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The wind swept across the turret, blowing into the courtyard, and slapped people's faces with a burning sensation that was not intense but lingering.

In fact, it only took more than ten minutes from Tang Fang to the gathering of black clouds. As long as he saw the figure of Flying Snake, Bai Hao knew that Big Brother Tang had returned. At this time, he was not surprised to see him appear. He just retracted the pierced spear, and jumped to the position of the shield a few times.

Henrietta, Elena and others also saw his arrival, their tight facial muscles stretched out, and the big rock hanging in their hearts finally fell.

The old man scanned Mellor's body behind him and glanced at the Turamon on his shoulder. His expression changed slightly, and he sighed heavily. When he walked to the shield, he pressed a button on the control panel.

Tang Fang didn't go in, but ordered Turlamon to be handed over to Tang Lin, and then turned to look at the sky north of the palace, his expression becoming more solemn.

"What about Mr. J?" Tang Lin asked casually when he took Tulamong.

He didn't tell everyone what happened in the basement, but responded indifferently: "Dead."

Tang Lin stopped talking, Bai Hao wanted to ask something, but he swallowed when the words reached his lips.

Henrietta wondered why he didn't come in, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Hymn Will is dead, Mr. J is also dead, Turramon has become a prisoner, everything he wants to do has been done, and Elizabeth and Tyronn have just left here before Elizabeth and Tyron can get over.

Tang Fang looked at his face and shook his head: "You take them away, I haven't finished my business yet."

Kylenia gave a thoughtful expression.

Elena and Tang Lin looked at him with puzzled faces, not understanding why he stayed here.

Ange Will has been in "Cabrreto" for more than 20 years. It can be described as the base camp of the new faction. The dangers faced by staying here are much higher than those of "Mirror Light". Or the "Angel".

He took out a spar from his pocket: "I must end everything here in the shortest time." After speaking, he paused and turned his head to look outside. Said: "I suddenly had a very bad feeling."

He didn't explain too much where that bad premonition came from, but everyone present knew it. He was not talking about the Turanx United Kingdom, but the Star Alliance.

Thinking about it carefully, the more horrifying things he did here, the more silent the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire. As immortal enemies, they should be more active. Such a response is really strange.

Henrietta knew what the spar in his hand represented, if he guessed correctly. That should be the teleport beacon leading to Leo Military Port.

The old man did not speak, but sighed again...this is the seventh time he sighed today.

After all, Bai Hao didn't hold it back. He said what he was holding in his heart, and pointed to Tang Lin's shoulder in a coma, and said, "Why didn't you kill him?"

The thinking of the teenager is different from that of Kylinia and Elena. Rather than trying to figure out Tang Fang's strategic intentions, he is more willing to focus on things like revenge.

In order to save Elena from death, Mellor had to pay for it. Only by killing Turamón could the hatred and grief in everyone's hearts be alleviated.

Tang Fang retracted his gaze looking out of the sky and turned to Bai Hao's face. Shaking his head: "I promise, he will go to the guillotine."

The boy was startled, but the doubt on his face did not disappear. On the contrary, it is getting stronger.

Kylinia raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes flashed with brilliance, the fluorescence on the surface of a pearl, but the coldness of a sword, she patted Bai Hao on the shoulder, and leaned in and murmured a few words. .

The pure and passionate boy didn't know why Tang Fang did this, she knew.

The power of the king, symbolized by Hymn Will, needs a reason to collapse, or that the Tang side needs a suitable excuse to trigger the storm of politics and war that swept the Turanx United Kingdom.

If only because of the cruel oppression and exploitation of the nobility and royal family. not enough. Because there are always some people who are obviously slaves but think they are the masters of this country. They will desperately maintain the nearly perfect moon in their minds, they don't admit that it is just a reflection in the water. Nor does it allow others to expose its nihilistic nature, and will desperately run counter to the people who help them awaken, even in order to be indoctrinated again and again for a long time, brainwashed again and again, defending the lies that seem to be truthful, and inserting the sharp dagger into the good-hearted people. chest.

Therefore, Tang Fang needs a crime that makes people speechless, and puts on trial against Sange Will, Turlamon and others.

Yes, he needs to persuade those pitiful and hateful people to accept their fate, accept the facts, wake up from the dreams of lies, and find their own future.

With the things done in the United Kingdom of Turanx with God's arms, and the boundless killings created by the fire plan, even if Turramon died 10,000 times, it would not be enough to repay the sins he committed.

In the same way, the monument of Sange Will's power will also be overthrown, falling to pieces.

So Turramon will die, but not now.

The law is the plaything of the powerful, but when justice comes, it will turn into the brightest blade of the sun, cutting off the heads of those who used it to applaud.

Mellor’s hatred must be reported, and those who died must be reported...Similarly, the law itself has hatred, which needs to be cleansed by the blood of the blasphemer.

In doing so, Tang Fang was using the legal sword to break the backbone of the king's rule, and using the torch of justice to guide those who were lost on their journey home.

Bai Hao looked at her with a very ambiguous gaze, and wanted to ask, "Are you the roundworm in the belly of Brother Tang?" But after all, he held it back. Kylinia has always been a serious and steady person. , It’s not appropriate to make a joke on her.

