My Empire

There are many nursing homes in the Ailan Hill Empire, some of which are of high standard, and some are simply places for the elderly.

In those high-standard nursing homes, there are many hundreds of years old living in them. They were once the most powerful magicians in the world, but they are now in their twilight years. Most of the time, their aging bodies can only lie in rocking chairs. , It's as quiet as a pot of plants.

In a magician nursing home in the Shengmo District, an old man was assisted by a young man and stepped onto a very comfortable maglev car.

Why is the maglev car still called a car? This is an embarrassing detail left over from the rapid development of the times. The official name of this car is already known as a maglev tram, but everyone is still willing to call a car casually to prove that they are following Not keeping up with the development of the times.

"Teacher...are you really going there?" The young man in the magic robe finally couldn't help but ask as he helped the old man to get into the car.

The old man took the walking stick that the young man handed him, and waited for the young man to get into the car and sit in the co-pilot position. Then he smiled and said, "My child, I am old. In fact, the world has left me too much. Regret."

When he talked about this, his eyes were full of loneliness, because those were all the mistakes he had committed, which he could not correct for a lifetime.

Perhaps, if the Ailan Hill Empire had never appeared, then these faults may not be called faults, but this world has no assumptions, so he can only feel sad for his past.

He said lonely: "When I was young, I made many mistakes. I despised my compatriots, and regarded people like me as stubborn."

As he spoke, his eyes were a little moist: "At that time, I was no different from the devil. I used to think that as a magician, I was superior. This mistake made me feel guilty until now."

When talking about this, he recalled his own past, those bad pasts that are gradually distant and hard to remember.

Once, he straddled the dragon's back and looked down at the crowd under his feet and screamed in panic. He allowed his Yalong to tear the woman's body, sitting and watching the tumbling dragon flame devouring the houses full of villagers.

Once, he hovered in the air, in the gust of wind, watching the charging giant horse cavalry smash the coalition forces of the mortal empire with a single charge, countless magical fireballs burned on the battlefield, accompanied by the mortal soldiers Screams of despair.

At that time, he didn't feel that he was killing people. In his eyes, these mortals were slaves, food, wealth, and resources that could be squandered...only, not people.

When he recalled this, his voice became trembling. He looked at his young apprentice in the co-pilot and said with regret: "Most of my time is wasted on internal friction and plunder. Those depraved days often wake me up in nightmares."

After recalling the past that made him unhappy, he remembered the scenes of the rising light.

So his tone was obviously relieved, and he continued: "All this has continued, and it lasted until the Ailan Hill Empire was born. I really realized that I was wasting my life from beginning to end. ."

Once the excuse that "magic is the only hope of mankind" is overturned, then the theoretical foundation of the magical world's exploitation of the mortal world will instantly collapse.

At this time, countless magicians realized that in their long past lives, the lives they despised were the same "people" as them!

This kind of impact is actually a nuclear bomb in the spiritual world. The magicians can be attached to the Ailan Hill Empire in a short time, and it is directly related to the complete destruction of their theories.

The theory that they believed in disappeared, and the magicians who sought the truth and thought that they were saving the world were instantly overwhelmed by what they had done.

They were eager to redeem their sins, and the Airanhill Empire became their only choice. With an alternative spiritual support, many ideas will come naturally.

The old man sat in the car, feeling the almost insignificant bumps. The maglev tram swayed slightly in the airflow and steadily moved forward on the second-level floating highway.

The advancement of technology allows people to enjoy life, and magic and technology complement each other, creating today's Ailan Hill.

Under the blessing of magic, ultra-modern technologies that many earth civilizations dare not even think about have become simple and reliable.

The combination of the floating magic circle and the magnetic levitation technology has made this maglev tram popularized and speeding through the streets and alleys of the Ailan Hill Empire.

Like traditional cars, they played an important role in the progress of the empire and also witnessed the glory of the empire.

