One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty-Five Old and Strong

There are many nursing homes in the Alan Hill Empire, some of which are of high standards, while others are simply places to serve the elderly.

In those high-standard nursing homes, there are many elderly people who are hundreds of years old. They used to be the most powerful magicians in the world, but now they are in their twilight years. Their old bodies can only lie on rocking chairs most of the time. , Quiet like a potted plant.

In a nursing home for magicians in the Shengmo District, an old man was being supported by a young man on a very comfortable maglev car.

Why is the maglev car still called a car? This is an embarrassing detail left over from the rapid development of the times. The official has made it clear that the name of this car is called a maglev tram, but everyone is still willing to call it a car casually to prove themselves Can't keep up with the development of the times.

"Teacher... are you...really going there?" When helping the old man into the car, the young man in the magic robe finally couldn't help asking.

The old man took the walking stick handed to him by the young man, and after the young man got into the car and sat in the passenger seat, he said with a smile: "My child, I am already old. In fact, this world has left me too much. Pity."

When talking about this, his eyes were full of loneliness, because those were all mistakes he had really committed, mistakes that could not be corrected in his life.

Perhaps, if the Alan Hill Empire had never appeared, these faults might not be called faults, but this world has no assumptions, so he can only feel sad for his past.

He said desolately: "When I was young, I made many mistakes. I despised my compatriots and regarded people like me as worthless."

As he spoke, his eyes were a little moist: "At that time, I was no different from a demon. I used to think that I was superior to others as a magician. This mistake has made me feel guilty until now."

When talking about this, he recalled his own past, those bad pasts that were getting far away and almost impossible to remember.

Once, he straddled the dragon's back, overlooking the crowd screaming panickedly. He let his sub-dragon tear the woman's body, and watched the tumbling dragon flames devouring the houses full of villagers.

Once, he hovered in mid-air, and in the howling wind, he watched the charging giant cavalry smash the coalition forces of the Mortal Empire with a single charge. Countless magic fireballs burned on the battlefield, accompanied by the mortal soldiers A desperate scream.

At that time, he didn't feel that he was killing people. In his eyes, these mortals were slaves, food, wealth, and resources that could be squandered... except, they were not people.

recalled here,

His voice became trembling. He looked at his young apprentice on the co-pilot, and said with regret: "Most of my time was wasted on internal friction and plundering. Those depraved days often woke me up in nightmares."

After recalling the past that made him miserable, he remembered the pictures of the rising light.

So his tone was obviously relieved, and he continued: "All this has been going on, until the Alan Hill Empire was born, and I really realized that I was wasting my life from the beginning to the end .”

Once the excuse that "magic is the only hope for mankind" is overthrown, the theoretical basis for the exploitation of the mortal world by the magical world will instantly collapse.

At this time, countless magicians realized that in their long past lives, the lives they despised were all "people" like them!

This kind of shock is actually a nuclear bomb in the spiritual world. The fact that the magicians were able to surrender to the Alan Hill Empire in a short period of time is also directly related to the complete destruction of their theories.

The theories they believed in disappeared, and the magicians who sought the truth and thought they were saving the world were instantly defeated by what they had done.

They are eager to redeem their sins, and the Alan Hill Empire has become their only choice. With an alternative spiritual support, many ideas will naturally follow suit.

The old man sat in the car, feeling the almost unnoticeable bumps. The maglev tram swayed slightly in the airflow, and moved forward smoothly on the second-floor floating road.

The advancement of technology allows people to enjoy life, magic and technology complement each other, creating today's Alan Hill.

With the blessing of magic, many ultra-modern technologies that earth civilizations dare not even think about have become simple and reliable.

The combination of floating magic circle and magnetic levitation technology has made this kind of magnetic levitation tram popular, and it is speeding in the streets and alleys of the Alan Hill Empire.

Like traditional cars, they played an important role in the progress of the empire and witnessed the glory of the empire.

