Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Galloping on the street, Roland pursed his lips.

The streets are very quiet, there are no citizens looking for hiding places, no Titans soldiers looking for prey, no obstruction, no interception, and no worms or songbirds, which makes people feel hairy for a while.

He knows the elves' obsessive-compulsive disorder very much. As long as there is a chance, they will always leave some dangerous things to retreat the enemy's footsteps when they retreat. From all kinds of strange thunders to sniper and machine gun groups, and even well-designed ambush positions, every time you can make careless pursuit of soldiers pay a price. It is not an exaggeration to say that the history of the Defense Forces started with the organization of defense and mobile operations.

With a clear understanding of these, the silence in front of you is even more terrifying, and you can't help guessing whether the other party will prepare for a "large surprise". You should know that the Defence Forces have a history in this respect. They have used super bombs to kill people and kill annihilation and annihilate evidence more than once.

A hint of white appeared in front of the field of vision. Roland immediately tightened the reins and slowed down the mount.

As the unicorn walked slowly, the **** of blood was presented in front of Roland.

Not only is the pool of blood on the ground, there are splashes of brown spots under the walls and eaves, like the central position of the explosion center, is a miserable corpse.

Stopping on the edge of hell, Roland looked grimly around him.

If allowed, he would like to let anger dominate, scold loudly, or destroy something to express his mood.

Judging from the costumes worn by the corpses, the victims were all residents nearby, ranging from middle-class homes that live in apartments to the ground floor struggling to survive, and there are many old, weak women and children. Several military uniforms were mixed, but only single digits were found, and the vast majority were civilians.

There was no trace of fighting at the scene. In other words, this is a massacre of people who have no ability to resist.

For what purpose such atrocities have been committed, it is not known at this time, but no matter who they do, the guy who can play such a poisonous hand must be a bipedal beast.

if possible. Roland will contact the militia behind and let them consolidate their remains. But now there is something more priority than that.

It is not uncommon to use traps to set traps on the battlefield. At this moment, what makes Roland frown is the wonderful traces left on the bodies.

Frostbite, burns, lacerations, complicated fractures, comminuted fractures, suffocation... Small streets are like death exhibition halls. From the number of victims and the way of death, it is easy to conclude that the murderer is a whole The conclusion of a magician unit or a large dangerous species.

Roland was silent when the pestle was in front of the body.

--Too strange.

Each corpse has a different cause of death, but it has a very strange common ground.

The clothes are all intact.

If it happens that the clothes turned up when injured, it is not unreasonable. It happens that it won't happen one after another. Not to mention the same for those who burned to death. There was no burnt black, and there was no dampness or wrinkles after freezing and thawing. It was like burning and freezing and then putting the clothes back on.

The closer to the school, the stranger the dead body becomes. The chest cavity exploded, the head burst... without exception, all exploded from the inside out.

"Are you satisfied with the meticulously prepared welcome ceremony?"

An earnest voice floated, and a bald man in a black suit appeared out of nowhere in the corpse, bowing to Roland.

"Master Roland. No no no, now is His Royal Highness. You can see your heroic posture. It is really flattered. I see all of your heroes on the battlefield. The brave and fearless battle is full of wisdom, facing the strong Enemies are never afraid, and never succumbing... ah, ah, ah, to meet you here, this is not destined, what should be called?"

Suppress the trembling vibrato, the praise of both voices and emotions. It seems to be talking about love to lovers. Leaving aside the frivolousness of speech and the question of timing and objects, it is a bold confession. Just because the speaker is based on the angle, all the romantic beauty is gone, only 6 to fly.

Standing on the wall parallel to the ground, full of love and nonsense. What is this called 6?

Just looking at this posture, Roland has already guessed who is coming.

Li Lin behaves like a dictator most of the time, but his men are not humanoid machines without personal thoughts. On the contrary, all of them have their own style of conduct and rules of handling, which can be said to be full of personality. There is no lack of non-mainstream. There are even fewer 6 people in front of you that are astonishing.

