Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 202 The Inertia of Historical Destiny, the Wish of Compassion (4k)

The new king deliberately sent me away.

Moreover, there is a high probability that you will need it in the future.

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was taking a walk in the palace garden, could sense this very clearly - otherwise, what reason would the other party have for letting him take a "paid walk"?
He tossed several exquisite chess pieces in his hand, glanced at the only small team of patrolling angels in the garden, and muttered:

"But aren't there too few angel guards in this palace?"

Not to mention that there is a sentry every five steps and a guard every ten steps, but at least the safety of the palace should be guaranteed at this sensitive moment when a crisis is about to occur.

And he only encountered three or four teams of angel guards along the way. The leading ones were at the sublime level, but most of them were only at the mercury level.

As for the core-casting-level angel guards, I haven’t seen a single one so far.

You know, I have already circled half of the palace, and started from the palace where the new king is.

Something fishy.

Most of the angel guards seemed to have left their posts.

Now that I think about it, there seem to be very few angels in the entire royal city. If it were an ordinary situation, it would be understandable. After all, the area under the jurisdiction of a transcendent being is very large.

A team of angels numbering around two dozen can manage and guard approximately one tenth of the royal city.

But according to Shitou, most of the angels in the entire Mercury Sky have now been recalled to the royal city by the new king.

Including Randkiel.

As a result, countless cities, towns, and villages were destroyed with rivers of blood.

Therefore, the number of angels in the royal city should be overcrowded.

But the reality is just the opposite.

Yuan Qingzhuo expanded his perception circle and carefully counted the number of angels in half of the royal city.

Well, if you don’t count those in the palace, there are a total of thirty-seven people, three teams.

It's just... pitifully little.

As for the legendary Randkil, he had never seen him. The new king was even embarrassed to cooperate with Rush, an outsider with unknown background, and let him pretend to be Randkil.

Another spell was performed in the air, and a light blue bishop fell into Yuan Qingzhuo's hands.

He stared at the half-missing bishop and fell into deep thought.

What on earth is this new Mercy, whose butt seems to be glued to the throne, planning?
——Someone brought people into the palace.

In Yuan Qingzhuo's perception circle, a small blank area was moving towards the depths of the palace.

The other party used a barrier, which seemed to be specifically designed to isolate the perception of others.

There are so many ways to conceal your presence, why did you choose the barrier which is the easiest way to attract attention?
Yuan Qingzhuo smiled.

——Could it be that this is to specifically block one’s own perception?
That’s right, even Yuan Qingzhuo’s martial arts will could not penetrate the barrier and directly spy on the scenes and objects inside.

Because the essence of the barrier is another space, just like the dimensional mezzanine on Sunday.

If Yuan Qingzhuo wants to see it, of course he can.

But the prerequisite is to use violence to break the barrier first - whether it is the violence of martial arts will or blowing it up with one punch.

Yuan Qingzhuo tossed the chess piece in his hand again, remembering what the new king had specifically told him about "the relationship between the other party and Rush."

Putting these two things together, it is easy to see the new king's intention - he saw through my perception method, so I hope that I, who was paid extra, will give him some face and not spy on the people in the barrier.

"Really... one clever trick after another."

Yuan Qingzhuo couldn't help but laugh. He didn't feel that there were any guards watching him, and no one stopped him to ask about his identity. He guessed that this was also the goodwill that the new king was deliberately showing to him.

"This new king may look stupid, but he does have some skills."

Yuan Qingzhuo originally wanted to try to pull this historical Mercury Tian out of the abyss after getting enough chess pieces - this could be regarded as a simple rehearsal.

After all, he holds the blessing of the scarlet sun, and even if the erosion of the abyss is a hundred times greater, it cannot affect his sanity.

But now, there are too many doubts about this Mercury Sky that is on the verge of destruction.

Yuan Qingzhuo couldn't even figure out who his enemies and teammates were.

Originally, he wanted to sanction the new king directly, but it happened that the guardian angel was not there yet - but he did not expect that the other party actually had a deep relationship with Rush.

I want to find Rush or Caroline to ask for clarification, but I can't find anyone yet.

