Silent Crown Chapter 841: Future (below)

In the blink of an eye, falling down from thousands of years of history, toward the future.

Ye Qingxuan can only extract a few fragments in the chaos.

'Asset Mergers'...'Data Age'...'Polymer Material Breakthrough'...'Super Large Collider'...'Human Machine Revolution'...

In the end, the speed was so fast that he couldn't catch up, and he couldn't even find the clips.

In just a moment, I fell from the ancient palace and came into the dark world.

Countless clouds covered the sky.

There was a pungent smell in the air, and countless towering chimneys spewed thick fog toward the sky. The foul-smelling rainstorm fell from the sky and followed countless shining giant trees to the ground.

When I looked closely, I discovered that it was not a giant tree that supported the sky and extended into the dark clouds, but a jaw-dropping tall building.

Across the fence, the hurricane below is rushing towards you, looking down, you can see the surging clouds, the ground is covered by dense fog, and it is not clear.

In the next moment, Gaius’s perspective was superbly out of the human’s perspective, and he got a wonderful view that almost overlooked the whole area. He saw the earth covered with steel under the thick fog, there were countless buildings rising up into the sky like forests, and in countless pigeon cage-like rooms, the deformed and rickety slaves were asleep.

At the top, above the clouds, in the gorgeous residences enjoying the sunshine and fresh air, the well-dressed nobles sang, sang and danced, tasting the extinct wines and delicacies on the earth.

"What is this...?"

Gaius looked back blankly, and saw Charles' smile, which seemed to be compassionate, with the peace of the gods.

"This is the world forged by your wishes."

He looked down at the sky and the earth, answering Gaius’s question:

"A ‘bright future’ after the freedom of capital."

Speaking, he took Gaius, stepped forward, stepped out, the roar in the workshop came oncoming, in the pungent smell of medicine, the huge assembly line, countless creations were moving quickly, It is assembled by workers on both sides.

Those skinny workers crouching in cramped positions have an unspeakable calm.

It seems to be assimilated to machinery.

There are even more people who have part of themselves implanted with machinery.

"They are slave laborers, the lowest in the world, working more than 18 hours a day in exchange for salary."

Charles introduced: "This is a filter processing factory. If the filter is not installed, humans will not even survive the terrifying air outside for three hours.

There are tens of thousands of people working in this workshop, 24 hours a day, never stopping. There are hundreds of thousands of such workshops all over the world, supporting an incredible prosperity.

Unfortunately, they have no assets and no freedom to speak of, because they have already sold their ownership to the workshop.

They are the lowest-class tool slave laborers. They have no skills. They can only do tasks that have not been replaced by machines for the time being, and they have not been treated as human beings.

And you...are there. "

Speaking, he raised his head and looked at the huge portrait at the highest point of the workshop. The man above the portrait is majestic and noble, like the chosen people of God.

When the monotonous bell rang, the mechanical assembly line stopped abruptly. All the slave laborers stood up neatly, raised their heads, looked up at the portrait above their heads, and sang the carols piously and neatly.

Praise the great revolutionary leader Gaius, praise the great head of state...

"You are the founder of this country's assets, known as the father of civilization. For thousands of years, you have been admired and become a true god. Countless people are fighting to maintain your ideals."

Gaius took a staggering step back.

"This is not right..."

In the next moment, they came to the huge and cold building, and the emblem representing the Republic hung high on the top, reflecting a cold glow.

"This is the branch of the Purge Management Committee, and most people call it the Administration."

Charles helped him open the door: "Really? There is a child who scribbled on your portrait is being tried, and the person who reported him is his brother, that is the child.

For this, he received rewards and commendations from great leaders. "

In Gaius's dull gaze, the child with the Gaius badge on his chest was stepping on the red carpet and walking out of the bureau with his head held high, his eyes firm and calm.

"Want to talk to him?"

Charle asked, reaching out to stop the kid.

The child frowned and looked at them, looked at their chests, and soon his expression became disgusted.

"Oh, forget, you didn't wear this."

Charles stretched out his hand, put two badges on Gaius and himself, waved, and the displeasure in the child's eyes disappeared.

"May I have something to do? Two gentlemen, ah, I know."

The child seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He raised his sleeves and wiped the badge on his chest: "Please feel free to look at it, but don't stain it."

"I..."

Gaius looked at him blankly, his lips closed, but he knew that the child was leaving impatiently, unable to speak.