In other words, the range is as small as single digits.

"Seven original sins?"

Roland's words made the bald man laugh.

"I didn't expect that the cheap name I waited for was also honored by His Holiness the Holy Girl. It's really glorious. That's right, it is one of the seven original sins, Sloth of the'lazy idle\'. Responsible for suppressing the Wangli School of Magic Yes, it’s just the talents.”

Keeping a bowing posture, Sloss landed firmly on the ground.

"Then, from now on, the one that prevents you from going forward is also down."

"Even if I say ‘let me go\\', you will not agree."

Please sigh, Roland suddenly narrowed the gap between the two sides.

The unicorn tutorial is also outstanding among the dangerous species. The 90-kilometer vehicle with a speed of 90 kilometers per hour kicks off the ground, only three steps of the run, and the amazing explosive power has carried Roland across a distance of more than ten meters. Go to Slos.

In the eyes of others, it was a swift movement like electric flint. In the face of the thunder strike that was about to come down, Sloss only smiled indifferently, without any defense or dodge.

Is he scared? Too late to respond? Or is it just a fool who cannot grasp the situation?

Leaving the doubt behind his head, Roland handed out his long sword.

The goal is the scapula.

The long sword runs through the right shoulder and emerges from the back, slashing in the same direction. The feel of splitting bone and meat brings sound and strong wind. The blood is swayed into the air along the wind, and the ribs and lung lobes are exposed under the beautiful cut.

The seven original sins are not fuel-efficient lamps. It may have some amazing ability to pretend to be crazy and buy a silly bald head, but this is an absolutely fatal serious injury. No matter how powerful a guy is, he can't get up after being broken.

Sloss just smiled, and the smile became more lewd.

The seriously wounded body leaned back, and when it was about to touch the ground, countless small objects overflowed from the wound. Those are golden light particles like fine sand. As the light particles overflowed, Sloss's body gradually collapsed, and the splattered blood, scattered flesh, and lewd smile finally turned into light particles to go with the wind, and the street fell silent again.

Immersed in a more horrible quiet, Roland clenched around the hilt guard, never letting go of any small dynamic changes.

"Did you say it now? From now on, it will stop you from going forward. Not only at the tactical level. It is also about strategy and life."

Sloss's frivolous voice came from behind, and the carefully cared fingers lifted a bunch of blond hair under the nose, sniffing greedily.

"It's amazing. Good shape, healthy, fragrant body, impeccable perfection. What expression will you show when you are betrayed by reality, dropped from the cloud, and violated by the pigs and dogs? The tears will be What kind of sweetness?"

"nonsense……!!"

The long sword reversed and chopped to draw a beautiful circle. The unguarded lunatic was cut off with a knife. Once again, countless golden particles overflowed from the wound, and Slos disappeared without a trace.

"How can it be nonsense? Have you just experienced it once? The people are stupid and blind."

The smiling face with his neck tilted almost to his left cheek, and the smell of wine smelled on his skin.

This time, Roland took no action.

Before unraveling the mystery of Sloss's ability, the hasty attack has no meaning. More importantly, these words are in the heart.

Strength is strength, and there is no right or wrong in itself. Its behavior and meaning are given by others.

The same is true for heroes.

Roland Dalke is not thinking about the people. Nor is it the messenger of justice.

Because the people needed it, he became a "hero". In the final analysis, he is also just a human being, a human being who acts to achieve his purpose.

"For the people, for love, for hatred to fight against evil. That power will no longer be fair. It’s just'justice of a certain party\\". But, you are not self-inflated enough to think that you can do it on your own A madman who changes the world. Although there is some idealism, your ultimate goal is to find a way to allow elves and humans to coexist, and to control sacrifices to a minimum in the process. For this, you choose to turn your back on that adult. Become The hero of the masses, save others, guide others. Oops, isn’t this quite realistic? Isn’t you the best performance of'the process is insignificant and the result is most important?'"