"But, teacher...you have already participated in the magic technology transformation of many empires, and there is no need to..." The young man was still unwilling, and continued to speak, trying to persuade his teacher to give up his insistence.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still wanted to try. After all, the path chosen by his teacher is an almost hopeless path to salvation.

The old man withdrew his gaze from the bustling scenery outside the car window, shook his head and said, "His Majesty the Emperor redeemed me and allowed me to find the direction of magic development, so I exhausted all my life's knowledge and participated in the development and creation of countless magic techniques." among."

"At that time, I was very high-spirited, watching the rapid rise of human civilization, and seeing the Alan Hill Empire become a great interstellar empire..." The old man seemed to have thought of it, sitting in the laboratory by himself, watching his disciples and grandchildren fight for Technology busy figure.

In the past few years, the time when he still had the spirit to lead the team to tackle key problems may be the most memorable good time in his life.

At that time, he could really be said to have achieved his life goal. Lead your motherland on the road of development, and use what you have learned all your life to benefit all people.

But this kind of comparison made him blame himself even more. In his lifespan of more than 300 years, 290 years were wasted...or, it might as well be wasted.

Those two hundred and ninety years, viewed from his current perspective, were nothing but accumulation of crimes! This made him hate himself, and he also hated this era in deep love.

Yes, hate this era. He would dream in his dreams that the Alan Hill Empire had already risen when he was young.

Just like Master William, who has become the leader of the empire's magic research and development department at a young age, he can dedicate his life to a great empire like Alan Hill without having to bear any sinful past.

Pure life! A life without stains... He will not betray like Frundsberg, and will definitely stand firmly under the banner of the Alan Hill Empire, and use his magic knowledge to promote the progress of this era!

No one is unwilling to be the founder of the times, and no one is unwilling to become the cornerstone of the development of civilization with what he has learned all his life.

"Now, someone wants to deprive me of everything! Destroy the meaning of my life... The things I am proud of are wiped out... My child, I can't lie in bed and wait for this to happen." So the old man became Getting angry, he clenched his fists which could hardly be clenched, and said with suppressed anger.

After finishing speaking, he let go of his palm helplessly, looked at the age spots on it, sighed and continued: "Unfortunately, I am old... If I were ten years younger, then I would rather pick up the long sword , Stimulate the magic, go to the front line and take a good look at which bastard dares to desecrate my motherland."

He looked at his arm that was getting thinner due to lack of nutrition, at the wrinkled skin on it, and at the skinny palm, his eyes were full of regret: "I am now more than three hundred years old, and I have reached the end of my life." At the end of the era, there is no way to fight side by side with those young people."

If, if he can really make him decades younger, or even a hundred years younger, he can fight even without an electromagnetic rifle, even without those powerful weapons!

Even if he only has armor carved with patterns, even if he only has a long sword that can be infused with magic, he can bravely kill the enemy!

Even in the face of the cruelest and most powerful enemies, he can forge ahead! This is not bragging!

Back then, he, who regarded human life as worthless, also fought on the front line against the demons. At that time, Grecon did not have ballistic missiles, and at that time, Grecon did not have MiG-21 fighter jets...

"According to the laws of the empire, I can choose to die naturally, or undergo transformation to replace a young magician's body." The old man retracted his thoughts and smiled softly, as if he was full of disappointment with his body.

With his other hand, he was stroking the crutch that had been with him for five years, and felt that no matter how it looked, it was not as pleasing to the eye as a long sword.

"However, as a sinner, a poor old man who once killed his compatriots and treated mortals like livestock, do I really have the face to choose to die naturally?" He seemed to be asking his students, and he seemed to be asking himself.

His student immediately opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again: "Teacher! Actually, you don't need to do this... You have also contributed a lot to the empire, as..."

The old man stretched out his hand to interrupt the other party, shook his head slowly, and denied the other party's persuasion: "You don't understand, child, this kind of thing is not forgiveness when others comfort you... but, ask yourself , the consolation that can be obtained..."

