Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Not quite right. ▲▲●●★, --`

Further warning around, Roland clenched the reins.

This is not an instinct or intuition. The intelligence is obtained through the five senses, analyzed and sorted out, and the conclusion drawn after thinking.

Blowing up bridges and blocking roads are common methods used in urban combat. The defense forces invested in this coup were quite limited, and they could only do so in order to reduce the line of defense and connect the occupied areas as much as possible. Even so, the strength is still not enough.

In the past, it was able to break through several blockades, completely because of the lack of troops and related facilities. It is not at all surprising that an enemy force lacking sufficient thickness and firepower has been surpassed by an enemy force who is highly motivated and familiar with the environment and the opponent's combat mode.

but--

Without a sniper's cold gun, no mines, even armored vehicles can't be justified without seeing it.

Anxious to retreat so that it is too late to arrange?

impossible.

The intelligence monitoring capability of the IDF can update the information in real time and the command mechanism that is ready for emergency. From the start of the Gorem maid, it should have noticed the changes here and started to adjust the deployment. No matter how in a hurry, laying mines and ied is no problem.

The reason is not to do that. Are you ready to gather troops and prepare a surprise ahead?

Or did you deliberately induce yourself to think this way, so that you can stand your feet?

Neither assumption is true.

Li Lin, who values ​​rationality and puts efficiency first, will never do this kind of behavior.

The coup and the occupation of Lüdes are only a guise. The real purpose is to take this opportunity to push the radical crown prince to power and lure Charlemagne to fight against the elf camp in isolation.

The focus is not on occupation, but on "delaying time." Continue the chaos until Prince Wang's army appears.

In this case, there is no need to mobilize troops to counterattack or suspicion. The combination of mines, snipers, and machine gun groups is more effective and more reliable.

If Li Lin directed the scene, he would definitely do so.

This is not the case. The situation encountered along the way seems to be constantly inducing himself to go to the Place de la Concorde, without concealing the intention of "there are traps ahead".

It's not easy to say how good this warrior is as a strategist. The childishness and paranoia of "the strawberry on the cake and the fried chicken nuggets in the set meal must be kept until the end" is indeed a master level.

Suddenly Roland tugged the reins and the unicorn stood up. The impact of the shoe's landing caused the street lamp to tremble.

For the first time since the coup, Roland showed a surprised expression.

There was still a distance, and it wasn't clear. The boiling wailing and call sign passed first. After a while, countless figures ran towards this side.

It was a miserable scene. At the forefront were the strong men, who were desperately running, their eyes red and pale. There are meaningless syllables in the mouth with white foam, like a frightened herd. A little behind you can see some women holding their children. The mothers are stumbling and crying in the crowd. Occasionally, some people fall to the ground and no one is supporting them. They just bypass, cross, and even step on with the fastest speed. After the desperate crying and thin body, he only wanted to escape as far as possible.

Everyone can see that these people have completely lost their dignity, just running with the support of survival instincts. If the road is not wide enough, the number of people is still limited, I am afraid that countless people have died from trampling and congestion.

Trample

Congestion

Rushing crowd

Roland clenched his teeth desperately, he had already seen what the guy who set up the situation wanted to do.

simple. Effective and malicious battles-

What made him even more angry was that he couldn't do anything about it.

"Master Knight? Are you an adult Knight?"

A pair of hands covered with mud and blood stained the cloak, and the woman with scattered hair was crying and shouting.

"My daughter and I are separated! She is only 1o years old and she is still in the park! I don't know if she is crying, please, please..."

Scattered words impacted Roland's heart, barely soothing a few words, bowing his head and instigating the unicorn to rush towards Concorde Square.

The mother's anxiety and sorrow, he really had to feel it, but this was only one hundred thousandth of the countless tragedies of the whole Rudes.

How many families were killed this night. How many people have lost their loved ones and how many have humiliated endings. The numbers and lists cannot be stated at all.

