Emperor's Bane

Chapter 527 The Problem between Corax and the Little Boy
Corax sensed the Emperor's coming thirteen days ago.

At that time, the original body was locking himself in the private treasure house that no one was allowed to enter except him. He fell into a long meditation there, caressing the few little boys in front of him, and tasted them carefully. The torment of conscience in the chest.

Should he reach out and untie these easy shackles?

Corax hesitated.

He knew that this was easy for him now. He only needed to talk and everything would be arranged: he didn't even need to do it himself. Among his deputy commanders and brothers in the rebel army, there were many people. Longing to taste the glory of revenge on his behalf.

but……

It’s also hard: very hard.

Because between Corax's fingers and this final solution, there is one last opponent, a powerful opponent that is difficult to defeat: that is himself, that is the conscience and fear deep in his heart.

Even Clarks himself couldn't tell exactly what he was afraid of. He was not even sure whether it was fear: because since he was hugged by Efreenia from the depths of the glacier that was as deep as a kilometer thick, After he came out, he had never been in awe of anything, whether it was the whip of the technical union guards or the disaster and lack of Lykasis itself.

But now, he felt this mixture of trembling and flinching: after he finally led his brothers and sisters to kill or drive away all the oppressors, after the rebel army finally liberated the entire Redemption Planet one by one. , only one step away from their dreams. Now, Corax found that his neck was trembling, but he felt that his heart was tightening.

Corax was a little annoyed, not because his order "No one is allowed to disturb" was ignored: this was not an order originally. After all, everyone in the rebel army is Corax's brother in life and death, and they can all be addressed directly. His name, and every word he spoke to them outside the battlefield, was a request, not a strong order.

"The memory in my mind tells me that when this weapon was first put into the battlefield, its No. 1 individual was named Little Boy: humans at that time used it to destroy the most vicious and most vicious people in the world. Crazy and the most unreasonable country.”

"..."

"Have you not made up your mind yet to use these treasures they left behind?"

Corax nodded and answered in the simplest possible terms.

Including himself.

That is……

"Do you have to drag me out of this shadow, Aelin?"

"Seriously, Corax, to this day I still can't figure out why you gave these deadly objects such names: little boys and atomic bombs. Is there any necessary connection between them?"

“Unfortunately, this is the only thing I don’t know at all: this is my blind spot.”

"..."

And this was what made him frown: just because the owner of this voice was not only one of the most thoughtful people in the rebel army, but also the most resolute person, so resolute that even Corax could do nothing to him.

"..."

But he still laughed, because this was also one of his most trusted brothers.

He also knew that whether it was radicals like Aelin, the more moderate brothers and sisters of the rebel army, or even himself, who seemed the most sane, they all had this kind of excitement hidden in their hearts, and as the war continued Continuing, in more and more pupils, the same color has begun to flash.

Corax closed his eyes, feeling the tremor in his heart again, and Aelin's words echoing around him, whether they were excited questions or teasing jokes, could not relieve the convulsions in his chest at this time.

"Yes."

"But the only thing I don't understand is the people. I have difficulty perceiving the subtleties of human nature. I also know very little about these historical and political contents: even now, I can't imagine how such a weapon was proposed. And he still targets his own people."

"This is not like you, Corax. You have rarely been so hesitant before."

"Don't be silent, Corax, has your knowledge told you what kind of mentality the people at that time had to drop such weapons on their fellow humans: If we know this answer, maybe our current The problem will be solved.”

"Or is this what you were born with in your mind?"

Aelin stepped forward and came directly to Corax, reaching out to caress these bulky trophies. Indescribable colors of excitement flashed in his pupils, shining brightly in the darkness.

The primarch let out a long sigh.

He knew the reason for this: if there was anything on the current Redemption Star that could really scare Corax, it would probably be these [little boys] in front of him, which he used in a humorous way. name to erase his ferocious attributes...

The hoarse voice was squeezed into a cheerful tone, which was enough to show that the owner of the voice was in a good mood. This tone overshadowed the sound of the heavy iron door being pushed open, and sounded behind Corax, accompanied by a faint sound. The careless sound of iron boots hitting the ground made the original body frown.

"little boy……"

Erin laughed heartily.

He knew that this excitement was the very thing that frightened him.

Corax remained silent.

In fact, just as Clarks did not take back the key to this room, but allowed it to be kept by various deputy commanders, his words would not have the power of life and death in normal times, and their effectiveness would be more It was maintained by the friendship between brothers, the bond of fighting side by side, and the majesty of a leader that he didn't really want to use.

"Now, we're going to use it to do the same thing: wonderful reincarnation, aren't we?"

