Monsters Will Die If They Are Killed

"Monsters will die if they are killed ()"

Sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the dull clouds, mixed with choking ash and wind, sweeping through the slums around the factory area.

Cicero hugged his daughter who was about to fall asleep, anxiously detoured a long way from the fringe area and returned to his home.

The tired man finally stepped into the familiar door, but he shouldn't have returned.

The red gang is still the owner of this slum, and their power has strangled the throats of all those who seek life in this area. These gang members who are also demonized are essentially running dogs of the nobles and powerful people, and they have recently His action is simply to treat other demons as pigs in the herd.

——As long as you think, just grab and kill.

As a former mercenary, Cicero, who left the mercenary circle incognito for some reason, naturally couldn’t accept this fact. He took his daughter to escape at the fastest speed, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong to find his own old man. Friends avoid the limelight.

But he was already marked.Cicero, who is self-contained and does not cooperate with the red gang on weekdays, has even been selected against the gang. As a chicken that kills chickens, the red gang will use his blood and corpse to declare to everyone that anyone who opposes the gang will be Very miserable.

Then, they chased, fled, and then encountered a mysterious team... was rescued, questioned, and given inheritance.

Finally, was returned to freedom.

Until now, Cicero still didn't understand what Professor Svetley wanted to do. He saved himself without any request; he gave the inheritance like handing out a few pieces of waste paper.

"Whatever you do, it's best if it can be spread. This kind of practice that can stabilize the soul is useful to all demons."

This was the answer he heard, but he couldn't understand it.

Source Energy Guidance Technique...The value on this land is more valuable than gold and source energy steel.

As for the guidance technique that can solidify and purify the soul, let alone use it, Cicero has never heard of it-although the mercenary group is very knowledgeable, it knows nothing about the real secrets.

It is hard for him to believe that this is true, but regardless of whether the guidance technique is true or false, the long knife that records the guidance technique has been transformed into a source energy weapon by Professor Svetley. The silver-cyan source energy flows, just Wrapped around the blade like a thin cloud.

The reason why Cicero didn't go directly to his mercenary friend was because he got the news that the mercenary group was suppressed by the Evind noble guards.

The Guards, ordered by Earl Evand, have been dispatched collectively to quell the riots in various parts of the city-but instead of attacking those gangs, they wanted to bring the mercenary groups and sporadic ordinary professionals that stopped the gangs from chaos. It's all in one go.

The mercenary group is holding on at the stronghold, resisting the powerful firepower of the nobles.

By now, there is no safe place in the entire Irving City. The outer city has been battled into a group, and he can even hear a huge impact from the inner city and even the core area.

Hearing that voice, a large number of guards retreated, letting the nearly defeated mercenary group breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, there is no peace there.

If he is himself, Cicero must take the risk to fight with his former mercenary brothers, but he is a father after all and has a daughter. He can’t risk getting his daughter involved in war. this matter.

So he could only go home and prepare some necessary supplies...Then he took his daughter to leave Evand and went to live incognito in a fixed village outside the mobile city.

It just so happened that the elite of the red gang was annihilated by Professor Svetley, and their other main force was now deployed by the nobles to attack the mercenary group and other private armed forces. On the contrary, the slums as the lair were not heavily guarded.

As long as you are cautious, you should not be besieged and hunted down as before.

Walking in the shadows, Cicero, who was walking home, saw a mess inside his house, all kinds of utensils were broken, and the scratches were torn off.

Almost all valuable things were taken away rudely, which is obviously a good thing done by gang members.

But this is not important. In the mezzanine of the floor, he placed some food and spare equipment for evacuation, as well as maintenance weapons.

Before escaping, he felt that he was going to the mercenary group of his acquaintances, and there was no need to bring these extra burdens.

But if you want to go outside the city, it is natural that the more prepared the better.

"Dad, are we back?"

At this moment, feeling the jitter, the girl who was carried on her back opened her eyes tiredly.