How can that kind of sorrow be destroyed with just a few perfunctory words?

To be honest, even the most optimistic point of view to infer. The chance of a child separated from his parents surviving independently is also desperately low.

It is impossible for a hero to happen by accident. Fortunately, it does not care for everyone.

but……

Roland couldn't help but pray, praying to every **** he knew.

I hope someone will bring up the courage to lend a helping hand to the lonely and helpless child.

Not relying on heroes that happen to happen.

It just happened to be...an ordinary person.

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Throughout the ages, there have been countless ways to prevent the enemy from advancing.

Set up positions to block frontally;

Bury traps and ambush;

Demolition of the bridge and destruction of the road. Scorched earth meets the enemy;

Lengthen the front and destroy logistics;

Among many methods, in addition to the nbc weapon, there is still a way to stop the enemy's actions in a very short time, and even make it unable to break into the army.

That is to drive out the people and to strike opponents with crowds.

A proletarian revolutionary mentor once said: "Quantity is also a quality." In most cases, this simple philosophy applies. When the bison ran wild, the lion could only avoid it. When the army ants marched in a queue, the beasts had to retreat. When thousands of frightened crowds roared, well-trained professional soldiers could only choose between "escape" and "stomped to death".

"What are you going to do?"

Putting down the teacup, Volgrevo gazed happily at the crowd in the picture.

To put it bluntly, humans are just animals.

Animals who can think, speak, use tools, and walk on two legs.

Concepts such as law, morality, and dignity are not the crystallization of civilization, but rather the product of wealth. Once forced to a dead end, no one can care about those illusory things. It's not shrinking together, shaking in a hug. Even loved ones can't take care of them, and do their best to escape danger.

"Although it's all soft feet shrimp that panicked God, I only care about the fools that I escaped. There are nearly tens of thousands of them. Anyway, cutting down one or two or dissuading three or four-it won't do anything at all. Then, you Don’t you want to throw a sword at the lovely people? Anyway. You are a friend of justice."

Not "justice" but "friends". That is, "the person who possesses the qualities of justice" and "the person who agrees with the right reason".

The premise of using this title is that “justice” exists in plural, in other words, the hero who saves the people = the friend of justice. Then the people are where justice is.

This unwritten rule is about to stand in front of Roland. It is to step over the bodies of the citizens in front of them. Seek death to them? Or was the blinded crowd stepping into the meat sauce and losing the chance to save more people?

If they are utilitarian or extremist, they will answer: "For the sake of righteousness, you have to make a choice and sacrifice some people", "Every life is irreplaceable, the value of life cannot be calculated, but the number of lives Can be calculated." As long as the intelligence is handled properly, the public will eventually acquiesce in these arguments. After all, as long as you are not on the side of being abandoned or sacrificed, most people will always be cleverly silent.

How would Roland choose? Regardless of which side he chooses, it means that he failed at the idea level-he denies his idea by action.

"The most delicious food in the world. There is nothing better than to admire the crushed bones of the self-proclaimed people under the cruel reality and destiny. The virtue, beliefs, hopes are rejected by the public, and the scenery trampled on by the public is better than a century-old wine."

Raising the crystal glass, Walgrevo sneered.

The red wine of 3oo was about to touch his lips, and Walgrevo's expression froze.

what happened? Those guys.

In the picture, the half-blooded girl is using a cavalry knife to split open the enemy soldiers. A nurse and a little girl who looks less than 1o are helping her stop bleeding and treat the wound.

Beside them, there are people fighting with swords;

Behind them, the people helped each other and struggled to build a new line of defense.

"It's really troublesome... I die happily when I'm damned, and human beings are really not enough."

If you leave it alone, you will still die. People who have lost their encouragement and hope will still act as expected.

But then it was too late.

The sniper can no longer be forced to shoot. Excessive interference will lead to dissatisfaction, forcing them to shoot nurses and unarmed children will violate the bottom line. In case anyone reports to the superior, things will become very troublesome.

