Berentin breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer looking so worried.
"This road is not easy to walk. In fact, sometimes I am not sure whether I should regret it..."
"Don't..."
The Marquis came forward and grabbed his hand.
"Your Highness." He narrowed his eyes, "It's too late to regret now..."
"I know."
Berentin nodded.
"But, Charcones, you may not know that I went to see him tonight but was turned away."
"This? Did he rest..."
"Do not."
The young prince looked up at the night sky.
"Si Men told me that he is not in the palace."
"He dares to guarantee it with his own life."
……
In the chaos, Hitzfeld saw a bright light.
She opened her eyes and her consciousness slowly returned to her body. The first thing she felt was that she was leaning against the solid ground, and there was a dazzling light shining down from the sky.
what is that?
She raised her hand to her forehead, squinted her eyes, and gradually saw the huge fireball hanging in the air.
Burning, yet not burning.
Hollow eye pattern.
Intertwined golden gears.
This is……
Mechanical Sun!?
With eyes wide open, she sat up suddenly, just in time to see the huge metal ball slowly open a gap.
"Chi chi chi——"
A stream of red-gold fluid mixed with orange-red poured out from it and splashed directly on the giant monster's head, and a large amount of white mist burst out instantly.
"what!!!"
The monster screamed loudly but did not dodge.
Under the shocked gazes of countless people, it actually knelt down towards the sky, and kowtowed continuously like a criminal being judged, completely ignoring the fact that the scalding juice fell on its body and burned it.
The temperature of these juices is too high.
In the blink of an eye, the giant monster that was regarded as a nightmare by countless people was burned to ashes.
That was probably an area not much bigger than a person. They continued to wriggle and struggle... and gradually turned into the appearance of "Lijia".
Just then, Hitzfeld saw a man rushing forward.
That is……
Ethan.
The pupils shrank suddenly.
Scenes and information reappear before my eyes.
As if by instinct, she looked up and shouted to the ball, "Stop him!"
"Don't let him touch... the Seed of Destruction!"
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Chapter 57: Ending
Ethan Doyle was holding a hip flask in his hand and was well aware that he had a box of matches in his pocket. When he heard the call behind him, he paused, but soon ran towards the "Rica" with a more determined attitude.
Many people heard Hitzfeld's warning, and they all looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant.
Someone is willing to go up and give that thing the final blow regardless of the danger...isn't that a good thing?
Why does she look so nervous? Is she mistaken?
Hitzfeld felt extremely embarrassed by the suspicious looks coming from all directions.
She couldn't explain to everyone what she was thinking in a few seconds, which is why she didn't shout to others but shouted to the sky.
And she regretted it after she shouted. She felt extremely incredible about her choice - this seemed to be my instinctive choice... But why didn't I choose to believe Xia, but chose to believe this thing?
Yes... This shouldn't be a choice I can make... It was a will that didn't belong to me that controlled me at that moment and made me shout out that sentence... that order!
Absurd idea.
Whether it is "controlled by a certain will" or "that sentence is not a suggestion but an order", it is extremely absurd. What is even more absurd is that the will actually believes that the mechanical sun can hear it clearly from such a distance - there are so many contradictions here that Hitzfeld can't complain.
But the next moment, she suddenly felt a majestic gaze falling on her.
Slowly raising her head, she was facing the mechanical sun in the sky.
It still maintained the posture of opening a crack... She guessed that the liquid that this thing dropped just now was molten steel, that is, metal melted under high temperature... But all this is not the point, but - it itself is in the shape of a spherical ball, as the crack turns and opens little by little, it looks like a real eyeball, slowly opening its pupil towards her.
Because it was suspended at a low position, the impact of this thing on the ground became greater and greater. The violent steam and smoke distorted the dryness of the ground, and endless golden light enveloped the girl's face. Ordinary people would definitely not be able to see anything in this environment.
But Hitzfeld was a special case. Although she knew she didn't want to do this because it was dangerous, she still looked at the "sun" stubbornly, as if she was controlled by some will.
Her left eye had never been so hot before, and she even suspected that both eyes were about to be burned and melted in their sockets.
But she did see something strange: at the very bottom of the curved crack, where the "lower eyelid" would have been, she vaguely saw a black dot.
Reason told her that it was impossible, but she had an idea: the black spot was actually a person.