Slos screamed with open arms and made a ballet-like rotation, his face full of intoxication.

The spinning body stopped, the intoxication melted, and replaced by deep confusion.

"However, what is ‘a world of peaceful coexistence?\” What exactly is the completion of world change?”

"...!!!"

Roland took a breath.

This is the biggest question that bothers him.

What kind of world is a beautiful world?

Right rule, right order-most people will answer that.

This is indeed a model answer, but this ambiguous answer is also equivalent to agreeing with Li Lin's approach.

No one is more correct than him, and no one is more talented and capable than him. If it is him, it is no surprise to create an empire that can last for thousands of years. In the order he built, disputes will not disappear, at least within the controllable range. Most people have a job, food and clothing for three meals a day can be guaranteed, and everyone can get the opportunity to receive education.

Although it has not yet reached the level of the ideal township, it can also be said that "this is the correct order".

But... this order just turned people into "right slaves".

In order to achieve a new order, sacrifice is necessary; in order to maintain the new order, elimination and correction are necessary; in order for the new order to continue, derailees must be excluded, and personal will and freedom are unnecessary things;

Waging war in the right name, conducting human experiments in the right name, slaughtering in the right name, driving people into concentration camps in the right name...

Is that all right? So that it can be accepted?

But if it is unacceptable, what is the "peaceful coexistence world"?

Hot soup and bread for the people?

Let everyone live a prosperous life?

Expand the people’s power to participate in politics so that everyone can express their opinions and demands?

... will it go well?

"How could it be that simple?"

Mocking straight to the bottom of my heart, goose bumps on the back.

"Not everyone is a saint, everyone has a black evil idea, but most of the time they will be restrained. Once there is no restraint. They will do things they can’t believe. On the other hand, The saint may be able to comfort the people, but he cannot guide them, and he will eventually be abandoned. You will know this."

Playing with blond hair, and Sloss with his lips, at this moment. His expression froze, staggered by his slanted body. However, as before, a careless smile appeared on his face.

"You really are not good at learning. Physical attacks are useless to me, don't you even understand such a simple thing?"

The golden particles fluttered out, but this time it was only halfway through and held up, leaving only Slos, who had a scar on his face, squatted in place.

"Indeed, physical attacks are very difficult to function, and chopping against the phantom, no more cutting is futile."

"you……"

"Your ability is ‘hint\\'. The illusion that makes people think that they are dead is directly projected into the other person’s head, which makes them react.”

The so-called hint, which affects the brain through various techniques, is also called hypnosis. There are hints to control the behavior of others, and there are also self-hypnosis to stimulate human potential or manipulate memory. Sloss directly issued instructions to the target brain through the resonance of brain quantum waves, so that the other party believed that he was killed, and the body responded to the hinted signal and caused death.

Just like being locked in an unopened refrigerator, I believe I will be frozen to death. Finally, the body suffered frostbite and died. People who played against Sloss were implied by "burnt to death", "frozen to death", "crashed to death", "dead to the head with a mysterious fist" and so on, suggesting that the body suffered damage corresponding to various ways of death. In the end one by one was killed. However, the clothing they wear does not imply a real reaction, so everyone's clothing is preserved intact.

"In fact, your ability is really tricky. Even if you know that this is an illusion, you also understand that psychological effects can cause physical damage. It is still difficult to defend in actual combat. Means of attack. Fortunately. I also have means of counterattack."

There was a scar on the face that turned sideways, the location, range, and depth were the same as the wound on Slos' face.

"Brain quantum wave homology...?!"

Sloss showed genuine panic.

The mental interference is not one-way. In the coherent state, the party with stronger willpower or brain wave can unilaterally ravage the opponent. But there is also evidence. Between twins with similar telepathy, when one side is injured, the other side will also show the same wound in the same position. There is even an incredible case where a fellow brother died in an air crash and another person who died thousands of miles away died at the same time.

