The sound of gunshots echoed in the underground space. Jago pulled the trigger repeatedly. The second bullet exploded Judas' head, and the third bullet blasted the old man's lower body into bloody mud. The scorching flames burned Judas's body completely. Jago did not put away his gun. He frowned and suppressed deep anger in his voice.
"get out!"
He was the only living person by the lava lake, and there was no other voice that could talk to him. Jago Drusus became a mental patient on the verge of collapse. Unable to face the reality of killing his friends with his own hands, Jago Drusus sought revenge on the devil in his imagination...
shut up!
Jago roared, deep in his heart and in reality, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the totem "Flamy Mantis" in the lava lake opened its eyes a slit. The gentle lake fire deep underground suddenly erupted, and tons of lava hung upside down like a waterfall, washing towards the entire underground space with the man's roar. Judas's body disappeared completely, and an ugly laugh came from the sound of burning rocks.
"Hee hee! You are still so sharp, old friend! But how did you find out? I didn't show any clues!"
The laughter was sometimes far away and sometimes close, appearing strange like a ghost amidst the many refractions. Jago looked around carefully and reached for the other pistol at his waist with his left hand.
"Your performance is too ugly. The Governor Judas I know would never take the initiative to propose a Holy Judgment. Even if he hates the enemy, he would not take the risk and make such a dangerous proposal. You should have been the first to stop the commotion. The senior management of the company is now the source of controversy."
"You destroyed your old friend's head just because of this suspicion?"
"You interfered with my thinking." Jago asserted, "I should have come to check the Dianhuo network as soon as possible, but my actions and thinking were always interrupted. In the morning, you used Sevis to hinder my actions. You took advantage of my grandson in the study this afternoon."
"That's a bad joke." The laughter became louder. "A manipulated person can't see the threads on himself!"
"I have my own way."
Of course the agent chief has his own methods. Techniques that affect the mind are hard to guard against, but mind control cannot change what is written in black and white. The omission of "Check the Yodo Fire Network" in the book pierced Jago's heart like a needle. This thorn made him wake up from the influence of the enemy. Jago immediately thought of the followers of Wuxiang Shen, so he went to find Badman for final confirmation. The weird voice was obviously aware of this problem, and he let out a deep sigh: "That's why I've always hated your crappy book."
Jago suddenly turned around. The exchange in these few seconds allowed him to confirm the location of the enemy. Special bullets specially designed for incorporeal shooting were fired from the muzzle of the gun, and the burgundy warhead was pointed directly at the totem in the center of the lake.
The bullet turned into mist and dispersed in the middle, like rich wine. The mist outlined a round, short body, and he let out an exaggerated scream.
"Oh!" Judas, who was supposed to be dead, raised his hands in surrender, with a cunning light in his eyes. "How cruel, you showed no mercy to your old friend. You even went to the underworld for help. God would be so sad to see you colluding with evil forces."
"And God will be furious when he sees your ugly appearance." Jie Geli quickly filled in a new bullet, "I will kill you for God now."
Before Jago could shoot, Judas "died" on his own initiative. His body inflated like an overfilled balloon, exploding in the air with an exaggerated explosion, leaving shreds of paper and canned laughter everywhere.
"Why are you so angry, for a god that never existed?" Judas chuckled, "Since the plan failed, I retreated first. I thought I could play a big joke on you... But I will leave you with A small gift, enjoy it.”
Jago casually raised the fire to drown out the villain's laughter, and lowered the muzzle of his gun in silence. The Happy Demon is not here, and there is only a clone confronting Jago. I'm afraid that the Judas he knew had died long ago. He was bewitched by the Formless God at some unknown time and fell into the abyss of evil.
He ran to Flame Mantis and used his connection with the totem to confirm the mithril blockade underground. After a moment, Jago's solemn expression relaxed. The power of the Happy Demon had not yet deeply corroded him, and he only needed to do a general cleaning to eradicate the future troubles.
The church also needs a major cleaning, and I don’t know how many people were secretly bewitched by Judas. Jago had never felt so tired. He rubbed his eyes, turned around and found a paper cracker lying on the ground.
