The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Hey! Have you heard? That Second Herrscher always talks about Guinevere to everyone in the base."

"Is it that mysterious? No one else was present except Kiana at the time. Who knows whether the real situation is what she said."

"It's hard to say. After all, this is the only way to explain why the plague gem returned to Kiana's hands in the end - it couldn't be that the Herrscher was stupid and gave the core to Kiana, right?"

"Well, and Kiana only mentioned Guinevere, not Wendy. Logically speaking, she has a good relationship with these two people. If she really helps her friends to absolve themselves of guilt, they can be included in it. ”

"So, that guy really saved the world? Don't be too outrageous... In the past, she was obviously an ordinary girl. If I remember correctly, did the people in your Salt Lake City base exclude her? "

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it. Who let her get so close to Lady Bronya and Kiana? Whether it's to avoid suspicion or simply fear, everyone always stays away from them, just that girl He sticks to them every day, so everyone thinks that this person is probably trying to curry favor with Lady Bronya, and even risking his life for this, he actually dares to get so close to the Second Herrscher... At that time, no one would have thought that , Kiana can completely control the power of the Herrscher. In short, due to various factors, everyone seems to have tacitly rejected her overnight. "

Early in the morning, inside the door of the men's restroom on the third floor of the administrative area of ​​the Anti-Entropy Sacramento base, several male employees were puffing away and chatting together.

At this moment, slow footsteps suddenly came from outside the toilet, and several people subconsciously stopped silent, and then they saw a very handsome man who could tell at a glance that he was a man of literary and military skills walked in.

The man had short purple hair. The hair on his temples and the back of his head was as sharp as a knife. Only the hair in front of his forehead was much longer. It was combed towards the back and right, but then suddenly bent forward after reaching the top. hang down.

Therefore, in addition to being handsome, this hairstyle adds a bit of frivolity to the man out of thin air.

If I had to describe it, it would be - a man with such a mess of hair must know the distribution of bars and nightclubs in his city.

But this frivolity was offset by the man's gloomy expression... Looking at him like that, he seemed to have been treated badly, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

The sudden encounter stunned both parties. The cigarettes held in the mouths of the men gathered together burned faster. The man who came in glanced at the familiar faces and then at the few beside the wall. After a while, I finally walked to the far end where I would be least disturbed.

The men who were chatting looked at each other, and they were obviously no strangers to the purple-haired man. One of them cleared his throat, and the others immediately understood and resumed the topic that should not have been continued in front of irrelevant people——

"Having said that, it's really a pity. I joined Anti-Entropy a month earlier than Guinevere, and we knew each other during the battle at the Destiny Headquarters. At that time, she was a little fat, not tall, and her bangs were very She is very thick and always walks with her head down, making it difficult for people to see her face. Who would have thought that she would become so beautiful all of a sudden after practicing with Lady Kiana and Bronya for a few months. ? Oh, if I had known I would have confessed to her in advance. This kind of girl who originally had poor looks tends to have low self-esteem. Even if she becomes beautiful, she will not realize her changes in a short period of time. She is the type that is best to pursue. What a pity……"

"What a pity. I remembered it when you mentioned this. Didn't we have someone who slept with her? Don't you think so, Lancelot?"

Feeling several looks from behind, Xili Li's voice was immediately interrupted.

Even without looking back, you can still feel the teasing in those eyes.

Once upon a time... just a few days ago to be precise, these people's eyes were full of envy when they listened to his bragging.

But in just a few days, everything changed.

Lancelot clenched his back molars, zipped up his trousers, turned around slowly, ignored the men, and just walked out of the toilet without saying a word.

"Don't go, Lancelot, tell us more about your heroic experiences!"

"roll."

He directly hit the person blocking the door with his shoulder, and then left here as quickly as possible.

There were unsuppressed sneers from behind. He lowered his head lower and deliberately made his footsteps extremely loud to suppress the gloating laughter.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn! Why did things turn out like this!"

Turning a corner, the purple-haired man punched the wall, but the next second, he turned around again, pressed his back against the cold metal wall, then held his trembling left fist, and the corners of his mouth twitched. .

He still doesn't know what happened. It's obvious that Guinevere is just an ordinary girl with some beauty. Looking at her soft and frail look, she is not someone who will take revenge.

