The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The atmosphere in the office, which contains enough knowledge to make an interstellar lunatic issue a demon-slaying order, is relatively peaceful.

The Doctor and Theresia made their respective final judgments on the betrayal and pleading of the Sakaz soldiers not long ago, and Scout did not pay attention to the twisted books lying quietly on the top shelf.

No one dares to disturb the solemn and solemn doctor's office. Even the most lively fan of the princess W will not break into the evil spirit's habitat to please "the only sun in my heart".

After all, even the most superficial elite operator knows the weight of the evil spirit of Babel named Doctor in the heart of Her Royal Highness.

They were both shocked by the latter's miraculous and ruthless thinking, and also bound by the former's absolute support and trust.

After the spiritual communication ended, the doctor sat at the heavy and huge desk again, supporting his body with a gorgeous soft chair with a backrest, and stared at the desolate scene outside Rhode Island.

He seemed to have no intention of communicating anymore. He just sat there and looked at the unchanging earth and sky. He regarded Theresia beside him as an inherent object in the office, without any restraint.

The scene that should have made all the discovered Sakaz mercenaries fearful and angry did not trigger the stress reaction of the Sakaz princess and the royal guard Scout.

The white demon princess did not make any extra moves. She even began to observe the scarred earth and the unmoving sky like the doctor.

It is as quiet as the air that suddenly becomes leisurely at this moment: low presence, but indispensable.

Scout didn't move because he understood the doctor's fatigue and daze at this moment:

As the civil war continues, the ruthless evil spirits are like machines that are gradually losing power. They are losing their original gentle and flexible humanity little by little, and are dealing with the taboos of living people in the same terrifying and resentful way as dying people.

This is not an unreasonable act out of fear. As time goes by, the elite operators who perform the mission become increasingly intolerable to the radical and ruthless tactics of the man named Doctor.

Except for the three newly added special operators with excellent escape abilities, no one is willing to continue to put their lives on the precarious balance again.

So Silence once resumed his wandering steps, aimlessly wandering in this room that only truly loyal operators could know.

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On the same day, Jo Lun and his feathers, who were possessed by the shadow demons of each company of the Fifth Legion, were whispering:

"it's OK?"

"its not bad, right."

"Maybe it's a little worse, no, it's just a little worse."

"Jean Bart doesn't implement a soldier training plan?"

"Isn't it forbidden to teach the practice of energy like qi?"

"Stupid, Wei Yanwu's ability to use sword energy at will has been uploaded to the Strategy Department by Kong Ming a long time ago! This old dragon is quite powerful, and he still has a few old teeth in his mouth."

"Isn't it the same as being unfriendly?"

"Are you sure you're not fishing? Stop fishing. If you keep fishing, the fish will be gone. Wei Yanwu has a combination of Origin Stone skills and Yanguo martial arts. Humans have limits. If you can't do it with Origin Stone skills, you have to add martial arts skills. Get in!"

……

"Do you think we can defeat the Tower of Babel?"

"How do you say that?" Qiao Lun, who was also hiding in the shadow world in the body of the shadow demon and observing the fifth legion, asked.

"I still remember the temperament of the Evil Spirit of Babel. Can our legion, which we have worked so hard to train, win?"

"Why can't we win?" Kong Ming, who quietly laid out the conspiracy in Longmen, also began to pay attention to this issue of lack of confidence.

"That's the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel..." someone said on the psychic network.

"What's so incomprehensible?" Kong Ming replied, "Back then we were alone and thin, but now we're in a group. Why would we lose to a phantom of the past?"

"When we worship the legend of the evil spirit as the god of war, don't forget that the Tower of Babel is stretched thin at this moment. If the evil spirit is really the god of war, how could the Tower of Babel end up like this?" He pointedly pointed out to the doctor. Insufficiency in vision.

"I don't know whether he did it on purpose or not, but a man so wise and almost demonic would never let himself fall to such a point. The blind and fanatical Theresia alone regarded evil spirits as the incarnation of war. Naturally, all suffering is attributed to evil spirits.”

