Black Scepter Chapter 33: Kindness and death

>A sixteen-year-old child, bracing his body to move forward, stood in front of a group of once-shattering continent pinnacles, saying they would pay the price for arrogance.

Send to death?

However, when the symbol of the Holy Deed of Morpheus's left arm suddenly lighted up, and he reached out and pulled out the blade of a Lankinus holy gun in the scabbard, this group of people who had previously mocked Morpheus's uncontrollable time took a moment Changed his face!

"Profane! This is profane! This cannot happen!"

The Knights of the Round Table Wagrand with the magic steel dagger in hand shouted out and appeared in front of Morpheus almost in the blink of an eye, striking the sacred gun that Morpheus lifted and blocked!

"Heng!"

In the face of this most basic block action, it is reasonable to say that the horror blow of Knights of the Round Table is enough for Morpheus to carry the weapon that lifted the block and cut it into pieces together with his own body-but the terrifying power follows With the brilliance of the Holy Gun suddenly blooming, it was completely blocked!

The golden gun body intercepted the opponent’s energy state of the Neapolitan magic steel dagger, and the Morpheus teeth were bite tightly. Obviously, it was equally uncomfortable. He clumsily raised his hand and stabbed. It was easily dodged by this genuine Knights of the Round Table, and the opponent took a step back. , The eyes of the eagle stared at the holy gun in the hands of Morpheus, the expression hesitated for a moment, but then directly made a thunder-like three-shot combo!

Morpheus only had time to block the first sword, and then the second sword that was kept up was scratched the left arm of the gun, and then a sword pierced the right rib!

There is no power to fight back at all.

Although the holy weapon is still holy, it is still a weapon—more of all, whether its users are really powerful.

"Boom!"

A ruthless kick hit Morpheus in the chest.

Morpheus flew backwards and once again hit the unusually solid wall of the Holy Sepulchre!

The muffled sound echoed in this spherical room, but still did not allow Cain to have any extra reaction.

Blood flows down the wound, and the unprecedented pain makes Morpheus unable to get up anymore. Knights of the Round Table Vagram stepped towards Morpheus, the magic steel dagger in his hand was skillfully spinning, bringing a burst of air氤氲's weird fluctuations.

In addition to the "discipline" practiced by Morpheus and the "crazy" practiced by Sara at the beginning of the knight course, the "Paladin" department of the Holy See also includes "trial" and "Holy Light". Waglan was originally affiliated with The Vatican Holy See is directly under the "Crimson Cross" of the First Fanatic Knights, and he serves as the head of the group. His power obviously comes from the "Holy Light", but after being imprisoned by the scepter, this power has become a darkness that abandons the Holy Light Where the blade was, black smoke lingered, and at the moment it was so cold.

He stood in front of Morpheus, who had been consciously in a semi-comatose state, and the magic steel dagger in his hand suddenly pointed to his soft neck.

"Fragile ants."

"Kind people will benefit from more kind people, and overbearing people will suffer from more overbearing people."

Varian looked up and looked at the city of Sisselin not far behind, and said softly to Minos who followed him all the way.

"What is kindness? If I distribute half of my bread to him, is it kind?"

Minos honestly followed the old man to bypass the city of Sisrin. Originally thinking that he would face the horrible guy in Varian’s mouth, the old man decided to go to Hegel’s military camp first. Refugees who withdrew from the west of Wenley City are diverting along the road to other cities in Lampard.

At the moment, the young Minos pointed to an old man by the road who was unable to travel because of hunger, and asked.

Varian turned his head and looked around. The leader of the creed holding a cane said nothing. He walked up to the beggar, squatted down, looked closely at the dying old man, reached out and took himself off In the suitcase, the remaining six cakes were raised into the other party's clothes, and the water bag was opened, and the old man was fed with two sips of water, and then the remaining half of the water bag was tied to the other's waist.

Getting up, Varian continues to walk forward, and Minos trots in two steps to catch up with his grandpa: "That's all your food!"

"I give him half of the food, and I give him all the food. Which one do you say is kinder?"

Varian asked without looking back.

Minos replied with and without thinking: "Of course, give him all the food, of course kinder."

"Really?"

The old man asked back, turned his head, and pointed to his suitcase, "Am I really missing those foods?"

To be honest, the idea of ​​starving a powerful person beyond the i-level existence is unrealistic. Even if they cannot obtain food by themselves, even if they do not eat or drink for more than ten days, these are beyond the existence of ordinary human Can still jump around alive.