It doesn't matter even if the Second Herrscher and Bronya know about it. This is at most a lifestyle issue. Besides, Lancelot is sure that they will not be so irrational in spreading such things. After all, it is only theirs who are corrupted. reputation as a friend.

As for retaliation by force? How is that possible?

Unlike at least half of the idiots in the Salt Lake City base, he could clearly see that whether it was Kiana, Bronya or that Xi'er, they were all gentle people with a sense of justice.

He most likes "violence" to be in the hands of this kind of person. After all, the more such a person pays attention to order, the more order-oriented it is, and it is impossible to lynching him beyond the rules and regulations, so whether it is Kiana or Bu Ronya, their powerful power does not need to be feared in the hearts of men.

But now... I don't know whether I should say that the situation has changed, or that he has made a mistake.

In the two days after the tenth Honken was completely declared over, he had met Kiana and Bronya numerous times in the base to inquire about Guinevere.

This is not the most important thing - he heard that due to Kiana's unremitting persistence, the Anti-Entropy senior management seemed to be prepared to adopt her statement in the file, that is to say... even though there was only the only witness, from now on, that Girls are anti-entropy heroes.

In this way, if it comes to light that he has bullied heroes, even if in principle it is just a matter of style and you are willing to do so, the senior management will definitely deal with the matter seriously and even define it as rape. It's not impossible, after all, the hero's reputation needs to be maintained posthumously.

He himself was also stupid. He could actually show off such a thing to his best friend... Looking at the current situation, his best friend must not have kept his mouth shut. At least those acquaintances knew about it, but Kia Na and the others haven't come to him yet, which shows that the scope of the spread is not particularly wide.

But this was only temporary, and paper could not cover the fire. The purple-haired man understood that this time... he would probably have to run away.

He took out the last pay slip from his pocket, his eyes lingered on the number that would definitely make most people in the world feel envious for a while, and then he stuffed the small piece of paper back into his pocket.

Must leave - must leave now, immediately, immediately.

I don't plan to take away the things in the dormitory. Every second I stay in this base is dangerous. And as long as they leave here and leave America, Kiana and the others need to bear the responsibility of saving the world, and they should not have the time to find him.

When the time comes, he can change his hairstyle, dye his hair, and grow a beard to start a new life. The remuneration he has received from working in Anti-Entropy in the past few years is quite rich, enough to buy a two-bedroom apartment in any first-tier city in the world. If he moved to a smaller place and lived frugally, it would be enough to live like this for the rest of his life. Anyway, he had no desire to start a family with anyone.

It's a pity... The reward for counter-entropy is really generous. If there wasn't such a thing...

Now is not the time to say this. The reason why he didn't take any action in the past two days is that he couldn't bear the money. But if he doesn't leave now, it won't be a question of money.

The man started to move again, left the administration building, quickly crossed the square, showed his resignation certificate to the guard mecha at the sentry station at the gate, canceled his ID card, and was briefly searched by the sentry to confirm that he had not brought out any suspicious items. He successfully left the Sacramento base.

There was only a wallet and a mobile phone in his pocket, but that was enough. He even began to rejoice that the Salt Lake City base was destroyed. If he were in that underground base, all the procedures, regulations, and processes would be relatively cumbersome and might drag on for a whole day. Finally, he would be escorted out by a dedicated person. Seeing that he had taken nothing with him, You might even feel suspicious and report it.

The only flaw of the Sacramento base compared to the Salt Lake City base is that it is further away from the urban airport. Fortunately, the purple-haired man had already made a plan. He paid double the price in advance to book a taxi. Wait for him two streets outside the door of the Anti-Entropy Base.

He jogged, found the car according to the corresponding license plate number, opened the back seat door and jumped in - he really didn't dare to stay in this place for a second!

"Master, I placed an order last night. Please hurry up when we get to the airport."

"okay."

The driver pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, but the action of starting the car was not as quick as the response, but slowly and leisurely, which made Lancelot anxious for a while.

"Master, can you hurry up? I have to catch my flight!"

Lancelot pushed the backrest of the front seat with his hands and put his head next to the driver to urge him.

"Um……"

However, the driver's movements were still leisurely, and even the response sounded a bit like he was still asleep.

Lancelot wasn't particularly anxious at first, but the driver's attitude really annoyed him.

He looked the driver up and down. His short silver-gray hair reminded him of Bronya, and he became anxious.

