Longmen Memoirs

"Because we know they're going to do it but they're not going to fight back, and you know why?"

he asked Amiya.

Amiya replied softly: "Because of Your Highness."

"Yes, because of Your Highness." He nodded: "The reason why we are so ruthless, so cruel and unscrupulous is because Your Highness, the lords and those who have taken refuge in us all know that as long as Your Highness is still here, they will not sit back and watch us run amok. They will After getting what they want, they can retaliate and bite madly afterwards. His Highness gives them confidence and support. He is such a person. His gentleness is the backing that Tracys, the false king, can never have. It Giving everyone peace of mind.”

Amiya suddenly thought of something, the uncontrollable emotions seemed to break through the girl's heart, those stings and sorrows, the doctor was imprisoned in the sarcophagus of Qicheng for so long, to repay what he had done, and this man was imprisoned by the palace council Expelled from Kazdaele.

I made a mistake, Amiya, and I can't fix it.

His Highness's fault is because others have shouldered everything that should have been borne by her. She is still noble and pure, just because someone has to accept her sins.

Because she is a leader, she has to choose what she should bear and what she should not bear, and she has to give up a lot.

Her Highness is not stupid, but has no choice. Hypocrisy and guilt have been tormenting her heart.

This is not fair!

Amiya wanted to roar loudly, but everything he said made Amiya lose the energy to roar, and she was just weak and sad.

Yes, fair and just.

Those infected have never prayed for this, and His Highness and Dr. Kelsey have never taught Amiya. It’s not that they don’t know how, but they are just waiting for time.

You have to see, listen, learn, accept, and then bear.

She had high hopes.

"You want to say, this is unfair, right?" He seemed to see through Amiya's thoughts.

"Well, that's not fair. I mean, you and the doctor didn't deserve this result. They deserved better. I...I don't know..." Amiya trailed off.

Then the scene began to change. The scarlet flag came into Amiya's eyes, the long figure on the snow, the howling north wind, and the silver hair seemed to melt into the cold snow.

This is a procession that has been on the move, reminiscent of Kazdaele’s long exile.

It's no different.

"She is...Miss Tallulah."

The leader of the Integration Movement, Tallulah Atrias.The spiritual beacon for those infected in Ursus and the leader of Qie City.

Her silver hair was flying in the wind and snow, and the light of the bonfire illuminated her strong face, as cold as the howling snow, and her scarlet eyes reflected the burning flames.

The tall patriots, the big shields of the guerrillas, the white ones of the Yeti team, Big Bob and Big Adam, the white pastoralists, the black phantom crossbowmen... one figure after another stood behind her.

It can't help but remind people of the Tower of Babel and Theresia, but the land of Ursus is colder and more cruel.

Amiya heard his voice.

"Don't care about fairness and results, Amiya." He stared at the silver-haired Drake, maybe it was love, maybe it was nostalgia, maybe there was nothing left.

"Neither do they [~

"They do not lack ideals and beliefs, but these cannot fill their stomachs and cannot withstand the cold. Of course, people will succumb to reality, and the so-called fighting spirit will be worn away bit by bit in the cruel reality."

He said he recalled the conversations they had in that simple wooden house on those nights before leaving the integration movement.

From a historical perspective, there is not much between her and me. Everyone is taking joy and happiness as their lifelong goal, without exception. No matter how different the methods they use, everyone is moving towards this goal. .

【What is your happiness? 】

[The joy of the infected. 】Of course she would answer like this.

【And you?What is your happiness. 】

Wearing the Ursus military uniform, she is heroic and capable, yet free and easy and sassy. She is the most perfect look in my heart.

【I thought I had found it. 】

She suddenly lost her voice.

【...I can't give it to you. 】

"You must learn to give up, learn to compromise, and learn to rely on the compatriots and comrades around you. They give you the strength to go on."

He stood in the snow, which felt no cold at all. The long, slender team of firelights swayed in the wind and snow, like a long snake with no end in sight.

Cold and weak, as if a gust of wind can annihilate it, the fire bearer always stands at the front of the team.

What made him give up was never time, nor more than ten years of separation and goodbye, but understanding.

They all understand.

The young leader couldn't give him what he wanted. The little tower that might have been given to him might no longer be there. Only when he occasionally recalled it, the little tower seemed to have really existed.

He felt surprisingly calm in his heart, as if he had already accepted this fact, so he couldn't ask a word, so he had to maintain this careful balance.

