Silent Crown Chapter 554: Remnants

A loud noise.

In the huge basement, there is a huge conference table. There are densely packed war maps nailed to the walls, and the maps are already filled with various markers.

There are various materials and files everywhere, and there is almost no place to stay.

The whole meeting room is busy and full of anxiety.

The smoke of tobacco burning fills the air with a pungent smell of saliva and sweat. The hot, warm air blows out from the constant temperature matrix and mixes together, almost suffocating.

"Our line of defense has collapsed!"

Beside the conference table, the old man with the hair loss in the wheelchair was holding the report, and his hands trembled: "Due to the mistake of the commander of the Western Fleet, the line of defense has fallen completely! Avalon is lost!"

At the end of the talk, he almost lost his voice, hammering his chest sadly, spouting blood, and fell into the wheelchair.

"General Norlin! General Norlin!"

The people beside him were in confusion and shouted: "Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers!"

Two lame old men ran forward and pushed him away.

In the chaos, the innermost old man swept through the files on the table angrily and roared: "Coward! Coward! Where is the commander of the Western Fleet! On the torture frame! Burn him to death!"

"Burn him to death!" The others waved in agreement.

"Don’t [Quick Wear] the male lead, kick the male lead

! You can't do this! "

The commander argued loudly: "I only have my own strategic considerations! Anglu's current territorial depth and food reserves can't face the natural disasters at all... You can't do this! I want to see the Grand Inquisitor! I want to see the big Inquisitor!"

"Coward, die!"

The old man with a breathing mask beside him got up in a rage, pulled out the decorative sword on the wall, and stabbed it into the commander's stomach. No blood came out, and the cord of the mechanical internal organs was exposed under the tear of the clothes, and the sword blade passed through the gap between the internal organs without pain or itching.

But the commander held his belly exaggeratedly, screamed, and fell to the ground.

"Come on, drag him down!"

An old man with a metal tube stuck in his neck wore the hat of the Supreme Commander and waved his hand and said, "For this time, only those who are looking at the Southern Army Corps. Bring the map of Asgard!"

"Report sir, there is no map of Asgard, you can make do with a copy of the Caucasus."

"Asshole, can these two be the same!"

The highest commander roared: "You are dereliction of duty! Dereliction of duty! Military police! Military police! That white-haired child, say you, come here! Yes, you are the military police, drag this guy down for me! Burn it! Die!"

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and walked forward at the urging of the old man. He didn't know what to do. The old man who was regarded as a malfeasance winked at him. After making gestures for a long time, Ye Qingxuan pushed him aside in embarrassment. The old people licking melon seeds on both sides covered a piece of red cloth and had the right to be burned.

Under the red cloth, the old man also made a scream of being burned to death in special cooperation.

What the **** is this?

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan has a dumb face, and the command in the'command center' is still in full swing. Someone kept holding up an emergency paper from the next room. Commands have also been issued continuously to mobilize troops from all over to defend and counterattack.

It's just that the orders were thrown into the trash can in the corner, and they stayed with the ashes and leftover fish bones, and no one cared about them.

Soon, with the command of the command, the erosion situation improved slightly, but then, ten minutes later, it began to take a turn for the worse. Following Angelu, the western desert and the northern ice field fell one after another, and the whole country of Asgard Deadly battle, fall, Burgundy split, the Caucasus was ignited into a **** of flames following the strategic movement of the saints, and there is no more living person left.

In the end, only the holy city was left alone against the dark world.

In the suffocating silence, the Supreme Commander took off his hat and said hoarsely: "Comrades, we have reached the most critical juncture! We must stand firm in the Holy City! We must not lose! The 107th East The levy will never end because of this!!!"

The last sentence he shouted hoarse, and all the other old men shouted feverishly. But in the midst of the excitement, there were discordant sounds.

"Wait!"

The old man who had just been "stabbed to death" by the friendly army got up and waved a big book with a thick dictionary in his hand: "The host is wrong! My flagship clearly has six enchantment coordinators. With full power charging, how could it be possible for the monster to charge, and my army would be wiped out?"

The old man in charge of the calculation rolled his eyes: "One hundred-point dice, you rolled 9 points on the'weather', a big failure! Stormy weather, monsters have bonuses. Moreover, your fleet is not enough, the musicians fight Lost in half, Xie Liyi destroyed the first love counterattack system [Quick Wear]

! "

"I obviously have a terrain advantage!"

"The terrain advantage has been offset!"

"Fart! It's not written like that in the rule book! You bastard, you made a mistake! And I bought two airships! You ate it! Give me back my fleet!"

When he stabbed out his own disclosure, the old man couldn't help his face: "I wrote the rules of the naval battle chapter! I changed it! You have an opinion!"

"I stabbed you as a heresy with a sword!"