"As I told you before, Aelin, I was born with knowledge of many things, including some of humanity's greatest sciences: I can recognize the molecular makeup of walls, doors, and ships, as well as understand more complex biology. "

It was different from discovering a gem in a mine, or killing a guard in guerrilla warfare. It was a more terrifying, radical, and dangerous color that Clarks could not even describe.

"Of course I don't want to disturb you, Corax, if I can, and I would even like to hide here with you in peace and quiet: but it is a pity that the sun is coming out, and we all have to walk out of the shadows. Come out, including you, great commander."

The Primarch asked with a smile, and he was answered with a hearty laugh.

Corax's comrade-in-arms chuckled, his pupils glanced at the yellow and black symbols that symbolized fatality, and then he raised his head and looked at the only window in the room: on the glass mirror facing the void, The reddish-brown Chiava always makes every Redeemer star gnash their teeth, and even the jokes become a little twisted.

The person coming, Aelin, in Corax's knowledge, was one of the most radical members of the entire rebel army: the Primarch would compare him with the most rude battle brothers, Nazian and Requai. Simply because they are now united under a single point of view, a point of view that now forces Corax to hide here.

That is to say, the rest of the Rebel Army will naturally have their own ideas: this is what Corax wants to see happen, but sometimes, their ideas will cause the Primarch an extra headache.

Aelin chuckled, not angry, but his voice became serious.

"Atomic bomb."

"Ah...it's so touching."

"Perhaps you should look outside, Corax, on the battlefields we have not yet finished cleaning, on the mass graves next to the mines, and on the thousands of innocent souls burned alive in the houses. : The victory of the war has made you hesitate, brother, have you forgotten what a group of hopeless bastards our current opponents are!"

"...No, Erin."

"I have never forgotten: I remember it better than you do."

Corax's tall body hid his head and eyes in the shadows that Aelin could not see, but years of fighting side by side made Aelin confirm that the rebel leader he had sworn to follow to death, At this time, he still maintained a rare calm head.

"I remember them, I remember every detail of the war, I remember why we rose up, and I remember how the top brass of the technical unions used brutal methods to enslave everyone in the world: because of me I remember this, so I am hesitant now.”

Corax stretched out his hand, and when his huge palm slapped these little boys, the sound of steel colliding with steel was enough to spread to more than ten meters away, but Aelin was indifferent to the huge sound: his hearing had already Before the uprising, he had been tortured to death by the guards, just to take the blame for an unknown child [criminal].

"What do you want to say, Corax?"

"I want to voice my concerns: right in front of you, brother."

The Primarch bent slightly so that his battle-brother could hear clearly.

"Look at these big objects: yes, just like you said, we can put them in the landing pod and then put them in the gravity corridor and let the navigation system set the target to Port Nair, Holdri Or Chez City, or every city in Chiava, and then launch them."

"And then……"

"Then the war will be over."

Aelin directly filled in the second half, his pupils shining with the desire for revenge and victory, just like the world, bathed in blood.

"It's over? Will it definitely be?"

The Primarch asked with a smile, but his face was cold. "Throwing a nuclear bomb on Chiava, killing dozens or millions of people, but not destroying all the cities and factories: who can predict the consequences of such an action? Maybe they will surrender, or maybe they will surrender They will be stimulated to fight us to the death, so that both sides of this war will no longer have an option.”

"Anyway, these technical guilds have never given us a way out, right?"

Aelin spread his hands, not afraid of the future that Corax said.

"Wake up, Corax, just a few days ago those techno-guilds dropped thousands of troops on our soil in a pure suicide attack: they blew up the Fourth Precinct and the The main cable in the fifth precinct caused the operation of these two precincts to malfunction, and also punctured a large hole in the dome of the second precinct, forcing us to rescue and fight at the same time. You have experienced this firsthand, brother. "

He gritted his teeth.

"You should know better than me that the technical unions will not give in. Our minerals here are too important to them, and they have never had the word peace in their minds: they will only continue to convert thousands of The troops were thrown onto our land, but they never cared about the lives of these troops: even if our brothers risked their lives, they would not be able to withstand such consumption over time. "

"Moreover……"

Aelin turned his head and saw the deepest part of the storage room: in the endless darkness, countless atomic weapons were vaguely placed. This was not a small storage room, but a tower. A true strategic warehouse.

He smiled cruelly.

"The answer is right in front of us, Corax. Over the centuries that the Kiawas have suppressed the uprising, they have transported thousands of nuclear bombs here: a total of one thousand three hundred and twenty. We can do it." Drop them all on Kiava at once, kill those bastards, and the war will be over."

“It doesn’t matter if more people die: because they deserve it.”