She turned her head and saw the familiar decorations around her. She couldn't help but be surprised: "But dad, didn't you say that we are going to Uncle Avel and the others?"

"Cecilia, we are only coming back temporarily and will leave again soon."

The man put his daughter on the bed, and he turned around to pry open the floor mezzanine: "Uncle Alveer and they can't take care of themselves, we can only support ourselves."

There is nothing to miss in the house, especially after being ransacked by gangs, it is like nothing.

The demonized people have a hard life, and the exploitation of the gangs makes these people unable to accumulate any wealth.

Thinking of this, Cicero suddenly stopped what he was doing, and he felt a pain in his heart: "My child... Dad is really sorry for you. He has been making you suffer and can't give you a stable life..."

"Children like you should now be attending classes with their peers, playing together, enjoying the cool breeze of late autumn, flying kites, outings... instead of running around with dad in a slum, and contracting a demonized disease... "

The man's voice was heavy with remorse, he closed his eyes tightly, as if he was confessing his sins, and he seemed to want to force himself not to shed tears.

But the little girl just yawned. Cecilia, who hadn't had much rest for the whole day, said in a daze, "That's not bad...As long as I'm with Dad, there is nothing terrible..."

Cecilia obviously didn't care-she was used to suffering.

This child is too young and doesn't know what happiness is, so he is extremely numb to the hard time.

Just like a person who has never seen the light, he naturally disdains the dawn, and does not know how bright the day is.

She doesn't care.

But the listener clenched his fists.

"Damn... Demonized Disease!"

Opening the floor mezzanine and taking out a few backpacks from it, Cicero's tone was almost gritted his teeth: "Can Professor Svetley's guidance technique really curb magical disease?"

"My words may have become ill and cannot be contained, but Cecilia... If Cecilia really learns, then her future will definitely be happier and more fulfilling than me now!"

Having experienced too much wind and frost, it is impossible for a man to believe that there is such a simple way in this world to relieve the symptoms of demonization.

However, he can only believe and has to believe.

Because otherwise, he has no choice.

"Okay, ready to go."

Because the originally prepared materials had already been sorted out, Cicero quickly packed all his luggage—he even prepared a small backpack to carry Cecilia in, so as not to encounter accident.

But at this moment, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

Creak.

The door was opened.

"who is it?!"

For the first time, Cicero's hairs swelled, and his instinct as a mercenary once told him that the strength of those who came was unstoppable.

The smell of blood came, which proved that the other party had killed someone not long ago, at least ten minutes ago, or walked through an area full of blood.

Without hesitation, he put down all the packed luggage, Cicero took the unknown Cecilia back step by step and backed to the wall.

While looking for an escape route, he said solemnly: "No matter what your purpose is, I will leave you everything. The price of these materials is not low, even if they are sold on the black market, they are not a small property-I No more!"

But none of these words had any effect. The sound of footsteps approached gently from the door, and what came from it was a powerful and unobstructed source of energy fluctuation.

The moment this source energy fluctuation appeared, Cicero felt desperate - he himself was just a knight of the Spirit Order, although his strength was good, but in the final analysis he was only a beginner professional.

And the comer... the comer is at least a strong presence in the mind light level.

As long as the other party thinks, he can't run away anyway.

--why?I have nothing, why do I have to press on?!

At this time, Cicero squeezed the long knife around his waist, he took a deep breath, preparing to make the final struggle.

With the sound of footsteps, the shadow appeared in the corner and came to the door of the room where the Cicero woman was.

Seeing the face that was half-hidden by the shadow, the man couldn't help but grow his mouth, and the long knife in his hand was also loosened by three points subconsciously.

"I like the grand narrative, the magnificent background, and the exciting story."

A calm voice rang from the shadows.

"I like to save the world, explore the stars, see spectacles bigger than the moon on the other side of the galaxy, and enjoy the scenery that no one has ever seen before."

"I like to fight against destiny and deny the established rules. I have surpassed reincarnation, killed gods and demons, and fought with ancient heroic souls and won. After winning, I wish to the true gods and change the course of the future."