"Come on! Come on! If you don't come, you are my son!"

The more they talked, the more excited they were. They were obviously dying with life-saving tubes and mechanical internal organs all over their bodies. They could move their hands without ambiguity, and they fought in an instant. The people next to them wanted to pull them away, but the ‘dead’ who were judged to be destroyed were inflamed and trampled on the wrong foot. Within a few minutes, a group of people scuffled into a ball.

It looks like this is about to stop for the 107th Eastern Expedition...

Ye Qingxuan squatted next to him and shouted a few times, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he sighed and prepared to wait until they finished the fight. But a melon seed shell was thrown on his head.

He looked back, only to see in the corner of the room, behind a curtain that was pulled up, an old man poked out half of his head and waved at him.

"Hey, young man, it's you...come here."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head helplessly, wondering if he was going to let himself drag another heresy out, but after getting into the curtain, he couldn't help but breathe in air.

Across the curtain, the atmosphere has become completely different.

As far as I can see, in addition to the piles of files that have not been sorted out, there are metal and plastic cables, and machines that pile up to occupy a whole wall.

Ye Qingxuan had seen those things from the hospital.

Artificial oxygen synthesizer, heart rate monitor, hemodialysis pump...

Dense cables extend from the equipment on the ceiling, floor, or wall, and connect to the old man sitting on the heavy iron chair to keep him alive.

The half of the face that Ye Qingxuan saw just now may be his only remaining flesh and blood.

I can't help but half of the cheekbones have been replaced by metal, and the rest of the body is almost impossible to survive alone. The thin old man was almost completely embedded in the iron chair, and was wrapped in dense machinery.

The blood is propelled by the artificial heart, breathing is maintained by the steel lungs, and artificial solution is injected into the spine. Even half of the skull is transparent. Through the transparent skull, you can see the withered brain with silver electrodes inserted...

He was sitting in a chair, except for moving back and forth slightly, he couldn't even turn his head, facing the wall. A long narrow window was cut into the wall, and flames were burning on the dark ocean, which was monotonous and boring.

It's like torture.

"Are you scared?"

The old man motioned Ye Qingxuan to sit down and laughed. When the ridiculous sound was emitted from the metal vocal cords, there was a strange hoarseness and sharpness:

"Your Excellency came from afar and couldn't go out to meet [Zong Yu + Zong Man] Raiders Tournament!

. The etiquette is not adequate, but I hope to include it. "

"It's okay, I'm still young. If I can see the principal, it doesn't matter if I run more."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his face, looked at the dense wrinkles and age spots on his remaining face, but couldn't tell how old he was...

"I know what you want to say, Mr. Ye."

The old man sighed softly, and the only handy left index finger tapped on the handrail: "Mr. Ye, you want to see us, but we may not be what you think-there are no principals here, some are just a group of people abandoned by the times. Remnants and defeated generals.

The Faith Department has long since collapsed. We hid in this forgotten corner and licked our wounds, even the leader had died in the Holy Wheel Court.

You hope to find the palace here, but there is only a pile of ruins, worthless, right, Mr. Ye? "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, untied the holy band that symbolizes status, and threw it aside, just looking at his eyes: "I need to help you."

"I know."

The old man looked at the holy belt next to Ye Qingxuan, his eyes became emotional, and his fingers moved~IndoMTL.com~ and pointed: "Can I look at it?"

Ye Qingxuan put the holy band into his hand, he squeezed it tightly, his fingers stroked the pattern on it, and the remnant face showed a nostalgic smile:

"The holy band of the Grand Inquisitor...It's so good, after a hundred years, I have seen it again."

Ye Qingxuan sat quietly next to him, looking at the same scenery as him, and did not bother him, allowing him to cherish the memory of the past.

After a long time, the old man withdrew his sight.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, you can call me'Shi Dong'."

The old man introduced himself: "I am the same as the old ghosts you just saw. Let me be regarded as... the last remnant of the Inquisition."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

The last remnant is not the Faith Ministry, but the Inquisition...

The Inquisition was disbanded more than ninety years ago!

How many years have these guys lived...

Moreover, when the people from the Faith Department leave the holy city, they are almost completely out of the house, and there is no room to take away any property. According to Ye Qingxuan's observation, the mechanical internal organs, artificial blood, and life-saving facilities of these old people are a staggering number every day.

What is the identity of the people who can make them bankrupt their families and sell iron, build these facilities, maintain and support them at all costs?

"Mr. Ye don't care."

Stone made a weird gasp, as if he was laughing: "If we have any merits, we will only live long. When the trial was still in the past, some of us were ascetic monks. Some people are judges, some are purification musicians, and some are knights of the witch’s hammer... Now, we are all just a bunch of old wastes that can’t live for five minutes without the oxygen tube."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

Who is really stupid? Force. (To be continued.)