Everything has the meaning of existence only when it is needed, but Feier only used four simple and cold words to deny such meaning. When she said the words "I don't need it", her expression was definitely better than Ringer's
Any prosecutor or lawyer I have ever seen is so calm that he can remain indifferent to the atrocities happening in front of him and just bang the gavel of conviction simply to fulfill his duties.
A ridiculous feeling surged in Ringer's heart.
"You mean, a world without magicians, aliens, extraordinary beings, monsters, and gods is your ideal world?"
"That's right." Feier's tone became brisk, and she was happy that Ringer finally understood what she meant: "So we don't need to conquer, let alone rely on cultural, political, economic and other factors for peaceful evolution.
, just need to eliminate them all, like now-"
She raised her hand and pointed to the dark swamp blocked by the stand. A group of silver-white birds were flying over the top of the mangrove, releasing flickering fireworks from the barrel. The entire forest was ignited at once, including the cold and dirty muddy water.
They are all burning, and in the sky-high flames, each figure is wailing crazily, fleeing, falling down, or simply burying himself in the swamp. Even if he drowns in the dark and suffocating water, it is better than having his body torn apart by these cold gunfire.
, blasted into residue.
"What, this scene is spectacular, isn't it?" There was a chilling chill in her casual tone: "Xugen Swamp is the last gathering place for aliens on the Silkilia Peninsula, and Silver Moon is the most stubborn among them.
resistance forces. I never thought of conquering them, and peaceful coexistence is even more of a joke. Only by wiping them all out today will the swamps of tomorrow grow lush mangroves on top of their corpses, and then breed more lives.
——So you see, they are actually not that important. Without them, the swamp will be just as prosperous, and the world will not be unable to function because of the lack of anyone, Mr. Ringer."
Ringer found that his lips were a little dry, like the arid earth on the verge of cracking. Perhaps it was because of the flames that broke through the night, but in fact the temperature of the fire was far away from here, and he was far from being in the sea of fire at this moment.
Every living thing feels deeply, only the tip of the nose is always lingering with the miserable and low cold wind, the whistling sound is like a sob. The surrounding leaves are rustling, and the smallest insect in the bush is also shrinking its body hard, lest it
Noticed by a pair of extremely cold eyes.
He tried his best to speak, and his voice was so hoarse that he was surprised: "Your career is really crazy."
"Maybe, but this is the only way to open a new world." Feier laughed, and people admired her nerves for being able to laugh out loud under such circumstances: "Unfortunately, here
There are too many people, and the Eden Project is the top secret within the association, so I can't tell you in detail how wonderful the ideal world it pursues is - you just need to know that in our Garden of Eden, we don't need those who are willing to accept it.
Fallen souls will do."
Project Eden?
Ringer silently wrote down this word, and at the same time observed the expressions and movements of the enemies around him, trying to see the slightest hesitation or confusion. But there was no, neither the two philosophers who were the core members of the Witch Association and Ronning Lavelle
, or the Magic Knights and Constructed Marines that surrounded them, their expressions never changed, and their alert postures were highly consistent, as if they were chess legions carved from the same mold. Such indifferent attitude meant that they were either being
Brainwashed, or agreeing with Feir's rhetoric from the bottom of his heart, no matter which possibility, it makes people feel a chilling horror.
Are these guys, members of the Witch Association, all a bunch of lunatics?
Ringer had to question the difficulty of the actual operation: "You can't kill all the aliens and magicians. Such an ideal world only exists in the ideal."
"We can." Feier's rebuttal tone was unquestionable, as if he was declaring an established fact or announcing a conclusive truth: "Because we have already done this."
From the city of Linwell to the city of Rosting, from Nimsher to the Scycilia Peninsula, from the Kingdom of Great Brita to the Great Empire of Mindrias, from the Sigiriya Continent to the East Diphant Continent...
...The combined forces of the religious orders spread throughout the mirror star world, and the butcher knife of the Witch Association followed closely. The Crusaders of the Crimson Church swept away the magicians who were attached to the country and city-states, and the night watchmen of the Night Sanctuary were in the city.