In other words, if the two people with the same brain wave match, the damage to the opponent will also be reflected on themselves. In this state, the outcome of the battle will only be both defeat and injury.

"If you have the same consciousness, then come on. Or, do you give way?"

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In the blood-stained street, the bald man leaned against the wall, the cigarette in his mouth flickered, and the smoke and shadow were drawn long. It seems that there is still a wire through which the current flows down and sways with the wind, sparks are emitted from the cut surface.

call--

A breath of smoke was emitted, and the sound scratched the brain under the skull.

That's a voice that most people can't hear.

Only seven beings can hear the sound.

——Whenever we don’t know what we really want to do.

Pious Acura is also mean blasphemy.

——At any time, we will not know whether our actions are correct.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

-But, God came for us.

"God...savior? Is that young master?"

Gently flicking the burnt cigarette butts, Sloss said to himself:

"That's not bad."

"A very good dog declaration, was it repaired? Or was it dumped?"

In the corners abandoned by the world, dazzling red pupils emerged out of thin air. Even in the **** sunset, floating on a nearly black pool of blood, the presence of the pupils of those eyes is still strong, so that the rest of them appear empty and shallow, It makes people feel suffocated. The appalling sense of weight seemed to destroy the whole world in front of the red eyes.

That eye is hell.

"It was kicked off by a unkind foot~~~ Thanks to God, I thought he would kick my crotch."

"Can I help make up a foot, do I need it?"

"...You really care about your subordinates, which side is your son? Wait, wait! When I didn't say it!"

"How is it going?"

Li Lin asked, dropping the 800mm shell.

"Everything went smoothly according to the plan. At your command, I have used "re-hint" to put the seeds of doubt into Roland's heart."

Silos bent down and smiled proudly.

There are other hints under the hint, which are multiple hints.

When Roland and Slows were co-tuned with the brain quantum waves, the words that Slows said had been inserted into Roland's heart in the form of hints. Because those words overlap with Roland's own doubts, even if there is an unnatural appearance, he will only think that it is his own confusion, and he will not think that it is actually the hands and feet made by Slos.

It may seem inconspicuous, but sometimes it can kill people invisible, sometimes it can interfere with other people's thinking and life. This is the ability of Sloss-"The dream of Mephistopheles."

"As we experience various things, such as the cruelty of war, the ugliness of human nature, and people supporting each other, the doubts will expand and strengthen like tumors, and he will not be liberated from this spiritual cage until one day he is answered or died. But boss, I think he looks good like this now. The persevering face is like a virgin waiting for a broken melon on the bed, making people can’t help but want to overwhelm the white body and leave a beautiful on the bed sheet Ruohong, listen to his crying. Can you love him like this and want to kill forever, don't you think this is the ultimate romance?"

Slosh pressed his lips, his slobber overflowed the corners of his mouth, and the pupils were infinitely deep.

Needless to say ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This speech and gesture is just a manifestation of the big crime "laziness".

Nothing to consider, just to continue for your own interest, it does not make any sense.

Feeling comfortable with the present self and stopped thinking.

As the devil Mephisto tempts Dr. Faust to say the line-time, stop, you are beautiful.

"There will be a chance, but now... let him solve the son of Bourbon's big head syndrome first."

Leaving the meaning unclear, Li Lin’s image disappeared from the air, and after casting a playful glance in the direction of Versailles, Sloss also disappeared.

Far away, rocks shaped like giant umbrellas rose a little bit under the horizon. Around the towering rock walls, the guarded floating warships were as small as mosquitoes and flies.

Accompanied by the dull and hollow mechanical operation, the mobile fortress "City of the Condor" moved slowly, and in front of its route, it was Versailles. (To be continued.)

(Enlightenment Book Net)