The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 112: Xiaguan Frenzy Battle (Part 2)

The sound of gunshots and explosions not far apart agitated the entire block. In the narrow open space between the two houses, the protectors of the Polish branch of the ghost's right hand were quietly confronting Dvoru, and the blond man stood sideways there. , Squinting slightly in the lush growing sunlight, his perfect profile is like a Greek sculpture carved by Polycritus, the former Anjay Vaznoshahua, and now the Brotherhood’s Temple of Thorns Cross The deputy deacon had already paid off the debt owed by his predecessor in the last battle, but for unknown reasons, he was once again hesitating in front of his old partner. The long whip "flaming snake" burning with evil fire hovered under his feet. Burning the soil sizzling, just one wave can harvest the lives of these humble people on the opposite side. Dvoru's eyes swept across the dividing line and decided to wait,

These people are not the goal. As long as the resurrected son of God removes the chosen one, the task will be successfully completed. Why bother? He used this reason to convince his inner impulse to be humiliated. , Frustration inspired by the *** As the tide hit his reason, Dvor licked his lips, feeling an unprecedented thirst, why the sun is so scorching, and the **** the opposite side... why it looks so delicious,

"Can the second set of "Bamboo Dragonfly" be deployed?" Eva asked in a low voice,

"Yes, but Terry needs time to rest." Lu Jihu quickly replied, "If he exceeds the limit, he will retract into the virtual reality barrier."

The clown hid behind half of his face, not daring to look at the blond man opposite. He suffered an unprecedented shock to his mind during the encounter in China. Fortunately, Old Zhao could use a calming massage method, which is three full points. Four days later, he barely woke up, "I can..." The amber pupils flickered, and Terry said in a trembling voice, "Just use it, I'll be fine."

From the point of view of the clown, you can see that half of Guise’s face covered with scars is twitching slightly, hatred is burning with the one-eyed juggler, half of his face is preparing for the most powerful attack, and George next to him pats him. His elbow bends to signal him to stay calm, but his fingers keep bouncing on the trigger guard because of tension,

"Tactics...That's it." Little Lori stared at Dvoru, her voice calmly, "We have practiced many times, when I gave instructions..."

At this time, the blonde "Lion" suddenly spoke: "If you don't mind, I'm in the mood to chat, anyway, it's still early, we still have...nineteen minutes to chat."

Eva’s pupils shrunk like needles, "Chat, what are you planning, when did the brotherhood aliens become such a sissy fellow."

A smile appeared at the corner of Dvoru’s mouth, and the sharp smile cut the sunlight to pieces. "Some kind of extra hormone is disrupting my judgment. This is the kindness and candy the Creator has given you." He turned his head and looked back, just in time. I saw the Bell helicopter appearing over the battlefield, heavy machine guns pouring metal frenzy on the ground, "Look, your chosen ones are doing a good job. If you shoot me, I will take you half a minute to get rid of you, and then go to help. My subordinates of the Son of God gently crushed the chosen one. Chatting is a very reasonable choice. His chances of survival will increase. Compared to me, you will only hold him back. , It must be admitted that you are just ordinary mercenaries, and the chosen one is a very extraordinary mortal."

Eva has no expression on her face, but the twinkling of her eyes betrayed her fierce fighting heart, "Big sister head." Little white-faced George leaned to the side and whispered, "This guy makes sense...now the best The choice is that no one should take action, restrain each other, and let the boss fight with another alien with all his strength."

"Shut up." Little Lolita yelled, clenching her broken teeth, "Even so, we can't believe what you said, Terry, can we get in touch with that man."

The clown stuck his head out from behind Guise: "I have been backtracking along the airship's data link since just now. I should be able to shake hands soon. I need time." His eyes drifted past Dvoruna. At the same time, he immediately retracted his head like an electric shock, his body shrank like an autumn leaf,

Dvoru said: "Let’s talk about the past, candy, memories that don’t hurt, it’s just right."

A few seconds later, Eva made a decision. The black patent leather shoes withdrew half a step, a little far from the dividing line. She tidyed up the princess dress on her body and inserted the two python revolvers back. With a pink backpack on his back, his arms folded, he looked at the handsome man in a well-fitting handmade suit with big blue eyes: "It's better to talk about faith, sir Captain, why are you willing to become a running dog of the Brotherhood? What are they tempting? You simply stuffed the brain of a pug in your skull."

