Chapter 782： King Kill

When Zagara waved a huge bone spur to attack Mr. J, Tang Fang had already arrived on the second floor.

To the north of the square, Tang Lin is quickly breaking through the blockade constructed by the S series clones and the black warrior, approaching the location of Henrietta and others.

Change Will looked towards the northern battlefield with a sullen face, not knowing that the situation in the south of the square had been reversed.

Tang Fang’s arrival awakened two black warriors. Standing behind the broken stone sculpture, the black warrior raised his right arm to activate the weapon system of the power armor, but before pulling the trigger, a black shadow falling from the sky suddenly entangled. With his arm, hundreds of kilograms of body were pulled directly to the corner of the second deck, and bullets ejected from the muzzle left a row of craters on the stone pillars on the east side.

At the same time, another black shadow fell, circled in the air, and quickly shot towards the shadow area of ​​a stone screen on the east side of Taitung.

Screams sounded, splashing blood fell on the ground around the stone screen, and a dead body rose slowly.

Norwood did not leave the battlefield for some reason, but hid in the shadow of the stone screen to watch the battle in the north of the square.

He did not die under the stone rain created by the cracking of the golden lion, but died under the long rope-like black shadow.

Change Will turned his head and saw Tang Fang, who was facing the ruined stone sculpture on the other side of the second-story platform, and Mr. J, who was fighting with a strange beast on the first-floor platform, and besieged further away. S series clones and golden warriors of the black warrior.

He didn’t understand, in any case, where did Tang’s reinforcements come from? There were obviously only 5 people participating in the celebration. The behemoth on the first floor, which is comparable to a light tank, could not hide from the guards and move silently. Enter the palace.

The black shadow waving like a long rope dangled Norwood's body gently in the air for a while, then flung it into the drain on the north side of the square, splashing a huge splash of water.

With the light of the three Khanos brothers, he finally saw what it was.

Not a long rope. It is the joints connected in sections, with black spikes at the ends, and the upper ends rising into the sky.

When subconsciously looking up. A creature with a snake-like body but with facial features that looked like a human descended slowly from a height of ten meters.

Its tail stands behind him. The black vortex that stretched to the sky above, the joint tentacles that interrupted the black warrior's shooting and stabbing Norwood to death came from its crown.

Hymn Will opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, but the confident light in his eyes slowly faded away.

The black warrior in the corner of the second floor tried to resist, and was entangled by Izsha's two tentacles and lifted it up high. The other two tentacles pierced the chest of the St. George-class power armor very quickly.

The red light bloomed, and the two tentacles were like iron nails knocking into the wall. Directly pierce the shell and liquid metal layer of the St. George-class power armor, plunge into the chest of the black warrior, and finally drill out of the back.

Chance Weir once watched the performance test of the St. George-class power armor. Conventional military weapons such as the striker type are even hard to break through the outer shell, let alone the liquid metal layer inside. However, with the help of two tentacles, the snake girl who fell from the sky easily broke through the defense of the St. George-class power armor and stabbed the black warrior inside.

What exactly is it? What is the origin of the red light flowing at the end of the tentacles?

He did not speak, nor did Tang Fang, but quietly picked up the sword of the king that fell beside it. Look at Hymn Will behind another black warrior.

When things have developed to the point where they are now, there is no longer any sense of negotiation, and Change Will is very clear in his heart. The canonization ceremony that Tang Fang asked for was not at all to rectify the title of the heir to the Duke of Knorr of Elena.

He was originally a person who didn't put kingship in his eyes. How could he face the canonization ceremony with respect and faith? He just needs a stage to smash the golden lion in front of many people and kill his stage.

Kylenia’s political views, Henrietta’s political views, and Tusna’s political views are not what he wants. To break the rule of the royal power and the rule of the nobility. That is his real purpose.

From the Monya Empire to entering the Star Alliance. When he got involved in the affairs of the Turanx United Kingdom, he never changed.

Do not forget the original intention. Fang must always.

A figure rushed out of nothingness and threw the black warrior to the ground.

