The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Well?"

Indeed, it has been dozens of minutes since this movement, which has affected at least millions of people, broke out. With the speed of information transmission through the Internet, the headquarters should have been informed of the on-site situation as soon as possible and made corresponding arrangements.

At the very least, the clone of Mikael who stayed in the headquarters and pretended to be May would also inform them, as well as the main body who was vacationing in the sea near P-21, but so far, none of this has happened.

There is only one explanation - they have lost contact with the headquarters, and the headquarters has no idea what is happening in Third New Paradise City.

No, it shouldn't be as simple as a loss of contact. If it's just a simple loss of contact, just like what happened during the eleventh collapse. Although it's not clear what happened specifically, the direct loss of contact will definitely make the headquarters aware of the abnormality.

Although they cannot contact the North American branch, they can notify Mikael, who is on vacation, to support the lost areas, just like that time.

"I'm afraid that we have not lost contact with the headquarters, but there is a 'valve' stuck in the communication network between us and the headquarters. It filters and even falsifies the information circulating on both sides. It would be difficult to verify this. It’s not difficult…”

Mikael took out his mobile phone, logged into Fire Chaser's intranet with a small account, and then sent a text message to Yimer:

"...exist?"

The spread of information was not hindered, and a few seconds later Imer responded:

"Who are you?"

"I am Mikael. I am currently trapped in Tower A13 of New Paradise City No. 3, V Nest 50. I hope I can buy weapons to fight my way out of the siege. After that, I will let you be the anti-entropy captain!"

This time the message was not sent, and a red exclamation appeared quickly. Before Mikael could resend it, the message was automatically deleted.

He reluctantly clicked on his large profile picture and posted:

"Help!"

This time, when the message was sent and it was still loading, he was kicked off the account.

"It seems that it is probably it..."

Mikael had mixed feelings in his heart. He felt that he should cheer. At the very least, Ling had accepted the fate of becoming a Herrscher, right?

What he didn't know was that his body had been worrying about the pros and cons of this issue a few days ago. He only knew that this was obviously a good thing for Ling and Sakura, but he didn't feel happy at all.

Half of his heart was filled with anger, and the other half was filled with deep powerlessness.

So what if Ling can escape her destined fate? Only by personally walking into this world can we clearly understand that this world has long been like a crazy horse, stubbornly rushing towards the abyss of destruction, no matter how much Mikael and others try to pull its tail and hug its legs. , pulling its mane, or even running in front of it and colliding with it, it only takes a second or two at night for it to fall into the abyss.

"If it is the Twelfth Herrscher, it can also explain why they know that Michael is here, but in this case, we...Mikael? Mikael!"

When he came back to his senses, he heard Mei calling him.

"Mikael, is the power of consciousness controlled by your clone enough to solve this problem first?"

"Of course...it can't be done."

Apoonia's limit at the beginning was to change the perceptions of hundreds of thousands of people at the same time in a certain area.

The Eighth Herrscher itself also needs to use contaminated information as a medium to control a large number of humans in batches. It cannot even directly control everyone at the Fire Chaser Moth headquarters where Aponia is located.

Not to mention this clone that only controls part of the power of consciousness.

"I can indeed temporarily change the cognition and memory of the people in front of me, but once they are reminded by the people behind me, their efforts will fall short. All I can do now is to stabilize the emotions of these people as much as possible, as long as there is no external force Intervention, they shouldn't directly turn into a riot...right?"

Before the word "ba" was uttered, a loud noise was heard from the crowd below:

"Michael! Do you still remember me?"

The voice was already sharp, neither male nor female. The sound was slightly thicker after being processed by the speakers, but it was still unpleasant.

Perhaps what is unpleasant is not the shrill voice, but the attitude that tells you the person coming is not good at first sight.

Looking at Michael again, this bureaucrat who was obviously quite capable, capable and thoughtful actually showed a panicked look after hearing that cry.

He scratched his thighs nervously, grasped the fabric of his pants, and then stared at a pair of green eyes, searching quickly in the crowd.

He quickly found his target, because the man himself seemed to be afraid that Michael would not find him, holding his trumpet high and constantly braving his head in the turbulent sea of ​​people.

The people who had just been confronting Michael about who they were seeing saw this scene and unknowingly made way for him, so Michael also completely determined who was coming.

That was indeed a man. His long blond hair was mixed with a lot of gray. His hair was simply combed and pulled back into a ponytail.

He has a thin body, slender limbs, and is probably less than 1.7 meters tall. His patched clothes are white after washing, but they are not as wrinkled as others. They should have been carefully ironed and have sharp edges.

He did take care of himself very well, and compared with the casual-looking people around him, he felt somewhat standout.