"No way... I'll take out the firefly-like light of hope."

Finished. Walgrevo closed his left eye.

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You can feel the throat and lung lobes burning with every breath;

Every time I swing the knife, I experience the pain of being torn apart;

Whether he still holds the double swords in his hand, it is impossible to determine if he does not need to look at it with his eyes.

Suddenly hurt by despair is constantly eroding her spirit. Several times I felt that consciousness seemed to fly along the tip of the knife, and every time I couldn’t help but want to pass out of this illusion and escape from the pain and fatigue.

The reason why there is no interruption of consciousness is that Rosetta knows clearly. The moment of escape, failure is established.

In the face of the enemies who are constantly killing them, it is unknown how much it is to continue and how long it can persist. To put it bluntly, the so-called meaning may not exist from the beginning. Perhaps his own behavior is simply a dying struggle.

"...Miss nurse, please escape as soon as possible."

"Don't talk stupid! How could there be a nurse who dropped the patient and ran away on his own!"

Matilda, who just got the nurse, drunk it, as if insulted. Just before Rosetta opened her mouth, she turned her face and asked the **** the side.

"I hope you can help save this big sister, just do what I said just now."

The girl nodded cleverly and turned to flip the medicine chest. Matilda leaned her face against Rosetta's ear.

"I don't know if you can really be saved."

There was a tremor in the voice that suppressed emotions as much as possible, and the indelible guilt burned the chest and eyes.

"Seriously... the three of us, and whether all of us can leave here alive, are questions."

Gunfire, screams, and laughter were everywhere, and the line of defense was already at stake, or in a state of collapse.

Several Titans have rushed into the Tuileries Garden, ranging in size from squadron to squadron. After the desperate resistance of the citizens, the gap in the line of defense was finally closed.

Everyone knows that it is impossible to repeat miracles next time.

Injured swordsman. The girl who separated from her mother, the nurse who was helpless-wanted to survive in this terror vortex, I am afraid that only the mother **** came to perform miracles.

"Now we are trying to organize the transfer of citizens and medicines through the sewers. If we can't keep it here. Medicines or citizens, they will...want to be wasted like this, it's better to use it for you now. This is me Judgment."

After stubbornly speaking, Matilda barely cried.

As a nurse. She has been prepared for the thoughts of delivering death messages to her patients, and has done so more than once. So I have been blamed, begged, and scolded. She thought that this time she could bear the past silently as before.

Not at all.

Tell a seriously injured person who had a chance to survive: "In order to save more people, please continue to fight." Give her a drug that forgets her pain, and let her fight to death—

This is a nurse who is determined to cure and save lives. No, is this what I should do as a person? Is this an act that can be forgiven?

The answer is no, and there is no room for excuse.

Even if the status quo is serious, even if someone justifies her afterwards. Even if no one scolded her for this; Matilda could not rationalize what she was doing.

and so--

(Please resent me, spurn me, curse me, if this will make you feel better--!)

"thank you."

The conscious Matilda never thought that Rosetta would say such a sentence. I was unable to understand the meaning of this sentence for a while and was speechless.

"Me, it's awkward."

Rosetta opened a military thorn from the side, and smiled embarrassedly.

A newcomer who does nothing well and always rushes over the head; a rookie who is often educated by the veterans on the rules of the workplace and who needs to rely on others to survive on the battlefield.

My favorite words are...

I used to like words...

……once?

Don't deceive yourself.

Even now, it is still my favorite.

As long as there is a breath. You must shout out--

"I am the third-class Rosetta military officer of the Canghua Knights! My favorite word is-justice (justibsp; no shadow, no pretentious, clear cry shouted through the battlefield.

Thank you for letting me wield a sword, and thank you for letting me shout this sentence.

He turned his face contentedly. Rosetta froze when she wanted to thank her.

