The trial is over and the verdict is complete.
Han Qingyu didn't look back, and walked forward with his back to the crowd, accompanied by spears and armor. The sharp formation of the stream separated in front of him like running water.
Behind him was a massacre.
Of course this is a trial, and the video at the scene will record everything. The evidence is conclusive and irrefutable, but now they no longer need to rely on others to provide fairness and justice.
Regarding this twists and turns that lasted for more than three years, what have they endured and what have they uncovered? The trial that they did not accept three years ago was completed by their own hands three years later.
"So, these people..." Howard finally recovered from the huge impact, turned around, and stopped mid-sentence.
It was inertia to open his mouth. After he opened his mouth, he realized that what to do with the remaining prisoners here seemed not to be something Weilan had the authority or the nerve to do.
"Leave it to you and send it to the Antarctic." Wen Jifei said.
There are more than 2,000 remaining prisoners, the vast majority of whom are private soldiers on the periphery. They will all be handed over to Azure and sent to the battlefield in Antarctica to complete self-salvation with their lives or the sword in their hands.
In fact, psychologically, at this time, Wen Jifei wanted to add "leave everything behind" or "don't touch our things, or I will kill you."
Because the "wealth" left by Alphonse's decades of operation here is likely to be huge beyond imagination. Just the dead iron in the underground city is already amazing.
At the same time, because it is a fixed exploration place, there is no need to worry about not having enough big-pointed spaceships in the future.
"But it shouldn't be necessary."
Wen Jifei thought about it and gave some thought to his image in the big scene.
The site was not suitable for immediate garrisoning and required further clearing, searching and sorting. They took 2,000 people to camp outside first and joined the logistics troops, leaving 8,000 people in the paddock to guard the "wealth".
In fact, Han Qingyu also wanted to take his image into consideration. After all, it was a place with so many people...otherwise he wouldn't have pretended to be cool and left just now.
However, he really couldn't stand it anymore, especially when he finally broke out.
"Qingzi... Qingzi, what's wrong with you?"
In the middle of the separated military formations, Han Qingyu's footsteps suddenly stopped and his figure staggered slightly. Xi Mei quickly approached and asked worriedly behind him.
"I..." Han Qingyu faltered in a low voice, turned around with some difficulty and said, "I can't walk anymore, I feel like I'm going to faint."
After saying, "Du!" he lowered his forehead and hit Tie Jia's shoulder.
It looked like he was clinging to Xi Mei's body.
"..." The soldiers on both sides of the military formation were stunned.
They all knew that there was a little girl in the armor, and they often played together on the ship, but most of them didn't know that Xi Mei couldn't escape from the armor, and privately thought that she just didn't want to be exposed in front of everyone. face.
So what is this for? TheKing: After the fight, would you like a hug?
After being stunned for two seconds, the soldiers turned their heads and looked at each other... silently sheathed their swords, silently turned around, or looked towards the sky, or looked into the distance.
"Well, what should we do?" Xi Mei thought for a while in her heart and shouted softly: "Qingzi, Qingzi, are you fainted?"
"Not yet, but soon." Han Qingyu said.
"Then, shall I hug you?"
The rusty girl said as she lowered herself, looking at her posture, she was ready to be hugged by a princess.
"No, no." Han Qingyu said weakly but anxiously: "Call a stretcher."
...The stretcher came, but it was not placed on the ground.
Sister Xi picked him up and put him down carefully.
…………
On the outskirts of the third fixed exploration site at night, between the densely packed military tents with sharp streams, blazing bonfires burned.
In one of the military tents in the center, except for Han Qingyu, almost everyone else in the small team was there.
He Tangtang sat numbly on the small bench.
Regarding what happened in the center of the underground city, He Tangtang talked about it when he came back. Zhe Qiuhong had just completed a comprehensive examination for him, asked a lot of questions, and was now writing down something on paper.
"The key now is what do you think? Tangtang." Wen Jifei came over and asked.
He Tangtang turned to look at him with sincere eyes and said, "I want Niubi."
"I know."
Everyone present has seen the strength of Alphonse. He was fifth on the dome list and was the one who once forced Han Qingyu into a desperate situation.
He Tangtang has obtained his Yanxi, and once it grows, he will definitely become the most terrifying kidney attacker in the world.
"I want Niubi, I want to take back the heavy sword in Ye Jian's hand, and I want to hit you here and there..." He Tangtang's eyes moved on Wu Shi, Wen Jifei, and Xi Mei one by one.
"Can you think of something external? For example, cutting a big tip." Wen Jifei asked.
"Okay, but for the moment I think about these the most." He Tangtang paused and said, "But I'm afraid of becoming like Alphonse."
At this time, his eyes were full of expectation and worry.
Comrade He Tangtang has now killed the fifth person in the Dome Ranking. He has the most brilliant record of the entire stream sharpness, but his own combat power has not yet broken through to the top level, and Yanxian's will is also weak due to his weakness. Hibernating.
In short, at present, I don't feel anything strange.
However, after all, the characteristics of this flame are there, and they have also heard about its flaws from Alphonse's mouth.
"Characteristics and flaws should not be changed." Zhe Qiuhong raised his head.
All eyes were on her.
"In addition, I guess that Yan Xuan's will itself should also have a character. This will and character will undoubtedly affect the character of the successor."
"..." He Tangtang: "Then I don't want it."
"Don't worry, I'm just saying that it has an impact, but this impact should not be decisive. Just like Han Qingshe's extraordinary cold-bloodedness, cruelty and cunning every time he fights, it does not affect his own character... actions For example, you cannot blame his shameless greed and ruthlessness on Yan Xi."
In fact, Han Qingyu still has some good character qualities. It seems that those are the real evidence that proves that he is not completely affected by Yan Xu, but Zhe Qiuhong doesn't want to mention it.
"Besides, for a wooden person like Wu Shi, it shouldn't all be blamed on Yan Xu." She continued.
"Does that mean it's okay?" He Tangtang asked excitedly and expectantly.
"Something's wrong, this Yanxi is a bit strange."
"..."
"Because humans have very little knowledge of Yanxi, and there is almost no research. I can only infer through historical context and phenomena, and the results of the inference..."
Zhe Qiuhong’s conclusion:
Most of the world, even 99.9% of the will of the Flame Decay, should not be transferred automatically after the death of the successor. They may die together, or return to a state of will, but there will never be a situation like today where they are directly transferred to the enemy.
The basis for this judgment is very simple - if this transfer was universal, humans would have known the existence of the Will of Fire much earlier, and it would even have every reason to cause a sensation and lead to large-scale killings among masters and geniuses. , but the historical facts do not.
"So either there is something wrong with Yanxi." Zhe Qiuhong paused and said, "Or, it has something to do with the presence of the green worm."
Is it related to Qingzi? Xi Mei asked expectantly and curiously: "Why?"
"Because...if Yanxu is strong and weak, I think there is. I can guarantee you that the Yanxu will inherited by Han Qingchong is very strong, very powerful. And don't forget, he..." Zhe Qiuhong said He paused here, turned around to confirm that the young prince was not there, and then continued: "And don't forget, he has already fused part of his bones.
At this time, in another military tent, Han Qingyu was lying on the bed wearing gauze.
A figure stood beside the bed, holding a knife in his hand and handing it to his neck, "Hey! Han Qingyu! Qing... Han Qinglou, Han Qingchong..."
"Huh?" Han Qingyu opened his eyes slightly and looked at the young prince.
"Where are my bones?"
"I ate."