If it weren't for the sparse mustache on his lips, one wouldn't necessarily be able to tell his gender, but the beard was too thin, like the hairs on the lips of a teenager.

"Si...Si...Si Tanfa...teacher..."

He was so nervous that he did not move the speaker away from his mouth, and the title instantly reached the ears of everyone present.

Mikael was a little confused at first and couldn't figure out who this person was as Michael's teacher.

When seeing the familiar blond hair and thinking that Michael might be related to this person, it was difficult not to associate him with the Lichtenstein family.

However, blond hair does not mean anything. Blond hair and blue eyes are indeed the characteristics of the Lichtenstein family, but they are not the only ones with blond hair and blue eyes. Anyway, Destobia is not.

Besides, if you get closer to this man, you will be able to see clearly that he does not have what is called "blue eyes", but the whites of his eyes are yellow and cloudy and filled with red bloodshot eyes, which looks like the proliferation of blood vessels in the cornea caused by wearing contact lenses for many years.

oh! correct!

Mikael squinted his eyes, searching for a similar appearance in the memory of Michael he had seen before, and quickly found this person——

Isn't this the teacher that Michael was when he was labeled as the Lichtenstein family and sold because of his blond hair and blue eyes before he returned to the family?

The facial features are almost identical except for the old elements, except that in order to do business at that time, he had not yet grown a beard. Moreover, in order to pretend to be a man of the Lichtenstein family, he always wore green contact lenses, which corresponded to the proliferation of blood vessels in the cornea.

It must not be a coincidence that this person appears here. Anyone who calms down and thinks can come to this conclusion.

But let alone how Michael should calm down when his mind was filled with unbearable memories, Michael fell into self-doubt because of this——

This person's appearance here must be at the instigation of others. Who could he be? If according to the previous inference, the series of operations were performed by the Twelfth Herrscher, then why did Stanfa obey the instructions of the Twelfth Herrscher?

Or is he the Twelfth Herrscher himself?

No, it's impossible!

Mikael was certain that Stanfa did not have the energy reaction belonging to the Herrscher. After a little exploration with the power of consciousness, he could also confirm that there was no problem with his consciousness.

Judging from his memory, he was brought here on short notice in the early hours of this morning. The person who brought him naturally made some promises, but the man himself had his face covered, and even the communication with Stanfa from beginning to end was Through words—and I specifically wrote with my left hand!

If this was not to prevent the fire-chasing moth from tracing its origin through spiritual perception, Mikael would not believe it. We might as well assume boldly that the person the other party is guarding against is Mikael himself.

Things suddenly became complicated and confusing. If you think about it carefully, the inference of the Twelfth Herrscher is even more untenable - according to the memory that was verified again from the main body, according to the original timeline of Suzu's situation, without being killed Before death, the consciousness of the Twelfth Herrscher should not awaken.

Or maybe the bell at that time was actually the Herrscher's consciousness, but it was not as aggressive as the other Herrschers, but became aggressive because Death was triggered by the desire to survive.

If this is explained as the individual differences of the Herrschers, it seems reasonable, but the Twelfth Herrscher in the post-civilization era also only activated his desire for survival and launched an attack on the Paradise after almost all the carriers were destroyed. Yes, this was the last plot that Mikael saw. He would remember it correctly, indicating that this should be the characteristics of the Twelfth Herrscher itself.

But if it weren’t for the Twelfth Herrscher, if it wasn’t for the Herrscher getting the information through the TV in the villa, Mei’s cell phone, etc., Mikael couldn’t think of anyone else or how he could learn about his and Mei’s identities. and location.

Time was running out, and Mikael didn't have time to do what he was talking about. All kinds of thoughts were desperately stuffed into Mei's brain through the power of consciousness, making her groan in pain.

"I see... there is no other way now. Let's wait and see what other methods they have. By the way, Mikael, have you informed Mi... have you informed your body? It should be possible between you. Is it similar to the Tenth Herrscher’s quantum entanglement communication method?”

"Um."

"How did he say?"

"Even if he arrives now, he can't perfectly solve the problem in front of him. It's better to wait and see what happens. After all, we can't confirm now whether the Twelfth Herrscher is acting as a monster."

"What's your opinion?"

"Me? Same as you two."

The three people had the same idea, and at this time, after a short silence, Stanfa finally started an aggressive interrogation state:

"In January of this year, the coalition government wholesaled 800 million sets of D-class supplies for the city. Including each person's one-month supply, there was still a surplus of 50 million as war preparation. However, in the end, the city hall collapsed with the eighth collapse. The government was in urgent need of material dispatch and 'returned' 200 million supplies. Then, on the pretext of strengthening combat preparedness to prevent the secondary collapse caused by Herrscher, another 200 million supplies were converted into combat readiness supplies. In the end, each person could only It’s your fault to receive half of the original supplies!”