Alien lives are harvested in the shadow corners, and the balance of order that judges the Holy See walks day and night in the inaccessible wilderness mountains, burying souls who are trying to survive. The resistance of the resisters will only remain verbal and spiritual, but the real
Those who pursue great causes have actually taken action.
No one can stop this process. It is as simple as an apple falling to the ground when it is ripe, and eating when a person is hungry. It is inevitable and natural.
Ringer was speechless.
"Why?"
A voice suddenly said sadly: "Why do you want to do such a thing?"
Saint Xalia looked at the girl on the hillside with a sad and complicated look. Her unrestrained emotional expression was something that Ringo had never seen in the short time since he knew her. But what needs to be noted is that her expression
Neither angry nor questioning, but...disappointed.
It was as if she was standing in a natural and appropriate position, and had a reason to be disappointed with what Feir had done. Although what such a position represented and where did such reasons come from, in those vague and incomprehensible
In the memory of the state, no answer has been found so far. At this moment, the shepherd girl may have acted based on some instinct inherited from a long time ago.
Feier's eyes met hers in mid-air, and he saw that the desolate ink-like night had coated her bright golden eyes with a layer of dark sadness. In an instant, she felt like she had seen her before, and the memory that had been dusted for a long time seemed to have returned.
It began to invade her mind. She suddenly felt dizzy. She reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, trying her best to relieve the melancholy caused by being trapped in the past. This is a common symptom for everyone who has an impression of their past life.
, cannot be eliminated and cannot be cured.
She licked her lips and said in a voice so heavy that only she could hear: "It's so similar."
Logically speaking, only she could hear the volume at this volume, but Saint Xalia captured her soliloquy with some spiritual intuition or gifted emotion. She looked at the girl's appearance intently.
The presiding judge did not want to miss any change in her words or demeanor: "Who does it look like?"
Feier didn't expect that she would still hear her when she deliberately lowered her voice. She was startled for a moment. After she realized what she was doing, she showed a somewhat complicated smile and then sighed softly: "Xiatis... you and her are very close."
Like."
This is the second time everyone has heard this name from her mouth.
Feier looked at St. Shalia in trance. Her expression, her tone, and the movement of her quietly clenched palms all felt so familiar.
In my impression, the same is true for that girl. She always speaks softly and softly, and when she looks at people, her eyes are so gentle and peaceful that they seem to melt. She is never angry, let alone angry at the people around her.
She is used to taking everyone's faults on herself, thinking that she did not teach her sisters well, which is why they made mistakes. Therefore, when someone is naughty, she will never scold or reprimand, but will be as sad as before
Just ask: "Why do you do such a thing?"
Faced with this sentence, even the most naughty and playful person among them would feel so guilty and sad that he could not breathe. He would cry and admit his mistake to her, and then be held in her arms tenderly by her, stroking his hair.
Comforting softly, I feel very shy, but also feel a sense of peace of mind from the bottom of my heart.
To be fair, she is indeed a very good, very good, very good sister. Even today, Feier still thinks so and firmly believes that other sisters think so. She ranks lower among all the sisters, so
She has many sisters. She respects Sister Carabosse, trusts Sister Pereke, loves Sister Eve, and is willing to talk to Sister Aurora about her feelings...but perhaps the sister she loves most in her heart is always her.
However, that is already a very distant thing.
It was so far away that she felt that she would no longer be dominated by such emotions.
But why do you still subconsciously shift your gaze, not daring to look at the girl with the familiar long cyan hair and golden eyes in front of you?
"If," Saint Xalia suddenly asked hesitantly, "if the person standing here at this moment is not me, but the Miss Xia Tisi you are talking about, will you be willing to listen to her?"
This sentence made Feier's heart suddenly twitch. She stared at the girl in front of her, convinced that she had no signs of recovering her memory, and the lack of anchor point did not allow it. In this case, why would she ask such a question?
Is it spiritual intuition or some premonition?
Ah, I forgot about it.
She is the king of [destiny].
Feier twitched the corner of her mouth in a subtle way, feeling quite self-deprecating in her heart: "I think... no way."
"Why?"
"Because."
Feier paused for a moment, as if to give herself enough time to mentally prepare, and then slowly said word by word: "Didn't I mention it to you? That Miss Shatis and I -" "But the enemy."