"But, teacher...you have already participated in the transformation of many empires' magical technology, no more..." The young man was still unwilling, and continued to speak, wanting to persuade his teacher to give up the idea of ​​persistence.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still wanted to give it a try. After all, the path his teacher chose was an almost desperate path of salvation.

The old man retracted his gaze from the bustling scenery outside the car window, shook his head and said: "His Majesty the Emperor redeemed me and allowed me to find the direction of magic. Therefore, I have exhausted all my life's learning and participated in the development and creation of countless magical technologies. In."

"At that time, I was very high-spirited, watching the rapid rise of human civilization, watching the Ailan Hill Empire become a great interstellar empire..." The old man seemed to think, sitting in the laboratory, watching his apprentices and grandchildren for technology Busy figure.

In the past few years, the time when he was still able to lead the team to tackle key problems was probably the most memorable good time in his life.

At that time, he can really say that he has achieved his life goal. Lead one's own motherland to speed on the road of development, and use what he has learned all his life for the benefit of all people.

But this kind of contrast made him blame himself even more. In his life span of more than 300 years, 290 years were wasted...or rather, it might as well be wasted.

For more than two hundred and ninety years, looking at it with his current eyes, it was completely accumulating evil! This made him hate himself and hate this era in deep love.

Yes, hate this era. In his dreams, he would dream that the Allanhill Empire had already risen when he was young.

Just like Master William, who has become the leader of the R&D department of Empire Magic at a young age, he can dedicate his life to a great empire like Ailan Hill without having to bear any sinful past.

Pure life! A life without blemish... He will not betray Frenzberg like that, he will stand firmly under the banner of the Elanhill Empire and use his magic knowledge to promote the progress of this era!

No one is unwilling to be the creator of the times, and no one is unwilling to become the cornerstone of the development of civilization by what he has learned all his life.

"Now, someone wants to deprive me of everything! The meaning of destroying my life...things that I am proud of have disappeared...Child, I can't lie in bed and wait for this to happen." So the old man became angry. When he got up, he clenched a fist that could hardly be clenched, and said with suppressed anger.

After speaking, he let go of his palm with some helplessness, looked at the age spots on it, sighed and continued: "Unfortunately, I am getting old...If I am ten years younger, then I would rather pick up the long sword. Promote magic, go to the front and take a good look at which **** it is who dares to blaspheme my motherland."

He looked at his weakened arms because he could not take in nutrients, looked at the wrinkled skin on it, looked at the scrawny palms, his eyes were full of regret: "I am now more than 300 years old, and I have come to life. At the end of the world, there is no way to fight side by side with those young people."

If, if he can really make him dozens of years younger, or a hundred years younger, even without an electromagnetic rifle, even without those powerful weapons, he can still fight!

Even if there is only one armor engraved with patterns, even if there is only one long sword that can be filled with magic, he can bravely kill the enemy!

Even in the face of the cruelest and most powerful enemy, he can move forward! This is not bragging!

At that time, he, who regarded life as a must, has also fought on the front line of fighting against the demons. At that time, Grecan did not have ballistic missiles, and at that time, Grecan did not have MiG-21 fighters...

"According to the laws of the empire, I can choose to die naturally, or change the body of a young magician after transformation." The old man retracted his thoughts and smiled lightly, seeming to be full of disappointment with his own body.

With his other hand rubbing the crutch that had accompanied him for five years, he felt that it was not as pleasing to the eye as a long sword.

"However, as a sinner, a poor old man who once killed his compatriots with his own hands and treated mortals as livestock, do I really have the face to choose to die naturally?" He seemed to be asking his own students, and he seemed to be asking himself.

His students immediately spoke, wanting to persuade: "Teacher! Actually you don't need to do this... You have also contributed a lot to the empire, as..."

The old man stretched out his hand to interrupt the other party, shook his head slowly, and denied the other party’s persuasion: "You don’t understand, my child, this kind of thing is not forgiveness when others comfort you...but, ask your own heart. The comfort you can get..."