Henrietta's gully-covered face showed a look of sorrow, looking out into the sky, watching the warm mist between the bee colony and the besieged city, and said: "Is it necessary to do this?"

Tang Fang said, "You said, I hope I can end this reincarnation."

The old man sighed again. This is the eighth time he sighed today. He has searched for the memories of his life. He has never sighed as much as he did today. He walked across the red line of fate and swayed past, never knowing what to choose.

Yes, he is confused.

At this age, there have been numerous storms and waves. He should have seen through the vanity of the world, and should have understood the grandeur of the power field, but at the last moment. Like many young people who can't find meaning in life, he becomes very at a loss. I don't know what kind of mentality to use to face what is happening right now or what is about to happen.

At this moment, he suddenly envied Tang Fang, able to uphold his original intention, take firm and steady steps, without fear of all the demons and ghosts on the road, without greed for the splendid prosperity of his body, step by step. Head straight towards the destination.

Tang Fang swept across the broken golden lion in the center of the square, and said: "It is not enough for the monument of royal power to collapse. A not magnificent but conspicuous tombstone must be erected to inscribe the fear of the few and the courage of the majority."

Henrietta retracted her gaze from afar and fell on the golden lion statue with only the pedestal left. The short stubble shook slightly...In fact, it was not the stubble that was shaking, but the skin was shaking.

On the "Mirror Light", in the Ibrahimovic Palace. He discussed with Gilcott what is destiny and what is era.

The era of Arnasi has passed, and his era is slowly closing. It was replaced by Hymn Will, but when the thumbwheel of time was running to the present, the era of Hymn Will just kicked off and was ended by Tang Fang.

Is this the so-called destiny? Or is it that Hymn Will chose the wrong path and was abandoned by the times?

He didn't believe in destiny before, but as his face grew older and his spine became weaker, he seemed to understand what destiny was.

Whether or not the moment when Will and Mr. J formed an alliance, it was destined to be a bright autumn day. Will be pierced through the chest and abdomen by the dazzling sword of the king?

Mellor is old, but why is she still so headstrong. Exchange your life for the peace of Elena?

When he, like many others, tried to calculate "Morning Star Casting". The result was a slap in the face.

When he chose to analyze the current situation from another angle, from the standpoint of an outsider, he suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was really cute, so he reaped a lot of joy and peace.

Now, he is standing at a T-shaped intersection, facing perhaps the last choice on his life journey.

Isn't this fate?

Hymn Will has his destiny.

Mellor has his destiny.

Oneself... should also have a destiny that belongs only to oneself.

Standing among the ruins of the king's power, standing under the blue sky propped up by the swarm, standing at the core of the upcoming storm, he suddenly figured out many things.

Now that Samsara has reached the end point, let him end.

Sometimes, giving up is the respect for your own life.

With his robe sleeves raised lightly, he stretched out his right hand and handed a white crystal to Tang's side, saying, "Be careful."

The crystal in Henrietta's palm is no different from the teleporting beacon in Tang Fang's hand.

"When you return safely, I will tell you their story."

Tang Fang didn't say much, took the crystal in the old man's palm, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Henrietta nodded and swiped her slightly trembling hand on the control panel of the double-cross platform. The shield quickly closed, and a non-glaring light erupted from the reactor. The double-cross platform slowly floated, when it was raised to a height of 3 meters. , The lower triangular thruster array lights up one after another, bursts of silver brilliance, blowing smoke and dust on the ground, and rushing to the sky quickly.

Tang Fang smiled at Elena through the shield of light ripples, raised his right thumb, and made a "you are awesome" action.

He didn't get Elena's smile, the girl's eye circles were redder, and there were more tears in her clear eyes.

The swarm of bees surging toward the periphery like a frightened school of fish, exposing a hole, allowing the double-cross platform to pass through, throwing into the higher sky, and finally turning into a shaking light and shadow, disappearing without a trace.

Tang Fang retracted his gaze, his gaze fell on the two crystals in his palm, causing many questions.

Isn’t the Quantum Teleporter provided to Sange Will by God’s Arms? Why did Henrietta have it?

When he was in the basement, before he had time to do it, Mr. J was killed by the mechanical insect. Naturally, there is no way to know that there is not only one quantum teleporter, but several. They are not gifts from God’s arms to Sange Will. It was the private property of the Olipod family.

You know, princes like Lancelot and Harrington Harris have the remains of Epsilon, not to mention the royal family of a country.

Thinking of what Henrietta said before leaving, he didn't waste too much energy on the two teleportation beacons, waved his hands slightly, the swarm of bees gathered in the atrium turned into a black tide, and quickly spread to the battlefield outside the palace.

More and more king insects are in the bee colony. Fly to all parts of "Cabrreto".

As he said to Henrietta, the monument to defeat the royal power is not enough, he must erect a tombstone. Let the nobles feel terrified, and they will have to embark on the way out that they have arranged for them.

Been exploited for many years. Common people who have lost their dignity and cultural beliefs need a way out, and some nobles also need a way out. Today’s killing is for future salvation.

