Chapter 185 And You, My Friend, You Are the Real Hero

Ahomatowa Einhorn looked pious and peaceful, holding a Sequence 3 War Bishop's Extraordinary Characteristics in both hands, and the few dozen remaining officers and soldiers knelt down on one knee piously in front of Su Lin.

Su Lin gathered the extraordinary characteristics collected for him, and then handed them to the secret servant Arianna.

"Convert these into money to set up a fund to help children who have lost their parents. Their education and living expenses will be deducted from this."

He looked at Ahomatowa Einhorn again and said:

"Except for you, everyone else will go back in a few days and everything will be as normal."

Ahomatowa Einhorn nodded. Since he couldn't resist, it was better to become the agent of the gods. He could still think normally, but now he had become an angel under the great God of Light.

The consciousness must have been altered, but what does it matter?

Einhorn's glory still shines in his heart just like his faith in the great God of Light. The merciful Lord did not ask him to abandon everything.

This state is really comfortable. It’s like having a team of psychologists at your service 24 hours a day. You don’t even have to worry about any loss of control. Maybe I should look for a copy of Sequence 1’s extraordinary properties so that I can better spread the brilliance of my Lord in the world. .

Su Lin didn't know what the angel was thinking right now. He looked at the corpses behind the group of soldiers and could slightly understand Klein's mood in the original work.

If Feysac's fleet was severely damaged for the sake of pleasure, the happiest person might be King George III of Loen, the real mastermind behind the war and one of the culprits in promoting the war.

There are too many truths in this world, but only by truly experiencing it, you will find that sometimes no matter what you do, it is not right, and it will make your heart full of contradictions...

There will be no contradiction if George III is also dealt with in a few days.

After Su Lin left, Ahomatowa Einhorn burned most of the aerostats with a single wave of his hand.

"You were attacked by an unknown mechanical puppet. It may be Roen's secret weapon. I will personally come to check the lie when the time comes." Ahomatowa Einhorn arranged the follow-up aftermath.

"From now on, you are my direct subordinates."

"You guys can feel it, this kind of power is completely different from ordinary extraordinary beings."

"The seeds of the Holy Light have been sown, and we will become the first pure ones in this world!"

Because of this incident, a few years later, the legend and portrait of the Loen war weapon, the white one-horned devil, continued to be circulated within the Feysac Empire's military until...

Several "travelers" from the ancient era saw this file and inexplicably joined the secret organization "The Church of Light".

This meant that Su Lin didn't care. His actions were firstly to vent his dissatisfaction with the bombing of civilian areas, and secondly, to try reverse "pollution".

If he knew Ahomatowa Einhorn's thoughts and actions, he would definitely applaud and say: You are really a genius.

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"I'm very sorry, Mr. Mora." Chef Lampero clenched his white kitchen hat tightly in his hands, his mind already flying to the sky, and the coming of war filled his heart with fear.

“It’s okay we don’t want to see this happen.

In fact, I just happened to pass by here and told you that the reservation for noon has been cancelled. "

Zhongli's tone was easy-going, with a hint of concern in his words: "Are the staff at Serenzo okay?"

"Thanks to the protection of the Storm Lord, this restaurant did not suffer any damage, and everyone is fine." Chef Lampelo drew a symbol on his chest, "Thank you for your concern, I will contact the manager to refund the fee to you ."

"No need." Zhong Li glanced at the waiters with sad faces: "I will come again after this crisis has passed."

A moment later, Zhongli walked out of Serenzo Restaurant and passed through a bumpy street full of gravel obstacles. The road was filled with pedestrians rushing home and scattered Loen soldiers coming to support from all sides.

He looked back at the ruins of Memorial Day Square, the broken trees, dried fountains, and the land burned by the war. No matter it was in the past, present or future, even in another world, the same history would be repeated like a drama. The only two The only difference is the actors on the stage and the background.

The cries and howls merged into the cold wind, unable to disperse the gunpowder smoke that filled the city.

These people have not enjoyed much of the beauty brought about by prosperity, but when war comes, they are the first to swallow the bitterest fruits.

Complex emotions surged through Zhongli's golden eyes, and scenes from many years ago appeared before him again.

He was not pitiful, but realized again that there were things that gods could not change.

