(Happy Valentine's Day for everyone)

December 26, 2020 at 7:15.

Paris.

"France Dragon Knight" is located in the temporary command center of Mercure Hotel. Everyone stopped moving, just like someone pressed the pause button, making the screen freeze at a certain moment. People stared at the screen at the same time, forgetting that the hot hands were boiling in their hands.

The coffee, forgot to control the drone, forgot to monitor the situation near the Eiffel Tower, forgot to burn the knuckles

Everyone looked at the French commander in shock as he turned into a ball of smoke under the lightsaber of "Death".

The entire command center fell into a dead silence, so quiet that the sound of ashes falling on the wooden floor.

A combatant wearing glasses muttered in a confused dream: "I must be dreaming, right? The Eiffel Tower collapsed, the Seine River destroyed the left and right banks, and a formation of helicopters were wiped out in a blink of an eye. Now even our French commander is

Dead?" The man in glasses laughed inexplicably, "Impossible! I must be dreaming."

Brigadier General Sakozi, who was standing in the middle, changed from pale to red several times. He walked directly to the man with glasses and slapped him in the face, grabbed his shoulder and said coldly: "Sober, Frankie

.”

The slap was so loud in the command center that people came back to their senses. They lowered their heads, some people burst into tears, and some people were at a loss when they looked at the computer. More people continued to look at the screen in despair, helplessly

Watching Paris become a battlefield for foreign chosen ones.

Brigadier General Sakozi said sternly: "No one is allowed to spread the image of the repentance of the commander just now! Violators will be dealt with by military law!"

It took a moment to react and responded in a hurry.

Seeing that his morale was so depressed, Brigadier General Saccozi looked around and said loudly, "Don't be depressed! We also have Lord Napoleon VII! He is already on the way!" Brigadier General Saccozi pointed to the screen

The "God of Death" sneered, "No matter how strong the chosen one is, there is shit in front of the gods."

Hearing the names "Napoleon VII" and "God General", everyone's eyes lit up again, and the deadly command center restored a trace of vitality.

"What we have to do now is to entangle him, lock his position, and prevent him from returning to the body! Notify the air service team and Captain Lurt to be ready for battle at any time and intercept the 'God of Death' with all his strength!"

"No one can escape the sanctions of the general!" Brigadier General Sakocchi roared, "Continue to move forward!"

"keep going!"

The command center heard a deafening cry.

Franche Air Force Base near Paris.

Two early warning aircraft, one squadron Rafale fighter, two squadron Jaguar attack aircraft and four squadron Phantom fighter aircraft were "strolling" on the long runway. Hundreds of fighter aircraft were in intensive formations, all started, and engines were

The roar shook the sky and the earth. Fighters were closely arranged in an array, slowly sailing on the flight track, taking off one by one, like a group of elephants queuing up to drink water. ("Elephant Walk" is an air force term, describing multiple military aircraft

Before taking off, the ends and ends are connected at the minimum spacing to allow the largest number of military aircraft to take off in the shortest time.)

Amid the continuous roar, a huge group of machines formed a ladder that reached the sky. The scene was spectacular, making people feel that they could not forget the edge at first glance.

Soon the French Air Service Team completed the encirclement of Paris and began to approach the God of Death in an orderly manner under the command of the early warning aircraft.

At the same time, the ground troops are also narrowing the encirclement. Armored vehicles cannot enter the city. There are also armored hovercrafts dedicated to urban combat by Dragon Knights. The three huge turbines on the hovercraft make noises that sound through the sky, and the shadows of navigation cannons and machine cannons flow through the ancient

On the side of the building, people cheered loudly.

The defeated dragon knights regrouped. They rushed out of the hidden place and ran along the long street like a black torrent, surfing the streets and alleys, chasing the god of death flying in the sky, waiting for the final battle to break out.

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(bgm: "intheend" tmeeprofitt/jungyouth/fleurie version)

After just two long breaths, Cheng Mo flew to Monsau Park in Paris 17th district. The three-dimensional map shows that the magnetic levitation train is about to arrive in this area.

Cheng Mo fell rapidly in the air like a hawk, so fast that it was hard for the naked eye to detect it. Even if the carrier relies on dynamic vision to capture his traces, it is very difficult. It should be replaced with the previous carrier, not to mention whether it can be used.

The speed of sound burning "at such a fast speed, even if it can, there is no way to control such a fast speed without the pair of steel wings behind it. If you are not careful, it will hit the ground and turn into a DNA spiral.

At this time, Cheng Mo didn't have to worry at all. He could not only control the huge power in his body as he pleased, but also clearly felt the limit of the carrier. Not only that, the movements that were difficult to do in high-speed movements were easily achieved at the moment.

;The realm that skills cannot reach can not only be easily reached, but can even be easily exceeded.

A sense of freedom at will envelops him.

Everything was transformed into numbers in his brain, including his speed, energy lost, resistance to air, distance from the ground, wind direction on the ground, etc., all appeared in his mind and passed through his brain

The treatment becomes a tangible conclusion and feasibility report.

Just like when you open a plug-in in the game, you not only add all kinds of incredible buffs, but also plan countless attack methods for you. The result of each method will be instantly presented to your mind. And in

When dealing with an attack, all movement routes are planned, and the final result is also clearly presented in your mind. All you have to do is choose the best method.

The wonder of this abnormal feeling is that there is a large amount of complicated data flowing and changing in his brain, but it does not interfere with his thoughts, just like there are countless sets of parallel systems in his brain, which cooperate with each other,

It allowed him to reach the height of being able to control the world.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: "This is how it feels like combining the human brain with supercomputers to become a god on the Internet."

The feeling of transforming into God greatly stimulated Cheng Mo's body, secreting various hormones and creating a strong sense of excitement. This extreme excitement and heavy pain were entangled, repeatedly invading Cheng Mo's brain

.