"A bunch of unlearned idiots ended their lives at the hands of an equally stupid but larger and better-equipped team on the other side. They did not dare to admit their fear of the future and inner cowardice after defeat, and they did not dare to doubt starting a war. The royal family, wishful thinking, can save everything with their bravery and seemingly noble ideals."

Kong Ming used poignant words to summarize his understanding of the elite operators of the Tower of Babel who were regarded as masters of Originium skills in the past. Once upon a time, Jolon worshiped this group of people who lived in the war-torn Kazdaele just like they did Thearesia. A very comfortable person.

But when he gritted his teeth to do something unprecedented in Terra, and then looked back at this group of busy and ignorant "Terra elites", he suddenly felt something like this:

There is a difference between doing something and not doing it, and it gives people completely different confidence and cultivation.

Now when he saw this group of ignorant people who were shattered into pieces by the violent winds and waves brought by reality, Qiao Lun dismissed the behavior of most people who used the doctor as a shield.

"A shield? Why did the doctor become a shield? The evil spirit of Babel became a shield?"

"Tsk--" Kong Ming sneered, "What else? The smoldering flame was blown out and extinguished. People who lost their courage but were unable to rekindle began to long for the leader's encouragement and support."

"Then the saddest thing comes. Theresa is the sun, but in this situation that requires harshness and reward, no matter how warm the sun is, it can't arouse the hatred and persistence in the heart like a glass of alcohol, and lead more people to go on. What's more, Theresa seems to have the tendency to be a defeatist king secretly?"

so what?

Many new feathers thought in ignorance, whether it was Sakaz or Victoria, weren't there so many warriors and leaders in history who had such thoughts?

"Not that

Like this." Hao Zhao, who had been silent for a long time, also instilled the qualities a leader should have into the new feathers in the psychic sea:

"Instead of giving supporters a positive answer to go ahead, she is suggesting that they have the right to choose freely - without thinking about where else the people who live in these areas can go."

"When police officers in Longmenxiacheng District face gang retaliation, what they need is not my reply to them, 'If you can't accept it, you can go back to the headquarters police station.' Instead, I take them to find a place and use my fists to kill those who are suspected but not suspected." Kill them all to deter the lawless gangsters."

"As for the other counselors who assisted her?" Kong Ming suddenly laughed, "Pfft - hahahahahahaha - I'm sorry, I just can't help it anymore. Even with cerebral palsy, I can't do such a thing."

"The 'know-it-all' Lord is an old riddle man. He puts on a stinking face of 'If you don't come, get out' in response to a face that longs for support, letting your ardent ideals shatter into dust worth mentioning. .”

"The Evil Spirit of the Tower of Babel is even more heavyweight. Before he could say anything, a group of 'elites' started fighting with each other. They didn't care about anything else. What can he do?"

"From the beginning to the end, there was no qualified and inspiring commander. The mob armed themselves with physical fitness, and the ideological construction spread throughout the army was actually "Her Royal Highness is our light"..."

"Pfft -" Even the irrelevant macaron laughed out loud this time - the time traveler from the earth really didn't understand what this operation was.

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That's it, that's it?

"It can only be said that not being killed means that the Terrans have never met a real top-level army. They feel good about themselves when they are pecking each other. Who will pay for the successive sacrifices and the deterioration of the situation? Kong Ming asked with a smile.

But he didn't intend to let anyone else answer, and quickly said the answer to himself: "The mud-legged people tacitly ignored the famous princess and lord of Kazdaele, and the only one who took the blame in this war was The emerging evil spirit!"

"Inside the weak system are Sakaz's instinctive strong-willed thinking and the most essential class thought. A brief analysis can reveal the paleness and powerlessness deep in the souls of the warriors who pretend to be brave."

"How could our legion lose in the face of such arrogance?"