It was a gadget that was never absent from parties. When pulled, several colorful ribbons would shoot out and make a "bang" sound. There were colorful comic strips painted on the front of the papercrackers. A short fat man fired the papercrackers in front of everyone. Then the party venue shook violently, and fire dragons burst out of the ground. Everyone was thrown into the air, waving their arms and shouting loudly. Call……
Jago's blood suddenly turned cold. This was the mechanism that actively caused the seal to break. He couldn't hold this vicious thing firmly for a moment, and the paper cannon rolled to the ground. A line of small words appeared on the other side of the comic strip as it rolled:
[Why don’t you tell the Imperial people? 】
The same question sounded in Jago's heart, this time it was not the influence of the Happy Demon but his own question. Why didn't you tell Jihui Division? You are a spy chief, you are the red-coated governor of the church, and you carry the lives of tens of millions of people in this city. Why do you stubbornly deal with it yourself after discovering an abnormal situation? Isn't it because you also want to take advantage of this opportunity?
This will severely damage the old civilization that cannot keep up with the times and clear the way for Gaius' plan. So what are you waiting for? If you don't want to do it, put it down, and if you make up your mind, pull it up. But why are you still standing there like an idiot...holding the key to affecting the situation, but still unable to make a decision?
Jago felt as if his hands were weak from exhaustion. He held on to the demon disciple's parting gift sluggishly, as if he was struggling with something invisible. Jago breathed heavily, and the hot air made his lungs burn. His pupils shrank when he raised his head. An old corpse was lying near the entrance, and the blood of "Judas" wet the ground into dark red. Jago reflexively pulled out his pistol, preparing for the next trap——
The iron door at the entrance was kicked open. There was no ambush or another puppet, only a panicked blonde female ranger. Her eyes naturally looked at the body of "Judas", and then focused on the muzzle of Jago's gun.
For a moment, Jago wanted to laugh out loud. He thought he was going crazy.
"Jago, put that thing down for me." Servais's voice was calm.
"No." Jago stuffed the paper cannon into his windbreaker pocket.
"Don't be so fucking stupid." The ranger walked slowly towards the Mithril Bridge. "We'll talk about the corpse later. Now you go first..."
Jago interrupted her advice: "After? Why? No misunderstanding, I was the one who killed him."
The old man smiled, calmly and naturally, with a bit of delusional joy.
"I plan to completely lift this incomplete seal. For the sake of our friendship for so many years, you can pretend not to see it."
Servais walked onto the bridge. She wanted to pull out the gun quietly, but Jago pointed the gun at her head.
"Sevis, please don't move."
"Okay, I will listen to you. We have been friends for so many years and I will definitely cooperate with you." Servais sneered, "By the way, how many years have we known each other?"
"Thirty-six years."
"Damn, it's really fucking long." Servais sighed sincerely, "Then you should understand... I am not an obedient fool!"
The moment after the exclamation ended, Servais knelt down and jumped up, her unfinished words stretched extremely long in the wind, and she was as fast as a white-gold lightning. Jago pulled the trigger at the same time, and the special bullet hit the blur of light and shadow, and was intercepted by another ballistic trajectory in mid-air. The two bullets collided in the air and were squeezed by the majestic kinetic energy. After being squashed, they exploded in the air like two ugly bottle caps. In the blink of an eye, Servais had jumped over Jago's head. Her right leg struck down like an axe, and the sharp knife of the heel hit Jago's head directly.
Jago hurriedly raised his gun, and the two pistols were stuck in an X shape to intercept Servais's kick. The female ranger jumped up twice in succession. Jago was forced back by the impact. In mid-air, Servais twisted her waist and adjusted her posture to pull the trigger at a tricky angle like an inversion. Her hair hung down like a long golden river. The modified white pistol sprayed out a rain of hundreds of bullets. Jago on the ground quickly turned around and raised his gun, fighting back with a shower of flaming bullets. The ammunition of both sides was biting, conquering, and annihilating in mid-air. The two gunmen each occupied one end of the bridge and pointed their guns at each other. Their movements were like their other selves in the mirror.
Servais smiled ferociously: "You brat, do you really dare to attack me? Your gun fighting skills were taught by my mother back then!"
