Ark, they don't revolve around you

Arrogance is.

Suddenly, I saw a light in the distance. It was a scavenger's lantern. There used to be a town here, but it was completely destroyed in the war.

The ruins of towns and cities spread across the land, attracting refugees from the wilderness.

The scavenger crawled over little by little. He was obviously an infected person, with no clothes to cover his body and an old appearance.

"My lord! My lord! Give me something to eat."

The Angel's heart suddenly tightened and he slowly turned his head.

There was no doubt about the murderous intent that Zhuang Ning showed just now. Has he gone blood-thirsty?

She was immediately surprised.

The man was filled with violent emotions just now, but they suddenly disappeared when he saw the scavenger.

Zhuang Ning even made room for the old man so that he could sit down and warm himself by the fire.

At this time, Zhuang Ning no longer had the arrogance he had just shown in front of the Blood Demon Lord. He appeared extremely gentle, showing concern and greetings, and finally gave all the gifts to the old man.

He didn't have any of the arrogance he had when he sent away the Blood Demon Lord. He really just looked like a traveler.

The old man left with a grateful look on his face. Zhuang Ning stretched and said calmly, "It's time for us to go too."

Arturo's face was full of confusion: "Why are you helping that old Filin?"

"Miss Tutu, it is our duty to give love and care."

“Duty?” Arturo sneered.

Zhuang Ning said seriously, "You really don't understand. If it were you, you would play the violin to drive the old man completely crazy, so that he would run back and kill all his family members, right?"

The Archangel was stunned again.

Arturo, however, remained calm: "This is his deepest wish. A person who has been expelled from civilization has reached a desperate situation, and you are still pretending to give him hope. In my eyes, people like you are much worse."

"This is the difference between you and me." Zhuang Ning lifted Arturo's face with his hand, "That's why you can't control me, Arturo."

He looked at the staggering old man and watched him gradually disappear, with neither arrogance nor sympathy on his face.

The flying machine descended into the wilderness.

The door opened, the escalator descended, and Zhuang Ning extended his hand to the two women: "Let's go, it's time to go to Kazdel and meet my Majesty."

The haze in the distance cleared away.

As the morning glow rose, Zhuang Ning's memory was suddenly awakened.

It seemed that he had seen a similar sunrise when he left Kazdel.

That day, there were very few people around Zhuang Ning, and all those he thought would be with him forever left him.

Everyone's reasons were impeccable, except for myself, who was still floating on Terra like an evil spirit.

So the past Zhuang Ning died, and only this evil spirit remained.

With the magnificent Tyndall effect before him, Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand, as if trying to catch the beam of light above his head.

He pursed his lips and said, "Kazdel, I'm back."

Chapter 12 Theresa, do you really trust me?

About ten years ago, that was when Zhuang Ning woke up for the first time.

He woke up in a foreign and desolate land, with no memory and nothing. As if guided by fate, he stepped into the land called Kazdel.

The result is this desolate, war-torn wasteland.

Minefields can be seen everywhere, and naked corpses stare at the sky in vain before they die.

The corpse is not afraid, but simply accepts this fact numbly.

Kazdel and others were focused on the battlefield because of foreign invasions, internal divisions, and the numerous warlords of all sizes, and the war never stopped.

Everyone is a born mercenary, or they become food for the mercenaries. The carnivores compete and fight with each other, and are constantly killed by the strong.

Amid the thick smoke, the sound of boots trampling blood-stained mud could be heard.

The carrion crows noticed the approaching person and flapped their wings as if frightened.

Black feathers fell and covered the face with pecked lips. Zhuang Ning gently closed the eyelids of the corpse. No expression could be seen on the face under the mask.

A war was over.

The attack on Theresa was discovered in advance, but he did not let the surrounding civilians evacuate.

Instead, the Doctor acquiesced to this fact.

Using hatred as the fuse, organize a counterattack and defeat the enemy's offensive.

Hatred.

Zhuang Ning couldn't help but wonder when he started to use this emotion so smoothly?

Zhuang Ning does not deny hatred. A guy who does not hate others is either mentally ill or a saint.

It is the instinct of social animals to unite against a common enemy. In ancient times, a tribe would mobilize an army and kill an entire family of the enemy tribe just because of the death of a child or a woman.

This idea of ​​hatred has run through the entire civilization, the simplest and most natural emotion, and in the past, people relied on it to unite.

"Doctor." A voice came from behind.

Zhuang Ning turned his eyes and saw that beautiful figure.

His eyes are as bright as the starry sky, his smile is kind, and although he holds a high position he does not put on airs.

This is Theresa, one of the six heroes who saved Kazdel from the enemy, the demon king chosen by the Black Crown, and the king of the Sarkaz.

There are many reasons why Zhuang Ning chose her, one of which is that he wanted to see her ending.

On the other hand, although his memory had not yet revived, Zhuang Ning still instinctively felt familiar with the black crown.

He was inadvertently involved in the fight between the brother and sister, and got used to the commander's seat without knowing when.

