Chapter 782: Regicide

When Zagara brandished a huge bone spur and attacked Mr. J, Tang Fang had already reached the second-floor platform.

In the north of the square, Tang Lin was quickly breaking through the blockade constructed by the s-series clones and the black warriors, approaching where Henrietta and the others were.

Anthem Will looked sullenly at the northern battlefield, unaware that the situation in the southern part of the square had reversed.

The arrival of Tang Fang woke up the two black warriors. The black warrior standing behind the damaged stone sculpture raised his right arm to activate the weapon system of the power armor, but before he could pull the trigger, a black shadow from the sky suddenly entangled him. His arm, to the side, pulled his body weighing hundreds of kilograms directly to the corner of the second-floor platform, and the bullets ejected from the muzzle left a row of bullet craters on the stone pillars on the east side.

At the same time, another black shadow descended, circled in the air, and shot towards the shadow area of ​​the stone screen on the east side of the first floor at high speed.

There was a scream, blood spattered on the ground around the stone screen, and a dead body slowly rose.

For unknown reasons, Norwood did not leave the battlefield, but hid in the shadow of the stone screen to watch the battle in the north of the square.

He didn't die under the stone rain caused by the cracking of the golden lion, but he died under the long rope-like black shadow.

Anthem Will turned his head and saw Tang Fang on the other side of the stage on the second floor, looking at the dilapidated stone sculpture from him, Mr. J who was fighting with a strange giant beast on the stage on the first floor, and the siege from a distance The golden warrior of the s series clones and the black warrior.

He didn't understand, no matter what, where did Tang Fang's reinforcements come from? There were only 5 people participating in the celebration, and it was even more impossible for the monster on the first floor, which was comparable to a light tank, to hide from the guards and move quietly. into the palace.

The black shadow waving like a long rope hung Norwood's body in the air for a while, and then flung it into the ditch on the north side of the square, splashing a huge splash.

With the light of the three Khanos brothers, he finally saw what it was.

Not a long rope. Rather, it is a section of joints connected together, with black spikes at the end, and the upper end protruding into the sky.

When subconsciously looked up. A creature with a snake-like body but human-like facial features slowly landed from a height of more than ten meters.

Its tail stands erect behind it. The black vortex that stretched up into the sky, the bony tentacles that interrupted Darth Vader's shot and stabbed Norwood to death came from its crown.

Anthem Will opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, but the confident light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

The black warrior in the corner of the second-floor platform tried to resist,

Izsha's 2 tentacles entangled his arms and raised it high, while the other two tentacles pierced the St. George's power armor's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Red light bloomed, and the two tentacles seemed to be nails hammered into the wall. It directly pierced through the shell and liquid metal layer of the St. George-class power armor, pierced into the chest cavity of the Darth Vader, and finally drilled out from the back.

Praise Will once watched the performance test of the St. George-class power armor. Conventional military weapons like the Striker are hard to break even its shell, let alone the liquid metal layer inside. However, this snake girl who fell from the sky unexpectedly broke through the defense of the St. George-level power armor with two tentacles, and stabbed the black warrior inside to death.

What the hell is it? What is the source of the red light circulating at the end of the tentacles?

He didn't speak, and Tang Fang didn't speak either, but quietly picked up the King's Sword that fell beside him. Looking at Hymn Will behind the other Darth Vader.

Things have developed to the point where there is no point in negotiating, and Psalmwell knows it very well. The canonization ceremony that Tang Fang asked for was not at all to justify the title of the heir to Elena's Duchy of Kenar.

He was originally a person who didn't take royal power seriously, so how could he face the canonization ceremony with the emotions of respect and belief? He just needs a stage, a stage to crush the Golden Lion and kill him in front of many people.

Kyrenia's politics, Henrietta's politics, Tucson's politics were not what he wanted. Break the rule of kingship and defeat the rule of aristocracy. That's his real purpose.

From the Monya Empire to entering the Star Alliance. He has never changed since he got involved in the political affairs of the United Kingdom of Turanx.

Don't forget the original intention. Fang De always.