Fortunately, judging from the skin condition, he should be a young man who has just started working. This kind of child is easier to intimidate——

"No...Master, what are you doing! If you are so careful, I will complain to you!"

"Whatever you want."

What he didn't expect was that the young driver shook his head indifferently, but quickly added another question:

"When does your flight leave?"

"Ten past ten."

The two men's eyes fell on the display screen in the car in unison.

【7:59】

Wow - it's eight o'clock.

"I'm afraid it's too late. It's the morning rush hour in the city at this time. No matter how fast I move now, I won't be able to give you enough time to go through the security check and check in."

"Tsk! You don't need to worry about this, master, you just drive your car - you are a driver, do you understand? You are a driver, you just need to drive your car! You don't need to worry about the rest!!"

"You can't just ignore it. You passengers always say this when you say it. If we don't catch the flight in the end, who knows whether you will give a bad review?"

The young driver shook his head smoothly, and then said:

"Well, I've thought of a way - I'll take you from here along Highway 5 to the subway station in District 3 of the city center. The traffic volume and the flow of people there during the morning peak are relatively small. If you take the subway, you should be able to arrive in time. Get to the airport before half past nine.”

"Then... let's do it... how to calculate the amount of the previous reservation? I'll recalculate it on the meter, so I won't take advantage of you."

"That's good, then so be it."

Lancelot leaned on the back seat with relief and breathed a sigh of relief.

…………

"No - didn't you say there won't be traffic here?"

"I don't know. This is just an ordinary neighborhood with very few traffic jams. It can only be said that we are unlucky."

Looking out the window at the pedestrians and bicycles passing by on the roadside, Lancelot's face was almost the same color as his hair.

After waiting at an intersection for almost ten minutes, every minute and a half, the car would move forward a distance of three to four meters. The visual effect brought by this distance was not as good as a normal step, which made Lancelot anxious. He could only vent his dissatisfaction by slapping the car window.

"Mr. Passenger, you need to pay compensation for damaging the vehicle, and because you need to determine the damage and determine the amount of compensation, you need to stay here for a longer time. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"you--"

In the rearview mirror, Lancelot saw the young driver pouting and pointing to the sign on the roadside.

"Sir, getting angry won't solve any problem. If you're in a hurry, I suggest you get off the train here. It's only two hundred meters away from the subway station. You can walk there in less than ten minutes. Stay here for another ten minutes. Maybe we can’t move to the intersection.”

Lancelot looked at the sign that marked 200 meters away from the subway station, took two deep breaths, took out two hundred dollars from his wallet and threw it on the passenger seat.

"Keep the change, please--"

Before the words left his mouth, he opened the car door, grabbed his wallet and rushed out.

"What a bad luck! How could it be so unlucky!"

The man stepped hard on the ground as he walked, although this did nothing but make the soles of his feet more painful.

When you are unlucky, bad things always pile up together and become overwhelming.

He thought the pedestrians on the roadside were walking faster, but he didn't expect that being bumped around in the crowd actually made him a little angry.

Just when he was about to say that people don't have eyesight when walking, they were knocked into a deserted alley by a few children who stumbled over.

"Huh?"

The alley was barely big enough for two people to walk side by side, with five or six-story apartment buildings on both sides, but for some reason, no one set foot in it except him.

"Zhizhi——"

The man lowered his head and glanced at the mouse running into the darkness on his shiny leather shoes. Then he felt the inexplicably sticky ground under his feet, and instantly felt that it was natural that no one was walking in this alley.

I checked the map on my mobile phone and found that I could reach the street in front of me by going out of this alley, saving nearly 30 meters compared to the original distance.

So, Lancelot took a step forward resolutely.

"Zhizhi——"

In an instant, the chaotic roar of the engine, the sound of horns that sounded like waves, and the noise and footsteps of pedestrians all disappeared at this moment.

All that could be heard was the sound of countless rats crawling across the ground.

What he stepped on was no longer the ground, but a sea of ​​countless rats. Just looking at that scene made people feel sick, and Lancelot's legs were so weak that he couldn't even turn around or retreat.

Because the rats not only blocked his way out and retreat, but also climbed on top of each other in front of him to form the outline of a person.

Then, as the outline became clear, the facial features gradually emerged.

Lancelot's eyes almost popped out of their sockets——

There was no mistaking the woman in front of him, even if her hair color turned orange and her two braids merged into one, he would never admit her mistake...

