Black Scepter Chapter 56: Coward
>Blood-stained robe.
The black cloth became moist and sticky. The knight who was beaten to death after half death made the air smelly and bloody, and even Morpheus's feet were covered with visceral debris.
Twenty-seven people didn't have time to make a second attack and became fragments on the ground.
Morpheus's fists were still clenched, and he stepped forward. He reached out and set his scattered hair aside, looked up, and looked at the knights who raised their swords more than ten meters away but did not dare to approach.
"Are you knights of the Holy See?"
This question seems to have a strong sarcasm, so that the cavalry regiment that is no longer advancing in front of Morpheus is silent.
"Answer me, who are you?"
Morpheus bowed his head, and a **** knight was groaning painfully at his feet. His voice stopped the opponent from struggling, reaching for the broken sword closest to his body.
Bending down, Morpheus picked up the broken long sword for him, narrowing his eyes to observe the blade once stained with civilian blood.
He reached out and threw it to the knight with the last breath at his feet.
"Holy Knights? Oh, I only saw the dregs that should rot in the cemetery. Even if you are holding a sword, you are no longer worthy of being called knights."
Morpheus whispered this sentence softly, watching the other party pierce his calf with all his strength, but no action.
"Come on."
The broken sword fell to the ground, and the knight who could not hold the sword knew that he had reached the limit. He reached out and wanted to make a prayer, but his arm could no longer be raised.
"Do you think that prayer before death will allow you to be forgiven for the sins you committed?"
Morpheus asked aloud in front of countless knights not far away.
"Maybe you think God can, but here now-I don’t agree."
Stretching his hand and pulling the opponent, Morpheus effortlessly threw it in front of countless knights with swords in front of him, said in a deep voice: "I, Morpheus Windsor, will no longer allow you to do anything wrong in this land."
The name of Morpheus has already spread throughout the sacred Gabriel Empire-even if the official did not publicize the deeds of Morpheus, but the loss he caused was unbearable for the empire and the Holy See, so the hatred for Morpheus, Gabriel The empire had no control at all, and even incited.
"That Devil"
"Devil"
An irresistible whisper appeared in the team, as if the Morpheus name gave them an irresistible fear—Morpheus standing in the pool of blood is indeed like the devil in myth drinking blood in hell.
"Devil?"
Morpheus took a deep breath and suddenly looked a little trance-he suddenly noticed a problem that could not be ignored.
Should fully human beings be called devil?
In order to possess, the knights in front of them committed shameful acts of insulting women and burning and looting. They were completely engulfed in their minds—but whose punishment should they be punished for their sins?
Is it yourself?
Morpheus suddenly discovered that although he possesses absolutely powerful power, in a sense, at this moment, he is not nobler than the knights in front of him-in order to vent his depression, he is also A devil manipulated by his heart.
Right at the commanding heights of morality to crush others wantonly, is it correct?
Maybe many people will say that Morpheus did nothing wrong, because "Knights are sinful, and you are just"-but Morpheus knows deeply that the word "justice" is never to cover up his true thoughts The shield will never be a pass for killing oneself with the power in one's hand.
Only when faced with these choices, did Morpheus discover that many concepts that they didn’t pay attention to were not as easy to cross as imagined.
For example, murder.
Another example, sanctions.
This is a time when the law is up to the lord. After breaking away from the law, the strongest is respected--compared to the wild history, this is already a symbol of civilization, but a truly powerful civilization can make " "Sanctions" will only be simple laws.
But now?
Morpheus raised his head violently, and the knights in front of him raised their swords in horror.
The field of vision turned, and the villagers in the distance hid helplessly in the room, and until now there was no Lampard’s army to take any action-because Ashcandi did not send elite cavalry to carry out Rescue, if you only wait for the rescue of the nearby city of Pass to arrive, it will take two days at the soonest.
Where is the law?
Morpheus sadly found that in the face of war, the so-called law and the so-called human nature have become worthless shit.
"Come and kill me."
He suddenly shouted at more than two hundred people in front of him: "Is it possible to get my head to see your pope and get a reward unimaginable in this life?"
"Is it your so-called God who is chanting the slogan of sanctioning heretics, driving you to point your sword at my chest?!
"Where is so-called justice?"
The questioning of Morpheus is getting louder and louder, and eventually becomes a roar...
It was night, and a cross-shaped beam of light appeared directly into the sky outside the village of Pargo, vast, like a miracle.
Lampard is still quiet.