So he left the Integrated Movement.

"Both the doctor and I don't care what we can get, so even if the parliament is finally established, we choose to be indifferent in the face of the counterattack and expulsion of those fearful lords." He sighed softly: "Amiya, you are doing it Before we did those things, we knew what we would face, so Kelsey would remain silent and stand on our side. As long as His Highness is not involved, she would turn a blind eye no matter what we did."

"For too long, Kazdaele has been waiting for someone to take them out of the sea of ​​misery, but that person is not me, nor is it a doctor, but His Highness. We are just clearing the way for His Highness." He said: "In the past I have always hated a person, but I can't deny that that person did a good job. He is one of the few outstanding leaders on this earth. A good leader must know balance, trade-offs, and wait for the opportunity. "

"This land is decayed and backward. It needs change, but change cannot be achieved overnight, so it takes time to adapt. Maybe in ten, 20, or 30 years, you will not see the hope of change, but don't worry, His Highness is already doing it. Rhode Island is her chosen anchor point." He turned around and smiled: "You are not alone. As long as the infected are still there, as long as you don't give up, the fire planted over the years will ignite sooner or later. that day."

"I don't expect anyone to be able to change thousands of years of decay in a short period of time."

His back was tall and solid, like an elder, teacher, or father, standing in front of Amiya. Illusive light gathered around him. The light was gorgeous but gentle. She stood in the light, with short black hair. Gradually lengthen, no longer reaching the waist.

At the bottom of Rhode Island, the long knife burning with flames was shaking gently.

In the light, flames soared wantonly.

"Your Highness can't do it, I can't do it, the Integrated Movement can't do it, Kelsey can't do it, and Rhode Island can't do it..." He said: "But they are still doing it, not for anything else. But for the day when what we do will bear fruit, it will inject new life into this dying land, just like the Source Stone engine leads people to fight against natural disasters. We are martyrs and pathfinders, human beings. Ambivalent and greedy, but never forgetting to resist.”

"Kelsey... has been disappointed too many times. She has become numb and indifferent. This is what happens when people are disappointed too many times." He turned around, and Amiya could clearly see the armor on his body, and his black hair. Flying in the wind and snow, the sky behind him is gloomy, as if the darkness and cage have lasted for thousands of years.

“I have longed to be one of them countless times, and I have prayed countless times. If God can hear my voice, I hope that He can give me a tiny bit of mercy when he touches the strings of my destiny. So that I can have the courage to complete this not-so-long journey." He said, light gathering around him.

That was King Wu, a combination of god and man, a monster whose body now had the blood of the Demon King flowing through it. Its birth represented the ambition of one of the most powerful dynasties on the earth.

It is war.

It is destruction and the benchmark of feudalism that has lasted for hundreds of years.

But fortunately, there is a unique soul in its body, a soul that has escaped feudalism, a muddy, ordinary soul that has suffered a lot of frustration on this land.

People have forgotten why the real dragon raised its knife to the gods in the first place.

He is for people.

For being oppressed and oppressed, for God's insensitivity and indifference.

He raised his hand.

"But no, there never was a God."

As the luster gathered, a long knife burning with flames gradually gathered in his hand, and the knife was boiling with golden flames.

[The emperor ordered to forge soldiers to defeat the gods]

The entire flame is boiling, the flames are beaten into sharp blades, and people with lofty ideals come one after another. They are facing the gods, the supreme ruler, and the omnipotent god.

They don't care about death, they work hard without caring about their own lives, and they are righteous, because this big country in the east has never believed in God, because the great inflammation... is the great inflammation of human beings.

"For many years, I have been escaping, trying to escape from the apartment where the fire broke out. I escaped far away, escaped from the dragon gate, escaped from the great heat, and left everything familiar. So later, I told myself to forget the past. Innocent and funny dreams, blending into them and facing reality, but every time I decide to forget something, I still inevitably feel regret."

他 说:

"I was wrong. No matter how far I walked or how long I walked, it would still catch up. I can escape the limited distance in this world and everything I can see, but I can never escape the invisible things. I shouldn't be afraid of fate, that's the most ridiculous thing to do."

The long knife took shape, and the flames flowed upstream, breaking through the darkness and breaking free from the shackles. Amiya seemed to see a huge bird, rejoicing in the flames, and it seemed like a creature she had never seen before, with blood flowing all over its body. The flames roared ferociously towards the shackles in the sky.

