Ark, they don't revolve around you

The general's sword strike was truly exquisite, reaching perfection, like a streaking lightning, with blood gushing out from the smooth cross-section, the color as red as paint.

Shaking the blood off his sword, the general sighed, "If Quesatusta is really caught, he will most likely be sentenced to death."

"Of course, the premise is that you can really capture Quesatusta."

The general's expression changed, as if it was melting, and finally solidified into a fluid, which was manipulated at will by a huge hand, outlining the magician's figure in the blink of an eye.

The Shapeshifter can also plunder the memories of the object he transforms, and he uses this method to dig deep into the information of the Shard.

"What a headache! It turns out that it's not that easy to start this thing."

The Shard is one of Kazdel's greatest deterrents, and the characteristic of deterrence is that it must never be used lightly.

Therefore, to activate the Shard, not only does it need to be charged, but it also requires Theresa's permission.

This bit of information was dug out by the shapeshifter as he arrived, his hands tapping away at the keys frantically.

The Shapeshifter did not intend to fully activate the Shard. What he wanted was a natural disaster that could shake the current order in Kazdel.

This is the sign of Quesatusta's return. The "former demon king" uses this method to show off his return!

The disaster control device dissipated the light, and a huge disaster cloud swept across.

The storm is coming.

……

……

same moment.

As if sensing the storm, the dead souls immediately received the signal.

--disappear.

The dead soul knew that it was Zhuang Ning who deliberately indulged in this conspiracy, and this person had already learned the whole plan from him.

If he wanted to stop it, he had thousands of ways to do it, but Zhuang Ning chose to let it go.

Forget it, so what?

That damn guy didn't take the Sarkaz seriously at all. Such hatred surged in the dead soul's heart, and he wished he could tear Zhuang Ning into pieces.

But as soon as the thought came to its mind, a black shadow appeared behind it.

A dead soul is a spiritual being. Theoretically, no life can hide from its perception. However, not only was it unable to fully perceive that person, but its inner thoughts were also revealed.

"Are you cursing me in your heart again? Are you done yet?"

"I--"

The dead soul was about to speak.

Then, a sharp sword light burst out, tearing the silent sky.

The sword cut through the will of the dead souls, and truly conveyed the rage of the sword's owner.

"You are weak at hypnosis, poor at bending over, loose in your movements, and slow in your reactions. And yet you still dare to slander me behind my back?"

Zhuang Ning stepped on the still-powerful dead soul and said, "I think you should be more ambitious."

Perhaps it was a habit, Zhuang Ning was extremely cruel to his enemies.

"You're just going to watch the calamity clouds form?" the dead soul roared.

"What do you know?" Zhuang Ning sneered, sheathed his sword, and even took out some popcorn, acting like an audience member.

"How can you highlight your brutality if you don't kill some people?"

"Besides, I have predicted that the number of deaths this time will not be too large. It is within a completely acceptable range, and your white-horned demon king does not want to make a big deal out of it."

Finally, he gave the dead soul a fierce kick, then turned around leisurely and said softly, "But this is the incident you caused, but it's hard to say whether you can control it."

……

……

The calamity cloud swept past.

With a sound that made one's teeth ache, huge Originium condensed and fell into the building, bursting into huge crystals.

It was as if the gun was about to cut the ground apart.

This is not a large scale, only at the level of a dirty bomb, and it is not a natural disaster at all.

But this was only a small first wave, and the thick clouds did not dissipate.

Palace, balcony.

The evening breeze blew gently, and Theresa saw a dark cloud.

There was an extra pair of hands behind her, resting on her shoulders, and a special light lingered on the hands, like the flowing light of dusk and dawn.

It symbolizes both rebirth and sunset, and is also the magic of "Pardoner" that Zhuang Ning has been studying recently.

It can be seen that the effect is good. Surrounded by the light, Theresa's face showed a silent intoxication.

"how?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"Watch the disaster cloud fall." Zhuang Ning said quietly.

Theresa turned her head and looked at the man, his black clothes fluttering in the wind.

As expected of a benevolent monarch, there was sympathy in his eyes: "It's sad."

She didn't say much, but just this expression caused strong emotions to surge towards Zhuang Ning like a tide.

This was the power left by the Demon King, the power of empathy. The flames illuminated Theresa's face, and she begged.

Zhuang Ning waved his hand and coldly brushed away Theresa's heavy and depressed mood, like sweeping away dust.

"Are you grieving for the Sarkaz who opposed you?"

He deliberately threw the demons who opposed Theresa into the marginal area.

Ever since Zhuang Ning took control of Theresa, their interests have been closely linked.

When it comes to eradicating dissidents, it is always easier to eliminate them physically than to destroy them mentally or gain their reputation.

So when Zhuang Ning heard that the pardon master was going to do this, he not only did not stop him, but even added fuel to the fire.

