Chapter 527 Corax and the Little Boy's Problem

Corax sensed the Emperor's coming thirteen days ago.

At that time, the Primarch locked himself in a private vault that no one except him was allowed to enter. He fell into a long meditation there, caressing the little boys in front of him, carefully savoring the torment brought by his conscience in his chest.

Should he reach out and untie these shackles that were so easy to do?

Corax hesitated again and again.

He knew that it would be easy for him now, just a touch of his lips, and everything would be arranged properly: he didn't even need to do it himself, among his deputy commanders and brothers in the rebel army, there were many people who were eager to taste the glory of revenge on his behalf.

But...

This was also difficult: very difficult.

Because between Corax's fingers and this final solution, there was still a last opponent, a powerful opponent that was difficult to defeat: that was himself, that was the conscience and fear deep in his heart.

Even Corax himself couldn't tell what he was afraid of. He wasn't even sure if it was fear: since he was brought out of the glacier a thousand meters thick by Avrenia, he had never been in awe of anything, whether it was the whips of the guards of the Technical Union or the disasters and scarcity of Lycasis itself.

But now, he felt a mixture of trembling and shrinking: after he finally led his brothers and sisters to kill or drive away all the oppressors, and after the rebels finally liberated the entire Redemption Star one by one, and their dream was only one step away, Corax found that his neck was trembling, but felt that his heart was tightening.

He knew why: if there was anything on the Redemption Star that could frighten Corax, it would probably be these [little boys] in front of him, who he used humorous names to erase their brutal attributes...

"Atomic bomb."

The hoarse voice was squeezed into a cheerful tone, which was enough to show that the owner of this voice was in a good mood at the moment. This tone covered the sound of the heavy iron door being pushed open, and it sounded behind Corax, accompanied by the sound of iron boots stepping on the ground without any care, which made the primarch frown all of a sudden.

"..."

Corax was a little annoyed, not because his order [not to be disturbed by anyone] was ignored: this was not an order in the first place. After all, everyone in the rebel army was Corax's brother in life and death, and they could call him by name, and every word he said to them outside the battlefield was a request, not a tough order.

In fact, just like Clarks did not take back the key to this room, but let it be kept by the deputy commanders, his words would not have the power of life and death on weekdays. Its effectiveness is more dependent on the friendship between brothers, the bond of fighting side by side, and the leader's majesty that he does not want to use.

In other words, other people in the Rebellion should have their own ideas: this is what Corax wants to see, but sometimes, their ideas will give the Primarch a headache.

And what made him frown was this: just because the owner of this voice was not only one of the most thoughtful people in the Rebellion, but also the most determined, so determined that Corax could not do anything to him.

But he still laughed, because this was also one of his most trusted brothers.

"Do you have to pull me out of this shadow, Erin?"

The Primarch asked with a smile, and he responded with a hearty laugh.

"If I could, I certainly wouldn't want to disturb you, Corax. I even hope to hide here with you in peace and quiet: but unfortunately, the sun is coming out, and all of us have to come out of the shadows, including you, the great commander."

The man who came, that is, Erin, in Corax's cognition, is one of the most radical backbone members of the entire rebellion: the Primarch will compare him with the most rude fighting brothers such as Nasian and Requai, just because they are now united under a point of view, a point that Corax has to hide here now.

That is...

"Have you not made up your mind to use these treasures they left behind?"

"This is not like you, Corax. In the past, you rarely hesitated like this."

Erin took a step and came straight to Corax's side, reaching out to touch these bulky spoils. In his pupils, there flashed an indescribable excitement, shining in the darkness.

It was different from finding a gem in a mine, or killing a guard in a guerrilla war. It was a more terrifying, radical, and dangerous color that Clarks couldn't even describe.

He knew that this excitement was exactly what frightened him.

He also knew that whether it was a radical like Erin, or the gentler brothers and sisters of the rebels, or even himself who seemed the most rational, they all had this excitement hidden in their hearts, and as the war continued, the same color began to flash in more and more pupils.

"..."

Including himself.

Corax closed his eyes, and he felt the trembling in his heart again. The words that Erin echoed around him, whether it was an excited question or a teasing joke, could not relieve the spasm in his chest at this time.

"Little boy..."

Corax's comrade chuckled, his pupils glanced at the yellow and black symbols that symbolized fatality, and then he raised his head and looked at the only window in the room: on the glass mirror facing the void, the reddish-brown Kiawa always made every Redeemer grit his teeth, and even the teasing became a little distorted.