"Because we are not living for ourselves, so this life is destined to not be smooth sailing."

The sky was boiling and burning, the air was trembling, the high temperature made Amiya's face red, and the flames melted the ice and snow on the earth.

It is so bright and warm.

All things are revived in the flames, and the snowfields are dissolved in the flames.

It burned everything and the sky.

"Fairness and justice are desirable, but they require sacrifice, and sacrifice means a series of cold unknowns."

The stream of light spreads towards the distant sky, and the flames fall like stars that have fallen in the long river of history. Each star represents a person.

They are so bright and gorgeous, spreading away, flowing to the sky, and also flowing into Custer's pure blue eyes.

She stared blankly at everything in front of her, feeling more at ease than ever before.

"But if it is worth it, no one should flinch. Fate is not terrible, Amiya. What is terrible is people's cowardice and numbness."

Those stars fall like meteors, fire rises, melts the ice, and drives away the darkness.

They are not alone, even if they are not doing the same thing, they have the same ideal, but later, the mobile city turns into a prison, and the dragon slayer turns into a dragon.

The dark black snake is despicable and only seizes on the fragility of human nature.

You hated those people so much and fought with them for a long time.

In the end, he will become like them.

No ideal in the world is worth the price of such sinking.

But new fire has been sown, and the young warriors are ready to go.

I don't expect to change this land in ten, 20, or 30 years... Kelsey, the doctor, and His Highness don't expect it either, nor does Tallulah. We are just fire.

We willingly become the kindling.

I will provide you with shelter while I still exist.

"There's not much we can do. We can only tear open this small gap for you. The rest is up to you."

He put down the long sword, and the Great Flame Dragon Bird was trembling with joy. The true dragon used this long sword to destroy the gods of Great Flame. It is the symbol of Great Flame, the brilliance of human nature, which illuminates this decayed world. The earth was later shelved.

And now it is in the hands of demigods and demon kings.

It found a successor.

What it cares about has never been about someone's bloodline, what it has never cared about is humans or gods, it only cares about one thing, an illusory but real thing - will.

It is the expectation of tens of millions of people of Dayan, the condensed destiny of a country, it is a shining treasure in the long river of mankind, and it only exists for one thing - people.

It doesn't matter that the infected person is still an ordinary person, it doesn't matter that Great Yan is still Ursus.

People want to gain.

People have to lose.

The golden sword turned into pieces and the light slowly dissipated.

He turned around, his long black hair swaying slightly in the light, his eyes softened, and he looked at Amiya with a gentle smile on his lips.

He reached out his hand and gently placed it on Custer's head.

"Amiya, you have to remember... no matter whether people want to stay where they are or not, they have to move forward eventually. You will see many sacrifices, losses, setbacks, and regrets along the way. These are all destiny. I’ll leave you with some ups and downs, but don’t be afraid, Amiya, nothing in this world is destined, and nothing is inherently stupid.”

"You have to remember that people never live to die."

Chapter 153: The following is the Longmen photo album time ([-]) War is an extension of politics

June 1097, 6, Crystalline Era

Longmen

Night 00: 30

The aircraft facing the logo of the Guard Bureau slowly traveled through the black sky above Longmen through the night wind. The city fell into darkness, but the glory and flow of people in the city that never sleeps still enveloped this prosperous mobile fortress.

In the past, the mobile city was a shelter for people to fight against natural disasters, but now, in Su Li's eyes, it is more like a huge cage. People come and go in this cage, locking up the world and everyone. The life of a person living in Longmen.

Including a certain Longmen police superintendent named Su Li.

On the display panel, the aircraft followed the established route and continued to approach the Rhode Island, which was about to leave the gantry signaling area. Fox overlooked the city below. She had no nostalgia in her heart. On the contrary, she suddenly felt a trace of relief and relief. Maybe it was Because she had wasted so many years in Longmen, she didn't even realize in her bones that she had become tired of this life and this city at some point.

Crow focused on flying the Guard Bureau's short-distance aircraft. Thanks to the registration of this aircraft, the drones patrolling the city did not hinder them in the slightest.

The whirlwind and airflow from the wings made the aircraft cabin vibrate slightly, and no one spoke a word amid the frantic sound of the blades. Keeping quiet during travel missions is one of the rules within the Black Steel Action Group, but of course not everyone will abide by it.