"They say that I am the covenant of chaos, the transcendant of reincarnation, the person admired by perfection and pioneers-and for the good in my heart, I can even become the incarnation of destiny."

This voice is not unfamiliar, even familiar.

Hearing this sound, Cecilia, who was carried on her back by her father, woke up from a dazed sleep, then poked her head out and looked at the place where the sound was made.

"Just like it-who would refuse those things?"

The white-haired man walked out of the shadows, walked slowly, and then stopped in front of a broken frame on the ground.

He leaned over, then picked up the broken picture frame on the floor.

In the picture frame is a man and a woman, holding a small baby, smiling openly in the sun.

Su Zhou raised his head and looked at Cicero and Cecilia—no doubt, based on the similarity in appearance, he could be 100% sure that the woman in the photo was Cicero's wife and the girl's mother.

And from the dim look in Cicero's eyes after seeing the photo, it can be seen that she is dead.

Su Zhou put the broken picture frame back on the shelf aside, he wiped the dust off, then turned his head and looked at the silent man.

"But, speaking of the world, far away, correctness has a future."

He laughed lightly and laughed at himself: "In the final analysis, I am just a guy who can't walk when he sees someone sad or sad."

Su Zhou raised his head, and he looked at the man who had knelt down subconsciously.

"Your name?" he asked calmly.

"...Cicero." He replied tremblingly.

"Very well, Cicero."

Walking to the center of the room with his hand, Su Zhou smiled and nodded to Cecilia who was smiling and waving to him, then turned his head again, and spoke to the man who was kneeling in front of him, whether he was excited or frightened. : "If I say that my goal is to save the world, you will definitely think I am crazy."

"Do not……"

Being asked by name like this, the father who had just been saved took a deep breath, and he said in a deep voice, "Not necessarily, professor...if it is you, if it is..."

"Well, I think so too."

Without letting Cicero finish speaking, Su Zhou nodded and agreed naturally: "If it were me, it would definitely save the world."

In the eyes of the other party not knowing how to answer the conversation, he calmly said: "But this does not save mankind."

"To defeat the enemy, to kill the culprit, to slay the root of evil, I am very good at this kind of thing-I have always done this all the time, and I have never missed it."

Su Zhou stood in front of Cicero. He clenched his fists and made a loud voice: "But how to make the demonized person return to normal, and the discrimination between people will be invisible, and it should be a good thing to let the demonization. It has become a “disease” of bad things, and a “blessing” in the true sense.

"This is not something that can be done overnight, nor is it something that one person can do. It's like I can kill Earl Avond, but I can't make the whole city of Irving become peaceful and friendly."

"So, Cicero, I need your help."

"Professor, me, what can I do?"

Facing the sudden appearance of Su Zhou, Cicero was not only uneasy and subconsciously afraid at this time, but also excited in his heart-a kind of expectation that he realized that he had finally reached a turning point and could finally change the established future.

And this expectation originated from the daughter he was carrying on his back.

Su Zhou saw through this expectation, so he came over and found him.

"Help me attract more people and practice the practice I give you."

He said lightly, but Cicero opened his mouth slightly. He raised his hand in confusion and pointed at himself: "Me? But I'm just an ordinary person...How can I attract more people..."

It was not that Cicero was unwilling, but that he genuinely thought he could not do it.

Even when he was a mercenary, he had never led a small team, and never wanted to be a captain in the past.

In other words, his leadership score should be a failure.

Who will let him attract more people?

"It's not important."

But Su Zhou spoke, and the white-haired professor said Gu Jing Wubo: "There are two ways to attract more people. The first is to show your own special and abnormalities, and become unique and strange in the eyes of others and want to worship. Object."

"Most human beings are confused, weak and weak. They need the guidance of an idol to make their hearts no longer empty and empty. They will follow the strong and recognize the dream of the strong as their dream. And fight with the strong-this is not a bad thing, because this is also the process of human learning. There will be new strong people who realize their own ideas in the process of following others, and then lead others.

