Roger muttered to himself, as if he were crazy, and he repeated this sentence for a long time.
The cold wind after the rain has not dissipated, and from time to time, continuous filaments fall down and streak across the rough metal.
Winter is coming to Old Dunling, and no one knows when the first snow will fall, dragging the city into a cold abyss.
"This war has gone on for too long, and what is the difference between the choices we make now and those we made thousands of years ago? We are still struggling to survive, praying for the slightest hope.
But has hope really come? Who can give us hope?
There is nothing, it’s all in vain.”
Roger felt his stomach churn, and he vomited a large amount of blood, followed by severe pain.
The scars left by consciousness are reflected on the body, which is on the verge of collapse. Even if he is affected by the Unspeakable, Roger is still no match for Edlen. He is the leader of the Demon Hunting Order, the Pope of the Evangelical Church, and the...
The original watchman.
He was born a powerful warrior, and even though he was tortured and troubled, he was still so strong.
Roger's ridicule in front of him was all forced. Adren was fully capable of killing him, but when he mobilized all his power, the Unspeakable would take advantage of it.
This was a trap, but Adren was very alert and never stepped into it.
"Someone always needs to make changes. In this case, why not choose to embrace great sublimation? Perhaps this is the destined way out for mankind."
Roger seemed to be talking to someone, and seemed to be talking to himself endlessly.
His consciousness is hazy, and the part belonging to "Roger Cruz" has been contaminated many years ago. He has been distorted and crushed, leaving only a broken will, dominated by darkness, making the final resistance.
Roger knew very well that he had died a long time ago. Both "Roger Cruz" and "Edron Levien" were the same. They both died in the Well of Sublimation many years ago. The only person who walked out of it was
They are just driven souls.
"Someone always needs to break the ice, someone always needs to make a change."
Roger slowly clenched his fists and tried to stand up, but the wind here was strong and howling by, bringing a biting chill.
The majestic scenery came into view, and a vague figure stood on top of the solitary spire.
"It's so beautiful..."
Looking down at the old Dunling, Roger sighed.
He stood on the towering spire, which was the highest point of Old Dunling. From here, he could easily see the whole of Old Dunling, overlooking this complex and sophisticated city, and under Roger was Jingcheng.
The core of the institution.
Shattered Dome.
Among the churning sea of clouds, Roger could see the sneaking iron whales, which were swimming and hovering over the old Dunling, casting a glow, gazing at the earth and observing the people and things on it.
"Change is always unsettling, but as long as you adapt, it will be fine. Just like 'evolution', human beings are constantly evolving, discarding the useless and making use of all available tools." Roger said and made an amazing sound.
Trembling laughter.
"This is the eve of upgrading, the first step in the great sublimation of mankind. Maybe... maybe in this sublimation, self-consciousness is a bad trait that needs to be eliminated?"
Dots of black appeared in the whites of Roger's eyes, like humor dripping into clear water. It began to spread and infect, and the darkness continued to spread until the entire whites of his eyes were smeared into absolute darkness.
There was no light to illuminate it, as if Roger had lost his eyes, leaving only the dark sockets, and the end of this deep darkness was the lightless abyss.
"I was right."
Roger stood up and stepped forward to the steep edge.
"If you think I am wrong, then kill me and deny me."
Sharp black armor enveloped him, and the accreted metal hardness formed sharp spikes in his hands. Roger jumped up, like falling thunder.
…
"Order the Mechanical Institute to speed up the arming of riot suppressors. All riot suppressors who have been protected by holy silver and antimemetics are immediately placed in various places in Old Dunling and are waiting for help."
Gareth walked quickly through the corridors, and the people around him followed his instructions, distributing orders one after another to various departments.
As the order was conveyed, the personnel left one after another, and in the end only Gareth and Percival were left behind.
Although Gareth is a knight commander, in fact, due to his long-term stationing in the Broken Dome, his position is much higher than other knight commanders. It can be said that after Arthur was killed, he was the second in command of the Purge Agency.