Matilda, holding the syringe, knelt to the ground in surprise, and the little girl looked at her chest in horror. There, a knife tip pierced through the clothes and exposed, and a mass of blood red quickly expanded on the white cloth.

"When you die, you die. Why do you humans don't understand such a simple thing? Squeaky crooked death doesn't hold on. Don't you find it ugly?"

An officer from Titans stood behind Matilda with his eyebrows raised, his hand holding the knife a little harder.

His tone of speech was like criticizing the mistakes of lunch or composition. He was critical and mean, and he could not feel the sorrow and urgency of the scene before him. Probably for him, Rosetta's struggle, Matilda's decision is only such a thing.

This man does not seem to lose his mind, and his actions are well organized. But this man...

"Heroes, justice, don't you use this stale word to blush? You have to get to this point, you should also understand that there is no justice in this world. This is a world of weak meat and strong food. After all, the strong live and the weak die. It’s good for the weak to die, and the guys who protect the weak are all dead."

Rosetta even felt a chill.

Obviously it seems to be able to speak, but there is no resonance. Speaking the same language clearly, the man in front of him seems to be farther away than animals or insects.

"You guy...!"

"By the way, you're also annoying."

Rosetta was about to raise her hand. The long knife piercing Matilda's chest had penetrated the shoulder blade, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a scream.

"Protection? Justice? You soft shrimps?"

Even the sharp questions of the cavalry knife were thrown over, and if they wanted to think well, they couldn't do it at all. Not only because of pain, but more importantly-

"Ah, did you save those guys?"

No.

Obviously fighting hard, obviously betting on his life and struggling, still watching someone killed in front of his own eyes.

"If it stays strong, can those weak chickens survive later?"

There is no guarantee, but it is overwhelmingly likely to be overwhelming.

"This is the result. None of you can protect, neither can others, nor yourself. It is doomed from the beginning. You will become the food of Titans, killed, eaten, and excreted into feces. Only then Only."

The arrogant voice, even with a trance after rhyme. Even if you plug your ears. It will still erode the spirit like water penetrates the paper.

"Honestly admit it, there is nothing you can do anymore. Obediently accept the ending!"

Officer Titans-the boarding house that contained the spirit of Walgrevo laughed and pulled out his saber. Rosetta's clasped double swords fell from her hands, her body slumped down, and her blood penetrated into the cold ground.

"Ah..."

Tears slipped from his cheeks, leaving a hot tingling pain, and a silent sorrow in his mouth.

In the end... why?

Why it came out like this? Everything is deprived, and the mind and body are completely trampled on. So far, the way of survival following the right path and implementing justice has been completely denied. Ushering in the end is the most humiliating.

why?

Why should justice be mocked?

Why did salvation never come?

"Uh huh? It's finally quiet? Well, for the sake of finally learning to give up, give you pleasure. Before then--"

The greasy smile turned around, aiming at the trembling girl, not knowing how to be a good girl.

"Little girl, what about your family? Break up? All dead? That's really pitiful."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped off the blood stains on the blade of the knife, and the tone of the voice was chilling.

"It's boring to live alone. Don't worry, it will free you and reunite with your family—"

Cavalry knives held high above, the next moment will become a fatal split.

If a few minutes ago, Rosetta would rush up desperately. But now...

No hero

No justice

No dignity

Everyone can meet. Only the ending called "death".

(In this way, the child can be relieved.)

In the empty heart, a depressed mutter echoed.

"You said she... is very poor...?"

An angry gasp inserted, and Volgrevo and Rosetta couldn't help looking at the source of sound-Matilda struggling to get up from the ground.

The nurse clothes were saturated with blood. It also keeps flowing out from between the fingers. It might be that the cavalry knife stabbed a little, avoiding the heart and aorta, and Matilda survived. Judging from the amount of bleeding, if you don't deal with it, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it for long.

