Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2340: Lost to the Jedi (1)

Chapter 2340 Lost in the Jedi (1)

------[Endless Dispute]------

A long time ago.

The man, hiding most of his face in the darkness and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, was working in his lab.

In order to prolong his life.

He knew he screwed up his last job and that it would be a very serious crime to be blamed by his superiors. So this time, he can only succeed and not fail.

According to the requirements of the superior, after he created the "slave race" human beings, this time he will create another species that is close to human, but not human. He called this species the Beastroid, because -- simply and directly -- it was a creature that was half-man, half-beast, neither human nor beast, half-beast man.

It's just a new species based on human genes and the biological genes from the last universe brought over by [Ark].

That is also, the species used to restrain humans, the mortal enemy of human beings, and the subhuman species that can never coexist with humans.

Humans have been endowed with [free will] by him, which is an element that can stimulate the progress of species and accelerate the evolution. He used to be complacent because of this kind of cleverness. But when human beings with free will were no longer willing to be controlled and enslaved by these creators, and rose up against the creator race, the smile on his face disappeared.

This creator, who gave the fire called [free will] to mankind, is a great engineer among the creators.

And now, in order to clean up the mess he made, he has created another species that does not have [free will], is stronger than humans, and can restrain humans, that is, orcs.

"Very interesting design." Occasionally, his wife also visits his studio. While he was working so hard, completely unaware of his wife's arrival, she was looking at the humble beings in the container, and said curiously—and startled him.

"When did you come?" he asked. Still, his eyes didn't take his eyes off the panel that controlled the medium.

"When you didn't notice." His wife was a little angry, after all, her husband had not been home for seventy-two UTC.

"Is this... a wolf?" She asked, looking at the lifeform in the container, "But, why a wolf? And tigers, and other beasts? Could the inspiration come from the administrator of the ark? ?"

"That's half of the reason." He said: "The other half is because, according to the database I checked, in the old universe, these were beasts that eat humans, and they were the natural enemies of humans. It's just using the original natural enemies of man to restrain mankind."

"Then------" His wife moved her gaze to another container next to her: "Why are there rabbits? Isn't this a beast? Is there an error in the database record?"

Her husband's answer was ironic: "It's not a beast. It's my taste. There are enough beasts among the orcs to restrain humans, so I can't use my imagination to do extra. Some non-feral orcs?"

"You do this every time. How much confusion has been caused by adding [free will] to the human factor last time? Are you going to do something that your superiors didn't ask you to do this time?"

"There will be no trouble this time, I promise." He said, "How boring it must be to keep going according to plan. It is because of some unforeseen factors that the world changes."

"But is this a good change or a bad change?" His wife laughed and asked, "How much damage could you have done with an unintentional prank? If you didn't give the slave race in the first place. ---If human beings join free will, maybe they won't rebel against our creator, maybe they won't be killed and exiled. When will you learn to be good, Prometheus?"

"Only time will tell, Pandora," the man replied.

No one understands his mind, not even his wife, let alone his clan.

Perhaps he didn't intend to create a race at all in order to destroy another race he once created.

Perhaps he didn't intend to let his two creatures fight each other in the first place, until they returned to nothingness.

Maybe everyone deserves another chance.

Opportunities for change.

Or maybe------

He just enjoys watching these races struggle endlessly between their own grievances and grievances.

------[Not a hero]------

A certain month and a certain place.

"Crack!!"

With a scream, the skinny tiger soldier spat out a mouthful of blood.

His heart was pierced by the opponent's lightsaber. This is undoubtedly fatal.

Originally, he had successfully cut off an arm of the dark iron knight in the opposite Pantoracken with the iron sword in his hand, severely injuring the man. Just when he was victorious and was about to take off the opponent's head, the opponent came to a near-death counter-kill, and with the remaining arm that was heavily scarred, he raised his lightsaber and stabbed at him.

Originally, this tiger soldier could dodge this blow with his excellent reflexes and motor nerves, or at least make the injury less fatal. It's a pity that all of this is just like his life, always falling off the chain at the critical moment, and making mistakes at the most fatal moment.

He clearly wanted to dodge the blow, but his legs didn't obey him, and his eyes were dimmed. He just remembered that he hadn't had a good meal for two weeks, and he had been running away recently, living on all kinds of weeds and mud.

His physical strength has long since fallen to the bottom. It is a miracle that he can dodge this blow.

All in all, the opponent's lightsaber pierced his heart, beautifully destroying the heart of the hapless Khajiit soldier. Under the current situation, he knew that he would definitely die, and it would be useless even if his troops came to rescue him. It was absolutely impossible for him to be cured again.

"Beautiful...a blow..." The tiger soldier stepped back two cloths, covering his chest with his arms as hard as he could to stop the bleeding from the wound. Even so, the lightsaber's blow was piercing through the chest and stabbing out from behind, which meant that he could cover his chest, but he couldn't stop the frenzied gushing of blood behind him.