There may be innocent people among them, but how many innocent people have died at the hands of Zhuang Ning so far?

Those deaths turned into numbers and became part of the tiny dust.

Zhuang Ning took out the red wine, poured himself a glass, hesitated slightly, and finally poured a glass for Theresa.

The natural disaster finally showed signs of receding, but this did not mean it had stopped; instead, it had become even worse.

As if brewing, the darkness above became deeper and deeper.

Tears dripped down Theresa's face. Tragedy, tragedy, death... She had experienced too much, and all the sorrow almost weighed down her shoulders.

Looking at the falling tears, Zhuang Ning suddenly became a little curious.

This was definitely not the first time he saw Theresa cry, but——

"Have you ever cried for me?" Zhuang Ning asked.

His question was light-hearted, but his eyes were sharper.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, her lips trembling, but she shook her head helplessly.

"Why?" Zhuang Ning stroked his chin.

“Because you are strong…” Theresa said.

Because he is strong.

Her tears will probably only be shed for injustices, but the strong will overcome all difficulties.

This answer was too straightforward. Theresa felt uneasy. She absolutely could not lie to Zhuang Ning at this moment.

Will he be angry?

Zhuang Ning lowered his head, chewing over these words, his face buried in the shadows, thinking, and remained silent for a long time.

After a moment, he raised his face, and the face covered with darkness slowly changed, and finally condensed into a surprised... smile!

"Strong."

"Yes, no one has the right to shed tears for the strong, that's right!"

Zhuang Ning raised his hand and pointed it at the "Natural Disaster Control Device" that was flashing with strong light.

In the instrument covered by special glass, a dazzling phenomenon burst out.

Originium gathered above the heads of many people, attracting its kind around like a black hole, and quickly fell with a huge flame tail.

The city defense artillery was aimed at the falling meteorite, and the artillery fire that was powerful enough to penetrate high-speed warships was unable to stop the meteorite at all.

The princess looked at the falling stars and was embraced by someone.

She felt the tenderness on her face and then she realized that Zhuang Ning was also crying.

The face had such a strange expression as it was crying and smiling at the same time.

But it does not make people feel contradictory, but instead presents a strange harmony.

Theresa was of course controlled by Zhuang Ning, but the doctor also allowed this puppet to maintain its own identity. He did not want anyone to notice anything unusual unless the other party was overly familiar with her like Kal'tsit.

Theresa's personality is still normal, so how should she describe the doctor's inner world?

That slight sympathy seemed to be mourning the mood of an innocent person.

That huge mockery seemed to be despising the coldness of everything.

Almost everything was dragged into the quagmire-like obsession, sharpened through countless times of darkness.

Finally, the evil spirit whispered:

"Only the strong are entitled to sympathy."

As he spoke, the Originium fell, the entire block shook, countless buildings were razed to the ground, and countless people died in this conspiracy.

The constant vibrations even shook Zhuang Ning's feet, and huge fragments hit Zhuang Ning and Theresa.

Theresa tried to fight back.

But she couldn't move at all. Zhuang Ning held her down tightly and made her watch this scene.

Facing the fragments, Zhuang Ning waved quietly.

As the response progressed, an endless river of blood rose up. The blood of those who died in the Shard Storm was completely drawn out and held in Zhuang Ning's hands.

The scarlet sword exuded countless wails and resentments, while the evil spirit gently grasped it and swung it!

Just this one action can wipe out the fragments from the world!

The hot wind blew across Zhuang Ning's face, and no trace of tears was left.

That was probably the last tear of this evil spirit, which shattered with Theresa's words.

Theresa was stunned and fell to her knees.

"What about now?" Zhuang Ning asked in a hoarse voice again, "How do you feel now?"

Theresa held her heart in her hands, feeling heartbroken because of the deaths and injuries, and answered Zhuang Ning's question without saying a word.

Zhuang Ning raised her chin with satisfaction: "You never cried for me because you thought I could handle it."

"You are right, I have overcome my inner self..." Zhuang Ning squatted down and smiled, "Theresa, so many people died, most of them were because of you. I could have stopped the meteorite, but because of your answer, I decided not to stop it."

"I want to see if my heart is really as hard as stone." Zhuang Ning kissed Theresa's forehead, kissing the tear that smelled of blood.

"Can evil spirits cry? Yes, those cries remind me of myself a long time ago, when I also knelt on the ground and could only wail helplessly."

"It suddenly occurred to me that before I became an evil spirit, I was just an ordinary person... a prisoner in captivity."

"The prisoner me has always been hated by the current me, but, but... I seem to understand suddenly."

Zhuang Ning pointed at the rising smoke and the destruction on the ground and laughed.

The sound spread among the ruins and echoed throughout the heaven and earth!

"I am a sinner!"