Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Doctor, you are a great man in my eyes. Perhaps you yourself have not realized that you cannot tolerate this kind of filth and injustice, so you choose to use the most brutal method."

"Great... Ha, ha, you are the first person to describe me like this." Zhuang Ning smiled, with a hint of mockery in his smile, "You don't know me."

Andoin was not angry, but remained calm: "I still remember the first time I met you. When I was still thinking about how to redeem myself, you appeared in front of me and told me that it was ridiculous. Terra is full of unreasonable things."

"You talked about your hometown, saying that there were no mobile cities or Originium there, but at least there were the concepts of equality and freedom, and a relatively good environment that at least allowed survival."

"But in this land, except for Lateran, there is no paradise. Yan, which claims to be a prosperous country, has bandits. Hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of people die in Colombia every year in pioneering land."

"There are clearly enough resources to support everyone, but a large number of people still die because of the rulers' will."

"What does this prove?" Zhuang Ning sneered.

"It means you've been dissatisfied for a long time." Andorn said quietly, "You think Terra is more ridiculous than I do."

"The reason why I support you is not because of the future you showed me, but because of yourself." He said seriously, "Doctor, I believe you can bring salvation to Terra."

"Then I will promise you." The darkness in Zhuang Ning's eyes was like a curtain, "But I still want to tell you, don't have any unreasonable expectations of me. For me, going home will always be my greatest obsession."

He sipped the blood-red wine again. "As for what you said - clearing away the injustice, haha, it's just because I happen to have the ability to do so. Redemption is too far away from me, and killing is my best means."

"I believe you are not lying." Andorn still maintained that smile and looked directly into Zhuang Ning's soul, "So, do it."

"From today on, the Pathfinder Organization will serve you."

"The day you capture Lateran, that will be the day we find a way out."

……

……

The night is like water.

Melodious music echoed in Zhuang Ning's ears, and he followed the sound to the central courtyard.

The thin moonlight shines on the fallen Sakta, who is playing a mourning melody.

When the song ended, Arturo turned around and smiled quietly:

"I sense that you are not in a good mood."

"Is it not good?"

"...I was wrong. You've never been in a good mood. The correct way to put it is that your mood has been disturbed again." Arturo stared into the night sky. "Is it related to that martyr?"

"Yes, Andorn." Zhuang Ning frowned, "He said that the reason I long for destruction is because I am dissatisfied with everything in this world."

"Huh?" Arturo laughed.

Her body twisted randomly, she felt pain, and heard a cold voice: "I didn't ask you to smile."

Arturo didn't mind Zhuang Ning's brutality, and said with a serious expression, "You just noticed it today?"

"what?"

"I thought you should have figured it out a long time ago." Arturo said softly, "I'm not denying your obsession with going home. What I mean is that your desire to go home is not inconsistent with your desire to turn Terra upside down."

"You put on the mask of a madman, but underneath your madness, isn't it the pursuit of some kind of justice?"

"You want to say I'm righteous?" Zhuang Ning said ridiculously, "I'm going to kill a lot of people next."

"Why can't this be justice? Killing is inevitable, and what you are doing will bring a bright future."

"Even if I will be the greatest sinner on Terra and bring the greatest destruction?"

"Yes, you are the greatest sinner, but also the greatest savior and leader."

"You should naturally be the emperor of Terra, and your Rhodes Island should be the Ark of Enlightenment!"

"You clearly hated me so much before." Zhuang Ning narrowed his eyes.

"People change." The expression on Arturo's face faded, and his slender fingers rested on Zhuang Ning's face, as if he wanted to dig out the mask. "Now you are my master, the righteous man. I serve you, so naturally there is no question of disgust."

Zhuang Ning smiled and waved her hand away: "It's up to you."

He turned his eyes back, and was actually relieved: "But, you are right."

“Maybe I am really fighting for my own justice.”

ps: Today is a transition chapter, and tomorrow the Holy City of Lateran will fall.

Sorry, please take a day off

As the title says, the temperature has changed dramatically recently. Maybe it was because I stayed outside for too long yesterday, so I had a low fever when I woke up this morning.

I really don't have the energy to write, so I'll take a day off. If I feel better tomorrow, I'll try to update more and make up for today.

Yesterday we said that Lateran was destroyed. It seems that we have to let Lateran live one more day.

Alas, the only advantage of having a fever is that I can touch myself openly all day long...

Chapter 27: Here the Lateran is Destroyed

The 24th is a peaceful day.

The streets of Lateran were filled with joyful singing, and the Sakotas were more restless than ever.

The tall Christmas tree was decorated with colorful lights and looked particularly gorgeous. Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from somewhere.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke billowed, and the magnificent church was blown to pieces, but no one cared.

Some Sakotas were even dissatisfied: "Only bombing a church? I think the scale is too small!"

"Okay, you know, because of the so-called doctor, this Christmas Eve is destined not to be as unrestrained as in the past."

The Sakotas are fond of firearms, explosives, and especially explosions, and they take genuine pleasure in destroying buildings.

Of course, this doesn't mean they like to hurt people. Unlike the Sarkaz who use their weapons to kill people, this is just a hobby.

Rutland deliberately encourages similar hobbies and regularly opens up opportunities to bomb buildings. Excalibur once bombed his alma mater before graduating.

Although Angel's sister did not have such a glorious record, she was an excellent student in that class and left a great reputation, known as the Silent Remion.

In the past, Christmas Eve would always be filled with huge earthquakes and sweets, but this year, due to the harsh words spoken by the doctor, the Vatican and the notary office had to exercise restraint and at the same time dispatched garrisons to step up defense efforts.

