Longmen Memoirs

If she didn't have this unrealistic ideal, she should be the undoubted monarch in the hearts of the entire Kazdare and Sakaz people.

"Don't waste your efforts, magician. You should know that we can't let you pass, and no one can pass."

Mudrock looked around at Sakaz and the Pardoner who surrounded him and the Liting command post. The heavy warhammer fell to the ground. The outcome of this battle has not yet been determined.

Although they are surrounded, the other side may not be able to keep them.

There was a brief pause in the battle, and the ruins were destroyed by the torrent of magic. The collapsed rock giant collapsed in the center. Several weapons dismembered the giant's body, but it looked like an unyielding warrior. Although it had been severely injured, it still stood on the mudstone. behind.

"I must admit that your strength cannot be underestimated. Even among the Sin Absolvers, you are still outstanding. However, you are still too immature. Compared with the Sin Absolvers, you still lack the foundation and time."

The Pardoner praised aloud. He stared at the mud rock opposite and the warrior in the center. His words were plain. Although it was a compliment, there was not much emotion to be heard.

"Is it also the tradition of the Pardoner to praise the enemy?" Ni Yan asked with a sneer.

"We should respect our worthy opponents. In fact, we don't have much conflict. Whether you want to believe it or not, the existence of the Sinner has always been for Sarkaz and Kazdel."

"It's ridiculous! You have betrayed His Highness and the Tower of Babel."

"No, we just chose the path that is better for Lisa Kaz and Kazdaele. This is not a betrayal. You don't understand, Sorcerer, neither you nor the people behind you understand. You don't understand the history and history of Kazdaele. Origin, this is not your fault, how many Sakaz understand this now, understand the past that belongs to us."

The Pardoner shook his head and said.

"But Theresia understands this. His Highness understands it. Every Sakaz and the Absolution Master knows that Theresia understands this. Even so, she still chose the path that should be least chosen." Absolution The teacher whispered: "Kindness cannot save Kazdaele, nor can it change the current situation of Sarkaz. Compromising blindly will only be seen as weak. Theresia has chosen the wrong path. Her kindness will lead to destruction for Kazdaele. scourge.”

"How can you be so sure about something that has never happened?!" Mud Rock asked coldly.

"A thing that has never happened? You shouldn't say that, sorcerer, neither Sarkaz nor Kazdaele can afford it. Do you have to wait until it happens and see the unchangeable results?" Are you willing to accept reality, but what can you do at that time? Once the fact happens, so-called ideals cannot change it. Except for a more miserable current situation, more losses, and a more miserable future, how can you be sure that you will Is the choice with Theresia the right one?”

The Pardoner replied calmly.

"There is no need to argue about this, sorcerers. You think you are doing something beneficial to Kazdel and Sarkaz. The Tower of Babel and Theresia have given you hope. The same is true for us. The only difference is Yes, we have different ideas from you, that’s why we, who are both Sakaz, will meet on the battlefield.”

"We shouldn't be fighting here, and Sakaz shouldn't have his hands stained with the blood of his compatriots, but Sakaz is used to this, and we have long been used to it."

"You have chosen a path for Kazdaele and fought for it, even to the point of losing your life. These are all worthy of respect. Theresia, Your Highness's ideals are also worthy of respect. No matter what the outcome, she is the monarch of Sakaz. , no matter what the outcome, everything she did was for this country and her people."

The tone of the Pardoner's words did not seem to be false. With regret and regret, the Sarkazis were holding weapons against each other at this moment, taking away the lives of their compatriots wantonly.

This should be one of the most unfortunate things in the world, but in Kazdaele it has become the norm.

Often because of disagreements with each other, people who are compatriots by blood will take up arms and become enemies, so that they were once brothers [#@

People always have many choices, but sometimes, people actually have no choice.

Mu Yan is not good at rhetoric, but the Pardoner's questions never have answers. She also knows in her heart that these arguments are meaningless, and the only results are losing and winning.

Win or lose, that's all.

She just silently tightened her grip on the weapon.

The Absolver did not attack, and they were able to make some repairs. The light over there had long stopped, and the previous shock could no longer be felt.They were unable to break out from here. Not only them, but also the soldiers and pardoners all over the battlefield encountered the same problem.

w finally stopped.

She hid in an abandoned building for temporary repairs.

