I am a hero of the former civilization.

But he wasn't Coleman, firmly convinced of his assumptions, and didn't believe what he saw with his own eyes at all. It's the same old story:

What a coincidence! Why did he have to come out now of all times to cause trouble? Okay, you could say he successfully used Eden to fish for traitors, but Ryan wasn't trying to catch any traitors at all. And Edwin would never be a traitor unless he was being controlled.

Frame others, stir up trouble, and fabricate false cases are easier for lawyers with thousands of cases than eating or drinking. What is the purpose of throwing out a clue at this time?

As he was thinking, he suddenly jumped a small step to the side, and the burly man's hand missed its target. He awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Ahem, what do you think? At least one branch secretary is involved here, and who knows how many more big fish are behind him."

"My mind is a bit muddled. What's your advice?"

“These matters are beyond our authority. Reporting them to Dr. Mei will only cause her headaches. But if we have to transfer the Far East Branch’s troops away, it will be troublesome if there are still saboteurs among them.”

John was very rational, his advice was helpful, and he truly took the task to heart.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Ryan remained completely calm and chuckled, "This person belongs to the intelligence department, shouldn't I also be quarantined?"

"Well, theoretically that's true, but I absolutely trust you, and if you wanted to harm Miss Eden, you would have done it already." John was a little confused; how could someone report themselves?

"What if I'm planning to make my move at the height of the ball?"

"Coleman, this is not the time for jokes! The whole world is watching. If Miss Eden dies on stage, no one can afford the responsibility."

The people in the room looked at each other, puzzled as to what the major was thinking; he seemed far too frivolous.

“I’m not joking. The Far East Branch’s fleet is responsible for blockading the sea. If we transfer them away now, it’s like leaving the gates wide open. If an enemy rushes in, wouldn’t that be exactly what we need to do to them?”

"Who?"

Ryan, still with that nonchalant attitude, slowly walked up to the prisoner and stared directly at his swollen face.

“Herrscher, if the Herrscher comes from the sea, and you are a suicide soldier, then wouldn’t I be helping you?” Ryan heard the applause and guessed that the performance was about to start. “Let’s put this matter aside for now. I’ll send him and Miss Eden to headquarters together later. There’s no rush.”

The curtain is about to rise, the gorgeously dressed songstress is about to appear, and a grand performance of acting skills is about to begin. He has no intention of causing any trouble.

“Coleman, you’ve really grown.” John sighed, crossing his thick arms. “You’ve become more rational, more patient, and more difficult to deal with.”

“You and I are from the same class, so don’t talk to me like a senior.” Ryan smiled and turned his head, then his pupils contracted slightly.

John, the people from the Donggong branch, and the people from the Australian branch, all became very strange.

Everyone looked at him. Some had just been disdainful, while others had been fawning, but now they were all expressionless, making it impossible to tell what was real and sending chills down one's spine.

Music begins to play, accompanied by the director's announcement of "camera on," and the elegantly dressed songstress is about to step onto the stage, accompanied by the melodious sound of a violin.

The grand opening was bustling, yet the room was eerily quiet. Every face, different in appearance, wore the same expression, creating an unsettling feeling:

These dozen or so people, belonging to different units and holding different ranks, seemed to be one person.

Guessed it.

Ryan's lips curled into a slight smile, but he feigned a confused expression: "What do you mean by this? Did I say something wrong?"

"Both right and both wrong." The voice came from behind. The middle-aged man, covered in wounds, suddenly freed himself from his restraints, slowly stood up, and stretched his wrists. "The performance ends here. You're an unexpected bonus."

"No need for the truth, just obey the call of fate."

"A thousand faces, one person; all you need to do is listen."

"Coleman, become one with us."

A dozen voices, all in the same tone, hypnotically relaxed his muscles and gradually dispersed his mind. His brain was slowly losing control of his body. In this extremely pleasant feeling, an invisible knife pierced his mind, giving Ryan a familiar yet strange sensation.

This is the erosion that originates from power!

......

"Phew, it's been a long time since I felt this nervous."

Eden stood backstage, gently patting his chest, adjusting the purple butterfly-shaped choker once more, while glancing at the prompts on the electronic screen.

The entire concert will be divided into three chapters: destruction, apocalypse, and rebirth.

The music for each chapter has been decided. As usual, she closed her eyes and began to experience the killing and destruction. Techniques are too simple; Eden's goal is to fill every lyric with emotion.

'Yes, the first half should be from the abuser's perspective, with a faster pace, and you could use some rock music techniques; the second half should be from the victim's perspective, trying to express sadness and pain as much as possible.'

An idea flashed through his mind, and as usual, Eden decided to temporarily revise his plan.

"Avera, help me adjust this. Add a violin at the end of the first chapter, Avera?"

Hearing no response, Eden turned his head in confusion and then saw a bizarre scene.

Her manager, makeup artist, band members, and even bodyguards stood in a line behind her, staring at her expressionlessly. The faces were all familiar, but the gazes were utterly unfamiliar.

No way......

Eden was not confused; he only remembered Ryan's words:

A Herrscher can infiltrate silently and corrupt anyone you know, so trust no one.

She was skeptical of what she thought was a plot from a thriller, but now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she realized that Ryan had even overstated it.

Without any warning, without any trace, the person I trusted, the person I knew, suddenly became a monster? Even after being warned, I wasn't prepared?