The Knights of the Temple of Thorns looked at her in a little surprise: "What are you talking about, candy, why use a derogatory term to describe a correct choice, if you can see what I have seen Things will understand a lot. The world is not as simple as the ghost’s right hand description. There is no ideal society of black and white. Sometimes, as long as you stand a little higher, you will find that what you believe in is actually too stupid. Add."

Little Lolita shouted: "Fart, have you forgotten the oath when you joined the ghost? Our career is the only right direction."

Dvoru sighed lightly, stretched out his right index finger and tapped lightly next to his temple. The looming "drift net" envelops his head. Tiny electric arcs crackled in the air, forming an isolated radio wave. "The next words are against the Brotherhood Code. If discovered by the disciplinary department, I will be punished very severely." He said, and suddenly laughed at himself: "It should be me who is responsible for the punishment. Well, these chips have too much control, which is a very annoying thing. Then, I will tell you some things next, you may not accept..."

"Say it if you want to." Little Lori straightened her chest,

Dvoru said indifferently: "First of all I want to ask you some questions, why do ghosts exist."

"I won't answer." Eva looked at him guardedly,

"This body once belonged to Anjay Vaznoshawar, to be precise, Anjay Beta Copper Mine, the upper caste on the right hand of the ghost, and the most promising young people in the entire copper mine. One, if the Polish branch had not encountered that battle, he may now be a senior official of the copper mine headquarters, even entering the core department of the ghost, becoming one of the few people who influence the direction of the entire organization." Dvoru said, "This body knows a lot more than you lower castes. If you guess right, you should be Eva Gamajian Copper Mine, and the others are only at the Delta level, and even Ypsilon exists."

Little Lolita didn’t make a sound, and her friends also had different expressions. They seemed very quiet in the field for a while,

"Have you ever thought about the strange caste system within the ghost, the level of secrecy linked to the caste system, the covert management method, the vague task instructions, the timid listener, and the inexplicable program of action? What is it for, what is the significance of the existence of the entire organization, why are you here, and what does the man over there have to do with you." Dvoru stared at Eva with scorching eyes, forcing Lori to look away ,

"Protecting candidates means protecting the future of the world. We only believe in this." Eva looked at the ground and replied stubbornly,

"No, the ghost just wants to use the candidate to achieve a certain purpose." The lion shook his head slightly. "The man dying over there is a chess piece, a tool, a hound, and an arrow of the ghost. He doesn’t understand what he can do. The instructions you receive are only to protect his life. The only one who knows everything is the listener hiding behind the shadows. He knows everything that happens in no corner of the world. , But only humblely hide behind the darkness of time and space, let you poor bugs go forward and give your lives."

"You're talking nonsense." Little Lori raised her head like an electric shock and shouted: "Even the listener can't give accurate instructions. The candidate can do anything by his own will. We didn't use him."

Dvoru’s eyes became gentle: "Candy, candy, you are still so childish and cute, you are completely wrong, the ghost is not the savior you are for, you are being educated in a narrow, authoritarian, and brainwashed manner. Confused, what the Brotherhood does is the only correct choice. For the future of mankind, these variables must be removed, and the death of an individual is exchanged for a bright future determined by the entire world. This is the most glorious epitaph of being an advanced animal. Forget it... In the long river of time, this is just the most insignificant sacrifice."

"Why does the Brotherhood regard itself as the savior?" Eva asked loudly, "Why?"

This time, Dvoru did not answer directly, "The tram problem. The philosopher Philippa Ford proposed this paradox. There are five innocent people tied to the tram track. If you pull the switch lever, the tram will drive. Enter another track, and there is an innocent person tied to the other track. To kill one person for five people, would you pull the lever?"

Little Lori was silent for a while, "I don't know." She said,

"To pull or not to pull, both choices are immoral. Under this premise, we would rather bear the sin and become the greatest utilitarian in human history." Dvoru stared directly at him without evasiveness. Sunshine, "The Brotherhood will pull the lever without hesitation, and crush another person to death for the lives of five people,...no, crush it severely."