"It's just like the Betelgeuse 'Battle of Tannenberg' where Ashla's entire army was wiped out." He blurted out, his mind was confused due to the drug control, and he didn't even know why he said this.
"This is a dignified departure. Death by injection. I promise you will not suffer any pain." Zigeng turned around and waved, asking an attendant to bring an exquisite medical box with a fluorescent red injection suspended in it.
, bring it to the deacon to see.
"You will feel very sleepy, like you are about to fall asleep and fall asleep..."
"Maybe I woke up from a dream. Finally, I woke up." Kalki raised his head and looked at the darkness around him, his eyes reflecting the dreamy clear light like the reflection of gems.
This has been such a long dream, nearly thirty-three years.
"Is there really no request?" Zigeng asked.
After hesitating for a moment, he said: "I want to see my wife Yerou, and I want to obtain her forgiveness before I die."
"Shankara, you are here."
Trisilas, the Minister of the Interior, still wears the large cloak. He is half a head taller than the average white tiger knight. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is as tall as a mountain peak.
This man who can make Plato people tremble is also as cold as ice and seems to have no emotions. This can be felt from the sculptural outline of the iron mask under the shadow of his hood. He seems to be like a tireless hound, sniffing carefully.
, chasing their prey, ruthlessly tearing them apart, and enjoying the scene of the killing.
Shankara also wore a traditional knight's cloak, looking elegant and slender. He flipped down his wide flip-up hat, revealing his long dark shiny shawl hair.
This time, someone brought him out of the closed Trayest Mausoleum without anyone noticing. This time, there was no time for him to tie his hair in a bun, nor did he have the time to walk in the Forbidden Palace.
With a sense of etiquette like walking on thin ice, he was almost pulled onto the fastest official boat and arrived at the most magnificent and towering buildings in "Putu Luojia" at lightning speed.
For the first time he met Triscillas, also known as the "Emperor's Hound."
This mysterious Minister of the Interior is so cold that he doesn’t look like flesh and blood, and he doesn’t even have a sense of age. But he has gone into the Holy of Holies to pray in front of a curtain. Faced with this person who can make everyone tremble, Shang Jie
Luo looked very calm, maintaining the upright demeanor of Plato's knights.
"It's best to leave this matter to you. Let's make a long story short. Time is running out." His secret immediate boss spoke directly, with a straight-to-the-point style.
This incident broke many of the conventions that the Ministry of Home Affairs was supposed to abide by, which made Shankara uneasy because the last extraordinary mission was so unexpected.
"The three elders took control of the Military Privy Council and signed the execution of Kalki against all odds."
"What?!" Shankara shouted, "This is impossible!!"
"Nothing is impossible. This is a secret message from Osning. After dawn in the morning, he will be executed by the military commission."
Under the dim light, Shankara's brown-green eyes suddenly widened, showing a hint of panic.
After the "bloody contest", they all fell into a coma, but in the end they were not embarrassed or held accountable. The dead and injured were properly dealt with, and all the young people were transferred back from the distant front lines and returned to their own Bukhara safely, as if this
It is the privilege of the military nobles. They thought that Kalki would not suffer too much punishment, but each department of Plato worked independently and knew almost nothing about the outside world. Everyone was only required to perform their duties and could only have the best intentions.
look forward to.
"Karki is the best general, no one can match him. The Senate has broken its own arms..." The young knights were so frightened that they could hardly speak. In their thinking, this person who was not executed
possibility.
"Haha." Triscillas laughed gloomily, "In this cruel game, only those with value can survive. When a person's harm has exceeded his value, the stronger his ability,
The sooner you will be kicked out."
Shankara stood there dumbly. The situation was now beyond the scope of his role as an advisor.
"God is like a bad screenwriter, who can kill people at any moment, and fate is fickle, like the most ruthless prostitute, who plays with people." The Minister of the Interior said coldly, as if he was gritting his teeth to feel the pain.
"I think Kalki has used up several lifetimes of his life."
"No! I think you must have a way, otherwise I wouldn't be here now, there are still three hours before dawn." Shankara's face looked as pale as paper against the backdrop of his disheveled dark hair.
"You are indeed very smart and a talented person. The saint is very satisfied with your work. You will definitely have a bright future in the future."
"I don't expect the saint's grace to be great. I just want to save Kalki. He is our grand leader, the only one, forever."
"The greatest good thing about this man is that he has a group of brothers like you who are willing to risk your life for him. The tall tower of Trayestri Mausoleum has not collapsed, and the water of Maya Lake has not dried up. It is precisely because of this kind of coexistence and coexistence.
The love of dead brothers is far better than the disharmony of blood relatives."
Shankara suddenly felt that this was a true expression of true feelings. This ice man under the iron mask actually had emotions.
"what should we do?"
"The saint won't let him die, so he won't die, so go ahead."
"Saint? Why?"
"I said, value. Life and death only depend on value. For the three elders, killing Kalki is a stop loss. For the Holy One, Kalki still has value to live."
"What kind of value?"
"Young man, you've asked too many questions. Go ahead. Time is running out. It's going to be daybreak."
Shankara did not expect that his die-hard loyalty to Kalki could impress a legendary living dead who was completely emotionless and cold.
The interests of Plato's various parties seemed to conflict with Kalki. This man with weaknesses and mistakes was the most capable commander and no one could replace him.
During the half hour of waiting, Kalki felt uneasy for the first time in his life. Yerou was the white moonlight in his heart and the person he owed the most to.
He didn't have much attachment to this world, and his farewell to Xuanji had already been sent out, but he couldn't face Ye Rou, a good girl who was innocently involved.
The door to the small enclosed space suddenly opened, and he quickly turned around.
"Why is it you?" he said in surprise, "Where is my wife?"
Zi Geng, still wearing the uniform of a military commission judge, walked over with the upright posture of an old knight.
"I said I will do my best to help you do it, but that's all."
"What do you mean? Yerou, she..."
Hearing the somewhat heavy words of the Supreme Judge, he suddenly had a bad feeling.