Huh--hah--

Huh--hah--

The dying breath moved a little, and the nurse grabbed the nurse's cap from the ground. Put the hat full of blood and dust on his head.

"At the nurse school... I taught at the beginning... I can't sympathize even if I have to take care! I can't sympathize even if I sympathize! I can't even say ``what pitiful... such words!"

No matter how hard you try to block someone who is trying to get out of trouble, it will only become "a really poor life."

If the determination to live a good life for the rest of your life is completely defeated, no matter how positive and positive, it will become "it is a pitiful end."

This is something you should never do as a nurse...as a person.

"Others...the lives of others...no need for you...come...score..."

Facing the saber and cold eyes, the blood-stained arm forced the girl into his arms, and Matilda defended the dignity of herself and the girl without fear.

Even if it is death, some things cannot be taken away.

"Listen...Okay, maybe in the future, many people will feel that you are "very pitiful...but! But...only you...can express your own life!"

After trying my best to finish, the body that can no longer support slipped to the ground.

"Done talking? That's all? Say more."

The sneer became darker and darker, and the gloomy eyes fixed on the female nurse.

"Until death, what else can you say? Beautiful words? Regret? Sorrow? Howling? But it's just a district. District. People. Class... Really a group of poor guys!!!"

The long knife slammed down.

This is undoubtedly the most satisfying moment for Volgrevo.

Ravages, taunts, and despises those who pretend to be honest and upright, devalue their way of life, drink sorrowful tears, breathe roars and howls. Thoroughly deny the old idea of ​​"justice".

"Which--"

Walgrevo's smile suddenly twisted.

He was supposed to be robbed of all his strength, and his faith was broken, and soon Rosetta, who had died due to heavy bleeding, jumped up and pressed on Matilda and the girl. With his body as a shield, he blocked the cavalry sword.

"You **** it!"

"I'm... Rosetta third-class military officer of the Canghua Knights! How can I just watch... civilians were killed in front of me!"

"Then you die! Take your ideals and die!!!"

The long swords were hacked one after another, which was no longer a hack, but just a blind vent and abuse.

The meat is cut off. The bones were cut off, the internal organs were pierced, the consciousness gradually faded, and the pain gradually moved away, only the arm that protected others did not loosen.

(God... Almighty God... I beg you. Save this child and nurse, let this child... let people be...)

Rosetta twisted her last energy and prayed, a white in the **** field of vision suddenly enlarged, and when it was noticed, the white had covered the world.

More anxious than gusty wind, more intense than flame, whiter than silver, more dazzling than lightning.

Like a legendary scene flashing across Rosetta's line of sight, a white rose-like girl rushed in front of her eyes, and the giant sword swung from top to bottom cut the officer's chest.

The body was lifted up, the head resting on the warm arm. Looking up at the girl like a legendary knight, Rosetta opened her mouth.

"That... girl... nurse..."

"They are fine, thanks to you."

"Yes……"

There was a blood bubble in his mouth, and the hand he had been holding was finally released.

After letting go of my heart, my body became more relaxed and my sight became clearer. Rosetta looked carefully at the girl in front of her.

Light and soft golden long, dignified and beautiful facial features, ice-white smooth white skin, soft and beautiful face contours-said that it is the deep bosom of cardamom years, I am afraid no one will doubt it. Maybe she will be distressed and put her armor on the battlefield. Reach out to stop her.

But as long as the pair of clear blue eyes like the pure spring, facing the serious and gentle eyes will understand, she will not only imitate the knight, but carry someone who is on the battlefield.

(Perhaps... this person is worthy of trust.)

Rosetta took the girl's hand.

"...Ah...er...I have... tried my best..."...

Did not say a word. The blood bubbles in the mouth overflowed, almost blocking the trachea, and almost a single sentence almost squeezed out the strength.

The girl clasped Rosetta's hand tightly and nodded hard.

"Although I did my best... but it wasn't enough... it wasn't enough...I was a clumsy person...so many people were killed...for nothing..."

