Chapter 23 chapter eight

When the image of Prince Revkin appeared on the video call, there was complete silence in Winnis's room.When the regent saw his son's haggard face and torn uniform, he gasped in fright, and then fell down on the chair.His entire face was contorted with fear and anxiety. Harding lightly clenched his fists with his hands and put them on his knees, listening to the voice from the video call with no expression on his face.The newly crowned King Lepud curled up in the darkest corner, biting his gold-rimmed sleeve nervously.Even the guards no longer put on the faces of professional soldiers. They lined up by the door, holding nuclear guns in their hands, but secretly looking at the video on the video phone.

Revkin began to speak, in a weary voice that sounded reluctance.He spoke intermittently, as if someone behind him was constantly prompting him, and he was being rude to him. "The Anacreon Fleet... having learned the nature of this mission... refuses to be an accomplice in the desecration of the Holy Land... and is now on its way back to Anacreon...for those who dare to go to the Source of All Blessing...the base and ...Galactic Spirits...violent...blasphemous sinners...issue the following ultimatum: Immediately cease all attacks on the Center of True Faith...and with our fleet...by Chief Chaplain Abola The special representatives...acceptable methods...guaranteed that there will never be... such a war again, and at the same time..."

There's a long pause here before continuing: "Also promise that Winnes, who was the Regent...is imprisoned...for the crimes he committed...be brought before the Inquisition. Otherwise the kingdom's fleet...returns to the After Anacreon...will raz the palace...and do whatever else...necessary...destroy the lairs...of sinners who threaten the souls of the people..." Revkin's words ended with a half cry, and the image on the screen disappeared at this moment. Harding quickly pressed the nuclear bulb, and the light dimmed immediately, and the former regent, king and guards all turned into hazy black shadows.It wasn't until this moment that it was revealed that Harding was also surrounded by spiritual light.

This aura was not as dazzling as the king's aura, it was less spectacular and less conspicuous, but more potent and useful. An hour before, Winnes had triumphantly announced that Harding was a prisoner of war and that Terminus was a target for destruction.Now he was paralyzed into a ball, disheartened and silent. "I remember a very old fable," Harding said to Winnes.His voice is very soft, but with a hint of sarcasm: "This story may be as old as human history, because the oldest known record is still copied from an older version. You may be interested in this story , it says this:

"Once upon a time there was a horse who had a dangerous and fierce enemy - the wolf, so he lived in fear every day. The horse, in desperation, suddenly thought of finding a strong ally, so he found a man. He treated man Said that the wolf is also the enemy of man, and proposed to form an alliance with the man. The man immediately accepted it, and he said that as long as the horse could cooperate with him, he would give him the command of the fast legs, so that they could kill the wolf immediately. The horse agreed to this condition and allowed the man to put a bridle and saddle on him. So the man rode the horse to hunt the wolf, and he killed the wolf.

"At last the horse breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the man, and said: 'Now that our enemy is dead, please untie the bridle and saddle, and set me free.' "But the man laughed and said to the horse, 'Don't think so!' Then he gave him a good kick with his spurs." The room was still silent, and Winnis' figure remained motionless. Harding continued softly: "I hope you can understand this metaphor - the kings of the four kingdoms, in order to consolidate their political power so that they can rule the people forever, accepted a scientific religion that could deify them. This religion became their horse. Reins and saddles, for it puts the source of nuclear energy in the hands of the priests—and the priests obey us, mind you, not you. You killed the wolves, but you couldn't get rid of the people..."

Winnis suddenly jumped up from the shadows, his eyes looked like two wild and hideous deep holes, his voice was muddy and incoherent: "No matter what, I will kill you, you can't escape, you Will die here. Let them blow this place down, it doesn't matter if you blow everything up, you will die here first, and I will kill you!" "Guards!" He yelled nervously, "Shoot this devil for me, shoot him! Shoot him!" Harding turned his chair around and smiled at the guards.One of them raised the nuclear gun to aim, but immediately lowered his hand, and the rest did not move at all.Surrounded by a soft aura, Terminus Mayor Sevor Harding smiled confidently.In front of him, all of Anacreon's strength was shattered, and he looked ridiculously overweight.The guards couldn't bear this inexplicable sense of oppression, and completely ignored the orders that Winnis shouted frantically.

While continuing to yell incoherently, Winnis staggered towards the guard closest to him, snatched the nuclear gun from his hand, aimed at the calm Harding, and pulled the trigger heavily. The hazy continuous beams shot at Harding immediately, but when they hit the force field surrounding him, they were all absorbed and neutralized.Winnis let out a wild, weird laugh, and pulled the trigger harder. Harding was still smiling, and after the force field absorbed the energy of the nuclear gun, it only shone slightly.And Lepped was still cowering in the corner, moaning non-stop, rubbing his eyes.

Soon, Winnis uttered a desperate cry, turned the gun around, and pulled the trigger again-he immediately fell to the ground, his head was blown to nothing. Witnessing all this, Harding couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart, and murmured, "He's really a straight-line guy, and this is his final fate."