Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

"Okay, Fia, go take a good rest now, you haven't made much coffee and milk in the past few days, why don't you go to the kitchen to rest..."

"Is that considered a rest?"

Fiatina said dumbfoundedly, but shook her head helplessly.

Well, I have really been negligent during this time.

Probably this time there are really a few days of vacation, Fiatina stretched lazily.

Let's make snacks for everyone.

Meanwhile, the other side.

Luca Sheffield was sitting in the office, and in front of him was a map of Palermo, which connected all the origin stone processing factories together.

"Boss, can this really make everyone understand us?"

In front of him, an infected person in an ill-fitting suit asked.

He was a little bewildered.

Boss Luca said that the infected should be given a peaceful and equal living environment. He said that the rights and interests of the infected should be obtained by the infected, so the infected followed him.

As Luca's plan unfolded step by step, as a competent cadre who followed Luca from the beginning, Ace felt that what he was doing was different from his original intention.

"of course."

Luka put down the map in his hand, fumbled for a cigar in his pocket with one hand, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

call--

The thick white smoke scattered, Luca held the cigar between his index and middle fingers,

"Ace, you have followed me for a long time, you should know that I have never lied to you."

Ace bowed his head in silence and didn't answer.

The appearance of Luca has indeed changed a lot. He made all the infected people who followed him have a home to return to. They would not have to sleep in the open. They could lie in bed at night and be covered with quilts, and eat bread and soup for three meals a day.

but,

Ace felt wrong.

At least the detonation processing plant was wrong.

"Ace."

Seeing this scene, Luca sighed.

He stood up from the inferior desk, walked to Ace's side, and patted Ace's shoulder heavily.

"This is the last resort, Ace. We can't hold on any longer. The greedy Sicilians and high-ranking civilians are exploiting innocent infected people like us. If we don't think about it, we won't even have the last shelter .”

Ace looked up and saw that Luka's eyes were full of anger.

"The family council told me to fight for the people and for justice, so we give everything to the land, and in return, this is what they bring! Feeding these so-called citizens by exploiting innocent infected!"

"Boss Luka...!"

Ace lowered his head in shame.

Boss Luka may have considered far more things than he imagined, and he really crossed the line.

"I'm very sorry, Boss Luka, I'm going to carry out the tasks you ordered."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Luka patted Ace on the shoulder again, and sat back on the office chair.

He took another puff on his cigar.

Ace exited the room respectfully, and Luca sighed again.

Is even Ace shaken...

Ace was the first old man to follow Luca.As a subordinate, Ace is loyal and reliable, and always tries his best to complete Luca's tasks, and firmly believes in the bright future of the infected described in Luca's language.

But even Ace was shaken.

Blowing up the Originium processing plant, the dust of Originium dust all over the sky is enough to turn the entire city of Palermo into a hell on earth, and countless civilians will become infected. Useful.

Only the infected can understand the infected!

Just like only ordinary people can understand ordinary people, people with the same nature will gather together, and there will be endless internal friction between different races, and finally the weak will prey on the strong.

Luca was convinced of this.

He folded the map, put it back in his pocket, and stood up.

He also needs to do a little more preparation.

......

Kosche played chess with his own shadow.

As he moves, so does his shadow.

The chess pieces are pressing on the chessboard step by step, and the chess pieces are repeatedly killed and returned to the chessboard. The huge chess game seems to have no rules, just like a child's play.

The chessboard of the past makes the chessboard of the future, and the chessboard of the future evolves into the past, and the cycle repeats itself.

Kosche frowned slightly, and then stretched it out again.

"The story of the Laterans has come to an end, and their chessboard is not in Syracuse."

"Luka...would you rather die as a pawn?"

Although the pawns were small, they never retreated.

unfortunately,

Life is not a chessboard, if you lose, you lose, and there is no chance to reset the chessboard.

Luca wants to be a rule breaker.But there is a problem with his mentality, and this problem will affect Kosche and some things that Kosche values.