"That's just a badge...that's just a badge..."

"Authority is not to be insulted. The sacred asset revolution is the cornerstone of the establishment of the country. Even the holy emblem cannot be desecrated."

Charl turned around: "Let's go, sir, we still have many places to come. You are not used to the feeling of being a **** yet."

The memory behind has been shattered under the huge impact.

Gorgeous hall, soft carols, singing, singing and dancing... Alienated human body... Experiment... Surveillance... Report... Acquisition... Asset changes... Falling... Rising...

Ye Qingxuan could see that Gaius roared angrily, questioned and rebutted at Shire, and then changed in the future, again becoming... more difficult to understand.

In this magical realm like a kaleidoscope, the will of weak people is quickly consumed.

In the end, only a piece of ruins remained.

Countless malicious radiation flooded the surface, and deformed humans crawled on the barren ground, licking the mud greedily.

Among the wreckage, the statue of Gaius shattered and fell to the ground.

The majestic face is covered with dust.

Gaius sat down on the ground, disheveled, staring blankly at everything in the desert, talking about something, but couldn't even hear him.

In the end, he turned around frantically, pounced on Shire, and tugged at his neckline:

"No! Let me see again! Something must have gone wrong! The human world should be perfect! This time, I must be able to..."

"It's okay."

Charles smiled pityingly, these are the last words in the memory:

"You can take as long as you want..."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's retrospective stopped abruptly.

Because the old man screamed.

He woke up from his dream, struggling frantically, got down from the operating table, neighed, and frantically crashed into those who were in front of him, destroying everything intact.

"No! No! This is not right! It should be perfect! It's not my fault! I'm not wrong!"

He screamed, hysterically, looking at everyone with red eyes:

"I was not wrong! I did not!!!"

No one responded.

Everyone looked at him quietly, watching his screaming hoarse, and finally, sitting on the ground exhausted, giggled, and then tears came again, tearing his hair and face, Huddled in the corner and said to himself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Sorry.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

He is crazy.

This is not even Charles' revenge.

From the very beginning, when he was overwhelmed by countless sacrifices and lost his direction, this end was doomed. He couldn't face the sacrifices of his colleagues, he couldn't face his own clan, and he couldn't face so much pain.

He can only deceive himself, deceiving himself is worth the sacrifice, for the future, for other things.

For whatever.

He will never find that perfect world.

When the bubble was punctured, he was nowhere near madness.

After he was overwhelmed by guilt and despair, the things he had chased in his life were destroyed, and the price he had sacrificed in his life lost its meaning, how would he face the world?

"Kill him."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped and his fists clenched: "When I think of the teacher's sacrifice for such a lunatic, I feel...not worth it."

"Unfortunately, we can't do it."

The person in charge of the silent agency replied.

"What do you mean?"

"In the literal sense, we can't kill him."

The old musician replied: "His body has become inhumanly healthy, and even the fatal brain tumor that was imminent has been taken out.

Something is supporting his life, every time he is dying~IndoMTL.com~ will restore him to his original state, just like this. "

He drew out his sword, chopped it cleanly, and cut off Gaius' head.

But the head rolled on the ground, splashed with blood, and flowed back toward the wound, leaving a drop of it back into the body. Finally, the head returned to its original position.

No more scars.

"We have tried various methods. In a sense, he has become a natural disaster, almost immortal." The person in charge sighed softly: "Even if it is burned to ashes, he can be reborn from the fire... …That god, I’m afraid I don’t want to let him go so easily, right?

Originally, we could inject him with tranquilizers and hypnosis to make him fall asleep, but now, his body has developed drug resistance, and before long, even dreams will become a luxury for him. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

For ordinary people, this kind of immortality may be desperate, but for Gaius... it is eternal punishment and torture.

He can't escape anything through death.

Live in pain forever.

Faced with all this pain forever.

"Your news, I know, you can go, take him...I don't want to look at him again."

Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze and opened the door.

Ignore the person in charge who is chasing up behind him. The man was stopped by his subordinates, as if shouting to himself from a long distance.

But he is no longer willing to listen.

But when he opened the door, he saw the man under the steps.

And the familiar face.

"Meeting for the first time, Your Excellency Grand Presiding Judge. If you take the liberty to visit, I would like to ask Haihan."

Under the steps, the first citizen of Burgundy, the great emperor'Don Juan', showed a familiar smile at him: "Can I take a step forward?"