She could no longer escape. The injuries on her body were becoming more serious and her body became heavier. It often took a lot of effort to take a step. Her consciousness was becoming blurred. The young Sakaz girl was huddled in the corner.

She leaned against the gray wall behind her and saw a photo that had not come and been taken away. In the broken photo frame, the dusty photo showed a young Sakaz father and his wife. The man had Sakaz. The most common dress is that of a mercenary. The woman is not very beautiful. She just stands gently beside the man. Her belly is slightly swollen, as if she is pregnant with a new life.

This is not a good thing, but it might as well be a good thing.

w I don’t know how to evaluate myself.

She looked at the photo at hand and wanted to put it back in the distance, but she couldn't help but want to take a few more looks. She didn't know why she suddenly had this idea.

Just looking at the woman's figure, w thought of some memories that were about to be forgotten. She could hardly remember them anymore, and she didn't know when she started to forget them.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in the middle of the battlefield. When he came back to his senses, he had already picked up a weapon that did not belong to him. More of his memories were of low gray buildings, ruins, mercenaries carrying weapons and indifferent expressions, and crowds. Among the crowds, there are old, dilapidated scenes everywhere, filled with the atmosphere of battlefield and rush.

The young Sakaz girl did not dare to stay.

After coming back to her senses, the young Sakaz girl had become one of them. Someone taught her how to use weapons. She learned better than anyone else, and she learned to kill by herself.

In fact, it's not a big deal. In fact, it's normal even if you die anywhere.

W put the photo next to her and raised her head. At this time, a bright light lit up outside the broken window frame. W turned her head and she saw the pillar of light rising in the dark night from the window.

The red eyes reflected the distant light, but she didn't pay attention to it. She just raised her head again and stared at the cracked ceiling above her head through the light.

She chose a cemetery for herself, a ruins where Sarkaz mercenaries were most often buried.

The time waiting for death always passed extremely long, and w thought of Ines who was hidden in another ruins by herself. She thought, Ines, Ines, that hateful and mean woman is really in debt now. She must have been very upset because she was so unfavorable to someone, because her life was saved by a guy she hated so much.

She thought of a lot, of His Highness, of Scout, and even of Kelsey and the little rabbit in the Tower of Babel. She didn't know if she would be sad for herself after her death, even if she shed a tear, probably not. Yes, she knows her situation better than anyone else, and w is very confident about it.

That's really sad.

This miserable woman suddenly died one day, and no one will remember her anymore. People will probably talk about a bad and mean mercenary they met before. As for her name, no one will remember it, just like The codenames of each of the Sakaz mercenaries.

Few people go out of their way to remember a name that they may no longer need to remember.

Who would do such a meaningless thing? His Highness probably would. Your Highness remembers everyone's name.

w thought of nothing.

She didn't expect to see the sun tomorrow when she woke up.

She closed her eyes.

She is so tired.

Maybe death is also a kind of relief. Maybe she has been looking forward to her death a long time ago after she decided to join Hedley's team and become W.

Born as a Sarkaz in Kazdare, he survived on the battlefield as a mercenary, and finally died in the long night among the ruins as a soldier of the Tower of Babel.

Her life was short, ordinary and boring, just like most of the mercenaries who died in this war, and not worthy of being remembered.

Chen Mo stood up staggeringly.

Upper body【$+

The pain has long since turned into numbness.

The black scales were broken, and the entire upper body of his hunched body was stained with dried black blood.

He raised his head, his vision was a little blurry, and in the blurred vision, he was looking for something on the flattened battlefield.

He saw the figure standing opposite him.

Also covered in blood, he also staggered up from the ground.

None of them died. Rather, it would be a very sad joke if they all died so easily.

"You... are not dead."

King Wu looked at him and said without any surprise, even with a hint of imperceptible joy.

"You're not dead either." Chen Mo raised his hand to wipe away the blood that blocked his vision.

"I...won't...die so easily."

King Wu paused in his words. He lowered his arms and took a breath. The wound that penetrated his naked upper body also stopped bleeding.

They looked equally embarrassed, but neither had lost their strength.

"No matter what, if you die like this, I will be extremely disappointed. I have been waiting for this day for nearly 20 years, how can it end so easily?"

He said that as he spoke, red electricity flashed on his body again, and the fine red electric light spread to the entire body.

He has never liked the inherent strength of his body.

