There are many nursing homes for the elderly in the Eilanhir Empire. Some nursing homes are of high standard, while others are simply places to care for the elderly.
In those high-standard nursing homes, there are many elderly people who are hundreds of years old. They were once the most powerful magicians in the world, but now they are in their twilight years, and their old bodies can only lie in rocking chairs most of the time.
, as quiet as a potted plant.
In a magician's nursing home in the Holy Demon Region, an old man was being helped by a young man to get onto a very comfortable maglev car.
Why are maglev vehicles still called cars? This is an embarrassing detail left over from the rapid development of the times - the official name has been clear that the name of this car is a maglev tram, but everyone is still willing to call it a car casually to prove themselves.
Can't keep up with the development of the times.
"Teacher...are you...really going there?" As he was helping the old man get into the car, the young man in the magic robe finally couldn't help but ask.
The old man took the cane handed to him by the young man, and after the young man got into the car and sat in the passenger seat, he smiled and said: "My child, I am already old. In fact, this world has left me too much."
Pity."
When he talked about this, his eyes were full of loneliness, because those were the mistakes he had truly made, mistakes that could never be corrected in his lifetime.
Perhaps, if the Eilanhir Empire had never appeared, then these mistakes might not be called faults, but there are no assumptions in this world, so he can only feel sad about his past.
He said lonelyly: "When I was young, I made many mistakes. I despised my compatriots and regarded people like me as nothing."
As he spoke, his eyes became a little moist: "At that time, I was no different from a devil. I used to think that as a magician, I was superior to others. This mistake makes me feel guilty until now."
When talking about this, he recalled his past, those bad pasts that gradually became distant and could hardly be remembered.
Once, he stood astride the dragon's back, overlooking the panicked and screaming crowd at his feet. He let his dragon tear apart the woman's body, and watched the rolling dragon flames swallow up the houses full of villagers.
Once, he was hovering in mid-air, in the roaring wind, watching the charging giant horse cavalry smash the mortal empire's coalition forces with a single charge. Countless magic fireballs burned on the battlefield, accompanied by the mortal soldiers.
A scream of despair.
At that time, he did not feel that he was killing people. In his eyes, these mortals were slaves, food, wealth, and resources that could be squandered... except that they were not human beings.
Recalling this, his voice became trembling. He looked at his young apprentice in the co-pilot and said with regret: "Most of my time has been wasted on internal friction and plunder. Those degenerates
The days often wake me up from nightmares.”
After recalling the past that made him miserable, he remembered the picture of the rising light.
So his tone became obviously more relieved, and he continued: "All of this continued until the emergence of the Ailanshir Empire, and I truly realized that I had been wasting my life from beginning to end.
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Once the excuse "Magic is the only hope for mankind" is overturned, the theoretical basis for the magical world to exploit the mortal world will collapse instantly.
Only then did countless magicians realize that in their long lives in the past, the lives they despised were all "human beings" like them!
This impact was actually a nuclear bomb in the spiritual world. The fact that magicians were able to surrender to the Elanthir Empire in a short period of time was directly related to the complete destruction of their theories.
The theories they believed in disappeared. The magicians who sought the truth and thought they were saving the world were instantly defeated by what they had done.
They were eager to redeem themselves from their sins, and the Eilanhir Empire became their only choice. With an alternative spiritual support, many ideas naturally fell into place.
The old man sat in the car, feeling the almost unnoticeable bumps. The maglev tram swayed slightly in the airflow and moved forward smoothly on the second-level floating highway.
The advancement of technology allows people to enjoy life. Magic and technology complement each other, creating today's Ailan Hill.
Many ultra-modern technologies that civilizations on earth would never dare to imagine have become simple and reliable with the blessing of magic.
The combination of floating magic array and magnetic levitation technology has made this kind of magnetic levitation tram popular, speeding through the streets and alleys of the Eilanhir Empire.
Like traditional cars, they played an important role in the progress of the empire and witnessed its glory.
