When the deacons left, Night Rose smiled charmingly at Qin Tian, as happy as a little girl who had proved her strength.
"Are you okay?" Thinking of the terrible sequelae, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Everything seems to be over. People really can't change many things that cannot be changed." Night Rose answered the question incorrectly.
"Why did you say that suddenly?"
"That statue is my mother. The man in the tomb once thought he could protect this woman for a lifetime, but in the end he ended my mother's life with his own hands after reincarnation. Strong men of the blood race will not disappear after death, they will only
Sinking into eternal petrification, my mother did not make any resistance. She just asked for her death to be placed next to this man's grave, even though she knew that the man in this grave was no longer alive. Do you think my mother is stupid?
"
"I have always felt that I was an abandoned person until he made me find the value of existence and taught me the strongest transformation. But now I have betrayed her. Because I know that I am not living for her.
But live for yourself.”
"But it's too late to say anything now. I don't have much time. My body can't bear it no matter what after performing the third Myriad Calamity Transformation." These words shocked Qin Tian, but the Rose of the Night
Not giving him a chance to speak, he continued talking to himself.
"Actually, I often feel that you are very similar to President Qingcheng. You are obviously a person without emotions, but you pretend to be very emotional. You can refuse frankly, but you still accept it silently. I know you have never
You have never loved me, and you only saved me because you are very soft-hearted and kind. Just to survive in this world, you will soon find that you must change. Your character is really too cowardly. As a strong man of the generation,
Many emotions are dispensable."
"My last wish is, can you hug me before I disappear? As a friend I have known for a short time."
Night Rose's words echoed in Qin Tian's mind like a bomb. Now Qin Tian discovered that he had no extra emotions. All his actions were just an instinctive reaction, like a false mask.
The true side is always buried in the bottom of my heart, so I have forgotten the true self. This feeling seems to be a natural indifference, but now Qin Tiancai discovered such a terrible thing.
The way of heaven is ruthless, and you are the most suitable person for it. The words of the old Taoist priest rang in Qin Tian's ears.
For a necromancer who has no superfluous emotions, you are the only one who can transcend death. Douglas also said something similar.
There was a battle between heaven and man in his mind, so he just put all thoughts aside. After hesitating for a long time, Qin Tian silently walked forward and hugged the night rose.
The beauty of a moment fades away in an instant.
The figure of the night rose slowly faded in Qin Tian's embrace. The wind suddenly picked up, causing the rose petals to dance in the air.
"You must find yourself." The last parting words, Night Rose finally smiled at the end, Qin Tian could feel the joy in her heart.
"Have you found yourself?" Qin Tian looked at the rose petals in his hand and muttered to himself.
The deacons who left obviously did not know what happened in the tomb. Although Knight Cod had a trace of worry about Qingcheng in his heart, he just thought of the old and new problems of the Demon Hunter Union, and his worries were immediately overshadowed by the upcoming conflict between the old and the new.
occupied by conflict.
In recent years, the Witcher Guild has been divided into conservative and radical factions. The radical faction is led by young demon hunters, plus some careerists with ulterior motives. They clamor for a sky that belongs to the demon hunters, hoping to get rid of one superpower and many powerful ones.
situation, secret negotiations with the werewolves and other forces who are the world's enemies, there is a faint hint of betraying the tradition of the witcher. The conservatives, mainly the deacons from all continents, hope to maintain a neutral attitude and only abide by the witcher tradition.
People's traditional way of doing things does not involve possible changes in the pattern. This cautious attitude can be said to be watching the fire from the other side and never getting into trouble.
Neither of the two factions can convince the other. Although the conservative deacons have the upper hand, the radical young demon hunters are likely to challenge the bottom line of the conservatives and make things get out of hand. And the biggest problem is
The president's attitude has always been to praise the radicals. The advantage that the conservatives finally gained may soon be gone.
Today's sunset seems to be extraordinarily long. Until now, the sun is still radiating its enthusiasm, dyeing the whole city golden. In the capital hall of the Witcher Guild, there is a throne at the end of the red carpet, wearing a black evening dress.
Qingcheng is sitting on the throne, and kneeling on both sides are medieval knights.
"You guys, go hunt down the rebellious Rose of the Night and Qin Tian." Qingcheng said.
"Yes, Your Majesty." One of the knights in armor agreed, but after hesitating for a moment, he still asked: "Your Majesty, the current situation is not peaceful. If someone suddenly attacks, your Majesty's safety will be in danger..."
"Don't you obey my orders too?" Qingcheng said coldly, interrupting the knight's words.
"Yes, my Majesty." Following the knight's words, all the knights withdrew from the hall, leaving only Qingcheng in the entire hall.
The deacons headed by Cord happened to meet the knights who were going out, but the knights completely ignored them, which made the deacons on guard and nervous for a while.
"Go in." Deacon Cod opened the door. Qingcheng in black dress was sitting there facing the deacons who came in. Even though they were blind, each deacon still felt that there were eyes watching them.
"I already know your purpose of coming." Before any of the deacons could speak, Qingcheng spoke first.
"Now that Your Majesty already knows, what do you think? The inheritance and destiny of the demon hunters all lie with Your Majesty." Cord is worthy of being the First Deacon, and did not panic because of Qingcheng's preemptive strike.
Qingcheng did not answer his words, but turned towards the window. The light of the sun outside had dimmed a lot, and the sunlight shining on Qingcheng's face was soft and a bit cold.
"Many times, people think they have clearly seen the essence of the world. But in fact, they are blinded by the appearance of the world. Many times, although people cannot see the world clearly, they can understand the essence of the world. You think you can see the world clearly.
In the future of the witcher, it is as ridiculous as seeing the moon in a mirror in the water. Only I can truly lead the witcher to glory."
"So, how do you plan to lead the Demon Hunter to glory?" A deacon couldn't help but ask.
"With the blood of you and others, we will move towards glory step by step." Qingcheng said with a slight smile. All the deacons suddenly felt a pain in their bodies, and then they lost all strength as if they were poisoned. Young faces appeared one after another.
In the hall, there were more young demon hunters with weapons in their hands.
"You betrayed us?" Looking at these familiar young demon hunters and their former hopes, some deacons couldn't help but ask.
"It's just that you didn't see the situation clearly." One of the young demon hunters said, and directly chopped off his superior's head with a sword. Others followed suit, and for a while the hall was filled with fallen corpses.
"Why?" Knight Kord asked, and what he answered was the ax of one of his assistants. There were splashes of blood and eyes that never closed. Many times, there was no answer to the question.
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." Qingcheng on the throne suddenly said softly.
Outside the window, there was a bloody setting sun.
When night fell, the killing was over. Excited faces stood in the center of the Shura field.
"From now on, you will be the deacons of each region." There was a sneer on the corner of Qingcheng's mouth, but how could the various demon hunters who were intoxicated with joy discover it?