"To be honest, Corax, until today I can't figure out why you gave these deadly objects such names: little boy and atomic bomb, is there any inevitable connection between them?"

"Or is this what those in your mind told you by nature?"

"Yes."

Corax nodded, and he answered in the simplest language.

"My memory tells me that when this weapon was first used on the battlefield, its No. 1 individual was named Little Boy: humans at that time used it to destroy the most vicious, crazy, and unreasonable country in the world."

"Ah... I really feel the same way."

Erin laughed happily.

"Now, we have to use it to do the same thing: a wonderful reincarnation, isn't it?"

"..."

Corax remained silent.

"Don't be silent, Corax, does your knowledge tell you what kind of mentality people had at that time to throw such weapons on their own people: if we know the answer, perhaps our current predicament will be solved."

"Unfortunately, I don't know this at all: this is my blind spot."

The Primarch sighed.

"As I told you before, Erin, I was born knowing a lot of things, including the greatest scientific knowledge of mankind: I can recognize the molecular composition of walls, doors and ships, and I also understand more complex biological knowledge."

"But the only thing I don't understand is people. I have difficulty perceiving the subtleties of human nature, and I know very little about these historical and political contents: even now, I can't imagine how such weapons were proposed, and they are targeting my own people."

Erin chuckled, he was not angry, but his voice became serious.

"Maybe you should go outside, Corax, and look at the battlefields that we haven't cleaned up yet, the mass graves next to the mines, and the thousands of innocent souls burned alive in the house: the victory of the war has made you hesitant, brother, have you forgotten what a hopeless bastard our current opponents are!"

"... No, Erin."

"I have never forgotten: I remember it more deeply than you do."

Corax's tall body hid his head and eyes in the shadows that Erin could not see, but years of fighting side by side made Erin confirm that the leader of the rebels, whom he had vowed to follow to death, still maintained a precious calm mind at this time.

"I remember them, I remember every detail of the war, I remember why we rose up, I remember how the top leaders of the technical union enslaved everyone in the world with brutal means: it is because I remember these that I am now in hesitation."

Corax stretched out his hand, and when his huge palm slapped the little boys, the sound of steel colliding with steel was enough to spread more than ten meters away, but Alyn was indifferent to the huge sound: his hearing had been tortured by the guards before the uprising, just to take the blame for a child [criminal] he didn't know.

"What do you want to say, Corax?"

"I want to tell you my worries: right in front of you, brother."

The Primarch bent down slightly to ensure that his fighting brothers could hear clearly.

"Look at these big objects: Yes, just as you said, we can put them in the drop capsule, and then put them on the gravity corridor, let the navigation system set the target to Port Nair, Holdria or Chess City, or every city in Kiawa, and then launch them."

"Then..."

"Then, the war is over."

Erin added the second half directly, his pupils shining with the desire for revenge and victory, just like this world, bathed in blood.

"End? Will it be?"

The Primarch smiled and asked back, but his face was cold.

"Throwing a nuclear bomb on Kiawa, killing tens of millions of people, but destined not to blow up all the cities and factories: Who can predict what the result of such an action will be? They may surrender, or they may be stimulated to fight to the death with us, leaving both sides of this war with no choice."

"Anyway, these technical guilds have never given us a way out, right?"

Erin spread his hands, not afraid of the future mentioned by Corax.

"Wake up, Corax, just a few days ago those techno-guilds dropped thousands of troops on our soil in a pure suicide attack: they blew up the Fourth Precinct and the The main cable in the fifth precinct caused the operation of these two precincts to malfunction, and also poked a big hole in the dome of the second precinct, forcing us to rescue and fight at the same time. You have experienced this firsthand, brother. "

He gritted his teeth.

"You should know better than me that the technical unions will not give in. Our minerals here are too important to them, and they have never had the word peace in their minds: they will only continue to convert thousands of The troops were thrown onto our land, but they never cared about the lives of these troops: even if our brothers risked their lives, they would not be able to withstand such consumption over time. "

"Moreover……"

Aelin turned his head and saw the deepest part of the storage room: in the endless darkness, countless atomic weapons were vaguely placed. This was not a small storage room, but a tower. A true strategic warehouse.

He smiled cruelly.

"The answer is right in front of us, Corax. Over the centuries that the Kiawas have suppressed the uprising, they have transported thousands of nuclear bombs here: a total of one thousand three hundred and twenty. We can do it." Drop them all on Kiava at once, kill those bastards, and the war will be over."

"It doesn't matter if more people die: because they deserve it."

"Does everyone deserve this?"

Corax objected coldly.