Tang Fang’s foot was on the broken stone sculpture, and many broken stones flew away. The long sword that was shining with cold light was held tightly in his palm, passing through the barriers of time and space, very smoothly and firmly pierced against Change Will’s chest. .

His hands never tremble, his sword never trembles, his eyes are clean and calm. Even if what he wants to do is to kill, the goal is the king of this country, wearing the light of power, wearing the crown of the king,

Yes, just like Hymn Will’s guess, the so-called canonization ceremony is just the stage he chose to end all this.

His experience in the Monya Empire told him that he should never place hope on power.

The experience in the Turanx United Kingdom tells him that if there is no break, there is no standing, no destruction, so what about rebirth? The mountain of royal power crushes the head of every civilian, from body to soul, destroying the dignity and humanity of everyone.

They can't lift their heads, can't see the road ahead, and naturally can't see the light on the horizon. They can only see the ground three inches below their feet. Under the tangible or invisible flogging, they are hardworking, insensitive, hopeless. Yes, staggering.

People like to watch zombie movies, but no one knows the real thoughts of those directors or screenwriters. Those who can understand will naturally understand, and those who do not understand will naturally not understand.

People who seek excitement in the world of the walking dead, are they not infected with the virus like yuwang, abandoning humanity and becoming a walking dead of life and money under the worldview of power and money supremacy?

This is really a very sad thing.

As long as power exists in this world for one day, using force to instill fear, using propaganda to confuse people, destroying faith with education, and disintegrating humanity with yuwang, dawn will never come.

The nobles used violence to smash the people’s body, erect fear, and destroy courage; use taxes to drain the people’s blood and sweat, so that the material is scarce, and naturally cannot be spiritually rich; they use lies to construct a world of Truth, play with the hearts of the people, fool the people and the wisdom; use the jungle The law erodes ethics and justifies oppression. Justify the cruelty, indulge yu hopes and turn people into animals; promote materialism and utilitarianism, and destroy people's beliefs and conscience...

All these. They play well.

The devil never goes far away, always lingering around the world. It even resides in the bodies of human beings who have noble identities and possess a lot of wealth and resources, and strive to influence everyone it can touch, inject magic into society, and burn them into the souls of people who are susceptible to the temptation of yuwang.

He is not the savior, unable to redeem those fallen souls, but at the very least, he can light a candle for them. Blow into the gloomy spiritual world a breeze with the fragrance of vegetation.

This is not about heroism, but about human conscience.

Anyone who has good intentions will make the same choice.

What he killed was not a person, but a symbol of **** fear.

What he cut off was not a head, but a shackle that bound the spirit.

What he ended up was not a powerhouse, but an era.

Not afraid, Hajime can stand up.

Light up the candle to illuminate the future.

Open the curtains to embrace the sun.

As for whether the peak of the kingship collapsed, whether it caused a catastrophe. he does not know. But... such a thing, even if it will contaminate the blood of many innocent people, and many evils that are difficult to wash away. Someone has to do it.

Even if it is infamous through the ages, if you recite, you will recite, because he stubbornly believes that conscience is actually a responsibility.

It is enough to behave upright, do things upright, and have no shame in your heart.

For today, he has made many arrangements and thought of many many countermeasures. Maybe...should...approximately... we can tide over this difficulty safely. He has many partners to rely on, and many allies to trust. Take a step back. Even if he has nothing, he is the richest man in the world.

People's hearts are priceless.

The sword that symbolizes power and status entered through Change Will's chest. The back leaked, and the blood flowed along the icy sword's edge, and then stagnated into many blood beads, falling on the ground bit by bit, falling into countless **** spots.

There was a smell of fish in the air, and the sunlight cast dazzling silver on the **** sword body.

Just as Tang Fang treated the many injustices encountered in the Turanx United Kingdom, he used His Majesty’s own weapons to end His Majesty’s own life.

When Change Will stood on stage, it was customary to say that he did his best for all the people, and died.