Forgiveness is the redemption of one's own heart, not the forgiveness of others. As long as one can live by himself, there will be no psychological baggage.

This is also the reason why shameless people are shameless, because they can redeem their hearts with little sense of guilt, so they don't care about the crimes they commit.

To deal with such people, you can only rely on the law. However, there are always people in this world who demand higher and more morals from themselves. They are not honest people, and they are not born to be bullied.

It's just that they have higher requirements for their own behavior, have lofty moral standards, and are making their own contributions to the spiritual progress of this world.

Such noble people may have a very tiring life and cannot do whatever they want, but they are indeed contributing their own strength to the progress of the entire society. Without these people, there would be no need for a civilization to exist.

The old man pointed to his body and said to his lover: "So I chose to accept the transformation, transform myself into a puppet, and continue to live, just to redeem my sins, to use my knowledge, my magic skills, More and more time will be left to the empire, to those who are willing to learn all this."

"So you and your younger brothers and sisters are going to be unlucky. I will come back soon as a transformed puppet and continue to serve as your teacher." The old man laughed mockingly and said.

Then he paused for a while and looked out the window of the car again. There are now no bustling streets, only dense woods.

Obviously, they have driven to the suburbs, to sparsely populated places. It seems to be very close to their destination here, because they can no longer see any other vehicles.

In front of a gate protected by a guard with live ammunition, the car came to a halt slowly. The driver handed the certificate to the officer at the door. After the officer checked, the door finally opened slowly.

The car started moving again, and the guards on both sides solemnly saluted the car and watched the car disappear at the end of the road.

"Good look, I feel very happy that they can send me like this, very, very happy." The old man smiled and said with emotion.

Then, after some distance, the car stopped in front of a huge building. The old man's disciple got out of the car again and helped the old man open the car door.

Being helped by the apprentice, he got out of the car and looked up at this magnificent building. The old man nodded in satisfaction: "It looks good!"

He walked forward step by step, passing the corridor full of technicians in white coats walking back and forth, and walked to the door of the room prepared for him.

"Teacher..." The young student wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the old man.

Just listen to the old man turning around and saying: "Since I have chosen to live in pain and redeem my soul, before I am transformed, it is natural to use more painful ways to protect everything that I should protect."

He reached out to help his disciple wipe away the tears: "So I filled out the voluntary form calmly... Therefore, now I am coming here, although my body will feel endless pain, but my soul is being washed by the light!"

"Actually, I should be grateful to the source of magic that used to be a nightmare in the magical world. He developed this technology, which gave me the opportunity to re-train my soul and make myself cleaner!" He pointed to himself with mockery. Walked into his door.

The technicians who were ready, stood quietly in front of a capsule-like container, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Among them is a modified device filled with black liquid. Many cables extend from this capsule-like container device, like a monster, entrenched in the center of the room.

"Come on! Children! While I can still use it, let those so-called caretakers...get to know the old man who knows our old magical world, how did you deal with the problem!" The old man handed the stick to a young man next to him. , Said softly.

Behind him, the door slowly closed, blocking the sight of his students. With the help of the staff, the old man stepped into the device, and the black liquid submerged the old man's knees, as if there was a kind of magic, tempting the old man to lie down and dip into it.

What is the best soldier, is the kind of pure soldier who can fight the enemy with the most brutal attack method, regardless of his own life and death, and does not even leave his body to the opponent after death.

Such fighters should not appear in this world, because training such fighters is an inhumane process.

However, when there are countless criminals who have committed all kinds of sins in their youth, trying to torture themselves in this cruel way, to confess, to redeem their souls, this kind of inhumanity becomes A warm embrace.

Ever since, the Ailan Hill Empire had an army, an army that was terrifying to the extreme. This army is not human at all. They are a group of complete magic creations. They once had a name that made the devil world tremble-the servant of the gods!

They used to face the planes, tanks, and artillery of the Airanhill Empire without flinching. They used to recklessly attack, and even the soldiers of the Ailanhill Empire felt extremely troublesome.