He looked up at the blue sky that was gradually darkening, sniffed the elements in the atmosphere that were gradually approaching the abyss, and suddenly he felt as if he had returned to the original Terra glacier that was polluted by evil spirits.

But at that time, there were also the sensible little girl Susie, the lively Hydra, and Aurora who could communicate without words by his side.

but now……

The worst case scenario is that the new king and the local NPCs have their own ulterior motives, and the contestants just want to get out of the audition as soon as possible. Rush and Caroline are trapped in that "special little copy" until the end of the audition.

In this way, I am probably the only one who wants to try to salvage this fragment of history.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingzhuo unconsciously stretched out his hand towards the sky with five fingers spread out.

——But I am now a thousand times stronger than I was back then.

What a bunch of bullshit erosion species, the legendary throne, the king and his ministers with their own hidden agendas, and all kinds of plots and intrigues behind the scenes...

If you want to live in shame, just stay in a corner for the rest of your life. If you want to plan to abandon the whole world and escape, that’s fine. How rotten are those people’s personalities, how much they despise the lives of ordinary people and this dying world...

None of this matters.

But if anyone dares to get in the way of my enjoyment of saving the world, I'll beat the hell out of them.

Yuan Qingzhuo lay on the neatly trimmed lawn, showing his big white teeth to the passing angel, which made the latter confused and walked with shaky hands and feet.

——If you don’t agree, come and chop off all my remaining ten lives.
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After gaining another chess piece, Yuan Qingzhuo was summoned by the new king again.

"What did the man who just came talk to you about?"

After realizing that the new king in front of him, wearing a mask, had a lot on his mind, Yuan Qingzhuo was too lazy to pretend anymore.

Tired.

So he just asked directly.

Since you have the ability, just do what you want.

As for the new king, does he have any objections?
You have to hold it in for me!

Even if the sky falls, I still have myself to hold it up.

What are you afraid of?
“Let the refugees outside the city flow into the city.”

Unexpectedly, the new king answered his own question directly.

Yuan Qingzhuo thought of the harsh environment of the refugee camps surrounding the royal city outside the city, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Then why didn't you let them in before? Obviously the royal city was always so empty."

Rush wanted to say that she didn't know the situation outside before, because she had just arrived and was really confused by these complicated situations. You can't expect Caroline's camera to directly open the transparent world and then convey this information to her perfectly.

Rush felt that he was already very capable since he knew so much and could do so much while sitting on the throne.

"I have my own considerations."

In fact, there was no consideration at all - Andshia wanted to let the refugees enter the city, so Rush used this as a condition to restrict the other party's range of activities to prevent the other party from having any unexpected impact on his plan.

At best, it is just a deal that makes a profit with no investment.

"Your Majesty, I expected this."

Yuan Qingzhuo grinned at her, causing Rush to hold his breath - fearing that his identity would be discovered by Brother Zhuo.

If that's the case, then everything will be in vain.

After a moment, Rush probed Yuan Qingzhuo a few more times.

He discovered that Yuan Qingzhuo seemed to be simply dissatisfied with this "new king" he was pretending to be.

No, I should say I am very dissatisfied.

Rush's face under the mask was slightly stiff - she was very familiar with Zhuo Ge, so if she had not revealed before that "the new king has a relationship with Rush", the only way to break the deadlock would probably be to take off the mask.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to save my head no matter what.

"Mr. Zhuo, you seem to be somewhat dissatisfied with me."

“Well, I am very dissatisfied.”

Yuan Qingzhuo, who was unwilling to figure out these messy relationships, spoke very bluntly. He shrugged and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you think of Shui Xingtian's current situation? What do you plan to do?"

Gazing calmly at the Star Mask, Yuan Qingzhuo spoke meaningfully:
"We can't just watch the entire Mercury Sky being dragged into the abyss."

Watching?

Rush didn't even bother to look.

After a few hours when the crowd gathered and the spell exploded, and the chess pieces were recovered, Rush planned to take Caroline away directly.

Then when you meet Yuan Qingzhuo again, tell her that these chess pieces are the rewards they got for completing a "special copy".