When Morpheus threw away the blood-stained black clothes and wore a pair of trousers and returned to the city of West Sellin, Ashcandi stood above the tower and watched the vast territory as usual What the "Grand Assistant to the Chief Executive" does not seem to care about.
However, when the scouts of Pass City reported the information, the chief executive suddenly realized what happened last night.
She guessed the ending, but not the process.
The cavalry regiment of more than three hundred people, like the evaporation of the world, only the indescribable huge deep pit in front of the village of Pargo left some traces of charred corpses.
The previously destroyed villages were completely deserted villages, and all died without exception from the cavalry’s blade and blazing fire, but when the scout arrived, these villages were all buried by quicksand without exception.
The village sank underground and became a huge grave, burying all the misfortunes.
As the initiator of everything, Morpheus received an order from the chief consul to meet immediately after dawn.
He walked up to the tower step by step. When he faced Ashcandy again, his expression was cold and abnormal.
"How does it feel to be a hero?" Facing Ashcandi is a straightforward irony, "Saved a village, tweeting, blood boiling?"
Morpheus, who was just about to sit down, narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fingers slightly, and then said quietly, "What are you looking for me?"
"What's the matter? Your unauthorized actions disrupt my deployment. According to Lampard's law, you should be dragged out and hanged now."
"Lampard’s laws are still directed against the "night watchman"?"
Morpheus bowed his head expressionlessly, staring absently at his nails: "Or, the law here does not protect civilians?"
"Oh, protect the civilians, you are right," Ashcandi took an elegant step in front of the Morpheus, and the black robe was gently thrown up, "Protection of the civilians is to protect the civilians, not to slap everything. Invaders, you let Gabriel Empire and Forddin suddenly feel that they have encountered a hard stubble, and the consequence is the adjustment and change of the entire strategic policy."
"Do you know that because of your actions alone, maybe the entire territory will pay a greater price to win the war?"
"Today, 700 people died in the village, but perhaps the entire war will lose 3,000 people for this reason, but your behavior will cause these three thousand people to spill blood on the battlefield, heroes, can you stop all this? If No, then please stay in Sisrin honestly in the future."
Isn’t that the original Ashcandi who followed Morpheus to admire the Earl’s Palace in Mullen territory. She is the Archon, the current leader of the night watchman, and the founder of the night watchman, Morpheus? As the "assistant" of the great consul, at the moment, he was reprimanded by his superiors as a common visible sad reminder of his subordinates.
Moreover, it is undoubtedly refuted at all.
Morpheus has never been a person who has great confidence in his talents. Without Irindahl, he could not build an intelligence network. Without Brown, he did not know how to command the cavalry regiment. Without Hegel, diplomacy was a mess, no sang. Deran, the mages can only be used as decoration.
He understands that the profession has specialization, he understands that it is impossible for him to take everything into account-and to kill all the invading knights is his emotional behavior.
Is he right?
At the moment when he raised his hand to destroy everything, he thought he was right, but in Ashcandy's view, his mistakes were simply outrageous.
"Hah, I can understand your anger after seeing those scenes--but where does your anger come from? Does it bring you answers? Or does it bring you justice?"
Ashkandi spread his palms in front of Morpheus, "You, but a child who is powerful but does not understand the world at all, you think you can see the truth of the world in less than 20 years of life experience ?"
"A true wise man will never let emotions dominate."
"I am not a wise man, I am not a hero, I am nothing."
In the face of Ashkandi’s accountability, Morpheus lowered his eyes and answered calmly, but revealing the unmaskable negative.
Where is the moral bottom line?
When this problem is really hit by reality, it is far easier to distinguish clearly than imagined-the person holding the butcher knife is not only a knight, but also himself.
Today, more than three hundred knights can be evaporated because of anger. Tomorrow, three thousand people may also disappear in the world for this reason.
When hunting prey~IndoMTL.com~Morpheus doesn’t have much moral guilt for his sake, but when he kills people for his own emotions, he doesn’t feel the thrill of sanctioning evil, but it is stronger. Confusion and pain.
"I will not do redundant things, if this is your intention, I want to say that you succeeded."
Disheartened.
This is the only mood of Morpheus after a killing that may be regarded as absolute justice by others.
He got up, sighed softly, and stepped away.
"Ready to escape? A child who is unwilling to face the reality will never be able to bear the burden. Lord Windsor, do you understand what you are after?"
Ashkandi’s sarcasm pierced the Morpheus’s heart like a blade-he did feel the pain, a kind of severe pain after values and morality were relentlessly impacted by reality.
He did not respond, and disappeared into the stairs of the tower, his steps calm.
"Coward."