Just like the taste of "spicy", it is obviously a pain, but it can stimulate the taste buds and make people unable to stop.

Cheng Mo remembered that there was a food called "Sauce-Ban Duck" in southern Hunan. It was made of many Chinese medicines. Even the people of southern Hunan who could eat spicy food, "Sauce-Ban Duck" was a perverted spicy level. Eating Sauce-Ban Duck is just about seeking abuse.

The process, but the magic of the sausage duck is that as long as you eat it, you can't stop at all. Drinking water, drinking alcohol, or drinking can't relieve the stimulation that is spicy to the depths of your soul, so you can only continue

Eat it and suppress the spicy taste that will explode in the mouth at any time.

The more you eat, the more spicy you get, the more spicy you eat, until your lips are red and swollen, until your eyes are whirling.

Perhaps there is no such food in the world that can better explain what "it's so delicious that I shed tears" than the sauce-pan duck?

"Pain and excitement are not incompatible emotions. No wonder the pleasure of killing can suppress the emotions of sadness."

Cheng Mo waved his wings and stopped urgently above Monsau Park. He had seen the magnetic levitation train from the three-dimensional map. He searched and found that there were only people in the cab and the last carriage. There was no doubt that the clown Sith was there.

The last carriage. At this time, the train is galloping 481 kilometers per hour. It will reach its current position in 20 seconds, driving in the Monsau Park section for about 1.3 seconds, and it must

Only when you use it 0.4 seconds in advance can you reach the predetermined position.

"If I can go home, I will definitely try the Sauce-Ban Duck."

Cheng Mo starts countdown.

When he counted "0", he used teleportation accurately in milliseconds, and then he incredibly entered the magnetic levitation train that was driving at high speed.

What's even more incredible is that he also locked the position of the clown Sith, and appeared out of thin air behind the clown Sith like a demon. He kicked the clown Sith down in the same posture just now, and stepped on the clown Sith's head covered with green algae.

Under the feet.

Even the movements did not change.

The white ceiling light shone the empty carriage without even the seats, but Cheng Mo stood in a thick shadow. This shadow was as physical as it could swallow the faint light of the ceiling light, only

The long and sharp beak on the mask pierced the darkness, indicating that there were objects in the darkness.

The clown Sith crawled at Cheng Mo's feet and found that there was no shadow of Cheng Mo on the ground. He grinned and made a "ho ho" sound, like laughing. Blood flowed from the corner of the clown Sith's mouth to the patterned steel floor.

The sticky red is soaked in silver plaids, showing a shocking and bloody beauty.

"Hey! Sailun, you really didn't disappoint me! You just can you change the way you say hello next time." The clown Sith did not hide his surprise, but he was not afraid at all in his tone.

"Next time?" Cheng Mo sneered, "It's time to end! Sith, it's your turn to be judged!"

"Joker Sith? You called me Mr. Sith just now!" Joker Sith struggled under Cheng Mo's feet twice, twisted his head, and changed into a position that was suitable for talking, "But it doesn't matter, just don't

He said to me righteously, "Judgement". Who is really not guilty to judge? First of all, you have to judge your chosen accomplices, who selfishly regard humanity as a tool for upgrading, a bargaining chip, and a sand table

Sign. In the eyes of all the chosen ones, ordinary people are just paving stones for them to promote the development of science and technology. Although technology has indeed improved human material life, it is just a tool for the chosen ones to fight. What's even more sad is that they are still

Used to strengthen the rule of the chosen ones. Look, in the past, they had only dared to live in the inner world, but now, they can't wait to jump out because they know that no one can threaten their rule anymore.

”

The clown Sith's voice became angry. He lay at Cheng Mo's feet, but seemed to be standing on the highly anticipated podium.

"Civilization has been extremely deformed by this group of parasites. People are fattened by capitalist butter cola, bound by consumerist houses and cars, brainwashed by the algorithms of the Internet, and become shameful and terrible giant babies.

Even the ability to engage in street sports has deteriorated, he is brainless and irritable, but he is so pitiful that he can't even mention a decent political slogan. Occupy Wall Street also gave at least a speech with Zizek's literary talent, and then it was given by the media.

Deliberately, the yellow vest has been used for so long, and the whole world has only seen the chaos in France. The young people decades ago also had political intuition that pointed directly at the class and the economic essence, but what about the young people now? They are capital oligarchs and

The evil bosses acted as gunmen. Not only did the lower classes be hostile to each other, but they also launched a new tribalistic movement. They have been completely tamed by capital and their brain capacity has completely shrunk." The clown Sith gasped twice

, whispered, "You can understand, I'm not an excuse, I'm just very upset, I'm going to throw some bombs and blow up this world full of garbage. What's the difference between them and what I do? Is it slavery

Is it nobler than killing?”

"Stop selling your cynical theories!" Cheng Mo was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Their guilt does not mean you are innocent."

"Of course I am innocent! I create disasters not to satisfy my selfish desires! But to save me! Sailun, I'm telling you so much, not to justify myself. I just want you to understand something, only death can

Let humans reflect! The more people die, the more important the people die, and the deeper the reflection will be, so I will become a disaster."

The clown Sith's words shocked Cheng Mo, and he couldn't help but think of Christinefield's "The Relics of the Black Death". Those scenes were deeply engraved in his mind, especially in the end.

The scene of the demon Alcon asked him in the sky, carrying seven stone tablets called "Arrogance, Jealousy, Furiousness, Laziness, Greediness, Gluttony and Lust" on his back: "Judge! Who is guilty?"

He replied at the time: "Human collective crime is the last resistance to the times, so if you want to save mankind, you must destroy this era, and if you want to destroy an era, you can only suffer disaster."
To be continued...