Infinite reincarnation of glory

However, the brain still has to move after all.

After all, everyone in Middle-earth knows this thing about "uniting friends and attacking enemies". And no matter how cruel and crazy human forces are, they are always much better than ghosts and monsters who cannot reconcile life and death.

Zheng Zha was 90% sure that the final plan given by the staff was to 'maintain goodwill and try to make contact'. After all, the two powerful human forces are about to come into contact now. For each other, they are actually completely in darkness. And if it is because of a misunderstanding that you do something bad that will hurt your loved ones and make your enemies happy, it is undoubtedly a fatal mistake.

So even if the staff's suggestion is to fight to the end, he will reject it - after all, although Mr. Zheng looks like a rubber stamp who can only work hard, he is still the king of Castlevania. Once he makes a decision, the remnants of the Salvation Army, the final remnants of Western humanity, will only choose to cooperate with him.

——Although it seems that I will no longer be the king of this Castlevania soon.

Of course power cannot be taken away, but the word 'demon' is a bit bad after all. The readers in the city discussed and decided to give Castlevania a new name. And in the end, they chose the word ‘immunity’.

Immunity, vaccine. The most unique technology of Castlevania is to load the human body into the demon shell, become a part of the ghost and then control it. Compared to human civilization, this is somewhat similar to the function of vaccines.

Immaniti.

Adding the suffix of the city, it is Imanitic.

Zheng Zha has already signed his name on the decree. And soon, all human residents will know this new name. The effect of this decree not only affects human society, but can also rely on its power to affect the fantasy land of Castlevania itself. He knew that he could slightly influence its operation through his own will, so given time, perhaps this Eastern European Gothic fantasy castle could be remodeled with the specifications of a modern fortress city.

Maybe it can be done - the best it can be.

And even if that's not possible, it should still be possible to fine-tune the types of ghosts produced in Castlevania. After all, no matter how much propaganda is carried out, the effect will be subtle. The image of the devil is still too scary. And if they could all be changed into angels...artistic angels, or even giant robots, the people's sense of security would be significantly improved.

Although Zheng Zha actually thinks that demons are quite handsome - but he doesn't pay much attention to such details, if others have already studied and decided. Then there is no harm in doing such an innocuous thing.

The footsteps gradually faded away - the captain had fulfilled his duties and would soon be back where he should be. Zheng Zha then breathed out softly and took a leisurely pace in the throne room, which had returned to silence again. Since his mind had already begun to move, it would be better to move more. It also saves this computing resource from being wasted in vain.

"Imanitic." He whispered the name, chewing it hard.

"This is really a grassroots team." He suddenly shook his head and chuckled.

The remnants of the Salvation Army remained closely connected under his rule. He knew that he didn't even have half a confidant under his command, and that there must be more people who knew the key information like today before he did - he could clearly sense the desire of his people to save the world, but he knew more Knowing that until now, they only have loyalty to the former commander of the Salvation Army, the leader of the World Government who died in an unknown place.

They had nothing but respect for him, respect for his strength, respect for his ability. And as long as he opens his eyes, he can see it clearly at a glance.

Mortal thinking is too simple and too eye-catching. He didn't need to carefully read these people's stray brainwaves to clearly integrate their thoughts and perceptions. Know their ideals, their aspirations, the direction they pursue and strive for.

Just like Captain Li Lian, he longs to save the world, but in his heart he hates the remnants of the World Government. Because in his eyes, the most admirable group of people in the World Government had long since died in the Salvation Army's expedition, and those who survived could still develop a huge power. It must be the residue that was not washed away during the initial cleanup.

That's why he instinctively emphasized the evil appearance of the unknown warriors and the despair of the survivors in his narration - this was the operation of his subconscious thoughts, and he himself may have thought that his depiction was impartial when narrating.

People's hearts are fickle, it's not a big deal. Zheng Zha even knew that his doorman had made an appointment with him to go drinking after get off work. During this period, there is a high probability that the content of this piece of information and the attitude they showed at the time will be mentioned in casual conversations - because they only regard themselves as a collaborator who needs to be respected, an ally with huge power. It's not about holding up a flag for yourself and fighting with yourself.

They are like this, and so are the scholars and staff officers.

They push all kinds of trivial matters that can be completed without Zheng Zha's power, but only take some time, and point fingers at matters that can only be effectively driven by Zheng Zha's power, until they form a routine - they use their own way Weaving a rein called order, and then harnessing their own power to fight for their ideals.

Fight to save the world, fight to protect the people.

Follow their ideas to save the world, follow their ideals to protect the people.

And strictly speaking, this is also my own connivance.

"Because I'm too lazy to fight with them."

Zheng Zha raised his hand, and a ball of violent flames appeared in his hand. The shadow under him immediately boiled, and opened thousands of eyes at the next moment - his palm then moved forward.

"Peng——" There was a soft sound, and violent flames were injected into the empty shell of the quasi-demon king. The next moment, the entire huge and ferocious demon twisted and deformed in a way that was visible to the naked eye. Countless scarlet eyes emerged from the flesh and blood, and its shape also changed from a demon to a beast.

Zheng Zha knew everything that was going on in the city and knew how to organize everything to suit his needs - he just needed to use a little bit of his past experience as an office director. By issuing a few tough orders and using some tactics of reward and punishment, you can naturally build up great majesty and have followers. Then as long as a usable system is designed at will, this city that is already subordinate to itself can naturally operate completely according to its own wishes.

It's a very simple thing, something you can do just by moving your hands.

But...why would I do such a thing?

Zheng Zha felt his heart, and the desire called 'fight' did not beat at all. He knew that he was a layman in the past, and he had needs for good things like money and power. And on the other side of the memory, I am quite thirsty in my private life, and it is not an exaggeration to call me a playboy.

But now everything has changed.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, even if she is washed and put on the bed, she will not have any temptation or desire at all. And wealth and power, things that were very attractive to me in the past, are like dust. And every thought in my heart tells me that there is nothing wrong with this choice.

It was as if all his emotions and desires had a place to rest.

It was as if he had one and only one opponent worth fighting against.

Yes, it seems that there is such an opponent. He carries all the responsibilities on his back, and no burden can weigh him down. And as long as that person is there, he doesn't need to worry about things outside his body. No matter what you want to do, you can do it.

Is that really an opponent?

Or should we say that it should be a companion, a pillar, a... close friend?

A name was about to come out in his mind, but it eventually fell silent under the waves of consciousness - Zheng Zha's divergent gaze focused again, and in front of him, the quasi-demon king who had been infused with violent flames had transformed into a dragon.

A dark dragon, a slender dragon. Elegance and ferocity coexist in it, and its power is further enhanced by the ferocious flames.

A bit like Onyxia, the black dragon princess in the game. And Zheng Zha gently stretched out his hand and touched the first finished head that changed into a demon form.

There is no need to think about unnecessary things. I do know everything, and I do condone them without taking any action.

-Because I don't need their loyalty.

——Because I don’t need their support.

——I want to save this broken world, and I only want to save the world. I don't care how the world continues after it is saved. And anything outside of this cannot and cannot have any restraint on me.

"I am free."

The dragon nuzzled him meekly, and he mounted on its head. The next moment, he took off on the wings of the dragon, broke through the top of the Castlevania that was about to be renamed Imanitic, and headed for the fictional sky in the fantasy land.

It has no special purpose and does not represent any expression of will.

He just wanted to go for a ride, so——

Soaring in the sky.