Of course - even if the Sara people could obtain the manufacturing technology of small batteries through archaeology, she didn't believe that they could build such a huge "remote-controlled aircraft".
Of course it is controlled by someone.
But who could this person be?
The black dot only appeared for a moment, maybe two seconds. When it disappeared, Hitzfeld suddenly felt that the pressure of being enveloped by his sight disappeared.
She relaxed, knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, but still stared at the fireball in the sky, watching it sprinkle a small amount of "golden juice" again.
The goal was undoubtedly to completely destroy "Lijia", but what surprised Hitzfeld and other onlookers was that Ethan did not stop, but rushed even more frantically.
It sounds complicated, but it actually only happened within a dozen seconds... At this point, it was too late for anyone to stop him, and everyone was ready to die with Ethan.
Ethan himself thought so too.
He knew very well that Villefort's protection of him could not last forever. He wanted to atone for his sins and wash away the sins in his blood. In fact, there was only one way, that was to destroy the Death Tree with his own hands.
Once... just once.
If you can't do that...
Thinking of the shouting that just came from behind him - of course he knew who that voice belonged to - Ethan pursed his lips tightly.
Just think about it and you will know that Vesta must have sent someone to infiltrate the team, causing Hitzfeld and others to begin to doubt him.
And he...
He also has self-respect.
If he couldn't wash away his sins and grievances, he didn't want to make things difficult for them.
So even though he saw the trend and noticed that the mechanical sun was about to launch another destructive attack, he still kept walking, as if he was determined to rush into the waterfall.
"Fool!"
A curse was faintly heard.
Before he could doubt whether it was an illusion, a man suddenly rushed out from the side and threw him to the ground roughly.
"Chi chi chi——"
The next moment, a golden waterfall suddenly poured down, less than three meters away from where he was knocked down.
A large amount of flames and thick smoke suddenly burst out. Even though he was lying on the ground, Ethan could feel the scorching air waves rushing on his face.
But this does not mean that we are out of danger, because the liquid is still spreading outwards.
The man who had knocked him down quickly got up with him on his back and ran like an agile monkey in the heat wave, cursing as he ran.
"Do you know that I hate this kind of environment the most? My beautiful skin will definitely be damaged!"
"She threw the job of taking care of the children to me, and never took me with her for good things. In the end, I had to clean up the mess. I'm so unlucky to become her partner!"
"And you...what's wrong with you that you can't explain clearly? Do you have to seek death?"
"Are you worthy of Batti-Villefort's trust in you? Hmm?"
"Maps..."
After a long scolding, Ethan recognized the man even without seeing his face.
Maps Darent was left behind by them in Wayne Harbor to take care of Ashley. Judging from the time, it was time for him to arrive.
He is a wooden man...
Unlike the puppet which has no sense of pain, this guy must be very uncomfortable in the scorching smoke, right?
"……I'm very sorry."
"Oh! There's no use telling me. Wait till you explain everything to them!"
Rushing out of the smoke and throwing the man to the ground, Darent wiped his wrinkled, terrifying face and looked straight at the girl.
"And you, Aisuen~"
"I think you should explain to everyone what you just said~"
……
……
"The disaster in the town of Elnak has ended."
Outside the tent, Sols' tall figure stood there, staring at the golden light and spoke slowly.
“But the infection problem…”
"There is no such hidden danger under the Eye of God. And after all, this is just an experiment. The enemy didn't intend to completely destroy this place."
“……”Fretius narrowed his eyes.
Is this level just an "experiment"?
So what scale of disaster do our enemies intend to consider as an “attack”?
An hour later, order gradually returned to the town.
Although there were still cries and wails everywhere, it was much better than the previous tragedy.
Following Sauls's order, Flesius led a group of people to officially enter Ernak and began to undertake rescue work together with the remaining black-clad policemen.
There were ruins on both sides of the road, and luckily, they brought a lot of tents with them.
I looked up at the sky and it was dark.
The "sun" went back.
Also, there is no reason for it to stay.
"Fletius!"
He heard a call and turned his head to see a middle-aged knight wrapped in armor.
He was in his early forties, with blond hair and deep nasolabial folds on his brown cheeks. His skin was in very bad condition, and even without looking closely one could notice that his facial pores were overly large.