"I……"

"But how come we heard that only 15,000 supplies were actually returned to the coalition government, 50 million supplies went into your private pocket, and only a quarter of the 200 million supplies actually entered the warehouse. The remaining 50 million copies went into your private pocket, and the other 100 million copies were divided up by others? "

"This...this..."

What Stanfa said was indeed true, and Michael didn't know how to explain it.

He can say that the Third New Paradise City only deducted 50%, which is already very good compared to other cities' 60%, or even 70% or 80%. He wished he could catch all the rats. The people of Third New Paradise City could still survive hungry with half of the rationed D-class supplies. Moreover, he also reported disaster permission to the headquarters and lowered the production requirements so that everyone could Eat less and work less.

But what's the use of saying all this? The only difference between killing one person and killing ten people is that the former will suffer the revenge of one family, while the latter will suffer the revenge of ten families.

And if we apologize to the victim's family and make some compensation to them, can we gain their understanding? Obviously impossible.

He can also say that he did receive kickbacks for 100 million supplies, but in the end he realized his conscience and donated 80 million of them for free, maybe even saving many people's lives!

Besides, he himself took almost no money from the remaining 20 million supplies. Part of it was given to his staff as rewards (except for Levi's arrogant kid), and some became the "social and operating expenses" of the city hall. The proportion of these expenses is approximately equivalent to 10 million supplies, which is also That's half of the total amount, and the remaining half is to support the entire family.

But it was useless to say that. The donations were all done anonymously. He could not provide any evidence to prove that he had done this. The only witness was Levi, but he was not here.

Moreover, he did eat 20 million servings of supplies, no matter how he used them, this is an undisputed fact.

The invisible flame rose again. Mikael closed his eyes and whispered three words:

"Hopeless."

Mei's eyes squinted. When Mikael said there was no hope, in what sense did he mean it, and for what purpose?

She had no time to think, because the next moment, the crowd completely erupted.

The crowd's shouts were chaotic and noisy, but their movements were rare and they pushed forward in unison. Their bodies touched the explosion-proof shield, and a dull echo was heard.

People on both sides of the intersection also began to charge, pushing the armored vehicles used by the military and police to block the road with both hands.

At first, due to lack of coordination, everyone's efforts could not be directed in one place, and could only cause these armored vehicles to shake slightly.

But humans themselves are also social animals. At such a critical juncture, the first person shouted a slogan at the beginning, and the rest followed his lead, and the armored vehicle quickly started moving.

The temporary fortifications made by the military and police finally came into use. They piled barbed wire, broken wood blocks, and wooden spikes behind the armored vehicle, and then poured in the cement made on site to create a simple anti-tank fortification.

Of course, the cement could not dry and harden in such a short period of time, but this had a better effect - the armored vehicle was pushed back by the crowd and suddenly sank into the wet and sticky cement, and the wheels were quickly covered by the barbed wire. and the sharp wooden thorns pierced it, and then no matter how hard the crowd tried, they could not push it forward any further.

The superior man climbed onto the roof of the car by stepping on his companion's shoulders, and was soon stabbed down with a long bamboo pole by the military police below.

There is also a remote-controlled machine gun on the roof of the armored vehicle. Under the control of the military police, it keeps shaking its head and pointing at an active member in the crowd.

There is no doubt that the cold muzzle of the black hole suddenly made many people whose blood was rushing to wake up, and the pressure at the intersection suddenly eased.

The military police on the front looked a lot cowardly. They did not receive any orders, and they did not take any independent actions. They just lowered their bodies, covered their bodies with shields, and allowed the angry crowd to use their hands, feet, and even... He hit his head against the explosion shield.

The person in the back row put the shield of his left hand horizontally to cover the left side of the person in the front row. He made a fist with his right hand and grasped the armed belt on the shoulder and back of the person in the front row. But even so, under the impact of the sea of ​​people several times thicker, the entire The array continued to retreat, and in the end the entire line sank into the middle.

And as the straight line collapsed into a crescent moon, the distance between the left and right soldiers also widened, and the entire line was about to break and then be scattered.

But the military police captain still did not give any instructions, but hesitantly looked between Mikael, May and Michael.

"Mikael, why don't you take action?"

Mikael pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Purple arcs of electricity lingered on his fingertips. His eyes did not look at the crowd, nor at the precarious defense line of the military and police in front of him, but fell on the remote control on the roof of the armored vehicle. On the machine gun.

After all, once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.