A comrade who couldn't reach out with his hand, and the people who were too late to get to his side, could not protect his nurse from being harmed at all. Obviously, they can save them only a little. But I can only watch... !

Feelings of powerlessness and unwillingness made tears blur the eyes, but there was a voice shouting in my heart.

(No...! I can't say "that thing". How painful it is to be entrusted to "that thing", I should be very clear!)

Please think about it-

Please help us--

Please dedicate yourself--

Please be-

Being so asked, so prayed, but still can't save people. Bearing the accusations and disappointments of others, he was even more severely condemned by his own conscience.

"That thing" is so harsh on living people.

The mouth is still talking.

"On my own... there is no way at all..."

(Absolutely not to say!!)

The voice in my heart rose to the extreme, and the last bit of effort turned into a crying commission.

"I beg you... please be a hero!!! Save the people... from this **** war!!"

Self-blame and remorse boiled together, and tears soaked the face and neck.

As a human being, Rosetta can no longer continue to shoulder the moment called "now", all she can do is to entrust this burden to others-never know, but can still bear the present, thinking Future people.

I can't insist on justice and ask others to execute justice... This is cowardly.

The girl swordsman who was ashamed of this closed her eyes and lowered her head deeply.

"I promise you."

Rosetta's head was raised again without a hazy answer. The first rays of the morning sun shone on the girl, making that solemn, strong, gentle smile look extremely divine and beautiful.

"I will be a hero, and I'm about to raise the banner of justice."

It seemed as if someone was shouting around, and the girl who didn't even know the name shouted anything. Rosetta has no energy to think and respond.

The girl swordsman smiled contentedly, closing her eyes slowly.

Roland lay silently, letting go of the girl who was as quiet as a sleep.

(If there are really so-called heroes, you are... you guys count.)

If the person who "dedicate" his life is a hero.

Come forward. The security knights who fought to protect the people;

Nurses running in the flames of war, ignoring danger and refusing to give up any one of the nurses;

Help each other, help each other, try to save oneself, and guide the evacuated people;

Everyone here is a hero who is not inferior to anyone else and does not lose to anyone.

However, in spite of this, others are required to be heroes.

(Right... this is probably the mechanism.)

Inhale hard to fill the lung lobes with air from the battlefield. Roland turned over and mounted a unicorn.

There were countless crazy troops in front of him, but he just glanced at the enemies that had come up with his cold eyes, waved his long sword to the enemies like clouds, and shouted:

"I'm Jean Dalke from Orleans! Titans' thieves, come if you're not afraid of death!!"

No longer resisting the false pseudonym and the female body, Roland, bathed in the rising sun, shouted a declaration of counterattack, and turned into a white flash of light into the tumbling clouds.

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—Gahhhhhhhhhhh!

The silent screams in his mouth were transferred into a part of the boarding body's heart, and were forcibly torn and disappeared.

It was like a torn pain.

"This is impossible! This is unscientific! Every human being... a group of soft-footed shrimps that should have lost their dignity! What the **** is going on!"

The hysterical roar shook the whole room, and the glass windows wailed with trembling. With a loud noise, the dining table was crushed with bones, exquisite tableware and gourmet food. The faint red wine reflected the greasy look of Walgrevo's anger.

He was mad.

One of the ultimate expressions of "arrogance" is to save yourself. Any objections will not be accepted. In other words, it is extreme egocentricity.

It is totally unacceptable for others to put their beaks on their feet. Once someone opposes or the situation deviates from their expectations, they must be eliminated, even at all costs.

"...I will never allow it."

Dangerous murmur echoed in the room. Suddenly rose to growl.

"I will never allow it! In that case, then smash you all! I can also dispatch mobile units and commandos to kill all the debris! All I do right must die! By the way! There is also a standby outside the city Train cannon! No matter the person or the dignity, all are flying! There is no **** left—"

"Don't be delusional."