"Khanos" used to be a symbol of the king's power, and it is also the most suitable to be the tomb of the king's power.

In the shortest possible time, he will use the means of thunderbolt to wipe out the political remnants of the new faction headed by Anthem.

The quantum teleporter in the basement has been destroyed, and the "stable bubble" naturally no longer exists. Looking back at the palace wall that slowly faded under the fire and sunlight, and became mottled. He smashed the teleport beacon connected to Leo Military Port.

The stream of light was like a waterfall, the star dust was like rain, and the rapidly rotating neon vortex swallowed his body, and finally burst into a flash of light and dissipated.

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Being able to join the garrison of the Haar Palace is definitely a supreme honor for young people in Turanx, United Kingdom. It can also be a capital for parents to show off and compare, and even more enviable than superior living conditions. .

In fact, those who can join the garrison of the Haar Palace are themselves descendants of the upper-middle class of "Cabrreto" society. Although it has a training intensity that far exceeds that of other troops, it also has a high level of allowances, generous treatment and pension policies.

None of the above benefits are critical. The key is to be able to serve in the palace garrison is a kind of life capital in itself. Whether you choose to retire in the future or stay in the army, you will get more precious job opportunities or promotion channels.

To put it bluntly, how many middle-class and official descendants are fighting for this kind of military quota.

Of course, the opportunity to join the army is not easy to win, and your own conditions are also an important hurdle.

In a sense, the garrison is the face of this country. If you are born with a broken face with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, even if the backstage at home is hard. Can not be one of them.

Robert Downey was born in a medical family. His father and mother were both well-known physicians in "Dicaben". He is the second child at home. His elder brother is mature and stable. He graduated from Yale Medical School 2 years ago and is now an intern at the Presbyterian Hospital.

In "Cabretto", no one does not know the name of the Presbyterian Hospital. This is a medical structure that specializes in providing services to nobles and senior officials. It is hard to imagine how rare Robert's elder brother can enter the hospital for internship.

Unlike the hard-working boss, Robert had no intention of studying since he was a child, and his energy was all used in various sports, such as basketball, such as rugby. This life allows him to develop a strong muscle and bodybuilding body, which is most loved by those little girls.

In the year he graduated from high school, he could have relied on sports to enter a decent university to continue his studies. However, because he had **** with a young counselor in the office, he was caught by the teacher on duty. So he was removed from the school and lost the opportunity to enter the university.

The future of the boss is worry-free. When the parents naturally can't see the second son accomplish nothing, he was sent to the garrison of the Haar Palace and became a soldier through the contacts and money accumulated over the years in the doctor.

Where is Haar Palace? The power heart of this country, the place where Hymn Will governs, from the establishment of the Turanx United Kingdom to the present, this is the safest and most dazzling place.

Robert likes the life here. It can also be said that he likes his own identity and environment. Bathed in the light of power, he feels a sense of ecstasy. Even if in essence, he is just a fox and a fake tiger.

After all, some people don't have the chance to be a fox or a tiger, and there is no blessing if they want to fight against others. It is better to be a watchdog of the royal family than to be a dog who works day and night and looks hard.

The colleagues around him are either the offspring of officials or the wealthy, rich family. The military life has not honed the correct values ​​and outlook on life, because the Olipod family itself is immersed in the pond of power, and they are naturally also affected. A lot of light.

Because of this status, he and his colleagues have privileges that ordinary people can't match. They can pursue those beautiful women with good-looking faces or figures, and abandon them cruelly after playing enough without worrying about incurring unnecessary. Trouble-because no one dared to go wild in the Hall of the Palace.

They can fight with the National People's Congress if they disagree, and then put their guns on each other's head, let the guys with short eyes kneel on the ground, call their father, or grandfather, or even go under the crotch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Robert had heard that his platoon leader had a conflict with the boss in a bar on the outskirts of "Dicabon". He broke the man’s leg with a gun through alcohol and made him stronger in front of everyone. Young and beautiful proprietress, and took the other's body photos as a collection.

Such a deep hatred, such a big hatred, when the bar owner knew the identity of the enemy, he wisely chose to swallow his anger. Not only did nothing happen, but he also repaired the injuries at his own expense and reset the property. It is a pity that the young proprietress was mentally severely affected. She was sent to a mental hospital shortly afterwards. It is said that she hasn't come out yet, and her photo is still hanging on the bedside of the platoon, with many scorched holes on the side burned by cigarette butts.

This is the prestige and privilege of the garrison of the Haar Palace. (To be continued.)

ps: Sure enough, quality is not proportional to output. Isn’t meticulous writing and careful consideration better than fast-paced writing? I can pretend to be x, but I don’t know how to slap my face. I’m sorry... I can’t write that Tang Fang is the hero in my mind. Of course, the hero is not cheap. It's not a person, it's a machine. Finally, those who read the post are still domineering, I did not force you to read it, so you don’t need to give pointers, I am not a great ip-eater, I can only support my family by subscribing to genuine articles, as a small Zhongwen, please take care of it, don’t take me Forced to use the anti-stick chapter. Grieving, no wonder, it's more comfortable to speak out.