Chapter 24 Night talk

In the second week of the Resandral uprising, there was an unknown room inside Rhodes Island.

"What does Amiya want to do in the future?"

The white-haired Princess Sakaz smiled and asked the Custer girl who was sitting obediently next to her.

This is one of the top-secret rooms in Rhode Island: the room of Sakaz Princess Theresia.

Just like what W thought when he tossed and turned every night, wrinkled pillow and wet bedding, the princess's room was filled with the gentleness of home:

There is no ancient splendor of the Sakaz royal palace. Theresa just keeps some utensils that are of great significance to her in well-organized rooms.

Even so, the inevitably crowded interior dormitory of Rhode Island can still make any archaeologist who comes here have an orgasm on the spot:

There are many precious Sakaz historical objects, some of which are passed down from generation to generation by the royal family. When Theresia was very young, her mother used these priceless "toys" to play with her.

This was the rare joy of childhood for Princess Theresia, who received extremely high-quality education from an early age. Now, with the passage of time, only cold objects are left to carry memories, which are also made of precious wood and placed quietly in front of the Princess. on the desk.

Some were gifts from various lords when Theresia came of age. At that time, the Sakaz royal family was at its peak. The old emperor dared to bite off the flesh of each participant in the Blood Peak War. His huge prestige made the "demon clan" The title was passed around Terra with awe.

Theresa, who is approaching adulthood, undoubtedly admires her father:

He is a powerful king of Sarkaz. He uses his blood and sword to win respect for Sarkaz, and also makes predators reluctant to look away from Kazdaele's greedy eyes.

——Starting from the Cyan Fury Quilon, Sakaz and Kazdel’s fate of resistance has been endless. They must arm themselves with powerful armies and treacherous Origin Stone spells to defeat the uninvited evil guests.

Theresia was still young at that time, and she had no worries about food and clothing, and she did not need to stand in the position of a leader to think about the future of Kazdaele and Sarkaz. As the trusted son of the old emperor, Theresia jointly participated in Kazdaele. The management makes the whole family happy.

At that time, Her Royal Highness was the shining pearl of Kazdaele, carefree. The only thing she worried about was the strict standards and cold pointers of the teacher who taught her royal etiquette and statecraft.

When she came of age, Tracy doted on her, the old emperor liked her, and her mother held her in her hands for fear of falling, and held her in her mouth for fear of melting - so all the lords, no matter which side they belonged to, prepared the best for Her Royal Highness. Good gift.

Theresa, who finally became the young and beautiful Aunt Sarkaz, was filled with excitement, but she remembered the lessons taught to her by the etiquette teacher and accepted every blessed object with the purest and most traditional etiquette.

——She was too young at that time, and she didn’t know that all the gifts given by fate had already been marked in secret.

The glorious era of Kazdaele is bound to Theresia's childhood. Every time I dream about it at midnight, these memories that I don't want to recall, but just break into my dream come one after another.

, which brought tears to the eyes of the princess who had been saving Sakaz.

This was despicable behavior, she thought.

But the memories are filled with the warmth of family and the smoothness of life - a tenderness that I have never experienced since my father chose the pale Theresia as the orthodox heir in the brightly lit royal hall, regardless of Therese's objections. .

That was a memory that neither brother nor sister wanted to recall.

That night, Tracys's life and value from childhood to adulthood were devalued by his father and were worthless, and Theresia forever lost her ambitious brother who would patiently make her laugh.

The rest of the collection consists of small gifts that Tracy gave to her sister before the outbreak of the civil war.

To this day, it is impossible to verify whether the regent sent them to paralyze the legitimate heir, Her Royal Highness Thearesia, or because he could not let go of his sister.

However, Theresa still placed some of the gifts that Lord Kelsey had inspected and found to be "unsuitable little things" in her bedroom. The two brothers fought fiercely to save each other's last gifts.