"I am good at this, but you are not."

"Cicero, you are the second type, because you are ordinary, weak, and concerned, so everyone knows that you, like them, can believe, just like believing in yourself."

"I need you to turn into an ordinary fire, and then ignite the world."

"Fire..." The man whispered to himself, he seemed to feel that he understood something, but he didn't understand anything.

He once heard that aristocratic figures ridiculed them. These demons are essentially the fuel of the world, which makes the world burn. He didn't understand the true meaning of this fuel at that time, and he doesn't understand it now.

But now, Cicero can clearly distinguish that the flame and fuel in the mouth of the nobleman are not the same as the fire in the mouth of Professor Svetley.

The burning in the mouths of both sides is obviously not the same.

Even, the opposite is true.

"Cicero, the city of Ivand is about to be destroyed by the empire. I just killed the Earl of Ivand. This is bound to bring a wave of complete liquidation-against the demonized person, and even the entire city of Ivand ."

Confessing news that shocked the whole city casually, Su Zhou stared at Cicero's eyes, who were clearly shaken in front of him: "I have no regrets doing this, because if you don't do this, you demonized people, and even those who seem to be still Ordinary people in a normal life will be burned to ashes."

"Cicero."

Raising the pitch, Su Zhou's tone became severe, and at this moment the man straightened up subconsciously: "You have a daughter, you have a burden, you must have care and love, so you are the most realistic, you can't be grandiose Dreams attract, you just want a stable life."

"But I want to tell you that these will no longer exist-happiness is an illusion. If you don't fight and rise, death is the only ending."

"In the future, the barbarians in the north will break through the Yanshuang Pass and drive straight from the north-south plain corridor. The world will be in chaos, and I will guide you a way."

With that said, Su Zhou stretched out his hand, and the Yuanneng long knife originally held by Cicero flew into his hand.

The man raised his palm and wiped it on it. Immediately, there was a slight change in the inheritance of the inscription originally engraved on the spine of the sword—it became easier to understand, and because Su Zhou swallowed the soul of dusk, it The ability to purify soul impurities becomes stronger.

Then, Su Zhou handed back the long knife with the famous Soul Purification Guidance Method called [Burning Embers 0.89 Beta] after the second revision.

"Bring some people you think is worth taking, let them practice the secret method I gave you like you, leave this city, and hide in a fixed village."

"Don't be stingy, don't hide privates. If someone wants to steal, give them the most complete version-spread this practice, as well as ideas, develop your own group among the many demons in the fixed village, and lead the fixed village. Surrounding the moving cities, gradually making the shadow of this practice appear in the moving cities."

"Cicero, don't you want your daughter to live normally and live without discrimination?"

"This is the way."

"The road to non-discrimination..." Cicero took the long knife in his hand in a daze, staring at the long knife in his hand, which became more holy and powerful, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "It can make Cecilia happier. path of……"

Staring at this scene, Su Zhou turned around.

"Also, remember."

Turning his back to Cicero, who was still kneeling, he whispered: "Stand up, don't kneel."

"This must be the last time."

Su Zhou left Cicero's house.

And in this slum that had just been cleaned up, Sui Guang of all the remaining members of the Red Gang was waiting for him at the door.

[...Can this succeed?

The mechanical human was silent for a while, then looked inside the room.

Master Suiguang can see that the men in the house are not strong, and they are not determined to be determined. When it comes to talent, they are even more general. Let alone compare with genius, even the Seneca in the orphanage is talented. Taller than him.

"He is just a kind of fire, as long as the kind of fire ignites a fire, it is considered a success."

Su Zhou walked outside and saw the bodies of many members of the red gang fell on the street. Their filthy demonized souls had begun to dissipate, but what was more filthy than their souls was those people who regarded the same kind as animals. heart.

"I have confidence in the guidance technique I developed, and no demonized person can refuse it-and as long as there is no cannibal instinct, most demonized persons cannot be called bad people, or even have the ability to do evil."