"Servais, I have something I wanted to tell you thirty-six years ago." Jago breathed out slowly, "Your technique has long been outdated. It is only because of your skill that you can still use it now!"
Jago shot Servais at the soles of her feet. The female ranger advanced on the narrow bridge without retreating, flipping forward as lightly as a butterfly to complete avoidance and attack. As the distance shortened, the firearm would become an obstacle. She aimed at Jago's unfired right wrist and prepared to grab it.
Her attack was successful, but Jago's movements did not stop. The silver barrel hit the back of Servais's hand while it was spinning. The blow that seemed like an understatement was as harsh as the sting of a poisonous bee, making her palms sore. Ma temporarily lost her strength.
"Empire's acupuncture points?"
"That's wrong, the firing pin strike of Western gun fighting." Jago took advantage of the situation and twisted her left arm, "It's an old routine from three hundred years ago! But it's something new to you!"
Jago turned Servais's wrist and exerted force behind her back, pushing her down. The silver bridge deck quickly magnified in Servais's eyes. From this angle, she couldn't shoot at all. The female ranger suddenly inhaled and tightened her waist. The contraction of her already slender waist caused undue flaws in her capture. She took the opportunity to hook her arm and hit Jago's side with her elbow. There was a strange sound as the bones were on the verge of breaking. Jago was sweating in cold sweat due to the severe pain but did not let go. He used his other hand to strangle Servais's forearm tightly. The two sides fell into a strange situation of mutual restriction. No one could shoot and no one could evacuate.
If this was a battle between just two people, they would probably be in a stalemate forever, but there was still a third bystander sleeping in the lava lake. The totem fire mantis opened its eyes, and it shook off the mithril chains on its body, and ejected towards Servais directly in front of it like a cannonball!
At the critical moment, a ray of purple light jumped out and intercepted the Fire Mantis's pincers. It was an ancient hand axe. The rough wooden handle seemed to be made by cutting off branches at random. The surface of the mithril ax shone with a magnetic purple light. Servais took the opportunity to kick Jago's calf, and Jago let go earlier and jumped into the lava lake. The Flame Mantis missed a single blow and retreated behind Jago, and the hand ax spun half a circle and automatically fell back into Servais's hand.
"It seems that the old guy is still useful." Servais shook her numb arm, "Have you had enough trouble? What the hell do you want to do?"
The female ranger held a gun in one hand and an ax in the other, with a menacing smile on her face, and her white trench coat shook in the violent lava. Jago stared at this scene and felt that he had arrived a thousand years ago. She looked majestic and powerful, and no one could be her opponent. He knew that as long as he put down his weapon and apologized sincerely, he would be forgiven by the ranger. She was always magnanimous and rarely held grudges.
He tightened his grip on the gun.
"Servais, have you remembered?" Jago said softly, "The Supreme God actually never existed. The saint did not create the religion to promote the power of any god. She wanted to civilize the barbaric people in this land. But There was no natural science in that era, and literacy was the privilege of a few wealthy people. After much thought, she could only rely on 'faith', a method that was considered 'advanced' at the time, to promote social change. She told everyone a big lie, This lie has been going on for thousands of years, and we still serve to uphold it today.”
Servais was stunned, and more vague fragments poured out from the depths of her mind, each one causing her pain.
——Servais, we are lying!
——What does it mean? If worshiping idols can make this shitty place better, then I'll be a big liar.
Many people quarreled around her, and objections and doubts were everywhere. They were discussing faith, justice...discussing gods...
"...Woo!" Servais tried her best to scatter the fragments. Now is not the time to think about this, "So what! Do you really think how many believers today believe in God? What they really believe in is the Saint. Justice and kindness in the holy scriptures!”
"That was justice and kindness a thousand years ago!" Jago roared. "Should we still encourage children to fight each other with fists and kicks? Should we still encourage barbaric violent revenge? The holy scriptures encourage us to fight against nature, We have been fighting nature for thousands of years, and now the northern continent is full of abandoned factories and over-developed waste pits. We have become self-righteous and we are destroying our own home!
So are we on a purely technological path? Arm our citizens and society with the most advanced technology? This cannot be done. Once we become different from the past, the civilized front that restricts nature will collapse. We cannot retreat, let alone move forward. The way of survival in this land has long been determined! The United States can't go any further! ! "
Servais had nothing to say. She had seen too many vivid examples along the way and she could not find a reason to refute. Jago covered his forehead and looked very sad.