"Does everyone deserve this?"

Corax objected coldly.

“We all know what the situation is like on Kiawa: technoguilds and plutocrats enslaving millions of workers and slaves like us, squeezing the life out of them, or sending them here to die, The vast majority of Kiawas are no different from us, and they should not be victims of war, but nuclear warheads cannot avoid them."

"Our real opponents are the hundreds of members of the Technical Guild, not these people: even if we want to use nuclear bombs, we must reduce our numbers and use precise point-killing to establish a deterrent effect, with as few attacks as possible It affects ordinary people.”

"Well, this is also a way."

Aelin spread his hands, obviously not completely carried away.

"Then why are you still hesitating here, Corax? Give me the order: the warheads can be launched in an hour, and tomorrow we can see the end of this damn war, and in my opinion "It's sacrilege to let those tech union guys live even one minute longer."

"Because I have to hesitate, man."

Corax's words made his battle-brother smile sarcastically.

"Hesitation doesn't win the battle: that's what you taught us, Corax."

"I know, but it's the other thing that really gives me pause, man."

Corax's voice was weak.

"Launching these nuclear warheads is completely different from our previous battles: the moment they are launched, they are no longer objects that can be controlled by us. I may be able to determine my claws in a battle. There is no wronged soul, but I can’t let hundreds of thousands of people die just by talking.”

"Think about it, brother, how easily we decided to launch these weapons of destruction, regardless of the impact it would have on countless civilians on Kiawah. The death toll may even be greater than the total number of people on the Savior." More: In this case, what’s the difference between us and the scum of the technical unions?”

"It's just a special matter."

Aelin spread his hands innocently.

"You also know the determination of those Giawas to keep the war going, Corax, and truth be told, their size and war potential are far greater than ours: if we don't resort to such extreme methods, what awaits us Just fight to the end and die with honor.”

Having said this, a helpless smile appeared on Erin's face.

"Of course, if you decide to lead us this way: no one will object."

The primarch shook his head.

"I don't have that power, Aelin."

"Although you have given me the highest command authority, in my opinion, this is not a power, but a responsibility: I am just your protector, not a ruler, and what I have to do is not to have my own way. It’s in everyone’s best interest.”

"But right now, it's in the interest of all of us to launch these babies."

Aelin grinned, his words even overpowering Corax's composure.

"Not just Requai and I, but Blaney and Agapito, and even Evrenia, all of us were in favor of dropping the nuclear bomb on the heads of the Kiawas: in your mind When did Everenia stand before you, Corax? Now you stand before us all."

"Yes."

Corax nodded.

"Precisely because this is the urgent desire of all of you, I have to keep my calm, I have to be opposed, I have to be indecisive: and this is the role I should play as the last valve, calm and thinking, silence and conditioning.”

"Then I hope you won't think about it too long."

Erin just smiled.

"Otherwise, that group of Kiawah troops will come over again, or will the emperor you are talking about lead his legendary fleet here? Everyone is also very curious: Can a child be born? How extraordinary should a person like you be?"

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know either, Erin?"

"I believe, Corax, there are many things you have not known since you were a child."

The next moment, the hearty laughter returned between the two brothers. They each patted each other's shoulders, picking up the friendship established in countless battles side by side, and then. The original body looked at the door which was still open.

"Erin, did you come to me just to push me further?"

"One more little thing."

Aelin rubbed his chin.

"I have found the two people you want in prison for you, Corax. It took a lot of effort on my part, but there is something ugly I want to say in advance. I still hope you can consider it. Let’s take a look at these two scumbags: you know, even the tech unions think they should be locked up in cells, not exiled.”

"Because they are indeed capable. Although they are capable scum."

Corax only blinked.

"But it's also the talent we're in desperate need of right now: You know, man, I never mind getting my hands dirty, but I'd rather leave this matter to the right people, or... professionals. "

The Primarch's words made his battle-brother laugh again.

"Okay, okay, professionals, do you plan to go to the cell to see these two professionals first? Or go to meet your legendary father first: We have already cleaned up the venue as you requested. , I hope he won’t dislike the simplicity of the Redemption Star.”

"probably not……"

The original body echoed, he was obviously thinking about some more serious issues.

"But if I say it, I hope he can help me answer the current situation and the difficult problem posed by these nuclear warheads: is it better to take risks, kill fewer people, and only let the most unfortunate people suffer? As for the impact, according to your statement, for the sake of safety, more innocent people are intentionally killed. "

"You think this is a problem, Corax?"

"...That's right."

"Hmm... little boy problem?"

"Roughly the same……"

"..."

"What answer do you think they will give me, brother?"

(End of this chapter)