A cold voice permeated Walgrevo, the madness instantly turned into cold sweat, and the body shuddered involuntarily.

"I'm not against engaging in small moves. Originally your Seven Original Sin was a work with serious personality defects. Honestly, it is a strange thing to be honest and safe. As long as you don't affect the task, don't deviate from the basic principles, you like to do it yourself. Things. If it deviates from this premise..."

"Your Excellency, I...!"

The time for the excuse was too late to say, and the neck was pinched by "something." The handprints appearing on the neck out of the air choked the sophistry, dragging Volgrevo away like a dead dog, pressing his head to the back, face up It was not the ceiling.

An impeccable and elegant smile was overlooking him.

"First, arguing at this time will only make you look very mentally handicapped; second, I have something to do, I am not peeping into the battlefield intelligence, and suddenly I feel,'Ah, how could my Roland be so cute', immediately Coming from thousands of miles away."

The crimson eyes pupils are cold enough to freeze the darkness, and the smile is pure and innocent, like a child playing with insects.

To the pale face of Upper Volgrevo's tongue, Li Lin said with a singing tone:

"The biggest problem with the Seven Original Sin is that some of your impulses are too strong, from time to time the purpose and means are confused, and even the original purpose is replaced. When it comes to the task, the result is self-approval as the highest priority. Specific to you In my body, I only value the spiritual level-if I see someone who is emotionally involved, I must completely crush him. If I can't do it, I will completely wipe out the other party. It is really a simple and easy-to-understand child's temper...So, no It’s not enough to educate me often. By the way, your question about Roland before, I didn’t lie to you. To know the unexpected sudden situation and the extreme challenge is the best catalyst for growth. I usually can’t get this situation. . It’s better to have someone like you with deep obsessions to come forward for me."

The pleasant voice turned into a cold and swam all over the body. Nothing could be called in the throat, only to stick out the tongue and let the saliva drip down the corner of the mouth.

Even in this case, one finger cannot be moved, and the angle of the head is constantly adjusted to ensure that the domineering smile can always be seen when the eyes are turned up.

"Negative justice? Before the concept of "negation", you have admitted the existence of the concept of "justice." As the atheist said the phrase "There is no God at all", the concept of God is already in mind. it's the same."

When asked "Is this justice?", a ruler will appear in everyone's heart. To distinguish between "justice" and "unjust".

There is no justice in this world-many people say so. In fact, this is not the case. Some people believe in goodwill and others deny the virtue. Everyone has his own justice. Justice has long been ubiquitous in the world, attached to the crowd, and its overflow level will even make justice messengers pass by on the street. As for whether the justice between each other is compatible, that is another topic.

Gao yelled to deny justice, and to deal with "friends of justice" was completely inverted.

If you really want to deny justice,

If you really want to deny justice,

From the beginning, negate that "this world is still promising" is not enough?

"The next step is to punish game time until I do the right thing. We appreciate Roland’s performance while trying out the educational methods I recently thought of. As the so-called'sound mind resides on a sound body, in order to ensure For mental health, it is necessary to first use physical means to make the body sound. For example, tens of thousands of nanotubes are inserted into the pores, pierce the capillaries, and slowly pressurize the whole body to sweat; the body cools to the point of dying, and then heated to protein The critical point of coagulation; if there is enough time~www.wuxiaspot.com~I would also like to try the sex-conversion surgery that I thought of recently...Hmm? Nothing terrible, unlike the Kemp method bracelet, this is a pure operation. Use a scalpel, Cutting machines, electric drills, bolt cutters, and chain saws replaced Pinas with Wei Jinna, and opened the door to a new world... Anesthetic? Sorry, I forgot to take it out. But you have to trust my technology, the whole process is a little bit~ It won't hurt."

Pieces of equipment glowing in the cold light came out, and Walgrevo, whose eyes were about to blush, spit on his mouth and his limbs cramped violently. (To be continued.)

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