Chapter 954 Go Home

Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

Feeling Marcus's warm embrace, he hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and looked at Russell with confusion in his eyes.

What the hell, what’s going on!

"Well, it's a long story..."

Russell pressed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Marcus finally let go of his embrace, but before Huai Shi could react, he held Huai Shi's hand again, as if he was afraid that he was a phantom and would disappear at any time.

incredible.

"Russell, you have become much younger!" He said in shock: "Even your race has changed!"

"..."

Huai Shi no longer knew how to answer.

But Marcus seemed to finally understand something. He took a step back, looked at Huai Shi, and then looked at Russell next to Huai Shi.

"I see!"

He was suddenly amazed: "You guy, did you secretly go for plastic surgery? And you brought the doctor over to introduce it to me?"

Quick, doctor, give me one exactly like him..."

"Uh, Mr. Marcus, he...is not a doctor..."

"Is that your father?"

"Your Majesty, what the hell!" Huai Shi said angrily, "My father has been dead for many years!"

Marcus nodded clearly: "That's right, you told me that your father died young..."

"Ahem." After Russell coughed twice, he walked forward and said seriously: "Marcus, we are here because of something important..."

"No need to say anything more, I already understand!"

Marcus interrupted, muttering: "I feel it already!"

Huai Shi wanted to pull her hand back while he was talking to himself, but the hand suddenly stretched out and grasped his wrist again, so hard that it was like an iron pliers.

"It's war."

Marcus murmured, his dark eyes seemed to be burning with fire, "The smell of war! Yes, you are planning a war, Russell, I know...a life-and-death war, I know it, I know it, The time has finally come!”

He shouted excitedly: "The end of Elysium has come!!!"

? ? ?

Huai Shi was at a loss.

Don't know what he is talking about.

"Ahem, Marcus... that... war plan against ranchers has been cancelled." Russell reminded in a low voice: "That plan was rejected a lot because of insufficient budget, exaggerated demands, and impossibility. years."

"Who dares?!"

Marcus suddenly turned around and glared at him: "It's the Command Bureau, right? I knew it was those dogs! And those trash from the Survival Institute who are just holding us back!"

In the long silence, Huai Shi turned back and looked at Russell.

Small eyes, big confusion.

You call this 'gentle'?

Do you have any misunderstandings about Dongxia dialect?

"Marcus, calm down, calm down..."

"It's not Elysium's capture plan, is it the Green Sun sequence?" Marcus asked: "Is the development of Limbo going to be realized?"

"Well... although Green Day has been realized, the transformation of Hell is still far away..."

Marcus pondered for a moment and then suddenly realized: "Could it be that the Golden Dawn project to explore the origin of the abyss is finally about to be launched?"

"Ah, in a sense...but not this?"

“It can’t be the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven, right?”

"The Kingdom of Heaven has been gone for many years, and it has not even come down, my friend." Russell sighed: "The land of data centers has sunk into hell..."

"presumptuous!!!"

Marcus roared, veins bursting out on his face, furious: "What a shame! Russell, call Vitali and Orton, let's burn those rebels to ashes!"

As he said that, he pulled Huai Shi and rushed out a few steps, but Huai Shi didn't move. Soon, the old man turned around and looked at them angrily: "What are you doing standing around? Let's go."

"Vitaly and Orton are both dead. Marcus, isn't this the obituary you posted personally?"

Russell looked at him with pity: "The Kingdom of Heaven no longer exists, and all the great plans and hopes we had have disappeared, and they fell together with our ideals.

It has been seventy years, how long will you continue to be immersed in this dream? "

"me……"

Marcus froze in place for a long time, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

Like a lost child.

I can't find my direction, but I can no longer escape reality.

"If they are all gone..."

He asked dully: "But where should I go?"

Russell was silent and did not answer.

"Where are you again? Russell? Are you Russell? Are you also a figment of my imagination? Just like in the past." Marcus whispered blankly, "Am I... sick again?"

"I'm sorry, I miss you so much...I really miss you..."

He lowered his head, already bursting into tears, "But I have...I have...nowhere to go...please tell me, where is my home?"

"This time it's not an illusion."

Russell pressed his shoulder and told him seriously: "I'm right in front of you, Marcus. I'm coming back to find you."

The man covered his face and cried silently.

Huai Shi looked away and couldn't bear to look again.

After a long time, when Marcus finally calmed down, he seemed to have turned into a wooden man.

Sitting on the chair dully, silent, without saying a word.

It seems that I have lost my soul.

"What happened to him?"

Huai Shi stood in the distance, looking at the lonely figure, and asked softly: "...are you crazy?"

It's hard to imagine how much impact the fall of the Utopia had on him.

It actually drove an ascendant into madness and turned the wise and elegant diplomat into what he is now.

"Yeah, crazy."

Russell lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, "After all, he is a Roman, and he often has convulsions. Isn't it surprising...have you ever seen the Roman royal family go crazy?"

Huaishi's poems are speechless.

This is also a strange rumor that spreads throughout the entire world.