"But, teacher... you have already participated in many transformations of magic technology in the empire, there is no need to..." The young man was still unwilling to give up and continued to speak, trying to persuade his teacher to give up the idea of persistence.
Although he knew it was impossible, he still wanted to give it a try. After all, the path his teacher chose was an almost despairing road to salvation.
The old man withdrew his gaze from the bustling scenery outside the car window, shook his head and said: "His Majesty the Emperor redeemed me and allowed me to find the direction of the development of magic, so I spent all my life learning and participated in the development and creation of countless magical technologies.
among.”
"At that time, I was very high-spirited. I was watching the rapid rise of human civilization, and watching the Empire of Airanhill becoming a great interstellar empire..." The old man seemed to have thought about it. He was sitting in the laboratory, watching his disciples and grandchildren fighting for
The busy figure of technology.
In the past few years, the time when he still had the energy to lead the team to tackle key problems was probably the most memorable time in his life.
At that time, he could really be said to have achieved his life goal. He led his motherland on the road of development and used what he had learned throughout his life to benefit all people.
But this kind of comparison made him blame himself even more. Of his more than three hundred years of life, two hundred and ninety years were wasted...or, in other words, it might as well be wasted.
Those two hundred and ninety years, from his current perspective, were nothing but accumulation of sin! This made him hate himself, and he also hated this era in his deep love.
Yes, he hates this era. He would always dream about it. When he was young, the Empire of Eilandhill had already risen.
Just like Master William, who has become the leader of the empire's magic research and development department at a young age, he can dedicate his life to a great empire like Eilanhir without having to bear any sinful past.
A pure life! A life without stains... He will not betray like Frunzberg. He will definitely stand firmly under the banner of the Eilandhill Empire and use his magic knowledge to promote the progress of this era!
No one is unwilling to be the founder of the times, and no one is unwilling to learn what he has learned throughout his life to become the cornerstone of the development of civilization.
"Now, someone wants to take away everything from me! Destroy the meaning of my life... Everything I am proud of has been wiped out... Boy, I can't lie in bed and wait for this to happen." Ever since, the old man changed.
He became angry, clenched his fists that could hardly be clenched, and spoke while suppressing his anger.
After finishing speaking, he reluctantly let go of his palm, looked at the age spots on it, sighed and continued: "Unfortunately, I am old... If I were ten years younger, then I would rather pick up the long sword.
, activate the magic, go to the front line and take a good look at who is the bastard who dares to desecrate my motherland."
He looked at his arms, which were gradually getting thinner due to lack of nutrition, at the wrinkled skin on them, and at the bony palms. His eyes were full of regret: "I am now over three hundred years old, and I have reached the end of my life."
At the end of the world, there is no way to fight side by side with those young people anymore."
If, if it really could make him dozens of years younger, or a hundred years younger, he could still fight even without electromagnetic rifles, even without those powerful weapons!
Even if he only has an armor with carved patterns, even if he only has a long sword that can be infused with magic, he can still kill the enemy bravely!
Even in the face of the most cruel and powerful enemy, he can still move forward! This is not bragging!
Back then, he regarded human life as nothing, and he once fought on the front line against the demons. At that time, Greken did not have ballistic missiles, and at that time Greken did not have MiG-21 fighter jets...
"According to the laws of the empire, I can choose to die naturally, or be transformed and replaced with a young magical body." The old man retracted his thoughts and smiled softly, seeming to be full of disappointment in his body.
His other hand was stroking the crutch that had been with him for five years, feeling that no matter how it looked, it was not as pleasing to the eye as a long sword.
"However, as a sinner, a poor old man who has personally killed his compatriots and treated mortals as livestock, do I really have the nerve to choose to die naturally?" He seemed to be asking his students, but also seemed to be asking himself.
His student immediately spoke, wanting to persuade again: "Teacher! In fact, you don't need to do this... You have also contributed a lot to the empire, as..."
The old man stretched out his hand to interrupt the other party's words, shook his head slowly, and denied the other party's persuasion: "You don't understand, child, this kind of thing is not what others say when they comfort you... but to ask yourself what's in your heart.