——The garrison also belongs to the Papal Palace, but its members are not from Sakota, but mostly from Liberi.

Liberi, holding a spear blade and wearing the uniform of a garrison soldier, curled his lips and said, "Finally, we can have some peace and stability this year."

He couldn't stand Sakota's frivolousness in the past.

"Be careful with your words." The officer said coldly.

"Why bother, sir? The Sakota don't mind our words. They just think we are pathetic." Liberi's words were sharp.

Except for the outlier Fiameta, few Liberians can enter the core of Lateran, and most of them can only rely on Sakota.

It was precisely because they could not tolerate this that in the past a group of Liberians left the holy city and established a country on a peninsula near the ocean.

The name of that country is Iberia. In its golden age, their bombardment frightened Victoria, which was at its peak. Even the Witch King was dazzled by their greatness. The still young Colombia was like a newborn baby in front of the greatness of Iberia.

But now Iberia has declined, but Lateran still stands.

The Papal Palace tolerated Liberi's betrayal tolerantly and still allowed Liberi to stay as an equal.

This is already a blessing, but the Liberians who have lived here for generations sometimes feel unfair and annoyed. They have no channels for upward mobility, and Sakota is always superior and high above them.

The white walls of the Papal Chamber are lit by countless incandescent lamps, and the saints on the niches hold guns, solemn and gentle.

This dignity was broken by a suppressed, low voice filled with anger.

"What do you mean you can't stop it, Oren?"

Sakta, who had red hair tied on his forehead, rough skin, and obvious traces of war, sneered:

"Your Excellency, my report is obvious. It cannot be stopped."

The beautiful Willlif looked as solemn as a tombstone: "In this month, how many monasteries and churches do you think have been destroyed? Victoria, Leitania, Syracuse... and we in the Seventh Department mobilized all our forces to fight the Doctor, but in the end we returned empty-handed."

The Seventh Hall has a solemn meaning among the Pope's Halls. Fiammetta, who monitors the fallen angel Mostima, belongs to this Hall.

As a cardinal, Valerie represents the dark side of Lateran.

Her faith is devout but not fanatical, and such Sakotas are often the most terrifying.

As for Oren, he is an extreme racist and feels that Sakata's current policies are too soft.

He had witnessed the atrocities of the Sarkaz and hated the demons so much that he wanted to wipe them out himself.

But at this moment, Oren seemed frivolous. He did not mention the Sarkaz, but just sneered: "You are too panicked. He is just a demon king."

"You're just happy that we have a reason to attack Kazdel, Oren."

After his true feelings were exposed, Oren casually took out the wine and drank it down in a very ungraceful manner.

He said: "The demon king named Zhuang Ning did a good job. The more he does this, the more people will hate the demons."

"Cheers to the Doctor, and to a war against the Sarkaz!" Oren shouted, not taking the religious laws seriously at all, and continued to drink big gulps of wine.

"But that doctor was really stupid. He threatened to destroy Lateran on Christmas Day... He overestimated his own capabilities. The Holy City has stood on the earth for thousands of years, and even the dating method is based on our standards. How could anyone dare to overthrow it..."

"Don't be careless, Oren." Weierlifu scolded, "That's what the Holy See told us to be vigilant about."

Although she said this, she also scoffed at the Demon King's words.

The devil is foolish to think that Lateran is nothing special just because it destroyed the monastery and defeated the musketeers.

The Lateran must be immortal, just as the Tower of Revelation is eternal.

The volume of the explosions decreased, and the sound of bells became magnificent instead.

Countless white doves flew across the sky, as if to bring peace.

Oren sneered softly:

"It seems that our Demon King can't come... The Law protects Lateran. Even if the Demon King can manipulate space, he can't escape the surveillance of the Law."

He said fiercely: "Give me some time, Liv, I will deal with him..."

Willliv also drank some wine and was a little tipsy, smiling beautifully: "Yes."

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly fixed and she rubbed her eyes, as if she had seen the most incredible phenomenon.

"Oren, you..."

"What's wrong with me..." Oren was stunned after saying this, he lowered his head and looked down, and saw a crystalline black color condensed on his body.

That is Originium.

Not only that, the halo above his head dimmed quickly, and Oren lost his power of empathy in an instant, with mist in his eyes.

Pitch-black horns quickly grew on top of his head, and a long demonic tail appeared at the end.

In just a moment, Oren fell from grace and became the demon he hated the most.

"Why..." Oren was speechless.

Valerie turned around in panic, her exquisite robe spinning, she wanted to tell the Pope about this abnormality.

As long as it does not violate the law, Sakota should not fall from heaven even if he suffers from mineral sickness. Why...

She fell down, her face showing unusual pain, and her panting breath revealed the great change.

The halo and wings dimmed and turned black, quickly shattered, and two feet and a tail grew from the head...

The thread that connected her to the gods disappeared completely, and Valerie became an ugly fallen angel!

On the street, the Sakotas who were still blasting buildings were stunned by each other, pointing at each other's friends' faces, laughing with a hint of doubt:

"Hey, why do you have horns?!"

"You've grown devil horns, too. You even have a tail, and it's still wiggling!"

In the Pope's Hall, Valerie's face changed suddenly and she immediately ran to a high place.

She saw that every sakta within reach was dyed black.

"Impossible!" the purple-haired cardinal roared, his beautiful and unfathomable face looking particularly crazy.

She used madness to cover up her fear: "That person sneaked into Lateran City? Why can't the law sense it?!"