There were many emperors in Rome throughout the ages who were both clear-minded and steadfast and wise, but there were few exceptions - the wiser, wiser and more visionary they were, the more stupid and tyrannical they became in their later years.

No, almost crazy.

Even though they were extremely extravagant, several emperors directly started civil strife and wars, pushing Rome to the brink of disintegration several times.

It’s hard to imagine how such a coincidence came together in one place, almost forming an unwritten tradition.

If it is a flaw in the bloodline, it cannot be explained. After all, the important thing in Rome is the throne, but it does not necessarily require bloodline inheritance. Several emperors were even born as slaves or served as electors.

But once you sit on that chair, nothing good ends at all.

Emperors of all dynasties were poisoned, assassinated, and died of sudden illness...

As for the emperor's descendants and relatives, they are already too numerous to count.

"Should we say that power makes people crazy?" he asked curiously.

"No, this is a curse, Huai Shi."

Russell said: "The curse of the throne, the weight of the crown, the price of becoming the supreme being..."

In Rome, before ascending the throne, emperors of all generations were given the stigmata and miracles of Jupiter, the heavenly father, and became the masters of the Roman genealogy.

And the moment he ascends the throne, he will naturally become the 'crowned one' and inherit the correction points accumulated by all Roman emperors in history.

A person, regardless of whether he has been an ascendant before, will become one of the few strong men in the world after undergoing such a ceremony.

The memories of past emperors, the essence and experience of countless struggles will be accessible to him, allowing him to understand them.

After thousands of years, Rome's correction value has reached over 300%. This power combined with the miraculous seals and authoritative relics can already be called a demigod.

This is not a secret among the high-level people of major genealogies, but this is the first time Huaishi knows about it, and he is shocked and puzzled by it.

More importantly, since he is so strong...what other curse can threaten the emperor?

"Isn't it true that Rome is the only one who can destroy Rome?"

Russell replied: "There is no such thing as pie in the sky. In addition to inheriting all the correction values, Huaishi will also bear the 'distortion' produced by the entire genealogy and Rome. This is The duty of an emperor.”

One hand holds the most powerful power in the world, while the other hand holds a terrifying curse that can poison the entire world.

For ordinary people, it is unbearable to face one of them, let alone both?

The moment he puts on the crown, the emperor's life will begin to countdown.

In a long time, until life, soul and will are exhausted, and can no longer bear the burden.

"The pressure brought by this power and curse is too great, and will even spread to relatives... The so-called madness is just the best outcome.

Even if it is not from blood, as long as there is a family connection, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of it.

What do you think the guards accompanying the emperor do? Is it to protect the most powerful emperor in the world? No, it was to protect Rome.

If the Senate determines that the emperor has fallen into madness, then the Praetorian Guards will be responsible for cutting off the emperor's head to prevent condensation and the spread of disaster...

If the emperor confirms that his kin is incurable, he will be killed with his own hands - Marcus is allowed to live until now, in addition to the many people who have received his kindness, it is also because of Titus's wishes. The limit of what can be done. "

"Because of the excitement of the Kingdom of Heaven's fall, you lost control?"

"Maybe, or maybe it was his disappointment with us people that left him with nowhere to go..."

Russell sighed sadly: "In the past, all of us thought he would be different. Because he was so calm and gentle, making people like and trust him, and he successfully created an illusion.

An illusion that he is strong..."

"Uncle, he is indeed very strong."

The speaker is the returned emperor.

At some point, he was already standing outside the courtyard, quietly looking at the man's back, but did not step forward.

"I knew at a very early age that he was different from other people."

Titus turned back and said: "In the Roman court, my uncle has always been an outlier - he is not obsessed with pleasure, does not pursue luxury, and has never indulged in desires. Without his teachings, I would not be where I am today."

He paused and said coldly: "Russell, it's your fault that he became like this."

"Yes."

Russell nodded, without the slightest excuse.

"You have already met him, so you should understand that he is no longer useful and has no value." Titus asked again: "Do you still insist on your original idea?"

"That's right."

Russell solemnly responded: "If he is not here, the reconstruction of the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven will be meaningless. That is his home, Your Majesty, the home he chose for himself."

"...Then, take him back."

Titus was silent for a long time and said softly: "He is my teacher and my most beloved elder. If he wants to go home, I can't stop him.

He is very old, Russell, has dementia, madness, amnesia, vague consciousness, and does not even remember me, my nephew, but he still remembers you.

I will not ask you how to make him realize his own value, nor will I ask you to build him a meticulous nursing home. I only hope that all his sacrifices will be meaningful.

His...death could have value. "

"It must be so."

Russell nodded solemnly.

So, in the silence of parting, the emperor walked up to the old man, bent down, took his hand, kissed his cheek and embraced him for the last time.

"Uncle, you can go home."

He whispered goodbye: "I'm going to miss you."

Marcus was stunned for a long time, as if he understood something, and smiled happily.

Titus was silent, hugged him hard one last time, turned and left.

Never looked back.