, the comfort that can be obtained..."
Forgiveness is about redeeming one's own heart, not about others' forgiveness. As long as one's own heart can live with it, there will be no psychological baggage.
This is also the reason why shameless people are shameless, because they can redeem their hearts with very little guilt, so they don't care about the crimes they commit.
To deal with such people, we can only rely on the law. However, there are always people in this world who have higher and more moral requirements for themselves. They are not honest people and they are not born to be bullied.
It’s just that they have higher requirements for their own behavior, have high moral standards, and are making their own contributions to the spiritual progress of the world.
Such noble people may have a very tiring life and cannot do whatever they want, but they are indeed contributing to the progress of the entire society. Without these people, there would be no need for a civilization to exist.
The old man pointed to his body and said to his beloved disciple: "So I chose to accept the transformation, transform myself into a puppet, and continue to live, just to atone for my sins, and to use my knowledge and magic skills.
Leave more and longer time to the empire and to future generations who are willing to learn all this."
"So you and your junior brothers and sisters are going to be in trouble. I will come back after a while, and as a transformed puppet, I will continue to be your teacher." The old man smiled at himself and said.
Then, he paused for a while and looked out the window of the car again. There were no bustling streets anymore, only dense woods.
Obviously, they had driven to the suburbs, to a sparsely populated area. It seemed to be very close to their destination, because they could no longer see any other vehicles.
The car slowly stopped in front of a gate protected by armed guards. The driver handed his ID to the officer at the door. After the officer checked, the gate finally opened slowly.
The car started moving again, and the guards on both sides gave a solemn military salute and watched the car disappear at the end of the road.
"It's a nice look. I feel very happy that they can give it to me like this, very, very happy." The old man sighed with a smile.
Then, after a while, the car stopped in front of a huge building. The old man's disciple got out of the car again and helped the old man open the door.
He was helped out of the car by his apprentice and looked up at this magnificent building. The old man nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good!"
He walked forward step by step, passed the corridor full of technicians in white coats walking back and forth, and walked to the door of the room prepared for him.
"Teacher..." The young student wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the old man.
The old man turned around and said: "Since I have chosen to live in pain to redeem my soul, it becomes natural for me to use more painful ways to protect everything I should protect before I am transformed."
He reached out to help his disciple wipe away his tears: "So I filled out the volunteer form calmly... So, now that I am coming here, although my body will feel endless pain, my soul is being washed by the light!"
"Actually, I should be grateful to the origin of magic that was once a nightmare in the magic world. He developed this technology, which gave me the opportunity to refining my soul and make myself cleaner!" He pointed at himself mockingly,
Walked through the door that belonged to him.
The prepared technician stood quietly in front of a capsule-like container, seemingly waiting for a long time.
In the middle of them is a modified device filled with black liquid. This capsule-like container device extends with many cables, like a monster, entrenched in the center of the room.
"Come on, children! While I can still use it, let the so-called caretakers... know how the old men who knew our old magical world dealt with the problem!" The old man handed the cane to a young man next to him.
Man, said softly.
Behind him, the door slowly closed, blocking his students' view. With the help of the staff, the old man stepped into the device. The black liquid soaked the old man's knees, as if there was a kind of magic, tempting the old man to lie down.
Dip it upside down.
What is the best soldier? He is the kind of pure warrior who can fight the enemy with the most ferocious attack methods, regardless of his own life and death, and does not even leave his body to the enemy after his death.
Such warriors should not appear in this world, because cultivating such warriors is an inhumane process.
However, when countless criminals who have committed various crimes when they were young try to torture themselves in this cruel way to repent and redeem their souls, this kind of inhumanity becomes
A warm embrace.
As a result, the Empire of Airanhill has an army, an army that is terrifying to the extreme. This army is not human at all, they are a group of complete magical creatures. They once had a name that made the devil world tremble - God's Waiters
!
They once faced the aircraft, tanks and cannons of the Airansil Empire without flinching. They once launched a desperate attack, and even the soldiers of the Airansil Empire found it extremely difficult.
