Dr. Kal'tsit has gone against her own conscience countless times and acted like a demon.
For a beautiful dream in my heart - to allow all lives in the world to live with dignity on this land.
but--
Is there any difference between now and then?
After countless regime overthrows, countless dynasties rose and fell, countless wars...
Nothing has changed.
Yes, countless heroic deeds, nothing has changed!
Terra is still Terra, the dark place that made countless people bleed and cry!!
According to the existing rules, we will only fall from one deep pit to a new deep pit... We must change all this!!
"...You saw it."
Perhaps because she was once a demon king, Kal'tsit's perception of emotions was particularly strong. She looked at Amiya, who was like her own daughter, and was silent for a moment.
She saw anger and confusion that was about to overflow in Amiya's eyes.
Killing the few for the many, sacrificing the present for the future, busy trying to save something, but always resulting in killing.
That's just who I am.
The Black Crown contained a vast amount of information about herself. If Amiya was connected to the memories of the previous kings, it would be almost natural for her to hate herself.
yes...
Hate yourself.
Kal'tsit looked at the little girl, with a kind of ferocity in her eyes.
No wonder she would turn to the real dragon, Kal'tsit thought.
She seemed to understand everything.
Real dragon.
Recognized by all of Thailand as the most terrifying monarch.
Perhaps he was a tyrant, but even if he was a tyrant, how many expeditions could he launch, and how many countries could he destroy in his hundreds of years of life?
For some reason, she suddenly looked at her hands.
It is white and slender, with light calluses on the fingertips. If you only look at this hand, most people would probably think that his profession is a pianist.
However, the bloodshed caused by these hands was enough to wash the entire Rhodes Island into blood - even the number of bloody battles launched by the former emperor of Ursus was less than one thousandth of Kal'tsit!
I am the most evil war criminal in Terra. Compared with me, the real dragon is so gentle. It is natural for Amiya to go against me after knowing my other side.
Kal'tsit analyzed everything calmly.
She didn't think that Amiya would understand her - she did move forward with the idea of changing the world, but she didn't achieve what she wanted to do.
The results were limited to the overthrow of one corrupt regime after another.
This will buy the creatures of this land a little breathing time - the death of a large number of powerful people will make the channels for class advancement more fair and ease conflicts.
However, in the end, the new country will still decay and wait for other heroes, or she may not be able to help herself and lead people to overthrow and destroy it.
From the way he behaves, he is constantly waging wars, just like an evil spirit.
Who else but Theresa would try to understand a demon?
She suddenly missed a certain pink figure more and more.
Then, a kind of sadness appeared in his eyes.
Theresa is dead.
She died in the old times and never had the chance to become an outstanding fashion designer - that was one of her few wishes.
Although Amiya is her heir, she is not her after all.
From Amiya's perspective, she made the right choice.
I am not a reliable person.
There wasn't much expression on the lynx's face.
Being misunderstood is a common occurrence for her.
"I will leave, Amiya, and we will meet again at some point."
She wanted to utter an eagle word out of habit.
Amiya was the successor chosen by Theresa - her will was perfectly aligned with Theresa's, so even if they were separated, she would continue on the path she wished.
So, there is no need to be sad, we will eventually meet each other at some point in the future.
But it was so difficult to utter the words of farewell. She looked at the girl whom she had raised from a tiny child to...still a tiny child, but who, under the care of a real dragon, had transformed into a lovely young lady. Her lungs seemed to be filled with lead and she could hardly utter a word.
A feeling of absurdity arises in my heart.
She suddenly realized that she might have changed. Theresa had made her no longer herself. It was difficult for her to accept walking alone as she had done in the past ten thousand years.
Kal'tsit felt a pain in her heart, and she had to admit that she didn't want to be separated from Amiya.
However, even if you cannot accept it, you have to accept it. Otherwise, how can it be called acceptance?
Yes.
You have to accept all this.
Now, what I should do is to accept the reality and stop the loss.
She was gasping for breath in her heart, like a fishman who had eaten the Fish-Fish Fruit and was suffering from lack of water and difficulty in getting oxygen on the road.
Amiya's departure is a foregone conclusion.
As a demon king, Amiya's ability to perceive people's character is undoubtedly extraordinary.
Since Amiya could follow him, the real dragon must not be completely hopeless.
Next, he should meet the real dragon and formally contact the monarch as the guardian of civilization rather than as Kal'tsit himself, and try to discuss how to solve the disaster of Terra.
If we can get along well, it's not impossible to help him transplant the black crown.