Minos hesitated. He seemed to understand something. He took a few more steps and walked in front of Varian. He continued: "Then I give alms to them, and it depends on what the alms give me. Value?"

"No, as long as you help others, you can call it kindness, but what I want to tell you is, whether you gave him five pastries, two pastries or grabbed him Punch and tell him to live well, as long as you really want to make him live better, then you are kind."

Varian pointed to the front, where Hegel was in the direction of the army, and continued: "The height of our thoughts determines the height we can finally reach. Some people seem to be strong, but they are actually vulnerable , Some people can’t hold their long swords, but can do things that even the most powerful warrior can’t reach.”

"Are you going to stop the war in Hegel?"

Minos feels that what Varian is about to do is what the word "goodness" really means.

"Give you a multiple choice question, if you kill Hegel today, you can stop the death of three thousand people, will you start?"

"Why not do it? I have such power in my hands, then I will do it."

"But his death may eventually lead to the death of more than 30,000 people in three years. I said so, would you still do it?"

Minos froze.

"Another way, kill him, kill 3,000 people, not kill him, and kill 30,000 people, which one do you choose?"

"I'm sure--" The young Minos opened his mouth, but suddenly froze.

What is the concept of three thousand people?

The total population of about five or six villages.

What about 30,000?

The minimum population standard for a core city.

Minos, who has suffered from all kinds of hardships since childhood, suddenly discovered that when facing this problem in his heart, he could not make a choice.

"Kindness, is it really so easy? When you have the right to change the fate of countless people, is it really easy to make a choice?"

Varian smiled and said nothing more. He threw this question of conscience and morality to younger generations and continued to move forward.

Minos stood in a daze for a while, looking at Grandpa's back, wondering what was thinking.

Struggling on the verge of life and death, at least 100 thrilling missions to lose your life, hunting dragons in a deserted primitive jungle, swimming out of life and life in the endless ocean The imaginary life experience, although he is still young, but his efforts are enough to let him have enough confidence or even conceited to face most problems.

But what about morality?

As one of the strong mainland families, the Consanas family is first and foremost a nobleman with a long history of inheritance, so all his members will reveal the arrogance of their bloodline and ancestry from their ancestors. , And the sense of responsibility that this arrogance brings-values, outlook on life, world outlook, can be said to be far ahead of ignorant civilians and even most new nobles.

But what choices can this inheritance make the young man make?

Minos chose to continue to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, to follow in the footsteps of this elder, and to continue his long journey of learning.

In the distance, Hegel’s army started a new move.

"Are you afraid of death?"

A long time ago, the old guy who lived in a small log cabin on the edge of Hooke Town asked Morpheus with a cigarette bag.

That year, Morpheus was ten years old.

No bright clothes, a dirty leather vest and a few linen trousers that were about to rot, a rusty scimitar, when he heard Tang Jidi’s question, It took a while to reply.

"How does it feel to die?"

That year, the prey that died under the scimitar and traps of Morpheus were hares and squirrels. The biggest one was a wild boar that nearly killed him. He was injured and bleeds. Almost surrounded, is he afraid?

Fear, he is afraid of death.

But he doesn’t know how death feels—he only knows that death is painful, like the pain of a struggling hare struggling when his blood is dripping.

For this question, Tang Ji Tuo De happily took down his cigarette bag and waved his hand to signal Morpheus to keep up with his pace.

Collens Falls, with a 300-meter drop, the deafening sound of Morpheus when standing under the waterfall choked him a bit. He looked up at this miracle of nature with awe.

"Walk past~IndoMTL.com~ Under the waterfall!"

Morpheus will never forget the expression of this Knights of the Round Table at that moment-he looked at himself as if he was no longer looking at a human but a piece of wood, his eyes were cold and numb, and his tone was unprecedented.

Walk under the waterfall? That is equivalent to being hit by countless rocks from a height of several hundred meters and hit him. What's the difference between it and death?

But Morpheus still nodded-he knew what he had to face.

"Go experience death! Remember it! Then defeat it!"

Tang Jidi de behind him roared, Morpheus stepped forward, facing the tsunami-like waterfall turbulent flow, he stepped on the rock above the water and stepped forward step by step.

The water vapor permeated and wet the whole body. The noise made the Morpheus produce a strange hallucination-as if the surrounding sound suddenly disappeared completely.

Experiencing death...

At ten, he closed his eyes gently and walked forward.