The synonym of love is like, but the antonym is never hate.
For example, Carlos can't even like the King of Steel, but he can't hate him either.
He's just an old guy who proves that there's something hateful about poor people.
No desire to conquer the world.
There is no delusion of dominating the universe.
This journey through time is just a dream worth remembering for the King of Steel.
On the other side of the singularity of distorted time, the King of Steel's vehicle, the Iron Alliance's highest magical technological achievement, the Imperial Admiral floating battleship is ready to go, ready to go to another planet that is being invaded by the Burning Legion to launch the redemption of imperial socialism.
To the King of Steel, all this was nothing but leisure while he dozed off on the golden horse...ahem...throne.
Carlos could not find his own shadow under the old face of the King of Steel, but the King of Steel would not forget his youthful and frivolous comfort.
From the very beginning, the King of Steel had no murderous intentions, which was the fundamental reason why Carlos did not smear him in the face with a Holy Light Bomb.
"Be kind to your parents. You may understand the pain of a child who wants to be raised but his parents are no longer there, but you often forget it."
"Um."
"Be kind to the friends around you. Helping relatives but not relatives is just a slogan. People who really do that will desert their relatives and friends. Turning people who deserve help into relatives and friends is the true way to be a king. But when it comes to helping relatives but not helping parents, Don't forget to give yourself a lot of excuses when you are in trouble, otherwise your subordinates won't be able to find a breakthrough if they want to help you clear your name."
"Go away, I'm a paladin."
"Terenas is untrustworthy. It's not that I'm slandering his character, but that as a mature politician, his soul that is comfortable with gravity can no longer see the journey to the stars and the sea."
"My old father-in-law doesn't need your comment."
"Daelin Proudmoore is a good comrade. This kind of great humanist belongs to the Human Fifty Cent Party who brings his own dry food. As long as..."
"You're already translucent, what are you talking about?"
It is not difficult to guess that the five time traveling warriors should have solved the Iron Guards and destroyed the singularity of distorted time. The basic conditions for the appearance of the King of Steel have been destroyed, and foreign objects that are repelled by time and space are being expelled by time and space bit by bit.
The Iron King's presence is fading.
"Yeah, I'm about to wake up from my dream."
The King of Steel stretched, smiled at Carlos with a kind face, and then turned his face cold.
"So you must listen carefully to what I am going to say next and listen to it."
Countless ball lightnings were released from nowhere behind the King of Steel, blocking the surrounding space, and the powerful electrostatic field blocked the possibility of peeking from the outside.
"If you think about it with your buttocks, you can also think that this mess was caused by the Bronze Dragon. But it's not important. At least it's not important to you, because it's me who is underestimated. Next, focus on the key points, remember them carefully !”
"..."
Carlos looked at the increasingly blurry King of Steel, understanding the joy behind his sullenness, but he couldn't accept this kind of cold humor that only people on Earth understand.
"Be careful of the Emerald Dream. The power of time cannot be touched by mortals and cannot be disobeyed. However, the span of tens of thousands of years is too long for us. Azeroth has continued to collapse for many years, no less than these few years. You have touched it The power has reached that stage, so as an elder, I must remind you not to be blurred by the bronze dragon jumping up and down, and be careful about the Emerald Dream. It is not just a blueprint, the Emerald Dream has other functions. , a role that even Ysera doesn’t understand, and I even suspect that the existence of the Emerald Dream is the reason why Azeroth is different from the worlds transformed by other titans. Don’t be disturbed and misled by your memory, use your eyes to observe , use your heart to understand and find out the secrets that I couldn’t find out.”
As he spoke, the King of Steel gradually disappeared, leaving only one hand to make the classic Terminator look.
If you don't act cool, will you kill the Stars?
When he had mixed feelings, Carlos discovered that the outstretched thumb of the King of Steel turned into a raised middle finger.
Then, there was no trace of his existence in this time and space.
what is this?
A farce?
Inexplicably, he got into a fight with himself in another time and space, and then started talking about it?
When Carlos returned to the banquet hall full of thoughts, he realized that he was too naive.
Here is a coffee table filled with cups and pots and pans, okay!
"Who can tell me what happened here? Did the Burning Legion come to the door?"
Carlos asked dumbfounded.
"That... I did it."
The druid raised his hand sheepishly.
Looking around, there were stumps of limbs and broken arms all over the ground, but because of the time and space lock, not a drop of blood was shed. The shattered head, the intact liver and kidneys, and the banquet guests stacked up like plastic mannequins to form a hill were indescribably weird and miserable.
"Are you a spy sent by the Legion?"
"I am the druid who represents love and justice."
"Then please give me an explanation."
"The four of them were too incompetent to defeat, so in the end I threw a bottle of volcano potion."
"..."
"Then I still couldn't beat him, so I threw another bottle of dragon's breath potion."
"..."
"No more, really, I just threw away two bottles!"
"You have done what the orc tribe has been unable to do for so long. Two bottles of potion destroyed one-third of the alliance's strength. That's okay."
For a moment, Carlos wanted to give up thinking.
But since the state of spatial confinement has not been lifted, there is still room for redemption.
Asking the druid to find the other four guys, Carlos discussed it with them and came to the conclusion that the person who tied the bell must also tie the bell.
"Then I'll trouble you. The operation to clear the singularity of distorted time has been temporarily slowed down. I'm going to find trouble with Chromie."
"Trouble with Chromie?"
"You heard wrong, you are looking for Chromie to solve the problem."
After arranging the work, Carlos put on his equipment and went to the stables, only to find that the situation had worsened. The time-stasis state that was originally only inside the castle had spread outwards, and the horses in the stables were all motionless.
There is no way, time is too tight, and there is no room for Carlos to save his strength and adjust his state, spread the wings of the Holy Light, and set off again with the humanoid Gundam.
As a native of Keldaron County, Carlos knew the location of the tidal flat where Jalia's accident happened. Racing all the way at economical cruising speed, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, Carlos, who had consumed 30% of his energy just by running, had to stop and take a breather.
Fortunately, Jia Liya's boat is still on the lake, the hull is intact, and there doesn't seem to be any major problem.
The problem lies in the semicircular black confined space in front of me.
Different from the depth of the night sky, it is pure black, the black that absorbs all light, like the black that has been swallowed up in a corner of the world, the black that exudes an ominous atmosphere.
Without much thought, Carlos stepped into it with his head held high.
What you see is a majestic and huge form like a mountain.
"You shouldn't have come."
"I'm still here."
"Run away."
"Thinking too much."
"Run away, please."
"reason?"
"I can't control myself."
The huge body of the bronze dragon Chromie was twisting in pain as if suffering from albino disease. On the majestic and beautiful dragon head, only one eye was still golden, and the other was as black as ink.