Because the blood flowing in his body has nothing to do with the woman who loves him. He doesn't hate Chen Mo, nor does he hate the parents who abandoned him, but he has to hate. He has to find someone to hate. A reason is better than giving yourself peace of mind.

Human life is like a huge prison. Some people enter it voluntarily, and some people cannot leave it in their lifetime.

Chapter 30 Never Peace

【May 12

Human life is like a huge prison. Some people walk into it voluntarily, and some people cannot leave it in their lives. Sometimes people will encounter a little hope, and everyone needs a little hope. If it never leaves, This is salvation, but if it is lost, hope is far more terrible than despair.

...I was so stupid.

I actually naively thought that all suffering would be over, I actually thought that everything would get better as she said, but no, never.

small tower...

Except losing, except falling even harder.

These days will never end. 】

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King Wu opened his hand, and dazzling red thunder and lightning covered his whole body. The lightning was raging and surging in front of the shirtless man.

Like a tsunami, it seems to be breathing and boiling.

The dust gradually subsided on the battlefield. Chen Mo took a breath. There was a dull atmosphere in the air. The sweet sound of thunder and lightning and the flashing light illuminated the ruined battlefield.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chen Mo. Scarlet light ignited in his pupils. Thunder and lightning stimulated the recovery of flesh and blood and accelerated the flow of life. However, he had to endure great pain and the pain of lightning invading cells and blood vessels. .

But his expression didn't change.

The pain was not too much for him to bear.

"You have been hiding in Longmen for more than 20 years. You should always have thought that one day, you would take things that did not belong to you and live a life that did not belong to you. Your appearance also changed your and my destiny. And these It all must end at some point."

Chen Mo heard him say.

His legs bent slightly, crushing the ground beneath his feet, and struck Chen Mo with thunder and lightning.

They all lost their weapons.

But none of them needed weapons anymore.

The arms briefly exchanged in the air, and there was a stalemate. Red lightning swept up, black scales flashed in the electric light, sharp claws and fists.

The two dragons collided with each other.

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, and then they retreated at a faster speed and charged towards each other again.

No one can witness their fight on this battlefield.

One of them has to fall for it to be over.

At an extremely close distance, in the shining thunder and lightning, Chen Mo could even see the indifference in King Wu's eyes. Their eyes reflected each other, leaving only each other.

"You have done so many things for Sakaz in Kazdare. Have you ever thought that one day you will die here? I have heard the Sakaz people talk about your deeds, and their evaluation of you is not very high. Okay, I think you should know how you will end up?"

King Wu stepped back and asked. He raised his hand, and the red lightning condensed into a long spear in his hand.

"It's none of your business."

The wind and thunder were gathering, gathering in the palm of his hand.

"Of course this has something to do with me. If it weren't for what you did, I wouldn't have come to Kazdaele. You could have continued to hide, run away, and disappear." He asked: "You can't escape anymore. What do you want for Sasha?" What did Kaz do? Ha, who are you qualified to do for? You can't protect yourself."

"Everyone can talk big words, but it's not certain who will live or die."

Chen Mo looked at the thunder and lightning that struck him, and King Wu's figure followed closely. He grabbed the lightning with one hand, and the thunder and lightning struggled in the palm of his hand and was extinguished in his sharp claws.

"What a shame!" King Wu shouted coldly.

Chen Mo suffered a huge disadvantage in the close fight. He was no match for King Wu, and the opponent's moves were obviously more powerful and more difficult to deal with than his.

The scales covering the body are shattering.

Chen Mo seemed to be able to hear the roar of his heart. Other than that, there was no sound around him. The figure of King Wu was reflected in his pupils. The movements of both parties were getting faster and faster, and they gradually couldn't distinguish each other's figures.

Only instinct and reaction remain.

The gap in skills gradually widened. King Wu's hand blocked Chen Mo's punch, and he hit Chen Mo's chest with a heavy blow. He retreated with his left leg, walked around behind Chen Mo, and grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder from behind with his right hand. It's an elbow thump.

Chen Mo staggered back.

The brain lost consciousness for a moment, and when it came to its senses, King Wu's legs were already close to his head.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his arm to block the incoming whip kick.

"Do you have the patience for that?"

King Wu looked at Chen Mo who flew to the side and turned over in mid-air to readjust his posture. He did not pursue him.