"Ha, ha, ha..." Where's the other party? The human knight was also exhausted, and fell to his knees, unable to move. One of his arms was cut off, and the bleeding was equally violent, and it was estimated that he would die soon.

"A truce... a truce..." The tiger soldier retreated to the wall, lay down along the wall, and tried to use the wall to compress the wound on his back to stop the bleeding Possibly less.

"Don't fight...I don't want to fight..." He begged in a low voice: "My heart was beautifully damaged by you, this is a fatal wound that can never be saved, It's only a matter of time before I die."

The human knight didn't answer, walking slowly towards the tiger soldier, still holding the sword.

"...Don't accept my surrender?" The tiger soldier sighed in despair: "Also...you may still have hope of being rescued, so how could you just let me go and give me a sneak attack? Your chance."

The other party didn't answer, but got closer and closer.

"If you want to kill, kill it." The tiger soldier closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, giving up his resistance. He was cold and tired, and he knew that he was exhausted, and he didn't even want to move until he died. Of course, the life force of orcs is very powerful. Although the heart is destroyed, it will definitely die, but it can endure for a long time before dying completely - which also means that there will be a long period of suffering before death. He only hoped that the knight would be able to strike a bit more succinctly and chop his head to pieces, so that he could die in an instant and suffer less pain.

Goo.

Damn. The belly is beating again. very hungry. The tiger soldier gritted his teeth. Even if he is about to die, this desperate feeling of fasting still haunts him.

Bang. He heard the sound of something falling to the ground, and his hearing was still sensitive. Judging from the sound, he knew that it should be the sound of the hilt of the lightsaber used by the knights, hitting the rocky ground.

He feels someone approach him, sit beside him, and shove something into his hand.

"...Eat it." It was the voice of the dying knight: "This is the bread that my wife made by herself before going out. I can share some for you."

The tiger soldier slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged knight in disbelief: "Really...is that possible?"

"As you can see, I'm dying too." The knight had already given up covering the wound on his severed arm, letting blood gushing from the cut off arm wound, and he used the rest of the With one arm, he broke apart a small piece of bread, kept half for himself, and stuffed the other half with the tiger soldiers: "Forget it. There is no winner in this battle, so it ends in a lose-lose situation. Look how hungry you are. ...at least eat something before you die, and go on the road when you're full."

The tiger man soldier smiled bitterly, without being polite to the other party, took the half loaf of bread and swallowed it in one bite.

It's been a long, long time since he went to the front line that he hadn't eaten anything decent. He missed the wild vegetable soup that his wife made for him, even though it was a grudging food made from the wild vegetables found everywhere in the Underdark.

He misses his wife, and his teenage son. But his wife was ill, a serious illness that could not be cured without sufficient funds. Even if he did not want to go to the battlefield, he had to follow the allied army of orcs to loot the human world. The coalition could give him nothing, and nothing could be done about his wife's illness. His only hope was to find a cure, or at least some nourishment, from the human towns that would cure, or at least prolong, his wife's life.

It all seems silly now. He has done nothing yet, and is here to fight the human knights, and will soon lose his life for it.

What will happen to his wife and son after he dies? The tiger soldier shivered, not daring to think about it.

His eyes moved involuntarily to the knight beside him. The knight was fascinated by an old yellowed photo in his hand. In the dark environment, in the extremely poor quality old photo, the tiger soldiers could only vaguely see the shadows of three people, the two big and the small just happened to be parents and children. He then realized that the dying knight was someone else's father and someone else's husband, and that, like him, the knight was thinking about his family when he was dying.

"Sorry." The tiger soldier said in a low voice, and his heart was particularly uncomfortable: "If we hadn't met each other, maybe the wife and children at home would have a chance to see us back home. Now... this It's all messed up, isn't it?"

"It's really screwed up." The human knight said with a wry smile, his face turned paler because of the loss of blood: "Obviously he was a hero, and he came here alone in disobedience to the orders of his superiors~IndoMTL.com~ I thought it was my own power. The attacked village can be protected. As a result, the villagers are already dead... Do you have to fight a group of orcs?"

"At least you have proved your bravery, human." The tiger soldier also smiled wryly: "It's obviously just a human... Obviously just a black iron knight, but you killed our captain and destroyed it. A whole squad. Not every human can do that, so hold your chest up, human. You're brave enough to be a hero."

"My superiors definitely don't think so, Orc." The middle-aged knight sighed, continuing to stare at the old yellowed photo in his hand, whispering, "I'm sorry, Daniel..."

And the tiger-men soldiers who were also dying looked up at the sky and murmured: "...Sorry, Sabo."

For the first time, they both realized that the opponent they had killed was actually a man of flesh and blood with a family. And they killed each other, not just killing each other, but also turning a wife into a widow and a child into an orphan.

So-called war, that's what it is.

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