Kosche understands the rules. This does not mean that he is a person who guards the rules, nor does it mean that Kosche wants to participate in it. On the contrary, only by knowing the rules can he know how not to let himself be involved in this struggle , This is a death-free gold medal.

Luca isn't smart, but he wants to pretend he is.He wants to overturn the chessboard, but his ability is insufficient and his method is wrong.

Therefore,

Kesche tapped his fingers, and the shadow playing chess with him twisted and spun, and finally turned into several wolf-shaped shadows.

"Wolves, it's time to act."

Chapter 120 Reentry Ruins and Weird Originium Techniques

"Captain, is there any news from the notary office?"

Fiametta asked.

In the team of four, she is the one who cares most about the task.

An Duoen nodded, and flashed the communicator in front of everyone, and Mostima and Lemione also came to An Duoen's side immediately.

"People from the Institute of the Pope's Hall said that there is likely to be a weapon that seals the fragments of gods hidden in this underground palace. Our team will enter the underground palace to explore first, and Lateran's reinforcements will arrive soon."

"Huh? Ask the special combat team to explore the ruins? How did the old men in the Pope's Hall think of it? They don't have the right majors."

Mostima complained with some dissatisfaction. She scratched her head and subconsciously looked at the underground palace not far away.

"Mostima, you must not be disrespectful to the Pope."

Fiameta stretched out her hand, grabbed Mostima's arm forcefully, and said viciously.

"I know, I know."

Mostima quickly waved his hands, took a step back, and hid beside Lemuen.

"and also,"

Andorn suddenly made a sound, interrupting the play of the three girls. He stretched out his finger and slid slowly on the communicator,

"Fiametta went to support, and the three of us took the lead."

"What? Want us to separate?!"

Fiametta's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Is the old man in the pope's hall out of his mind?"

broken.

Mostima came out from beside Lemuane again, her eyes fell on Fiameta, and the corners of her mouth raised.

"It's really strange, but Fiameta, you also shouted it?"

Fiametta immediately covered her mouth.

Then, she glared at Mostima viciously.

It's all the fault of this guy, who has led himself astray.

"all in all."

Andorn coughed lightly, his eyes swept around,

"Although the ruins are a bit dangerous, the reinforcements from Lateran will probably arrive in a short time. With our strength, there should be no accidents in a short time. Besides, we didn't encounter any danger when we entered the ruins last time. "

"In summary, act according to the mission instructions."

"understand!"

Fiametta paused, and had no choice but to nod, but still urged,

"You have to be careful and don't get hurt, okay?"

"Do not worry."

Mostima made a "victory" gesture to Fiameta, then took his gunwheel and the necessary dry food, and followed Andorn's footsteps into the dark passage leading to the underground palace.

......

"coming."

The warlock opened his eyes.

His pitch-black robe dotted with stars shone with a strange light, but the figure under the black robe was not as young and normal as before, and looked extremely dry.His time technique is not perfect, which is one of the reasons why he can only curl up in the underground palace after a hundred years.

He wants to parse time.

He had gained wealth, fame, and power effortlessly, and his spells stood at the top of the world at that time. He overlooked the world and guarded his homeland.

He wants more.

For strength, he spent too much time. He is a young immortal, and he is not as clear about the passage of time as a natural immortal. The long river of time has washed away everything he is familiar with, and even the glorious stalwart he is pursuing is plotting Disappeared in it.

He wants to change all that.

But his time is stagnant, stagnation cannot change the past, not even his own time can be completely stagnant.

The clock is ticking.

Another living corpse beside him dried up quickly, and the warlock's body became young again.

He stood up slowly, the equipment under the black robe looked extremely delicate.

"It's time to meet the guests."

he said to himself.

......

Mostima felt something was wrong.

These living corpses seemed to be a little different again, but Mostima couldn't tell the difference, but instinctively noticed the problem.

"Mostima, what's wrong?"

Following Mostima, Lemuian keenly noticed the strangeness of Mostima, and asked with some concern.

"Uh...I can't tell."

Mostima shook his head lightly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.