Forgiveness is the redemption of one's own heart, not the forgiveness of others. As long as one's heart can get by, there will be no psychological burden.

This is also the reason why shameless people are shameless, because they can redeem their hearts with very little guilt, so they don't care about the crimes they committed.

To deal with such people, we can only rely on the law. However, there are always people in this world who have higher demands on themselves and are more moral. They are not honest people, and they are not born to be bullied.

It's just that they have higher requirements for their own behavior, have lofty moral standards, and are making their own contributions to the spiritual progress of this world.

Such noble people may live a very tiring life and cannot do whatever they want, but they are indeed contributing their strength to the progress of the whole society. Without these people, there is no need for a civilization to exist.

The old man pointed to his body, and said to his lover: "So I chose to accept the transformation, transform myself into a puppet, and continue to live, just to redeem my sins, to transfer my knowledge, my magic technology, More and more will be left to the empire, and to those who are willing to learn all this."

"So you and your younger brothers and sisters are going to be in trouble. I will come back after a while, and as a reformed puppet, I will continue to serve as your teacher." The old man laughed at himself and said.

Then, he paused for a while, and looked out the window of the car again. There are no bustling streets now, only dense woods.

Apparently, they have driven to the suburbs, to places where there are few people. It seemed to be very close to their destination, because they couldn't see any other vehicles.

In front of a gate protected by guards with live ammunition, the car stopped slowly. The driver handed the ID to the officer at the door, and after the officer inspected it, the door finally opened slowly.

The car started to move again, the guards on both sides gave a solemn military salute, and watched the car disappear at the end of the road.

"Good eyes, I feel very happy that they can send me off like this, very, very happy." The old man said with a smile.

Then, after some distance, the car pulled up in front of a huge building. The old man's disciple got out of the car again and opened the door for the old man.

He got out of the car with the help of his apprentice, looked up at this magnificent building, and the old man nodded in satisfaction: "It looks good!"

He walked forward step by step, passed the corridor full of technicians in white coats walking back and forth, and walked to the door of the room prepared for him.

"Teacher..." The young student wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the old man.

The old man turned around and said: "Since I have chosen to live in pain and redeem my soul, it is only natural to use more painful methods to protect everything I should protect before I am transformed."

He reached out his hand to help his disciple wipe away the tears: "So I filled out the voluntary form calmly... So, now that I am coming here, although my body will feel endless pain, my soul is being washed by the light!"

"Actually, I should thank the source of magic that was once a nightmare in the wizarding world. He developed this technology, which gave me the opportunity to refine my soul and make myself cleaner!" He pointed at himself mockingly, Walked into the door that belonged to him.

The prepared technicians stood quietly in front of a capsule-like container, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Between them was a modified device filled with black liquid. This capsule-like container device extends many cables, like a monster, entrenched in the center of the room.

"Come on! Children! While I can still use it, let those so-called caretakers... know the old man who knows our old magic world, and how to deal with the problem!" The old man handed the walking stick to a young man beside him. People, said softly.

Behind him, the door slowly closed, blocking the sight of his students. With the help of the staff, the old man stepped into the device, and the black liquid soaked the old man's knees, as if there was a kind of magic power, tempting the old man to lie down and immerse in it.

What is the best soldier is the kind of pure fighter who can fight the enemy with the most ferocious attack methods, regardless of his own life and death, and does not even leave his body behind after death.

Such fighters should not appear in this world, because cultivating such fighters is a cruel and inhumane process.

However, when there are countless criminals who committed various crimes when they were young, trying to torture themselves in this cruel way, to repent, and to redeem their souls, this inhumanity becomes A warm embrace.

Ever since, the Alan Hill Empire has an army, an army that is terrifying to the extreme. This army is not human at all, they are a group of complete magical creations, they once had a name that made the devil world shudder - servants of God!

They never flinched in the face of the planes, tanks and cannons of the Alan Hill Empire. They used to attack desperately, and even the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire felt extremely difficult.