"grid--"

He raised his right hand and after uttering only one syllable, the man fell to the ground.

The rats came like a sea wave and dispersed like a sea wave, leaving only a male corpse on the ground with his right hand neatly chopped off and a huge hollow in his chest.

…………

"Huh...warm-up completed. Hello, I just ordered coffee on the 24th."

"Let me take a look...Oh, it's ready. Madam, are you here to drink?"

"No, no, I'm in a hurry, just give it to me."

Taking the warm coffee, the woman took an elegant sip, then raised her left hand to lift her orange-red braid, and prepared to leave.

She didn't seem to want to pay, but neither the customers in line nor the waiter seemed to have a problem with that.

The scene was very peaceful for a while, until a male voice sounded:

"I'll pay for this lady's coffee."

Ignoring the surprise on the waiter's face, a silver-haired man seemed to appear out of thin air and placed the money for a cup of coffee and a hefty tip on the cashier.

When the woman who had already stepped out of the store heard the voice, her originally confident and elegant smile froze on her face. Her head turned behind her like a puppet, and then she saw the unfamiliar figure.

"Let's go."

The man seemed unaware that he was not welcome. He walked up to the woman with his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows.

The two walked out of the coffee shop in silence, and the people behind them seemed to have forgotten what happened before, and no one looked towards the door.

The two of them didn't go far and were standing by the road.

Everything coming and going, whether pedestrians or vehicles, rats on the ground, or sparrows in the sky, is getting faster and faster silently, and the light and shadow are getting blurry. The colors of the traffic lights are particularly conspicuous, but they are as clear as ever. , just myself and the man around me.

No, he is not human.

"I never thought that after everything is over, I can see the Lord God again."

Mikael slowly turned his head and met the girl's dark eyes.

The next moment, circles of golden light lit up in her eyes, but what she responded to was a sneer:

"Why, is this confusing? Do you still think that power is effective on me?"

"Just give it a try. If the Herrscher's power doesn't work on you, the world will be too desperate."

The girl closed her sore eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes turned dark again.

"So, in response to me stealing the power of the Tenth Herrscher, is the god going to execute me here?"

"There's no need to say that. I just have a question to ask you. Should I let you live? It also depends on this question."

"..."

"Guinevere, what do you think the power that has now fallen into your hands means? What do you want to do with this power?"

"Is this a problem..."

The girl lowered her head and thought, and soon gave the answer:

"Obviously there are two questions, but I only think of one answer - live and live better. That's all. With this power, I can live more freely and don't need to eat snacks. I have so many body issues to consider and I don’t have to expect praise from others anytime and anywhere. I can live whatever life I want.”

"Not including saving the world?"

"It depends on the situation. I think Kiana and the others are far stronger than me, but...if they can't do it, even if they know that I can't do anything, I can do my best. Although I still hate it. Human beings, but if this world is destroyed, I won’t be able to live well.”

"Hmm...but no matter what, it's bad behavior to drink coffee without paying."

"ah--"

Guinevere didn't expect the man's thinking to be so out of the ordinary. She responded briefly, and then waved her hand tiredly:

"I know, next time try to control some people who are rich and unkind, take money from them and then spend it, is that okay? After all, you, a god who wants to destroy the world, would actually care about this kind of thing... No, You never wanted to destroy this world, but quite the opposite, my lord?"

"..."

The silent person changed from Guinevere to Michael.

"But why? Since you just asked me a question, can you allow me to ask one too?"

"explain."

"Why do the gods want to save this world? Human beings are obviously such disgusting and dark creatures. Even the reason why I chose to help Kiana in the end was not because of any good things. It was just that the fear of death defeated the deepest feelings in my heart. It’s just hatred... Do gods love humans? Humans have as many shortcomings as the stars but as few advantages as the sun. Are such humans really worthy of being loved and saved? "

"I have no idea."

Without any hesitation, Mikael gave the answer.

Guinevere parted her lips in surprise, and then heard the next sentence——

"Although it is a bit too romantic, if it were her, she would definitely answer like this: [But when the sun comes up, all the stars are gone]"

Shocked, incredible, incomprehensible, incomprehensible...but mixed with a little relief and happiness.

"boring."

Guinevere turned her head away, held the coffee and left.

Mikael couldn't see her expression, but only heard the words she left:

"You are not a god at all. You are just a human being." (End of Chapter)