There are still many gifts that were carefully maintained out of various unforgettable affections, but later on, the gifts given by Her Royal Highness were often accompanied by exchange and alienation, and were no longer the sincere efforts they once made.

But there are still many people's gifts that Theresa has taken care of personally: ancient traces given to her by Kelsey, secretly given to her by doctors, ancient books full of elusive words.

According to the Doctor, the book is called "The King in Yellow" and would make a great gift for Theresa if she ever wanted to become empress.

Although the situation has changed, Her Royal Highness has become too tired to think about the gift from her father, and would rather redeem the disappearing lives and desperate cries in this land.

But this was a gift from the doctor after all, so Theresia still wrapped the book cover with origami made by herself, and carefully cared for the ordinary-looking "King in Yellow".

As for the rest?

There are too many, so many that even a pen cannot fully describe them, but Theresia remembers every friend who smiled and gave gifts, and regarded these sincere crystallizations as treasures and took good care of them.

This inevitably left her with very few personal belongings. The once private boudoir of Kazdale Pearl now only had a soft bed and office tables and chairs, leaving only a small space for entertaining guests. Small coffee table and sofa.

But now, the ignorant Amiya was sitting on the small sofa, listening to Her Highness Theresia asking her about her thoughts on the future, intentionally or unintentionally.

Although she didn’t know what it meant to ask a Castor who was less than one-tenth of her age what he thought of Kazdaele and the infected people on Terra, little Amiya instinctively felt that this was a very important issue. question, so she had to use the innocent little mind of a normal child to think about the thoughts of adults:

Terra is the cradle of suffering. Children who grow up with less than abundant milk have to mature early to deal with merciless natural and man-made disasters. After all, there are only a few who have enough time to learn and grow like the royal families of various countries.

Little Amiya, like ordinary children in Kazdare, has been beaten hard by life, and she has to start a straight line towards maturity.

But what is different from ordinary children is that she is raised by Theresia and Kelsey and can face the comings and goings of the world in a safe environment, while the former can only understand the first truth on Terra while waiting to be fed. , using thin arms to support himself.

But now, Theresia, who was not much different from Amiya's parents, suddenly formally asked a child who was just over ten years old about her thoughts on the future, giving Little Rabbit a vague premonition of foreboding.

She thought about it carefully and finally said hesitantly:

"..."

……

"is that so……"

The conversation lasted for a long time, and the princess, who was already tired of sacrifice and death, murmured to herself. The woman, who was bound by Kazdel's suffering and crying, touched the little head of Amiya, who was a little scared, and smiled with a clear smile. Amiya returned to the place where the child lived.

Then he stumbled back to his room.

Chapter 25 Theresia:?

On the 15th day of the uprising, the fifth legion of Lysandral Sakaz defeated almost all the nobles of the Kazdaele interior with the cooperation of various feathers.

Today is really not a good weather.

Standing blankly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Rhode Island Assembly Hall, Theresia suddenly felt unreasonable sadness in her heart.

Although this somewhat weak emotion was quickly suppressed by her, the weather at this time was indeed similar to Theresia's sentimental mood:

Rhode Island's unique huge floor-to-ceiling windows are a unique viewing spot for tourists who want to watch the sky. Weather changes will be very obvious to those who watch in front of the window.

But today's weather does not bring a warm or beautiful feeling to people - the gloomy curtain condenses into a sea of ​​clouds, firmly blocking the weak morning light.

It was early in the morning, but the sun never rose. Only the thick clouds were broken under the strong wind, revealing the gray-blue sky. Even so, the scenery was still silent, and the inherent prosperity of the sun was as fleeting as the promise of a nobleman. fleeting.

It's as if it never existed.

Theresia carefully turned her gaze to the dry land. The bad weather completely exposed the haggard scars of the groaning old mother:

It is obviously a scene that should have been boring to see long ago, but under the gloomy and solemn scene, a layer of tragic gauze is increasingly extended, as if it persists.

The Sakaz War, which lasted for decades, manifested namelessly on the white earth.