Otto didn't know how to answer the question for a moment, so he could only respond silently.
But Alex didn't seem to care whether Otto continued or not. He carried the latter who had lost the ability to move on his back and walked on the streets at night, while waving his hands and outlining some small supernatural tricks to disperse the crowd who had been cleared of the supernatural influence to the greatest extent. , let these people go back to their homes and go to bed early and get up early. While talking to himself, he continued talking.
"But I knew from the very beginning that my idea was almost as unrealistic as a fantasy."
"If you want to prove this, if you want everyone to agree with my code of good people, and if you want it to become the norm for good people to live better than bad people, this will require the efforts of countless generations, and it will be an extremely long time. And it will take a long time." The definition of "good" and "kind" will always change with the background of the times and the improvement of people's moral pursuit. One day, with the development of society and the improvement of people's moral pursuit, my ideal can be realized..."
Otto muttered: "Regardless of whether it is realized or not, you will never see it again in your lifetime..."
Alex's steps slowed down a beat, and Otto couldn't see his expression at this time, but he could feel the regret in his wry smile: "Yeah, I won't see you again in my lifetime, but I want to be prepared for something like this." Make a contribution in the future, even for one day. Let this future come as soon as possible, so that good people can be rewarded as soon as possible, so that good people can no longer be harmed, and let bad people sincerely repent and be given a chance to be a new person after being punished. .”
"I believe that all the attempts I have made so far will not be in vain. As long as I don't stop, the road will continue to extend..."
"But now we still have to do a good job in the immediate aftermath."
Otto remained silent until the end before he muttered softly: "Then let me help too..."
What he said made even Alex stop in his tracks in surprise.
"I'm just doing what I can!" Seeing the old hunter's reaction, Otto immediately raised his voice several times to emphasize his point: "I have to make it clear to you in advance! I can only help at most. It’s just a small favor! If you encounter any danger again, don’t expect me to rush forward and fight!”
"Thanks……"
Alex whispered, before taking another deep breath and repeating his heartfelt thanks.
"Thanks."
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Zhao Chensi slumped down on the ground and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. He took in large gulps of oxygen that was no longer necessary for him, trying to relieve the exhaustion that was making him physically and mentally exhausted.
Physical strength and mental strength have been squeezed to the extreme in continuous battles. From the initial hunting by those artificial psychics to containing the fictitious monster group as huge as the tide, the monster group suddenly turned into fireworks and exploded one after another. It didn't take long. Those artificial psychics vomited a lot of black mud and black pus again, and had to run around in order to deal with and quell their commotion...
Zhao Chensi had been following Wang Mang in different urban areas without ever stopping to rest. On the way, he encountered several groups of hunters, teams from agencies, and weirdos wearing masked helmets and dragon wings behind them...
This was the first time he felt so tired after being transformed into a life form.
"How do you feel?" Wang Mang walked to Zhao Chensi with a smile. He had just finished dealing with the remaining extraordinary influence on the crowd and sent them back with extraordinary magic. "Even if you only contributed a negligible amount of power, it feels like saving this city." How about it?"
Exhausted, he could only lean against the wall, glanced at Wang Mang sideways, and said feebly: "To be honest, I don't have any real feelings after the experience... Isn't it just that I solved some imaginary monsters and calmed down the riots..."
"It is normal to have no sense of reality." Wang Mang shrugged nonchalantly, "In the extraordinary world, if you wait for a disaster to happen before trying to save the world, it is often too late. Once those fictional characters are completed, it means a solid foundation for reality. If it is shaken and destroyed, there will be no way to save the people in this city except evacuating the residents of this city..."
As he said this, he seemed to be remembering something, and suddenly a dark shadow came over him: "Oh, by the way, follow this!"
Zhao Chensi subconsciously caught the black shadow and found that what fell in his hand was actually a gourd. There was a faint sound of liquid reverberating inside, and he couldn't help but look puzzled: "What's inside?"
"The most important thing after a great victory is a banquet!" Wang Mang looked proud. He did not know when he created a wine gourd in his hand and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth: "Hiss-ha! This is the wine I brewed carefully. It tastes great! Try it."
Zhao Chensi looked at Mu Hulu, then turned his gaze to him. He pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying and shook his head: "I have no sense of taste anymore. You should drink this by yourself..."
"I don't have a sense of taste either, but that doesn't stop me from tasting its deliciousness. Besides, the opportunity for revenge may slip away quietly because of your bitter and hateful face."
Wang Mang forcibly stuffed the wine gourd back into Zhao Chensi's hand, "Wine and food, this is the natural way to celebrate after victory. Come! Pay respect to those who sacrificed their lives to protect, and give blessings to the things we protect. May your revenge, My swords, their respective missions, are with the sun! Cheers!"
Wang Mang's nonsense made Zhao Chensi lose his temper. Looking at the former's enthusiastic expression, he was obviously ready to forcefully clink glasses. He could only shake his head, unscrew the lid of the wine gourd, and pour a large gulp of wine into his mouth to stop himself. Stop the other person's mouth and end the topic quickly.
And just as he raised his head to drink, the hot and spicy wine poured down his throat, a spatial crack opened in the open space not far in front of him, and a blood-stained figure fell from the dark and deep crack. out!
The man's neat and decent white dress was already covered with blood flowers and blood stains. He was holding a long sword wrapped with ominous blood in his right hand, and a weird fantasy sword in his left hand. As he stumbled out, He twisted his body and stabbed the bloody sword in his hand into the deep, dark crack behind him.
Zhao Chensi's pupils shrank suddenly, because he had already recognized the true form of that figure when he raised his head to drink!
Qin Mian! ! !
But there was someone who moved faster than Zhao Chensi. The moment the figure appeared, Wang Mang had already rushed in front of Qin Mian at an incredible speed.
"Thunder Hand Knife!"
The golden light of electricity wrapped around Wang Mang's right hand. He staggered slightly and avoided Qin Mian's undead slash with precise precision. The undead slash wrapped with ominous blood on the sword grazed his clothes. , and at the same time, he slashed Qin Mian's right arm and armpit from bottom to top like a knife!
Bah!
Qin Mian's right arm was cut off at shoulder level, and the high-heat thunder and lightning blocked the blood that should have poured out of the wound. Driven by inertia, until the end, his arm was still tightly holding the weapon called Immortal Slash. Long sword.
Seeing that the loss of Immortal Slash had become an established fact, Qin Mian immediately connected with the sword of fantasy, and the transparent and invisible tentacles of fantasy squirmed out, quietly touching the blind spots of thought and establishing a common understanding.
He did not choose to continue fighting, but instead established a common understanding to form a transmission channel and opened a new space rift to escape.
Escape as far as you can.
After all, the Immortal Slash is only the final means to deal with the Master. In order to prevent the Master from having the means to resurrect after death like psykers or the undead, there is such a weapon that can actually kill even the undead. Even if the Master has Resurrection methods are of no avail.
In the end his plan succeeded, but also failed.
In the confrontation between the gaps in space, although he used the method of exchanging injuries for injuries to kill the master with the Immortal Slash, for some reason a new master jumped out to chase him.
Since the Immortal Slash cannot be effective, Qin Mian really has no reason to continue to be greedy for this weapon.
"It's messed up..."
Seeing that Qin Mian chose to escape without hesitation, and his figure disappeared again through the dark and deep cracks. Wang Mang, who had no time to stop him, could only shrug helplessly, picked up the arm and Immortal Slash that fell on the ground, and looked at the one he had just thrown down. Zhao Chensi rushed over with a drunken gourd: "Look, just because of your bitter and hateful face, the perfect opportunity just slipped away."