When these servants of the gods fought to the end, they would explode like bombs, leaving almost nothing behind. They have no corpses, no armor, and even very little clothes.

But their fierce fighting power will impress the enemy deeply! Each of them is a magician, a high-level magician, the kind of magician who can summon wind and rain to kill through the enemy's formation!

"I have never felt so happy, as if I have regained my youth!" Sitting in a Z-30 helicopter, the pure magic energy body wearing a white robe exclaimed in an indistinct voice .

Opposite the servant of the gods, another servant of the gods is sitting. The task they have to do is very simple, that is, at all costs, to repel the attacking troops of the guardians and help their own troops gain time.

"General Medias' order... must be fulfilled!" Another powerful servant of the gods said loudly to his companions in the turbulent helicopter.

"For the glory of magic...the origin..." Looking at another helicopter galloping forward not far from the open hatch, the servant of God who was sitting by the door also said vaguely.

"For...salvation!" Pressing the magic long sword on his waist, as the most loyal and brave servant of God in the empire, he echoed with a hoarse voice.

The language they communicate is not clear, and it seems that only they can hear clearly. This is a price, a necessary price for gaining power.

As fighters they can be revived almost infinitely, but each time they revive they become weaker.

But it doesn't matter, when they are weak to a certain extent, they will be transformed into puppets and continue to serve the empire.

They are servants of the gods and sinners. Anyway, they don't mind their names, because they are all dying people. It is already a kind of gift for them to feel the howling of the wind again.

"The airborne has begun! My God! Who would have thought that one day, I would carry out such an order... Throwing our own people into the occupied area of ​​​​the Sweeper Army to fight alone..." The pilot on the plane controlled the plane to evade The energy artillery fire on the ground, while complaining loudly.

The pilot of the co-pilot turned on the magic barrier strengthening switch above his head and said, "We are sending them to die...but you can see...they are not human..."

"No! Compared to those damned traitors and conspirators, they are the purest people!" Pulling the joystick in his hand, the captain avoided a cloud of energy and corrected loudly.

"Entered the designated airborne area! Send them down! Get them out of here!" Looking at the precise coordinates on the navigation map, the captain once changed the flight status and ordered loudly.

"Slow down! Slow down! Damn it! We're crazy to slow down in this place!" the co-pilot complained while turning on the green airborne light.

Just in front of him, a black energy ball flew by rapidly, almost hitting a jet engine on their side.

"The enemy is under our feet! The enemy is densely packed!" Through the side porthole, the co-pilot saw the sweepers who opened fire on their plane.

Then, he also saw those non-human people in white robes who jumped out of the cabin from the side-opened cabin door.

One after another, without the slightest hesitation, these servants of the gods, wrapped in shiny magic defense barriers, slid rapidly in the air, and rushed towards the enemies as numerous as ants on the ground.

"I don't have the guts to jump down here!" The co-pilot retracted his head and looked at the cabin behind him: "Is there anyone else?"

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Get out of here! We are going to be shot down!" After no one answered his question, he immediately shouted to the captain beside him: "The magic defense barrier still has one-third of its energy. !"

As he shouted, the Z-30 plane began to accelerate, roaring away amidst the barrage formed by the exploding energy bombs.

And under the back of the plane going away, on the fairly flat ground, the first servant who jumped out of the cabin hit the ground heavily, stirring up a mess of dust.

Then, a huge magical energy blew away the dust, and a white-robed man who had drawn out two long swords from his waist twisted his neck in front of the crowd of sweepers.

"Kill!" Behind this servant of the gods, another servant of the gods jumped up high, shouted indistinctly, and rushed towards the sweepers who had pointed the cannons on their shoulders at them.

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Make up one update today and continue tomorrow. In the past two days, something has happened at Long Ling's house. It's not a big deal, but it has affected his thinking too much, so it has been delayed. I'm really sorry, and I will definitely make up for it. I'm very sorry.