When these godly servants fight to the end, they will explode like bombs, leaving almost nothing behind. They have no bodies, no armor, and even very few clothes.
But their fierce fighting power will leave a deep impression on the enemy! Each of them is a magician, a high-level magician, the kind of magician who can command wind and rain to kill through the enemy's formation!
"I have never felt so happy, as if I have regained my youth!" Sitting in a Z-30 helicopter, a pure magical energy body wearing a white robe praised in a vague voice.
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Opposite the God's Attendant, sitting is another God's Attendant. Their task is very simple, which is to repel the Watcher's attacking troops at all costs and help their own troops gain time.
"General Medias's order...must be fulfilled!" Another powerful godly servant said loudly to his companions in the bumpy helicopter.
"For the glory of the origin of magic..." Looking at another helicopter speeding forward not far away from the open door, the divine waiter sitting by the door said similarly vaguely.
"For...salvation!" Holding the magic sword on his waist, as the most loyal and brave servant of God in the empire, he echoed in a hoarse voice.
The language they communicate is not clear, and it seems that only they can hear it clearly. This is a price, a necessary price for gaining strength.
As warriors, they can be resurrected almost infinitely, but they will become weaker every time they are resurrected.
But it doesn't matter. Once they are weak enough, they will be transformed into puppets and continue to serve the empire.
They are God's servants and atoneers. Anyway, they don't mind their names, because they are all dying people. Being able to feel the howling of the wind again is already a gift to them.
"The airborne begins! Oh my god! Who could have thought that one day, I would actually execute this order... Throwing our own people into the occupied area of the sweeper army to fight alone..." The pilot on the plane controlled the plane to avoid it.
Energy cannon fire on the ground, while complaining loudly.
The co-pilot pilot turned on the magic barrier strengthening switch above his head and said: "We are sending them to die... but you also saw... they are not human beings..."
"No! Compared with those damn traitors and conspirators, they are the purest people!" Pulling the joystick in his hand, the captain avoided a ball of energy and corrected loudly.
"We have entered the designated airborne area! Send them down! Get them out of here!" Looking at the precise coordinates on the navigation map, the captain once changed the flight status and ordered loudly.
"Slow down! Slow down! Damn it! We are crazy to slow down here!" the co-pilot complained while turning on the green airborne indicator light.
Just in front of him, a black energy ball flew quickly and almost hit a jet engine on their side.
"There are enemies under our feet! Enemies are densely packed!" Through the side windows, the co-pilot saw the sweepers who were firing at their aircraft.
Then, he also saw those non-human beings in white robes jumping out of the cabin door that opened from the side.
One after another, these divine servants did not hesitate at all. Their bodies were wrapped in shining magic defense barriers, and they quickly slid through the air and rushed towards the enemies on the ground who were as numerous as ants.
"I don't have the guts to jump here!" The co-pilot retracted his head and looked at the cabin behind him: "Is there anyone else?"
"Accelerate! Accelerate! Get out of here! We are going to be shot down!" After no one answered his question, he immediately shouted loudly to the captain beside him: "The magic defense barrier still has one-third of its energy.
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As he shouted, the Z-30 aircraft began to accelerate, roaring away amid the barrage of exploding energy bombs.
And under the retreating back of the plane, on the relatively flat ground, the first waiter who jumped out of the cabin hit the ground heavily, stirring up a mess of dust.
Then, a huge burst of magical energy blew away the dust. A man in white robes had already drawn out two long swords from his waist, and twisted his neck in front of the huge army of sweepers.
"Kill!" Behind this divine servant, another divine servant jumped up high, shouted in an unclear voice, and rushed towards the sweepers who had already pointed the muzzles of their shoulder guns at them.
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I’ll make up for an update today and continue tomorrow. Something happened at Long Ling’s house these past two days. It’s not a big deal, but it affected my thinking too much, so I was delayed. I’m really sorry. I’ll definitely make up for the missed update. I’m very sorry.