Zhongli walked away from the neighborhood and came to the church. He saw Su Lin already sitting on a bench near the door, with a basket of black bread in his hand.

"How do you feel? This world." Zhongli asked sitting aside.

"It must be difficult for me to live in this era." Su Lin held a piece of black bread in his hand and tapped it lightly. The black bread made a sound like a brick.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhongli's lips, and with a magnetic voice, he said softly: "So, you feel the beauty of the era in which you live?"

"No." Su Lin said seriously:

"I also don't think that working simply to survive day after day is what I want. After all, demand is always increasing, and human desires are always hard to fill."

"What I want is exactly this kind of life now, to break the shackles of the world, even if there is an end of the world ahead."

"Of course, I have to admit, it's because I had very little adversity that led to this fearless idea."

It's fun to cheat for a while, and it's always fun to cheat all the time.

Zhongli smiled incredulously, "You are now a god with humanity, a god with a real ideology."

"And such a god cannot be all-powerful and all-good, and there must be bias in everything he does."

"Gods themselves are a threat to human existence and a direct factor in the intensification of conflicts. Even if we lead mankind forward at a certain point in time and are the protectors of mankind, one day in the future, due to some kind of irreconcilable ideas and become incompatible.”

"The gods of Teyvat are like this, and the gods of this world are like this."

"I thought you would discuss class and class struggle with me." Su Lin put a Russian book back in his arms.

"Gods and humans are also of different classes." Zhongli raised his head slightly and looked at the holy emblem above the church, "Su Lin, if one day the humans in your world regard you as an enemy, what will you do?"

Su Lin looked at Zhongli strangely, and without thinking for too long, he said matter-of-factly: "I'll give them a slap, it will make their skin itchy."

"Really?" Zhongli's smile continued, "It doesn't look like you have become a god."

"You're trying to find out what's going on with me." Su Lin shook his head helplessly, thinking that the old man was worried that his strength would grow too fast and his mentality would change.

Just as Su Lin said, Zhongli wanted to see how Su Lin understood things now.

If it is too strong, it will break easily; if it is too soft, it will be useless. Extremes are not a good thing.

"Want to eat?" Su Lin handed the bread basket to Zhongli. This was the black bread that the two children named Levi and Wei Na bought for lunch.

Zhongli nodded, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He frowned slightly. It was sour, bitter, and hard. Besides grains, there were some other things left in it.

Su Lin broke off a corner of the bread, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it twice. He felt that in addition to the rich buckwheat flavor, the only sour and bitter taste left in his mouth.

It was obviously different from the brown bread the housekeeper bought that night.

"Many people in the group have different goals. Some want to protect the world, some want to attain the Dao, and some want to protect one person's peace. Of course," Su Lin paused and said pointedly. said:

"There are also guys who want to show off every day."

"Before I was reborn, I was thinking that if I had the chance to live a different life, I would live a wonderful life."

While speaking, Su Lin took another bite of the bread in his hand and swallowed it with difficulty.

"The moment I woke up in the parallel world, I was thinking, if I have a cheat, I must win everything."

"I have to think about whether this is my only chance in this life."

"Recast. Forget it, no more casting."

"Anyway, as the saying goes, do whatever you want."

"Do whatever you want, but do no harm." Klein's voice sounded slowly. He walked out of the pores of history and smiled gently: "Thank you both for your help. You are the heroes of Backlund."

"No, there is no second part." Su Lin corrected: "And you, my friend, you are the real hero."

"." Klein's smile faltered and he subconsciously took a step back.

This guy seems a bit dangerous. Will his eyes suddenly glow red?

Everyone is doing well, but there's something wrong with your style of painting! ?

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On the edge of a hidden island, there is a pirate fleet docked.

Lu Mingfei is not ignorant of the outside world these days. These pirates always have a way to get the latest newspapers. Well, it makes sense in the extraordinary world.

He could also learn from the chat group what was happening beyond the sea. What Zhongli and Klein shared in the group made Lu Mingfei feel a little emotional.

As a person who has killed two dragon kings, Lu Mingfei has seen the world. Although these dragon kings are all his beloved relatives and friends, he, Lu Mingfei, does not want to prove the ruthless way.