Commander, sit in the Shattered Dome and continue to command the battlefield.
Therefore, Percival also had to follow behind him, waiting for Gareth's instructions.
"Every outpost has also entered a state of preparation for war. They have enough supplies. Once a wave of monsters breaks out, they will be responsible for sheltering citizens and establishing positions."
Percival followed Gareth, holding a stack of documents in his hand, waiting for Gareth's signature.
"How is it over there at the Platinum Palace?" Gareth asked.
"The Queen stated that she would obey the arrangements of the purification agency and that there was no need for too much defense. She even said that we could completely abandon the Platinum Palace," Percival responded. "The Victoria family is troubled by the King's Curse and does not have a large population. There is no need
Too much care.”
"Well, then place the excess power at the Central Railway Station. We must ensure that no demon can escape from Old Dunling."
Gareth didn't care either. In this case, the survival of the Platinum Palace was not important.
"But is this really okay? Treat the entire Old Dunling as a battlefield?"
Percival was very worried. This city was filled with the power of purge agencies, but at the same time, there were countless citizens living here. Once a battle broke out, they would not be spared.
"There is nothing we can do about it. Jiudunling is the city where the purge agency has the deepest roots. Only here, we have an extremely complete power system, and only here, at such a high price, can we lure the enemy deeper.
.
Purification mechanism, Platinum Palace... We will live and die with the old Dun Ling."
A bloody battle was described in Gareth's mind. Old Dunling was caught in the flames of war. Bloodstained rioters were rushing through the city. Along with the sky full of fire, the iron whales fell one after another.
, burning thousands of demons until only their bodies are left.
He could already smell the smell of blood in the air, as if countless corpses were falling around him.
Unlike others, Gareth is a native of Old Dunling, and he has a deep affection for this place, not to mention that he has been stationed at the Broken Dome for a long time, watching the city constantly changing from this highest point.
"Ah... you look really busy. Have you considered going to the ground to take a look?"
Percival casually said that she was the most unorthodox among the knight commanders. She always said some inexplicable things. Fortunately, she was not as prone to illness as Lorenzo. Others were quite tolerant of her, such as Garret.
S.
"The ground? Why are you going to the ground?" Gareth only had work in his mind and didn't understand what Percival meant.
Percival looked at him strangely, and then couldn't help but ask.
"How long has it been since you've been above ground? One year? Two years?"
"Four years," Gareth replied. "The knight captain I became four years ago has been stationed in the Broken Dome for a long time."
"Four years!"
Percival's voice became louder, "Are you going to live and eat here all the time?"
"Otherwise? You know the regulations. The Broken Dome has the highest level of confidentiality, and approval is required to go to and from the ground."
"So you're too lazy to go back? You've been lazy for four years?"
Gareth sighed and said, "Commanding and controlling the entire Old Dunling is not an easy job. What if something goes out of control if I leave?"
"You are really a workaholic." Percival patted his shoulder vigorously.
"Just dedicated and dedicated."
Gareth slowed down and looked at the city in the mist as he passed by the window.
"What's the matter?" asked Percival.
“What a wonderful city.”
Gareth looked at everything prosperous and couldn't help but sigh, "And all of this will eventually fall into the flames of war."
Percival didn't say anything. She didn't have much love for this city. In other words, to Percival, this was just a city. If there was anything special, it was the headquarters of her company. Other than that, there was nothing special.
Something else.
But this was different for Gareth, and she knew this very well. Gareth liked the old Dunling, and even liked it a little bit crazy. A long time ago, she often used this to tease Gareth.
Gareth's background is very ordinary. His family has lived in Old Dunling for generations and has witnessed the rise of this city. It's a pity that Gareth's family is not a noble. Otherwise, they could still call themselves a century-old noble.
He likes this city. Gareth grew up with this city. After graduating, he applied for a municipal-related career. Gareth had a great resume and passed all the requirements perfectly, but he only
Something is missing.
