Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

[Hey, does it sound like a righteous superhero?]

[But, I believe more in "justice of results" than the "justice of process" of heroes.]

流

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㈡

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Ling

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⒏

②

(two)

[So, whether it was Quintus or Lyco, I slaughtered them without even a moment's hesitation.]

[The only thing I regret now is that I didn’t kill Amaya and the bishop who escaped at the same time.]

Laurentina raised her hand and watched the azure pupils open on the back of her hand, just looking at her quietly.

[So, I’m sorry, Laurentina, at first you may have just thought I was a good person, but after this period of contact, you should have recognized my true nature.]

[I am just a guy who always follows his own way of thinking.]

[I don’t want to throw away my kindness, but I know very well that pure kindness is nothing but a fleeting nothingness.]

[In order to protect the good that I pursue, I will not hesitate to wield the butcher knife towards "evil".]

[So, Laurentina, after realizing this, you——]

"I know..."

Zuo Jian was stunned and looked at Laurentina's face that was close to him.

She placed the back of her hand against her forehead.

Facing that blue pupil up close.

It was as if their foreheads were pressed together.

"Zujian, I know what kind of person you are. I knew it from the moment you killed those children who were experimented on with your own hands."

"You are a very kind person. When you treat people in need, you never mind what they have, no matter if they are dirty or not, or if they have had a grudge against you before. You are willing to walk among them, put on the cloak of a "saint", distribute food to them, and want to teach them how to farm and make a living."

"However, when faced with those evil or sinister guys, you can push yourself into the abyss of killing without hesitation..."

"This is much more difficult than just killing or indiscriminately releasing kindness, Zuo Jian."

Laurentina whispered, opening her arms.

Zuo Jian was stunned, feeling as if his flesh and blood were being mobilized.

In front of the girl, the blood-red tentacles and light blue sash seemed to come alive.

They gathered together, constantly changing shape and blending, and finally transformed into a red figure that gathered in front of Laurentina.

[This is......]

Zuo Jian felt the separated half of Laurentina's body.

There was only half a body, and the lower part was even connected to the skirt that was floating around.

The whole scene is set off with a strange beauty of lines.

Laurentina opened her arms, placed Zuo Jian's consciousness in the half body in front of her, and then hugged it tightly.

"Zuojian...I always feel that you are very tired...I'm sorry, it seems that this is the only thing I can do to hug you...Zuojian, I'm sorry...I have always asked you to help me..."

[Laurentina...]

He looked at the girl who was hugging him, was stunned for a moment, then controlled his blood-red arms and hugged her as well.

Obviously, he wanted to educate Laurentina according to his own words, to make her think independently, and to make her realize that she was not someone she could trust 100%.

Unexpectedly, I was comforted by the other party.

Zuo Jian controlled half of his body, and then turned into tentacles and clothes and returned to Laurentina.

[No, that's enough. It's better to say that the fact that you are able to realize that you are relying on others is already a big step forward.]

[However, there is no need to worry, because at least now, I am still by your side.]

[In that case, at least during this period of time - isn't it natural to rely on adults?]

"really?"

Laurentina blinked and asked to the left.

[certainly.]

"Then you have to draw a picture for me too! I want one with colors!"

[Ahem...what?]

Her attitude changes quickly

I even couldn't keep up when I got to the left room.

"Hehe, it's settled. You said the next stop is Victoria, right? I think you can buy a full set of materials there. Zuojian, you promised me, right?"

Laurentina asked with her hands on her hips and a smile.

[Huh? Why do you want to paint too? I haven’t done color matching for a long time.]

"I don't care. I want a portrait anyway!"

[Okay, okay, okay, huh... damn, so you just said so much to set me up?]

Zuo Jian was amazed at when Laurentina had learned to use such a long conversation to set a trap for him.

"No, what I just said is true—"

Laurentina walked on the beach humming a song from her hometown.

(Two updates today, two updates!)

Anyway, it’s time to enter a new chapter!

°q裙&*(六) ∪六【￠⑵!?+*岭≥零+*扒+迩∥Ⅱ*%~Ahhh! Finally! Finally, I’m going to end this chapter where Iberia was the starting point! I’m entering the place I really want to write!

To be honest, I am not very suitable for describing plots like the gradual growth of emotions, but for the sake of the sequel, I still have to use the current plot to pave the way for the bond between Zuo Jian and Laurentina.

This is a relatively new attempt for me (so it’s quite painful)

But it’s not a big problem!

Now we are entering my favorite part!

Great joy——

Maybe I can’t say I’m good at it, but at least I like describing similar plots! I’ll keep you in suspense as to what kind of plot it is!

The only thing I can say is that I intend to write every character that appears in this book seriously.

Laurentina and Zuo Jian are two travelers traveling together on this land, and the various people they meet along the way will affect whether this journey is real or empty.

Anyway, let me cheer myself up first! I need to work harder! ! ! ! !

Chapter 15: Butterfly Wings, Flap and Flap (Part 1)

chaos......

Disorder....

fanaticism......

The noisy roar continues to echo in the consciousness storage structure unit called the brain.

The sound was torn into pieces and scattered into the air, then swept around by the strong wind.

"Quintus..."

"The Bishop of the Deep Sea..."

Xiutina sat upright in the church and began to sort out the information in her mind.

After the first and second consciousness bodies completed their tasks, they chose to leave.

She sat aside, looking at the dilapidated church. The first ray of sunlight in the morning once again shone through the hole.

Residents began to move in one after another.

"Hello, Sister—"

They stepped forward and saluted her.

"Today is not a day for traveling. What are you planning to do by coming to church?"

Xutina's face was still expressionless, but to the ordinary residents, they just felt that the nun was not as fond of smiling as before.

"Sister, didn't we say that we should come to the church every once in a while to pray and study?"

A resident stepped forward and asked.

Hearing this, Xiutina closed her eyes.

...Quintus Memory.....Extracted...

Relevant regulations....Deep Sea Church....Brainwashing and initial transformation.

.......

The first consciousness body gives the bottom-level command to help the residents and gradually change.

.....

understand.

“Yes, today is a day of prayer and study, and we should all pray to our only Lord.”

Xiutina walked forward and led the residents into the worship hall.

The residents seemed more orderly at this time. They walked into the hall without saying a word and with their heads down.

Then, under the gaze of Xiutina, everyone knelt on the ground, and the leading resident stepped forward and lifted the rag covering the stone statue in the church not far away.

She looked at the stone statue, a strange creature with extremely crude workmanship, but she could vaguely see the outline of its twisted tentacles.

Tentacles, gills, flowers, outer layer of carapace, all kinds of strange elements are gathered together as if forcibly pieced together to form this stone statue.

"...Is this a praying statue?"

Xiutina walked forward, looked at the statue, and felt something strange rising and falling in her chest.

Is this...emotion?

Or rather, disgust?

"Yes, didn't the priest with you say that He is a great being who regards all of us as compatriots and family members?"

"nun?"

Great...existence?

Thesaurus... piled up...

Haisi, an evolved life form...

Man-made product.

Lost subjective consciousness.

There is no match for the word great.

She stepped forward and lifted the heavy stone statue with one hand.

Then he casually threw it out of the window as if throwing away garbage!

"Sister, why do you want to throw His statue? Shouldn't we respect Him?"

"Because He is not worthy."