It’s not easy for Lao Zhou, saving the world in this chaotic world filled with internal and external troubles. It is said that the world is still more than ten years away from the end? Lu Mingfei was particularly able to understand this feeling. He was suddenly afraid that one day the Black King would resurrect and destroy the world.

Oh, I am the final BOSS, so that’s okay.

There are many people like Old John, but few survive like Old John. Lu Mingfei felt a little stuck after learning about the Backlund smog in the past two days, and especially disliked the old man George III. Bden.

But being filled with righteous indignation is not of much use. He is not very strong and cannot be of much help. In the final analysis, there is no need for his help.

If he had known that Lu Mingze had been brought here, he would actually rather have the little devil fuse with him than the middle-aged and elderly PLUS version who braves boredom and wants to have fun and drowns in memories every day with a pair of dead fish eyes. His.

Thinking about it carefully, I haven't seen this guy for several days, which is gratifying.

If you think about it carefully, your own world is almost in chaos. Those technological products and buildings with different styles may become Cybertron 2077 in a few years.

Tsk.

After someone in my path proves the supreme path, I will throw this guy back to his world line and cut the ruling!

"Strength," Lu Mingfei sighed. It was not dissatisfied. After all, his cultivation speed was not slowing down anymore. The key was to find a way to break through the old dragon's upper limit in the future.

Snapped

A hand patted Lu Mingfei's back.

"What are you doing here in a daze?"

It was Boatswain John Proto. This pirate with slightly older features had a bandage on his head. Lu Mingfei turned his head away a little guiltily. This was an accidental injury that involved him last time.

"Nothing." Lu Mingfei replied, "Look at the scenery."

"By the way, Bosun, what are we doing here after we sail out of Theros?"

"This is the wise and beautiful captain, my light, this treasure on the sea, the wise decision of the sick girl, we just need to follow it." John Pluto said:

"Go to the captain's cabin quickly, you envious boy, you are the first man to enter our captain's boudoir."

I heard that the last one was named Gehrman Sparrow.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand why these pirates turned into bitches when they mentioned the captain, even though the captain was indeed extremely beautiful.

Forget about men, the most outrageous thing is that there are many female pirates on the ship who are also obsessed with this captain.

If he was in high school, he could even take Tracy's photos and sell them on the Internet to earn some Internet fees.

Stop licking it. You can't lick it. As a person who has been there, I can't bear to see these people step into the pit. He, Lu Mingfei, will never admit that the reason why he got on the boat was the mutual attraction between similar people.

In this way, Lu Mingfei walked to the main ship in his random thoughts. Under the knife-like eyes of the maids in Tracy's escort, Lu Mingfei walked forward calmly.

He is not afraid of slanted shadows even if he is upright, and it is not like he, a seven-foot-tall man, is here to do anything wrong.

A blond maid gave Lu Mingfei a disgusted look and led Lu Mingfei inside.

Arriving in front of a half-open door, a warm fragrance filled the air. It was not strong, but long enough to make people have endless aftertaste, and could not help but think about the joy between the bed and the bed.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened and he swallowed. Wait, this plot.

Lao Zhou, brother, my concentration is enough! But you asked her not to use this to test her brother!

bang bang bang

The maid knocked on the door gently.

"Let him come in on his own."

The gentle and melodious sound sounded.

The maid's face suddenly became ugly. She looked at Lu Mingfei with eyes full of jealousy and confusion. The last person to enter the captain's boudoir alone was a "bitch" named Elaine.

Does the captain want to change his taste? Why this stinky man? !

Lu Mingfei took a breath and walked into the room.

‘Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand after a hundred years. ’

‘A gentleman has nine thoughts: he sees with clarity, listens with intelligence, looks with warmth, looks with respect, speaks with loyalty, acts with respect, has doubts and questions, is angry with difficulty, and sees with understanding. ’

‘I am a gentleman! Mr. Lu! ’

The door was lightly closed, and Lu Mingfei puffed up his chest and looked at the bedroom in front of him.

What catches the eye is a golden lamp stand with streaks of candlelight on it.

The beautiful Tracy sat behind the desk, her legs in beige trousers stretched out diagonally and crossed, holding a book in her hand, reading in a rather leisurely posture.

A charming smile formed on her lips and she asked, "It seems that you have finished digesting the potion?"