A figure rushed out of nothingness, throwing the black warrior to the ground.

Tang Fang's foot stepped on the broken stone sculpture, shaking many broken stones away, and the long sword that was shining with cold light was held tightly in his palm, and pierced through the barriers of time and space very smoothly and firmly towards the chest of Zan Geweier .

His hands never trembled, his sword never trembled, his eyes were clean and calm. Even if what he wants to do is to kill, the target is the king of this country, wearing the light of power, wearing the crown of the king,

Yes, just like Hymn Will's guess, the so-called canonization ceremony is just the stage he chose to end all this.

His experience in the Monya Empire told him that he should never place his hope on power.

His experience in the United Kingdom of Turanx told him that if there is no destruction, there will be no establishment, and if there is no destruction, how can we talk about rebirth? The mountain of kingship weighs on every commoner, destroying everyone's dignity and humanity from body to soul.

They can't raise their heads, they can't see the road ahead, and naturally they can't see the light beyond the horizon. They can only see the ground three inches below their feet. Yes, hobbled.

People like to watch zombie movies, but no one knows what the directors or screenwriters really think, they won't say. Those who can understand will naturally understand, and those who cannot understand will naturally not understand.

People who seek excitement in the world of the walking dead, under the world view of supremacy of power and money, are they infected with the virus of desire, abandoning humanity, and becoming the walking dead of life and money?

This is really a very sad thing.

As long as power exists in this world for a day, instilling fear with force, confusing the public with propaganda, destroying belief with education, and disintegrating human nature with desire, the dawn will never come.

The nobles use violence to flog the people's bodies, build up fear, and destroy courage; use taxes to drain the people's blood and sweat, so that the material is scarce, so naturally they cannot be spiritually rich; Laws erode ethics and justify oppression. Justify cruelty, indulge desire and turn people into animals; promote materialism and utilitarianism, destroy people's faith and conscience...

All these kinds. They played with great proficiency.

The devil never goes far away, and always lingers around the world. It even resides in the bodies of those human beings who possess noble status and control a lot of wealth and resources, and strives to influence everyone it can touch, injecting demonic nature into society, and branding it into the souls of people who are easily tempted by desire.

He is not a savior, unable to redeem those fallen souls, but at least, he can light a candle for them. Blow a breeze with the fragrance of grass and trees into the dark spiritual world.

This has nothing to do with heroism, but with human conscience.

Anyone with good intentions will make the same choice.

What he killed was not a person, but a symbol of bloody fear.

What he cut off was not a head, but a shackle that bound the spirit.

What he ends is not a ruler, but an era.

Don't be afraid, you can hold your head up.

Light the candle to illuminate the future.

Open the curtains to embrace the sunshine.

As for whether a catastrophe will be triggered after the collapse of the mountain of kingship. he does not know. But... such a thing, even if it will be stained with the blood of many innocent people, many sins that are difficult to wash away. Somebody has to do it.

Even if it is infamy through the ages, he will recite it if he recites it, because he stubbornly believes that conscience is actually a kind of responsibility.

It is enough to be an upright person, to do things upright, and to have no regrets.

For today, he made many, many arrangements, and thought of many, many countermeasures. Maybe...should...probably...you can get through this difficulty safely. He has many companions he can rely on, and many allies he can trust. Take a step back. Even if he has nothing, he is still the richest person in the world.

Popularity is priceless.

The sword that symbolizes power and status enters from Hymn Will's chest. The back leaked out, and the blood flowed along the cold sword edge, and then stagnated into many blood beads, which fell to the ground bit by bit, breaking into countless bloody spots.

There was a fishy smell in the air, and the sunlight cast dazzling silver on the blood-stained blade.

Just like how Tang Fang treated the many injustices encountered in the United Kingdom of Turanx, he used His Majesty's own weapon to end His Majesty's own life.

Hymn When Will stood on the stage, he used to say that he would do his best for all the people and die.

He said that, but he didn't do it sincerely, so the retribution came on this day. A man stuck to the people's will and inserted the sword symbolizing power into his chest.