These **** waiters will explode like a bomb when they fight to the end of the battle, leaving almost nothing in the end. They have no corpses, no armor, and even poor clothes.

But their fierce combat power will leave a deep impression on the enemy! Each of them is a magician, a high-level magician, the kind of magician who can beat the enemy through the wind and rain!

"I have never felt such happiness, as if I have regained my youth!" Sitting in a Z-30 helicopter, wearing a pure magic energy body in a white robe, he exclaimed in a vague voice. .

Opposite the **** waiter, sitting on the other side of the **** waiter, their task is very simple, at all costs, to repel the guardian attacking troops, to help their own troops win time.

"General Medias' order...must be completed!" Another powerful **** waiter said loudly to his companions in the bumpy helicopter.

"For the glory of magic... the origin..." The **** waiter sitting by the door also vaguely said as he watched another galloping helicopter not far from the open hatch.

"For... redemption!" Pressing the magic sword on his waist, as the empire's most loyal and brave **** waiter, he echoed with a hoarse voice.

The language they communicate is not clear, and it seems that only they can hear clearly. This is a price, a price necessary for gaining power.

As fighters, they can be resurrected almost infinitely, but they will become weaker every time they are resurrected.

But it doesn't matter. When they become weak to a certain extent, they will be transformed into puppets and continue to serve the empire.

They are servants of the gods and redeemers. They don't mind their names anyway, because they are some dying people, and being able to feel the whistling of the wind once again is a gift for them.

"The airborne begins! My God! Who would have thought that one day, I would execute this order...throw our own people into the Sweeper Army's occupied area to fight alone..." The pilot on the plane controlled the plane to avoid the ground. The energy cannon fired, while complaining loudly.

The first officer's pilot turned on the magic barrier above his head to strengthen the switch, and said: "We are sending them to death...but you have also seen...they are not human..."

"No! Compared to those **** traitors and conspirators, they are the purest people!" Pulling the joystick in his hand, the captain avoided a cloud of energy and corrected loudly.

"Enter the designated airborne area! Send them down! Let them get out of here!" Looking at the precise coordinates on the navigation map, the captain changed the flight status once and ordered loudly.

"Slow down! Slow down! Damn! We are crazy to slow down in this place!" The co-pilot turned on the green airborne indicator while vomiting.

Right in front of him, a black energy group flew quickly, almost hitting a jet engine on their side.

"The enemy is under our feet! Enemies densely packed!" Through the side window, the co-pilot saw the sweepers who were firing at their plane.

Then, he also saw the non-human people who jumped out of the cabin from the side-opened cabin door, and dressed in white robes.

One by one, these **** waiters did not hesitate at all, wrapped in a shiny magic defensive barrier, gliding quickly in the air, rushing to the vast number of enemies on the ground that looked like ants.

"I don't have the guts to jump down here!" The co-pilot retracted his head and looked at the cabin behind him: "Is there anyone else?"

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Get out of here! We are going to be shot down!" After no one answered his question, he immediately shouted to the captain next to him: "The magic defense barrier still has one third of the energy. !"

In his shout, the Z-30 aircraft began to accelerate, roaring away in the barrage formed by the exploding energy bomb.

And below the back of the plane, on the fairly flat ground, the waiter who was the first to jump out of the cabin hit the ground heavily, stirring up a mess of dust.

Then, a huge magical energy blew away the dust, and a man in white robes who had drawn out two long swords from his waist twisted his neck against the crowd of sweepers in front of him.

"Kill!" Behind this **** waiter, another **** waiter leaped high, shouting vaguely, and rushed to the sweepers who had aimed their guns on their shoulders.

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Make a change today and continue tomorrow. In the past two days, Long Ling’s house was a bit messy, it was not a big deal, but it affected his thinking too much, so it was delayed. I'm really sorry, but I will definitely make up for the debt. I'm very sorry.