Reasonable.

In Zhuo Ge's eyes, the new king probably slipped away alone by unknown means after the explosion.

Again, reasonable.

Rush, who has been practicing with Farandel for a long time, also has a scale in his heart that can measure the value of all things.

And now, even if all these "natives in false historical fragments" were added together, they were not as important as the "ability to make the Martial God Festival of the three of them go more smoothly" on the other side.

It can even be said that it is far lighter than.

It was so light that Rush didn't even need to hesitate to make the decision.

But it’s better not to let Zhuo Ge and Caroline know about this kind of dirty and filthy thing...

It’s enough for you to know it by yourself.

Rush shook his head indifferently: "Sir Zhuo, you should have noticed that Randkiel and most of the angels have temporarily left... That's what I'm trying to do."

Bullshit, there is no such thing as effort.

Ran Dekiel was replaced by Caroline, and those angels could go wherever they wanted. Rush didn't care about the unknown secrets that happened before she came.

Yuan Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment, and put away the mocking smile on his face, and nodded slightly to the new king wearing a mask:
"So, I understand."

The triple abyss, the lunar sky, the bottom of the Kabbalah.

Countless directors are broadcasting the contestants' first-person perspective or the spectators' third-person perspective.

There are also some directors who are boringly playing the entire God's perspective, narrating history in a straightforward manner as if they were giving a lesson.

Of course, this also includes the conversation between Yuan Qingzhuo and the "new king".

In the noisy pub, Flandre, with dark circles under his eyes, happily put down the draft beer in his hand and couldn't help laughing happily:

“Hahaha, as expected of Little Rush… No matter how many times I watch this scene, I want to laugh out loud!”

"What's so funny?"

Next to Flandel, another feminine-looking black-haired man at the bar asked softly. He used a straw to poke the ice in the glass and sipped the oolong tea in the glass calmly.

Farandel raised his lips and said, "Isn't it interesting that history was created by accident?"

"Compared to this kind of argument, I prefer to believe that this is the 'huge inertia of historical destiny'." The feminine man lowered his eyes and said without a smile: "Your Excellency's crown can simulate it. I have always believed so."

"Bullshit inertia, can the simulated history also be concluded? It only looks like it on the surface!"

Flandel sneered disdainfully, drank the remaining beer in the giant glass, and burped happily: "Sure enough, beer is still the most delicious after overtime... Coffee is simply not for humans to drink."

The feminine man was silent for a moment and shook his head:
"Sir Farandel, you are just a child speaking in anger. There is no point in arguing with me... Your two disciples are moving forward unknowingly due to the inertia of fate. They will eventually make the same decision as before."

He took the last sip of oolong tea and stared at the thousands of reflections of himself in the ice:

"——The ignorant chess pieces have already been placed, and history will repeat itself."

"Boss, have another drink!"

Flandel threw the glass in his hand, and with the smell of alcohol and malt all over his body, he looked down at the man mockingly: "Don't think that everyone will run away like you without even trying to resist..."

"--mercy."

Cibei didn't pay attention to this realistic irony. He just asked calmly:
"The giants were all transformed into mindless trees because of their resistance. The prosperous Demon King's Court fell into endless divisions after the resistance. The cult also fought against the abyss for thousands of years... But what was the final result?"

Mercy poured all the remaining ice cubes in the cup into his mouth and chewed them vigorously. "Come, Lord Farandel, tell me where the Order is now and the results of the thousands of years of struggle."

Without waiting for Farandel's answer, he calmly narrated: "The headquarters of the cult is in the second abyss, competing with the Demon King's Court. Its forces are distributed in the first, third, fourth, and fifth abyss, but the number of people is relatively small..."

Mercy smiled and said, "Sir, is the total number of people under the Order more than half of our Mercury Sky?"

“That’s all you can see.”

Flandel took the beer, took a sip, and answered without any sadness or joy.

Mercy didn't care.

"Yes, because I am short-sighted..."

He murmured softly: "I just want my people to have enough food and clothing, live in peace and contentment, and live a better life."

That's it.

Even kneeling down.

(End of this chapter)