Tang Fang left his hand from the hilt and looked at him with calm eyes.

"You... won." Praise Will moved his lips a few times and spit out three words.

From the beginning to the end of the celebration, this was the first conversation between the two, and it was also the last conversation.

"No, I didn't win." Tang Fang said: "In this struggle, there are no winners, only losers."

Anthem Will frowned, because he couldn't understand what the above sentence meant, as if he would never be able to understand the hardships of civilians.

Tang Fang didn't explain because it was unnecessary.

He fell down, sat slumped on the second-floor platform, and swallowed his last breath.

The blood flowed along the edge of the sword, gathered on the exquisite sword frame, and then fell, wetting the ground and staining it red.

That is the king's blood, very precious... The former king was once very precious.

The golden lion was broken and the monarch died.

Anthem Will died on the high platform of power, and also died under the sword of power.

Very few people see such a scene...at least not now.

The wind is blowing, and the dust is like an open book page, leaving the second-floor platform and flying into the sky, as if the palm of history has lifted this page, and below is a new four-line grid, waiting for time to record new poems.

The fragrance of flowers wafting from afar dilutes the smell of blood in the air and turns into a very strange smell, some pungent, some fresh, impressive.

Turamon fell to the ground, and the image of the gleaming long sword sinking into his brother's body was repeated in his mind over and over again.

He didn't show a sad expression, nor did he roar angrily, but looked at the motionless figure on the second-floor platform with unbelievable and unacceptable eyes.

His elder brother, the king of the country, is dead? It was fine just now, but in a blink of an eye, there was no sound?

That sword was dazzling, and the red on the sword was even more dazzling.

Unlike Tang Fang, he couldn't smell the fragrance of flowers, nor could he see the brand new pages of the book. He belonged to the era of Hymn Will, and he was willing to die for the King.

If the times have abandoned them, why are old things like Henrietta and Arnaci still alive? Why! Their time should have ended long ago.

Therefore, he does not believe in the theory of fate, the theory of times, or the theory of trends. He stubbornly believes that the culprit of all this is that guy surnamed Tang, rather than the illusory fate, ambiguous era, and obscure trends.

Henrietta and Mellor also saw this scene, and the expressions on their faces were very different.

The former is very calm, calmly watching the sword being inserted into Hymn Will's chest, calmly facing the rumbling and collapsing monument of kingship, calmly treating the end of an era, and only sighed at the end------this It was his fourth sigh today.

The latter was very excited, with raised eyebrows, bright eyes, and a particularly clear smile on the corner of his mouth.

The white robe hanging down his legs rippled. He raised his head, glanced at the swaying maple trees in the distance, and the indifferent clouds in the sky, and suddenly wanted to understand one thing. If this is really the end of an era, then As a legacy of the previous era, what should he do?

Destiny always likes to tease people so much, and never tires of it.

Melore's eyes faintly showed disappointment, because he didn't like being a spectator, it was really lonely, like a person who was forgotten by the times.

The picture of a hero's twilight has always been sad. He always felt that if he hadn't been born into a royal family, he might have become a hero. Although it seems a bit ridiculous at this age.

There are many kinds of heroes. A hero of thousands of people is a hero, and a hero of one person is also a hero.

Kyrenia did not have many emotions for the picture in front of her like the two old people. As early as Tang Fang and Henrietta met for the first time, she stood under the crabapple tree and waited for a long time at that dawn, and finally In exchange for that word from her heart, she knew that things would eventually come to this point.

Her eyes did not stay on the second-floor platform for too long, but looked at Tang Lin and Elena who had no knowledge of what happened behind.

At this moment, a shrill and sharp whistling sound broke the seemingly still scene.

A black shadow rose from the south side of the platform on the second floor, covering the light of "Khanorton", and the world became much darker all of a sudden.

Tang Fang raised his head, looked towards the sky, and frowned slightly.

I don't know if it was Bai Yue who released the water, or Mr. J, seeing the death of Ange Will, turned his anger into strength, broke through the battle group, flew into the sky, and stared at his face with hatred-filled eyes. (To be continued.)

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