"As long as Cicero begins to publicize this guidance technique, and continues to promote it to make Tibetan privateness impossible, then its popularization will become inevitable."

"As long as they practice, they will understand that demonization is not a disease, but an uncontrollable blessing-a blessing that allows ordinary people to become extraordinary, and allows everyone to master their power."

Having said this, Su Zhou narrowed his eyes, he raised his head and looked around the entire Irving City.

Now, the demonized riots have gradually come to an end-the noble guards suppressed most of the rioters, they should have executed these disruptive criminals on the spot, but the death of Earl Ivand disrupted the positions of these imperial guards , Now the whole city is in chaos.

"Power can be suppressed."

Watching all this, Su Zhou said calmly: "But knowledge and thought cannot be restrained-instead of me going to kill those evil nobles one by one, it is better to give knowledge and fishing nets to those oppressed, they will naturally order Raise Mars, gain strength, create a new era, and create a new order."

[...Deserves to be the mentor of the Frost Empire's rebels in the past.

Master Suiguang opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed: [Let the demonized person understand that he is not suffering from a terminal illness that is mortal, but the blessing of being able to safely gain strength... Without the urge to cannibalism In the case of symptoms of madness, demonization is indeed a good thing.

There is no doubt that this will fundamentally change the order of the world.

[Next, what are we going to do?

"Returning to the beginning of Yaoship-Avend City matter, we no longer need to interfere."

Cicero had already taken Cecilia out of the slum-after hesitating for a long time, he took people to the area where the mercenary group was theoretically more dangerous.

At this moment, Su Zhou and Suiguang also walked out of the slum from another direction.

They came to the gap where the Chuyao ship hit the wall of Ivand.

The place is still empty. The high concentration of source energy radiation and terrible scenes of destruction make all the aboriginals afraid to approach, and the earl’s guards are panicked because of the earl’s death, so naturally no one will come here to interfere. .

Standing above the gap, Su Zhou was about to leave the city where Professor Svetley had lived for more than ten years, and he was full of reluctance, presumably the original Professor Svetley was the same.

"Although it is only a corner, the darkness of this world has been revealed."

Lifting his head, he looked at the direction the Chuyao ship was leaving, with a calm tone: "Earl Ivand is definitely a very important piece of the imperial emperor. His death will set off a wave in the south... Without us, the wind will just It will sweep the entire Aian continent."

"Now, what we have to do is to ensure our own safety, increase our strength, and find out the truth behind the dark curtain of this world."

Having said this, Su Zhou paused, and he suddenly frowned.

"and many more……"

As if thinking of something, the man whispered to himself: "Mobile ships and mobile cities rely on the source of energy to have such a huge energy operation."

"And the source of the empire is the heart of the furnace, and it needs the soul as an additive."

"The Chuyao Ship is larger than the average mobile battleship, and can continue to operate continuously for nearly ten thousand years, and is still intact, without charging-what is the principle of its source energy furnace core?!"

Thinking of this, Su Zhou couldn't help raising his brows, and he said solemnly: "It seems that I really need to go back and ask about the situation as soon as possible."

After speaking, he jumped down and fell towards the barren land under the moving city.

It's like a meteor falling from the sky.

Suiguang followed the man, just like the name of the chasing light of the Zhuguang Order.

Immediately afterwards, they galloped towards the distance.

...

A few hours later, Su Zhou, who returned to the Chuyao Ship, immediately asked the question of Dawn, which was welcoming the two back.

"Ok?"

Regarding Su Zhou's question about the heart of Chuyao's Yuanneng Furnace, the half-fairy sitting on the captain's work couldn't help showing a confused look.

She looked at Su Zhou suspiciously, then looked at Suiguang standing on one side, wondering: "Could it be that the source of this era is different from the previous epochs?"

"Chu Yao Chu Yao...What is the first ray of light in this world?"

"The core of the source energy furnace that can bring endless energy, of course, is the falling fragments of the holy day, the blessing of all the saints, the'early sacred rock'!"