Accustomed to seeing seas of blood and mountains of corpses.

Let go of existing emotions and mobilize all available resources.

Then all I could think about was kill, kill, kill, and then victory.

Zhuang Ning respected Theresa's ideals, but if that was the only reason, he would probably just provide any help other than support.

But perhaps Theresa's crown contains her own memories.

When Zhuang Ning woke up from the black sarcophagus, he had no memories of previous civilizations, not even any memories of his hometown.

As memories that constitute his personality, he is completely lost.

So Zhuang Ning just vaguely felt that he had forgotten something, looking at this devastated world, chasing after a possibility.

To him, Theresa was that possibility.

However, Theresa's disadvantages were obvious, and most warlords and elders chose to support her brother.

Not many people would be willing to buy into an illusory ideal, and more people would expect a strong monarch.

Therefore, before Zhuang Ning joined, Theresa was at an absolute disadvantage.

The pressure on her to survive has squeezed her living space, almost leading to menopause.

After Zhuang Ning joined, everything went smoothly.

Although Zhuang Ning has lost his memory, his instincts and system are still there.

His understanding and absorption of knowledge was at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine. Military qualities that required a long time to accumulate were nothing more than a matter of a few actual battles for him.

At the same time, his contribution in the field of Originium research is also enormous.

It can be said that without Zhuang Ning, there would be no current stalemate.

But in fact, not many people like Zhuang Ning. This taciturn doctor is actually only loved by a small number of mercenaries.

Those mercenaries included Ace and Scout, who knew the original Doctor. This was just a drop in the bucket and could not change the fact - that Zhuang Ning was a big outlier in Theresa's camp.

This alien is synonymous with terror to the enemy and will use any means necessary to achieve victory.

Even his own people are not trustworthy, because it seems that in Zhuang Ning's eyes, everyone is just a pawn.

Countless people have complained, criticized, and even advised Theresa to be wary of the doctor.

However, Theresa kept silent about it and even trusted Zhuang Ning more.

But in fact, Theresa and Zhuang Ning did not spend much time together - at least not much in Zhuang Ning's opinion.

Except in public, the two rarely communicated, and Zhuang Ning was willing to serve her only to get back his "most precious" memories.

So, when Zhuang Ning heard Theresa's question, he was stunned for a moment.

"Doctor, do you think I can win?"

"You shouldn't think like that. You are our commander."

“Everyone has tried their best, but I don’t think we can win.” Theresa said quietly.

Zhuang Ning sneered: "No, I won, my highness, if you can give me all your power and trust."

"I will have time to develop better weapons, unite your soldiers, and spread your ideas." Zhuang Ning's voice became more solemn and dissatisfied. "Give me Kal'tsit's position, and I will bring you the victory you want."

Kal'tsit and Zhuang Ning are Theresa's wings.

Zhuang Ning is in charge of the war and military affairs, while Kal'tsit is in charge of internal management.

But Kal'tsit and Zhuang Ning always have different opinions and are hostile to each other...

If the military and political power were entrusted to Zhuang Ning, there would be no more obstacles. He would surely be able to move forward like a storm!

"But what is the price?" Theresa asked.

Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, then laughed: "Isn't the cost obvious? There will be many deaths."

“Die…”

"That has nothing to do with you, does it? Isn't the blame all on me? The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel... Your Highness, I only recently learned my nickname."

Zhuang Ning seemed to be mocking himself, "Very appropriate, it turns out there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames."

"PhD……"

"Your Highness, you don't want to." Zhuang Ning turned around, "Your reasons are very good, but that has nothing to do with me."

"I am a mercenary hired by you. You have something I want, so I will obey your orders." Zhuang Ning looked back, his eyes slightly cold.

"That's all the relationship between us, Your Highness. There is nothing else."

A dagger was placed at his neck.

Zhuang Ning didn't even notice when the man approached, but he didn't mind at all and sneered softly: "Askalon."

"Perhaps you should be more respectful to His Majesty." The shadow outlined a human figure and said coldly.

This killer who had executed countless traitors was also Theresa's most loyal person.

"Don't do it." Theresa interrupted her, "Come back, Ascalon, I never asked you to do anything to the doctor."

Askalon had no choice but to slowly put down the dagger reluctantly.

Zhuang Ning felt happy: "Your Highness, this is how you win people's hearts, right? You are selfless and admirable." There was no weirdness in his voice.

"Doctor...I..."

"I'm tired, Your Highness. I'll leave the job of rewarding the soldiers to you." Zhuang Ning said without even turning his head.

Theresa was left shaking her head helplessly.

"Your Highness, you should let me teach him a lesson." Askalon said in a low voice.

"The doctor has reason to be angry. He has too much burden on his shoulders."

"But everyone has a heavy responsibility, so why should he be the only one allowed to indulge himself?"

Theresa stopped Ascalon: "This is my fault."

"In the end, I think he will hate me, right?" She covered her chest with her hands, and there was a flash of...pain.

The pain was fleeting, but Zhuang Ning happened to look back and saw that gaze.