Such as luck.
Gareth's spot was taken out by a guy who came through the back door.
This happened a long time ago, but thinking about it now, Percival couldn't help laughing.
"What's wrong?"
Gareth turned around and said doubtfully.
"nothing."
Percival waved his hand and continued to remember.
The ending is very simple. Gareth is unemployed. He squatted in the city hall for a week and finally squatted down the damn guy. He dragged him into the alley and gave him a hard education with a stick. By the way, he let the guy
Used a cane.
After three days on the run, Gareth was caught and imprisoned, and on the eve of his trial, he joined the Purge.
"Do you remember our first meeting?" Percival asked.
Gareth recalled for a moment, remembering those bad things, he had a gloomy face. Seeing his expression, the smile on Percival's face became even wider.
"Wow, you were beaten so badly back then."
The guy Gareth beat had some background. Of course, without the background, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing as going through the back door. He was almost beaten to death in prison. The day before he was tried, he didn't have "Percival" at that time.
She met Gareth in the name of.
"We have reviewed your information and it is perfect and clean, except for this new crime you recently added."
Percival said to this guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Keep silent? You will be sentenced next. That guy has some background. You may be sentenced to a severe sentence. Although you will not die, it may be a few years later when you are free again.
."
Still silent, Gareth knew very well that he was just an ordinary person. There was nothing he could do now. The only thing he could do was regret, regretting why he didn't kill that guy.
"Well... we can give you a new job, but of course the risk is very high, and you also need to sign a bunch of confidentiality agreements, as well as accidental death and the like.
In short, as long as you are willing to join us, you can escape judgment."
Gareth raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. He had heard these words to some extent, saying that some people who were tried would get a new opportunity to engage in certain high-risk jobs on the eve of the trial.
They said that this was the second use of these "scum" by the old Dunling. Gareth thought it was some urban legend, but today he actually encountered it.
"What job."
He was a little moved. After all, no one wants to be locked up for several years.
"You're familiar with this, it's related to 'municipal'."
Percival smiled.
After a brief silence, Gareth cursed angrily.
"Municipality! It's the fucking municipality again!"
If it weren't for the shackles that bound his hands, Gareth might actually get up and start a fight with Percival.
"We can add some additional conditions to you."
Percival opened the suitcase and took out some documents, waiting only for Gareth's signature.
"for example?"
"For example, you can beat that guy again and break his other leg. Don't worry, there won't be any problems. After all, after signing him, you will also have a 'background'."
Gareth was silent for a few seconds before he asked.
"Where do I sign?"
Gareth joined the purge organization. On the night he was released from prison, an unlucky man's home was invaded by gangsters. The gangsters did not steal property or kill anyone, but just beat the unlucky man. When the unlucky man was discharged from the hospital,
He left in a wheelchair.
After that, he also showed his worth, constantly completing one dangerous mission after another. After being promoted to Knight Commander, he even showed off his "municipal" ability in the Broken Dome.
Under the command of Gareth, the complex systems of Old Dunling were carried out in an orderly manner, bringing every inch of the city under control.
"You are really optimistic." Gareth couldn't help but said, his eyes full of depression and sadness.
"Soon, this city will be covered in flames of war, and many people will die, but these are necessary sacrifices."
Unlike the heartless Percival, Gareth is full of affection for this city and always feels that there is a better solution.
A better... solution...
Suddenly Gareth stopped walking, a storm of thoughts exploded in his mind. He turned around slowly and looked at Percival with a gloomy look.
Percival couldn't help but take a step back. To be honest, she was frightened by Gareth's eyes. Perhaps due to the fatigue of the past few days, Gareth's eye sockets were sunken deeply. In the shadows, he could see the eyes.
The bloodshot eyes were all over the place, like a lone wolf chasing its prey day and night.
"What...what happened?" Percival asked.
"Do you think this death row plan is complete?"
Gareth questioned Percival, feeling heavy pressure on his body.