

Chapter 5 The Western Expedition ([-])

The sixth day of the announcement of the fall of the Royal Court.

On the dusty plains common in Kazdaele, the scorching sunshine throws heat to the earth with the power of steaming flesh and blood.

However, at this moment, the Sakaz soldiers who were waiting for Resandral to pronounce the marching oath only felt that the surroundings were cool.

This is not due to physical insidiousness or psychological excitement, although both of these also play a role.

The source of coolness and comfort for the soldiers is the auxiliary mage equipped for each hundred-man regiment.

Unlike the conventional configuration of combat auxiliaries, Lesandlar's reorganized corps produced very detailed classifications based on functional divisions.

Legion operations do not need to pursue individual balance, this is something that only mercenaries will consider.

As an auxiliary mage, the group will refine real-time spells such as temperature influence, group spiritual connection, inspiration, strength enhancement, endurance enhancement, and even drone vision sharing. The goal is to assist combatants in fighting better.