He said that, but didn't do it sincerely, so retribution came on this day. A man upholds the hearts of the people and inserts a sword symbolizing power into his chest.

Tang Fang's hand left the hilt and looked at him with calm eyes.

"You... won." Hymn Will flicked his lips and uttered three words.

From the beginning of the celebration to the end, this was the first dialogue between the two and the last dialogue.

"No, I didn't win." Tang Fang said, "In this fight, there are no winners, only losers."

Change Will frowned, because he couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence above, as if he would never understand the hardships of civilians.

Tang Fang did not explain because it was unnecessary.

He fell, slumped on the second floor, and swallowed his last breath.

The blood flowed along the sword's edge, gathered in the exquisite sword grid, and then fell, dampening the ground and staining it red.

That is the king's blood, very precious... the king once was very precious.

The golden lion shattered and the monarch died.

Hymn Will died on the high platform of power, and also under the sword of power.

Few people have seen such a scene... at least rarely now.

When the wind is blowing, the dust rises like an opened book page, leaving the second-story platform and flying to the sky, as if the palm of history has revealed this page, below is a new four-line grid, waiting for the pen of time to record a new poem.

The scent of flowers floating in the distance dilutes the **** smell in the air, turning into a very strange smell, some pungent, some fresh, impressive.

Turamom sat down on the ground, and the picture of the shining long sword submerged in his brother's body repeated in his mind over and over.

He did not show a sad expression, nor yelled angrily, but looked at the motionless figure on the second floor with unbelievable and unacceptable eyes.

His brother, the king of this country, died? It was okay just now, and there was no sound in a blink of an eye?

The sword was dazzling, and the red on the sword was even more dazzling.

Unlike Tang Fang, he could not smell the fragrance of flowers, nor could he see the new pages. He belonged to the era of Hymn Will, and he was willing to die for the King.

If the times have abandoned them, why are old things like Henrietta and Arnasi still alive? why! Their era should have ended long ago.

Therefore, he does not believe in the fate, the era, and the trend. He stubbornly believes that the culprit responsible for all this is the guy surnamed Tang, not a vague fate, ambiguous times, and obscure trends.

Henrietta and Mellor also saw this scene, the expressions on their faces were very different.

The former was very calm, watching the sword inserted into Will’s chest calmly, calmly facing the thundering and collapsing royal monument, calmly treating the end of an era, but sighed at the end--this It was his fourth sigh today.

The latter was very excited, with raised eyebrows, bright eyes, and a sharp smile at the corners of his mouth.

The white robe hanging down on his legs dangled a ripple. He raised his head and glanced at the swaying maple trees in the distance and the indifferent clouds on the horizon. He suddenly wanted to understand one thing. If this is really the end of an era, then As a legacy of the previous era, where should he go?

Destiny always likes to tease people so much, and never tire of it.

Mellor's eyes were faintly disappointed, because he didn't like to be a spectator, it was really lonely, like a person who was forgotten by the times.

The picture of the hero's twilight has always been sad. He has always felt that if he were not born in the royal family, he might become a hero. Although it seems ridiculous at this age.

There are many kinds of heroes. The hero of thousands of people is a hero, and the hero of one person is also a hero.

Kylienia is not like the two old men, UU reading www. uukanshu. com had a lot of feelings about the picture before him. As early as when Tang Fang met Henrietta for the first time, she stood under the crabapple tree at that dawn and waited for a long time, and finally exchanged the words in her heart, she knew Things will eventually get to where they are today.

Her gaze did not stay on the second floor for too long, but at Tang Lin and Elena, who had no knowledge of what was happening behind her.

At this moment, a stern and sharp scream broke the still picture.

A black shadow loomed up on the south side of the second floor, blocking the light of "Kha Norton", and the world suddenly became much darker.

Tang Fang raised his head, looked towards the sky, frowning slightly.

I don't know if it was Baiyue releasing the water, or Mr. J saw the death of Anthem, turning his anger into strength, breaking through the battle group, flying into the sky, and staring at his face with a hateful look. (To be continued.)

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