“We all know what the situation is like on Kiava: technoguilds and plutocrats enslaving millions of workers and slaves like us, squeezing their lives out, or sending them here to die, The vast majority of Kiawas are no different from us, and they should not be victims of war, but nuclear warheads cannot avoid them."

"Our real opponents are the hundreds of members of the Technical Guild, not these people: even if we want to use nuclear bombs, we must reduce our numbers and use precise point-killing to establish a deterrent effect, with as few attacks as possible It affects ordinary people.”

"Well, this is also a way."

Aelin spread his hands, obviously not completely carried away.

"Then why are you hesitating here, Corax, give the order: the nuclear warheads will be launched in an hour, and tomorrow we will see the end of this damn war, and in my opinion "It's sacrilege to let those tech union guys live even one minute longer."

"Because I have to hesitate, man."

Corax's words made his battle-brother smile sarcastically.

"Hesitation doesn't win a battle: that's what you taught us, Corax."

"I know, but it's the other thing that really gives me pause, man."

Corax's voice was weak.

"Launching these nuclear warheads is completely different from our previous battles: the moment they are launched, they are no longer objects that can be controlled by us. I may be able to determine my claws in a battle. There is no wronged soul, but I can’t let hundreds of thousands of people die just by talking about it.”

"Think about it, brother, how easily we decided to launch these weapons of destruction, regardless of the impact it would have on countless civilians on Kiawah. The death toll may even be greater than the total number of people on the Savior." More: In this case, what’s the difference between us and the scum of the technical unions?”

"It's just a special matter."

Aelin spread his hands innocently.

"You also know the determination of the Giawas to keep the war going, Corax, and truth be told, their size and war potential are far greater than ours: if we don't resort to such extreme methods, what awaits us Just fight to the end and die with honor.”

Having said this, Aelin had a helpless smile on his face.

"Of course, if you decide to lead us this way: no one will object."

The primarch shook his head.

"I don't have that power, Aelin."

"Although you have given me the highest command, in my opinion, this is not a power, but a responsibility: I am just your protector, not a ruler, and what I have to do is not to have my own way. It’s in everyone’s best interest.”

"But now, it's in the interest of all of us to launch these babies."

Aelin grinned, his words even overpowering Corax's composure.

"It's not just me and Requai, but Blaney and Agapito, and even Evrenia, all of us are in favor of dropping the nuclear bomb on the heads of the Kiawas: in your mind When did Everenia stand before you, Corax? Now you stand before us all."

"That's right."

Corax nodded.

"Precisely because this is the urgent desire of all of you, I have to keep my calm, I have to be opposed, I have to be indecisive: and this is the role I should play as the last valve, calm and thinking, silence and conditioning.”

"Then I hope you won't think about it too long."

Erin just smiled.

"Otherwise, that group of Kiawah troops will come over again, or will the emperor you are talking about lead his legendary fleet here? Everyone is also very curious: Can a child be born? How extraordinary should a person like you be?"

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know either, Erin?"

"I believe, Corax, there are many things you have not known since you were a child."

The next moment, the hearty laughter returned between the two brothers. They each patted each other on the shoulders, picking up the friendship established in countless battles side by side, and then. The original body looked at the door which was still open.

"Erin, did you come to me just to push me further?"

"One more little thing."

Aelin rubbed his chin.

"I have found the two people you want in prison for you, Corax. It took a lot of effort on my part, but there is something ugly I want to say in advance. I still hope you can consider it. Let’s take a look at these two scumbags: you know, even the tech unions think they should be locked up in cells, not exiled.”

"Because they are indeed capable. Although they are capable scum."

Corax only blinked.

"But it's also the talent we're in desperate need of right now: You know, man, I never mind getting my hands dirty, but I'd rather leave this matter to the right people, or... professionals. "

The Primarch's words made his battle-brother laugh again.

"Okay, okay, professionals, do you plan to go to the cell to see these two professionals first? Or go to meet your legendary father first: We have already cleaned up the venue as you requested. , I hope he won’t dislike the simplicity of the Redemption Star.”

"probably not……"

The original body echoed, he was obviously thinking about some more serious issues.

"But if I say it, I hope he can help me answer the current situation and the difficult problem posed by these nuclear warheads: is it better to take risks, kill fewer people, and only let the most unfortunate people suffer? As for the impact, according to your statement, for the sake of safety, more innocent people are intentionally killed. "

"You think this is a problem, Corax?"

"...That's right."

"Hmm... little boy problem?"

"Roughly the same……"

"..."

"What answer do you think they will give me, brother?"