Or, I should really try to assist him, instead of thinking about using him to fill the northern border, or leading troops through the hot land to another continent to fight against powerful enemies outside the civilized area...
After all, he——
It was the one Amiya chose.
"I will go meet the real dragon. If it is appropriate, I will help you and him complete the handover of the kingship."
The lynx looked calm, as if nothing could affect her mood.
However, her pace of departure was hurried, as if she was being chased by a wild beast, or as if she was eager to escape from a prison. She shouted at this seemingly empty place.
"Your Majesty, won't you come out and see me?"
No dark shadow emerged to bring the cruel monarch, and no dark shadow soldiers came.
Yes, but the girl from Carters is still not tall after the blood transfusion.
That scene made the demon king of ancient times freeze.
She believes that there must be surveillance or monitoring around us - this is a conversation of ownership that determines the survival of civilization.
No one could refuse the pitch-black crown—it was almost the most advanced creation in the human era and the throne of the Sarkaz.
Theoretically speaking, as long as you make a sound, the other party should receive the message instantly.
but--
The seemingly indifferent lynx looked around. There were only itself and a donkey around, and the girl was looking at it with complicated eyes.
Is he going to let me and Amiya continue to stay together? ! ! !
An extreme sense of absurdity exploded in Kal'tsit's heart.
ps: When mentioning Sumer, I suddenly thought of the ancient king, Mr. Jin.
The stone tablet of his father Lugal was dug out. Based on the deciphering of the "Lugalbanda Epic", it was basically confirmed that Lugal, like Ra II, was a usurper who regarded himself as a god, and was honored as the Hero King.
Mr. Jin is no longer the oldest king, nor does he have the title of Hero King, and he has become the son of La Eryige (sad).
ps2: Please pay back the bounty you owe this month next month. This month has been too chaotic. I’m really sorry.
Chapter 271 Russell: Kal'tsit (No Mercy)
Amiya.
Kelsey's favorite child.
In the past, before she noticed, chatting with the cute child was one of her few hobbies.
However, when the girl learns about her past, the warmth she once had will turn into torture.
So, when Kal'tsit was being tortured, where was the real dragon she was thinking about?
Great Yan Imperial City.
Inside the not-so-luxurious room, a dragon with its upper body naked climbed up lightly from the bed.
On the bed behind him, two Pegasus girls were sleeping soundly.
There were some traces on the corners of Maria's mouth, and Xinteleya's cold face was no longer cold, but full of blush.
The two girls sleeping close to each other is truly a beautiful picture.
The dragon looked at the sleeping faces of the two girls for a long time, as if thinking about whether to wake them up.
Finally, he shook his head, walked to a bathroom, and ran hot water in the bathtub.
no doubt.
This guy has already arrived in Terra.
No one really thinks that Grandpa Luo would just sit there and watch Kal'tsit being tortured.
Torturing Kal'tsit might be fun, but it's definitely not as fun as resting your head on your sister's thighs.
There is a surveillance camera right where Kal'tsit is placed. If you really want to see it, you can also watch the live broadcast.
and so--
This grudge went straight to Run Dayan to find your sister.
【Why don't you look back and see who is behind you? 】
The prompter made a polite yet awkward sound.
In response, Russell showed a polite yet embarrassed expression on his face.
"Your sister is really good at running."
He did come to Dayan to look for Ling.
However, Ling Ben was a woman who seemed like a dream and like clouds and smoke. Moreover, she was still running around in Dayan, so it was really difficult to find her.
Unable to find Ling, she went back to the palace and wanted to talk to Nian - because she was interested in the resurrection ceremony, she decided to bring a maidservant with her in addition to Xigua when she got married.
Russell was quite curious about who the so-called maid was.
However, when they arrived at the palace of Dayan, they found that Nian was nowhere to be seen.
——A group of red guys who seem to have some problems in their brains, under the supervision of a group of guards, are dancing around steam armor and dangerous wanderers like wild monkeys.
Obviously, the palace doesn't look very suitable for human survival.
Therefore, Russell had no choice but to take a step back and ask Xinteleya to take him in. It happened that Maria was also there...
Russell scowled.
Those manic and gloomy ice-blue eyes always carry a sinister and bloody feeling.
People who don't know him would probably feel horrified when seeing him like this, wondering if this prince had just massacred the Sami tribe and made a memorial with the heads of those runners.
But, in reality, he was just having a threesome.
Xinteleya has always had a strange desire to compete with Maria, so the game is particularly...intense?