"Our world is in danger, Servais. I don't know if it will be ten or twenty years from now. A darkness more terrifying than the dragon plague will come... But Ustus is still in disarray. Official, church , civil families, large and small selfish desires and selfishness make the Northern Continent look different. Just like the chains under our feet, they look bright but are already old, and even a clown can contaminate them.
This country needs a strong ruler to survive the crisis and a new civilized front to fight the future. But the church can't do it, and neither can any other force. Now that Gaius has stepped forward and told us his plan, what choice do I have? "
He raised his head, his eyes were red, and he didn't know whether he was questioning the ranger or himself: "What other choice do I have?!"
The lava surged crazily like a living thing, and the fire veins all over the ground were fully activated at this moment. The bright red flames collapsed the rock walls around the lava lake, connecting the underground space with the wider area. Jago retreated along the crack, and Servais heard the noise of industrial machinery operating and came into contact with the night in the sky. She knew where Jago was going. The seal of the Flame Mantis was connected to the Rift Valley. He was going to the Great Rift Valley in the middle of Molten Valley City.
"Then you're going to smash it first?!" The ranger ran wildly on the flame stream, and the lake water carried her body like a solid ground. Jago Drusus relied on the help of the totem to reach the center of the rift valley. The pillar of fire rose into the sky with his will and turned into a red vortex that penetrated the heaven and earth. The man in the fire wind had a cold face and no expression at all.
"My mission is to crush your hopes."
"Silly X! You are trying to break the rules! Is your so-called ruler the thug who controlled the machine to besiege Sound Curtain City? There is no way that the United States can exist in the eyes of such a person!"
Servais waved her hands like an angry girl, and the lake fire in the rift valley turned into a thick and bold arm, placing her in the palm of her hand and lifting her up. It is clear that the Drusus family is the master of Fire Wind, but she can mobilize the power of nature without a totem, which is more convenient than any family head in the past.
She pointed her finger at the giant fire wind, and the vortex Jago was in began to vibrate violently. This is a battle for control of nature, but Servais' old skills and experience are far superior to Jago's. The giant fire wind tilted towards the ranger when she raised her hand. Jago no longer gave orders to the totem. He crossed his guns on his chest just like he did before fighting the monster.
"Those who do evil will be punished. Those who are guilty will be judged."
"The appearance of desolation appears. The holy cross, the sin-binding embers chain!"
The old man slowly recited ancient advice, and his domain was inspired to merge with the fire and wind. The giant fire whirlpool that had been basically controlled by Servais was coated with a layer of silver like metal. Thousands of chains were burned into shape by the flames and flew out from the fire whirlpool, binding the ranger's torso and limbs.
It is a manifestation method specifically for sins. The guilty will be bound by the chains of punishment, and they will suffer so much that they cannot break free. And this is the State of Fire and Wind, the place where the saints are guilty!
Servais screamed from the severe pain, and the feeling of burning flesh made her miserable. The failure in the battle for control turned into an opportunity for Jago. He took the opportunity to regain control of the lake. The flames condensed and formed in mid-air, turning into a 100-meter-tall blazing angel. It is the fire angel Michael, the closest apostle to God. Its flaming sword guards the entrance to heaven and will burn all villains who dare to approach.
"Go to sleep, Servais." Jago's voice was very soft, "Always be a happy ranger...don't worry about these pains that have nothing to do with you."
The angel swung his sword, and the orange-red sword arc was enough to destroy the city-state in one fell swoop. To it, the bound Servais was as small as dust. Jago wanted to close his eyes. No matter what happened next, he didn't want to look at it anymore. But the old man couldn't escape in the end. His instinct to deal with danger made him widen his eyes. The fire angel's flaming sword failed to make any waves when it was swung down, and the hundred-meter-long magic weapon disappeared out of thin air midway.
It was swallowed alive by Servais's gun! Like an insignificant wisp of smoke!
The female ranger slowly raised her head. Jago had never seen her look like this before. The emotion went beyond self-confidence and was almost arrogant. It was not elegant but full of wildness, like a cunning and arrogant creature bred in nature.