She suddenly clenched her fists, her eyes filled with overwhelming anger. This unseen betrayal was more terrifying and unacceptable than turning a city into ruins.

“Miss Eden, your mental fortitude is still as strong as ever, but I’m more curious about the source of your anger.” Evela spoke slowly, not intending to answer the question, but tilting her head slightly in confusion.

Shouldn't a normal person be shocked or terrified when encountering such a bizarre situation?

"Anger? Evela, what are you talking about?" Eden sensed an unseen, terrifying energy gathering. Instead of turning to run away, she straightened her long dress and adjusted the golden bow on her chest.

"I feel joy. I have finally experienced the terror of the abuser and the despair of the victim facing something incomprehensible. It seems that I no longer need musical instruments to evoke emotions."

"Congratulations, but it's okay, I'll know the answer soon."

Aphra didn't waste any words. She took a step forward, and the dozens of people followed suit, moving in unison as if they were one person.

Eden watched as that familiar hand pressed against his chest, and pain welled up in his eyes.

This hand comforted me when I was down and reminded me when I was proud; the touch of it brushing against my hair still lingers in my heart.

"I have benefited greatly from your strictness and gentleness during our five years of cooperation."

"Yes, after all, we've been together day and night, and I've often thought of you as a younger sister. I haven't started a family yet because of your career." The woman said with emotion, but her movements didn't stop for a moment, and a smile appeared on her serious face.

"Don't worry, from now on we will cooperate forever, until the end of the world."

"No need!" Eden's almond-shaped eyes widened, as if she were forcing herself to open them wide to see what was about to happen. Her Valkyrie-like aura made the hand in front of her chest pause.

"You will remain here, while I will continue on my way!"

boom--

As soon as she finished speaking, a crimson beam of light swept across her. The world in Eden's eyes slowed down. She saw astonishment on Evera's face, and then, in the next second, her head and most of her body were blasted to pieces.

The beam of light pierced through the backstage area and then swept away the remaining dozens of people like a giant sword. The surviving bodies gushed blood throughout the room like fountains.

Her dark purple dress was stained red, and her fair face was covered in bloodstains. Eden stiffly turned her head to look at the end of the ray. Ryan was nodding slightly to her, then turned and rushed towards John and the others.

"This is slaughter, this is despair, this is what most humans are experiencing?"

Eden glanced at her bloodied hand, listened to the screams outside, and snapped out of her daze. Without hesitation, she bent down and lifted her skirt.

Against a backdrop of chaos and bloodshed, she resolutely stepped onto the stage.

Chapter 313 Where Do You Think You Can Run To?

"Enemy attack?"

"Where's the alarm? Where's the enemy?"

"Stop the live stream! Go protect Miss Eden!"

Chaos had erupted inside the stadium as the energy beam swept across, and the attack began in earnest.

The sniper on the high ground had his neck snapped by the spotter who was like a brother to him. The door of the truck carrying lunch opened, and a large group of enemies in black armor and black clothes jumped out and opened fire. Gunshots also came from the guard post where they were supposed to check identities.

Tanks from the same unit turned their guns around and opened fire before their comrades could react; combat drones changed direction and the control room could not be contacted.

Everything was in chaos. It was hard to tell friend from foe, and no one knew which way the guns were pointed. It seemed like the only thing to do was to run, and to run alone.

This is precisely what Ryan fears most. If the Thousand Herrschers truly exist, then there is no safe place in this world, and even the strongest fortress can be breached from within.

Even if there are only two people left in the world, you still have to worry about whether the other one is friend or foe.

The most deadly blows come from behind, and the defense crumbles at a visible speed. It is at this moment that Eden steps onto the stage.

She saw fleeing soldiers, billowing smoke everywhere, humans killing each other, and warplanes colliding in the air.

This scene made her eyes widen slightly; she had never seen anything like it in all her thousands of concerts.

There was no audience, no cheers, only slaughter and despair. She looked down at the audience, where several photographers were hiding under their chairs, staring at her in disbelief.

Eden appeared, her body covered in blood making her seem perfectly integrated into this chaotic scene.

The two looked at each other, the girl only nodded slightly, without exchanging any words, took a light breath, and raised the microphone without any accompaniment.

The wheel of fate turns, swaying pale yellow flowers.

The guitar is played for those who have passed away, and shooting stars fall for those who never return.

A clear voice echoed in the stadium, causing the screams and gunshots to pause for a moment. The humans turned around in astonishment, and the Herrscher also looked over at the same time, seeing the blood-stained flower in the center of the spotlight.

The stage was stained with blood, corpses lay at the feet, and the curtain behind was riddled with bullet holes.

She actually stepped onto the stage? Right now? Right here?

How foolish, and how valiant!

This goes beyond courage; it's like a calm amidst a storm. She simply holds the microphone and uses her singing to release all her emotions.

This is her weapon, her authority, which transmits this power into the heart of everyone.

"Everyone, gather on the stage and protect Miss Eden!"

"Stop hiding, keep the live stream going. She's not afraid, are you going to give up on this historic moment?"

Not only the soldiers, but also the staff took action, as if someone had suddenly raised a flag on the chaotic battlefield, or like a bonfire suddenly lit in the cold night, making people instinctively gather there, even if it meant being crushed to pieces!

this......

The chaos was subsiding, and John turned his head to look, a hint of incomprehension in his emerald eyes.

"Why would she burst into song at a time like this?"