"Angel spell?" Servais grinned, "You use the spell I invented to deal with me?"
She shook her arms very casually, and all the chains that restricted her freedom suddenly broke. She raised her revolver and aimed it at the man in front of the angel. At this moment, Molten Valley City fell into a tranquility like an eternal night. The light and color disappeared, and even the boiling flames subsided. The revolver is like a black hole that swallows everything, depriving and gathering all the power wherever it looks. The colorful brilliance gathers around the muzzle to form a "corona", like a miniature solar eclipse and a king's crown.
At the last moment, the old man's face softened, as if all the burdens had been lifted. He closed his eyes and said silently that you are worthy of being...
Then the ranger pulled the trigger, and the fleeting rainbow tore through the Fire Angel's bulk. After a while, light and color returned to the world, and no one remembered the previous battle.
Everything is business as usual in Molten Valley City.
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Servais put the revolver back into her waist and stretched her aching muscles. It had been a long time since she had fought such a fierce battle. After the trip, she wished she could go back to the headquarters and take a nap first...
Damn, where is the headquarters? Damn it, now you are a ranger, now it is 1702... Bah, 2010...
She hit her head hard, as roughly as if she were smashing a disobedient TV. The memory fragments temporarily stopped. Servais breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly through the ruins.
Servais fell into the damaged lava lake, and nearly half of the mithril bridge survived. The fire mantis protected the seriously injured Jago and stood at the end of the broken bridge. She waved to the totem, and the mantis lowered its head to look at the seriously injured head of the family, and made a decision after thinking for a while. It summoned the chains that maintained the seal from the lake fire, holding them and floating them into Servais' hands.
It took her a good ten minutes to deal with the corrosion. This is so fucking outrageous. What kind of disgusting technique is this? How long did it take for the law of impermanence to become like this?
Servais threw away the complaints that did not belong to her now and walked up to Jago. The last shot avoided his body, but even if it was caught in the aftermath, the old man's injuries were extremely heavy. An ordinary person would have passed out long ago, but he actually still had his eyes open at this time.
"Go ahead and give me the final blow."
"Fuck you." Servais squatted down without any image, "You, Jago. You just feel powerless against the situation, so you subconsciously want to rely on the strong."
"No." Jago said.
"Then why are you doing all this? For justice?"
There was an ugly expression on the old man's face, and Servais recognized it for a while before realizing that it was a bitter smile.
"I want to fight for justice. Fight for the future of the country. I believe that pure ideals cannot accomplish everything, and I have the consciousness to soil my hands... Therefore I stand with Gaius, and I know that he is not A monarch who cares for all people, but his ascendancy is better than this rigid status quo.
I believe that I am ready to wake up, and I will fight for the United Nations even if I am stigmatized. But along the way, I watched your travels and watched you fight for the simplest values with a group of young people who have nothing to do with Hezhong. I asked myself, were these the children I was betraying? So what's the difference between me and Marcius, who betrayed the Saint a thousand years ago? "
Jago closed his eyes, leaving two lines of painful tears.
"Friend. Am I not doing evil in the name of justice?"
Servais said nothing. She knew there was someone better suited to answer the question than herself.
Another agent in a trench coat walked in quickly, carrying a conviction gun that she had made with her own hands. Agent Will squatted next to his teacher and lifted up his torn clothes. Jago's skin is covered with ascetic marks of whipping. His impermanence method is the method of absurdity, which imposes restraints on sinners and will also punish the guilty self.
Jago himself had given the answer a long time ago. He knew that the unknown agent would arrive today, and he also knew that his mad behavior would not yield results. He suffered from spiritual questioning and hesitated on the boundary line.
He was already overwhelmed and just wanted to die as a sinner.
"Agent Jago." Will stood up, "As the guilty spear of the mithril pillar, I will judge you."
"Live with pain and suffering, and use the rest of your life to make up for your past mistakes."
Will helped him up, and Jago saw Servais snickering before he passed out. He felt deeply helpless. Perhaps he should have shot himself through the head immediately, which would have made things much easier in the future...
There is no need to think about gods, and there is no need to worry about justice.
